#Awh wait okay this makes it all worth it
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don’t you dare fall in love | 3
pairing. dealer college student! ellie williams x f! reader
PART ONE. PART TWO. MASTERLIST.
synopsis. ellie tries her hardest not to mix business with pleasure. or, ellie gets a new customer and unfortunately falls in love with her.
warnings. 18+. blank & ageless blogs will be blocked. clichè comments on sorority girls (sorry), sexually explicit descriptions of female receiving cunnilingus, fondling, fingering, and dry humping. not beta’d.
an. well here ya go! thank u to all those who were so patient and lovely with me<3 to those who weren’t and were mean to me...i’m giving you the nastiest dirty look rn. pls comment and reblog!!!! love u.
When Ellie gets out of her meeting with her personal tutor, she’s just about ready to throw herself down the stairs.
Catapult herself out of the window and perish on the campus floor. That way, she wouldn’t have to rewrite this God. Damn. Essay.
It sucks that she has to do actual work to get her degree, but what sucks even more, is doing the work and being told you’ve done it all wrong.
At first, Ellie was angry. Now, she’s frustrated. Tired. Was up all night writing this essay because she’s been waiting for this meeting for a whole week, and all the man did was say, you’re not actually answering the question.
“Fucking asshole,” she murmurs, pushing through the doors.
She reaches the quiet hallway of the humanities block, the dilapidated building stuffy with age. She misses her uber-funded science building. Misses the cool white and sleek edges. Here, there’s paper covering everything.
The hallways go round and round – lift creaks from the weight of students carrying War and Peace in their backpacks, year after year.
She’s near tears when she hears you calling her name.
“Els?” you ask, tone confused and edged with excitement. Ellie’s heart does its little familiar leap. She turns to you, sniffing the tears away. It’s been a minute since she saw you in the flesh. Her body aches, eager to touch you.
“Hey,” she greets, the presence of you brightening her mood for a sweet second. You’re wearing a casual pair of black jeans and a band tee – Ellie owns a similar one, and for a moment, she thinks you’re wearing her shirt.
“I was just about to text you –” you start, but your face twists, noticing hers. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Ellie lies. The tears push harder now, your concern making her belly flop.
You frown. “No, you’re not.”
Her lip wobbles.
“Ellie?”
“Sorry, just – fuck --” her eyes are rimmed red, tears pushing over the edge. “—had a really shitty meeting with my tutor about my essay that’s worth like, 50% of my grade and I’m so busy with other work and—” a tear slips down her cheek, but you’re quick to take her in your arms, murmuring, “oh, Els,” as you cup her head and pull it into your neck.
She releases a breath, leaning her full weight into your body.
You smell like laundry detergent and coffee. Smell familiar. She’s comfortable here. It’s why she lets herself begin to cry against your shoulder.
“Awh, sweetheart,” you whisper, hands running up and down her back, soothing her like a baby.
“What did the feedback say?”
“Have to change the whole thing. And I have enough time, but I have other work.”
“Yeah, I can imagine.”
“He basically said that if I submit this essay, I’ll fail.”
“Well, you won’t, because I’ll hack into the system and change your grade for you.”
Ellie hiccups a laugh, “you know nothing about computers.”
“I’ll learn for you. Take some night classes. What’s the essay for?” you ask, still rubbing her back.
“English.”
“I can help you if you want.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, come to mine. I’ll look through the question with you, and help you plan.”
Ellie pulls away, wiping her wet, red-rimmed eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. You help her, drying the dampness from her chin and cheeks, and smoothing her hair behind her ears.
She beams from your touch. Her body goes hot from your care -- belly flips over.
You hold her shoulders, keeping her steady, and Ellie thanks the Gods you texted her that day. Your smile is resolute as you say, “It’ll be okay. We got this.”
When you open the door to your accommodation, Ellie is mid panic attack.
“You live in a sorority?” she squeaks. When you sent her the address earlier, she hadn’t really read it, too busy trying to calm her beating heart. Going to her house going to her house.
Now, she’s standing in front of you, and thinking – this is your house? There’s a teardrop chandelier hanging behind you, and the staircase loops around the entrance hall, feeding into the back of the house.
You frown, confused.
“Yeah, did I not tell you?”
“No – “Ellie bursts, clearly flustered, “-- you failed to provide me with that information.”
She makes a mental note to text Dina, simply – what the fuck, man?
“Is it a problem?” you wonder, leaning against the doorframe, comfortable in your home. (Wearing pyjama shorts and a baggy top, you know, comfortable)
You didn’t seem like a sorority girl. But what did that even mean?
You did have a lot of…spirit.
Ellie imagines you hosting mixers and philanthropy events.
(Imagines you wearing a lot of pink and jumpers with your sorority name on it and nothing else.)
“I don’t really sell to frats or sororities,” she explains, because, yeah, that’s the reason she’s having a hot moment. She thought she knew a lot about you. This, right here, is a big deal, and yet she’s only now just finding out.
What else did she not know about you?
You think for a quick second. “Oh. Well,” you smile, patting your chest, concluding, “I’m the exception,” and you take her hand and pull her in, closing the door behind her.
When Ellie’s in the house, she doesn’t let go of your hand.
Instead, she uses it to tug you closer, and your wrist pushes into her belly.
“They let queer girls into sororities?” she whispers, close enough to taste the mint gum you’re chewing.
Ellie has ideas of girls on the straight and narrow. No girl kissing here, unless guys are watching. Ellie cringes at the cliché, but you’re not offended – hadn’t heard her thoughts, so, that would be why – as your lips pull into a sly smile.
You lean forward, a ghost of a kiss. Ellie’s throat squeezes.
“They don’t know that I’m a queer girl,” you whisper back, the heat of your eyes all-consuming.
Ellie watches you shrug.
“They don’t know that at least a quarter of them are queer girls, but – they’re not ready for that conversation.”
“But you’re out, no?” Ellie quickly stumbles. If you’re not out, then that really messes with her plans to marry you and meet all your family.
“Yeah,” you shrug again, explaining, “they just haven’t asked,” as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. In some ways, Ellie guesses, it is.
She beams, “Well, they’ll ask when they see you hanging with me.”
“What, why?”
“Because I’m a known queer girl”
“Oh, you have a reputation?” you quirk, and Ellie hums, “It’s possible I may have fooled around with some of your sorority sisters.”
You chew on your lip, and cock your head to the side, “But did you share a really weird and intimate high with them where you cuddled all night, woke up mid-orgasm and then it made things super weird and odd to the point where you never really spoke about it again?”
Ellie grins, “No.”
You shrug, “Oh, well. I win then,” and take her hand and begin to drag her behind you like a lost puppy dog.
She’s behind you on the stairs again, and you catch her staring when you turn to say, “Let’s go to my room.”
As you drag her through the house, Ellie doesn’t see anyone, but she does hear the ominous sound of girl giggles and whispering. Heat blooms in her cheeks, as if she’s got omniscient eyes at the back of her head.
Ellie didn’t get along with peppy girls – too full of inner turmoil to match their happy-go-lucky attitude. The thought makes her clutch your hand tighter, and she speeds up, bumping her shoulders with yours.
“So, what’re the rules?”
“Huh?” you ask, looking at her funny. The pair of you pass a group photo, and Ellie wants to stop and gawk – try and find your smiling face – but you tug her along, sensing her motives.
“Like,” Ellie starts, stuck on her phrasing. “How should I be around you?”
You frown up at her, deciphering her meaning. Slowly, your frown loosens. A small smile pushes into the side of your cheek. You squeeze her hand.
“Just be my Ellie.”
The pair of you go through Ellie’s question, and you help her write up a plan, noting all of her points and the quotes she should use.
Ellie tries to focus, but the whole time she’s thinking about how close you are to her – leaning against her, pushing your shoulder into hers.
She’s sitting on your bed in your room, and she’s hot all over as a result – smelling the scent from your burning candle and listening to the soft music you’re playing out of the laptop speaker.
Your walls are covered in posters. Pictures of you with family and friends and Ellie is surrounded by so much you that it feels like it’s always been like this.
Always been in your room, with her head on your lap, listening to your playlist – Ellie’s got Shazam out, but you’re just sending her the link. On her main phone, now – no busted one at the bottom of her bag.
She’s so busy being with you that she’s not wondering what she’s doing with you.
What are we? She wants to ask, but then your roommate decides to come in.
She pauses in the doorway, flinching as if she’s walked in on something intimate.
Ellie watches your eyes widen an inch, but then you catch yourself, smiling and waving.
“Hey,” you greet, and your roommate – actually wearing a hoodie with your university name on it -- smiles, “Sorry, just grabbing my charger.”
“No problem,” you respond, and when she finally flicks her gaze to Ellie – kept on looking around her, like she was panhandling for money on the subway – her smile loosens.
She’s silent as she grabs her wire from her bed and doesn’t look at the pair of you as she leaves.
When she’s out of the door, you get up and lock it.
Coming back, Ellie gets comfy on your lap again.
“Did she look at me funny?”
She’s not sure what your relationship with her is like, so she steps carefully.
“I think she fancies me,” you casually explain, and Ellie’s belly flops. “For real?”
You nod, wiggling your brows.
“Should I be jealous?” she jokes, and your lips curl, tongue peeking out as you run it across the backs of your teeth.
“We were together, once.”
Ellie tries to imagine the pair of you together, and she comes up blank. Though, that’s probably because she’s too busy editing the image to clip her face in.
“Yeah?”
“Mm, at a Halloween party.”
You’re grinning too wide.
“You’re just fucking with me,” Ellie huffs, rolling her eyes.
“I’m not! I was dressed as a cat, and she was this like, sexy nun or something.”
“Really?” Ellie asks, raising a brow and pulling a face that says, you’re full of shit.
“Fine – I won’t tell you then.”
“No no, I wanna hear this.”
“What’s with the tone? I thought you’d for sure want to hear about my sexual escapades.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
You pull your lips together and raise a brow. Ellie suddenly feels too hot. Suddenly wants to run very quickly out of your bedroom door. Butterflies swirl in her belly, blood rushes to her cheeks, to her neck, and she feels the tips of her toes go numb.
You’ve danced around each other with this flirty banter for a while now, but it means something more now that you’ve said it out in the open.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Ellie lies, hoping the red of her cheeks isn’t too prominent in the warm glow of your bedroom. You don’t lose your pursed lips, and Ellie rolls her eyes.
“Just hurry up and tell me about how you fucked your roommate.”
“Say please,” you quickly rebut, and Ellie chokes.
The fuck?
“What?”
She laughs nervously, ignoring the quick electric bolt that shot through her groin, “fuck off.”
“Fine,” you bleat, leaning back against the bedframe. “I won’t tell you then,” and Ellie shakes her head, proclaiming, “You’re insane,” and you grin at her, raising a testy brow, “It’s just manners, Ellie.”
When Ellie had imagined the dynamics of your relationship – but not relationship – it was you saying please. Preferably whispering it with your fingers in her auburn hair. Please Ellie, please do that again.
Ellie sits up from your lap, shaking the image away.
She takes in the curve of your brow, and the teasing slip of your lips. She dips closer – sudden, quick – and relishes in the way your mouth falls open an inch.
“I’m not begging you,” she whispers, not bothering to hide how mesmerised she is by your mouth.
“No?” you speak, matching her lazy tone. You nod to her, “I thought you’d be into that.”
Jesus fucking Christ, what’s happening right now? Ellie thought you’d help plan her essay and be done with it – she’d hoped for some flirty banter, but this was different. This was…
Ellie leans closer, propped up by her hand that she’s planted beside your thigh.
“If I say please, I want intricate detail.”
“If you say please, I’ll give you whatever you want.”
This girl…
“Whatever I want?” Ellie quirks.
“Yeah,” you respond, and you press your forehead against hers, tone breathy as you repeat, “Whatever you want.”
Ellie can think of a lot of things she wants. For starters, she wants to close this gap and finally kiss you, but she says, “Please tell me your story,” and you smile, all teeth.
“It was Halloween.”
“You said that.”
“n, we were really drunk, and she’s like – straight straight, right?”
You say straight like someone would say sorry.
“Mm,” Ellie hums, her belly swirling. She hasn’t moved a fucking inch. Her palm is cramping, but hell if she’s going to lean away from you right now. This is a whole other kind of foreplay.
“We’re in the bathroom.”
“Here?” she asks, needing details – information. What day was it? Time?
You nod, and your nose brushes against hers. Her face blooms red again, and the brush of your touch makes her brain fuzzy.
“We’re making out, and I thought she only wanted to kiss, but then she starts tryna take my top off.”
There’s a sincere edge to your tone. Your eyes are wistful, but you’re beaming – spurred by the excitement evident in Ellie’s eyes.
“Things get heated. She’s touching me everywhere, you know, hands just, between my legs, on my chest. Says she’s wanted me for ages but couldn’t say it, I mean, she’s got a boyfriend.”
“A boyfriend?” Ellie asks, and fuck, that makes it worse. Or better? Either way, her body begins to ache like it did that morning – when it was just the pair of you and the world was quiet. Thrums electric and Ellie’s suddenly worried about the electric bill.
“Yeah – frat boyfriend. Frat president boyfriend.”
“Look at you, miss home wrecker.”
You roll your eyes, “you want me to finish the story?”
“I said please, didn’t I?”
“You’re the worst.”
“So…she’s taking your top off.”
“Yeah. Then she’s taking my pants off, too. Then says, she’s never been with a girl before, can I show her?”
Ellie pulls back with a groan. She can’t help it. Pulls back and falls into your lap, imagining you showing her how to fuck.
Her eyes are glazed over, like she’s somewhere else, thinking, about something else. She rubs her face and listens to your sweet giggle.
“Sorry,” she says, settling back, and you hold your hands up.
“No worries, take your time.”
Ellie waits – patiently. Waiting for you to divulge more information. Please carry on, she thinks. Please please please.
She feels like a kid at camp listening to the teens tell a ghost story around the campfire. And then what?
“You made her come?” she whispers, failing to hide the excitement in her whisper. A small, thoughtful smile finds your lips, and you lean down, hair brushing over her face.
Your thigh pushes into the back of her head, and you smell like a forest.
Your room smells like a fucking forest. Pine and vanilla.
The lights are dim, cloaking the room in a warm glow. She swears she hears trees swaying in the distance, but she realises – faintly – that it’s just the blood rushing in her ears. No trees here, she thinks. No bloody forest.
You’re looking down at her, eyes glittering in the warm light. After a stress-filled silence, you nod, whispering, “against the wall, cat ears still on. Made her come so hard it was dripping down my chin.”
“Jesus,” Ellie whispers. Her legs fidget, trying to squirm from the warmth pushing between her thighs. She pushes her hair away from her forehead, even those it’s already tucked behind her ears.
“Then what?” she asks, moving in your lap. Then what then what.
Your lips curl into a small smile, “Then we never spoke about it again.”
Ellie feels her eyes go dark with the memory. Imagines a film over them — lost in her own brain. Pictures you crawling on your hands and knees, on the prowl with your cat ears sitting pretty.
What was it you said again? That she was dripping all over your chin?
Her tongue peaks through her lips, pretty in pink, and she notices your small smile curve wider. Though, it’s not kind. It’s edged with something, as if you’ve made a funny and she doesn’t get the joke.
Ellie’s belly drops.
A laugh bursts out of your mouth, and she freezes. Nononononono, you didn’t.
“I’m sorry—” you start, hiding your smile, and Ellie’s lips open in shock, then she’s snapping to -- jumping up from your lap, red all over.
She’s looking for her coat, hands shaking “nah, that’s not funny,” she’s saying, all while the faux image of you between a girl’s thighs buzzes behind her eyes.
It was her. She was the girl. She’d even imagined taking your cat ears off and putting them on her head.
“Yeah, it was – Ellie,” you laugh, reaching for her hand, and Ellie’s body reacts to the touch.
You spin her into you, pouting, “Come onnnnn, I was playing.”
“You’re mean for making that up. You’re a horrible person.”
“Awhhh, I’m sworry. I’m sworry, come here –” You pull her into you, wrapping your arms around her neck. Be mad. Ellie thinks. Be mad be mad be mad—oh, but you’re so soft and warm.
She falls into you, hands catching your hips — holding you steady, as her head pushes into the curved gap between your throat and shoulder. You hold the back of her neck, hugging her close.
“I’m sorry, that was mean.”
“Made me all worked up,” Ellie admits. The all-familiar ache is back. Then again, it’s never far when you’re around.
“Yeah?” you quirk, the tone saying: tell me all about it.
“Mm.”
“Thinking about me with another girl?”
She breathes a laugh, then breathes in your scent, the smell causing her to hold your hips tighter.
“You gotta write my essay now, make it up to me.”
Your laugh rattles against her body.
“What you on about? I gave you free material to think about.”
“What?” she laughs, squinting her face together. She pulls away, and you look up at her, chewing on your bottom lip.
You glance down at her mouth, and a breath gets caught in her throat. “Nothing,” You grin, and she cocks her head to the side, tightening her grip on your waist.
“No, tell me. You made fun of me, you gotta tell me.”
“I don’t have to do anything, Ellie.”
“I’ll get it outta you.”
“Yeah, how?”
“You won’t know until it happens.”
“Weirdo,” you scoff, pulling away. “Let me walk you home, they wanna do a group meeting about some charity event later.”
“Ooo, little miss sorority girl.”
You smack her chest, “Hey!” but Ellie grabs your hand, laughing as she pulls you into her, catching your hips again. You gasp in surprise, hands catching hers, and your chest pushes into hers.
She feels you focus on the cavern of her eyebrow scar, then the dust of freckles over her nose. The wild brush of her eyebrows, and the small, circular, chickenpox scar on her cheek.
Ellie gets confident or forgets the proximity of your relationship — nothing new — and rests her forehead against yours.
The world gets quiet.
The buzz of your music fades out, and all Ellie can hear is the small, clipped, and shaky sound of your breathing.
Your eyes flutter closed for a brief second, and Ellie wants to kiss you. Always wants to kiss you, but this is different. This is new and sudden and sweet. It’s soft. Gentle.
Your fingers graze over hers, and she imagines holding you like this forever.
Imagines doing this, as often as she likes.
All you’ve done together, and you haven’t even kissed yet. Ellie gazes at your wet mouth.
“Wanna come to mine? We don’t even have to smoke; you can just help me with the intro to my essay.”
Your lips twist, and a small smile appears. “Ellie,” you whisper, tinged with a double meaning.
“What?” she asks, feigning innocence.
“I can’t,” you whisper.
She breathes in deep, eyes closing as she presses her forehead against yours.
“Not even for a second?”
“Ellie.”
“Please?” she whispers, looking at you, and your face falls. Your mouth opens an inch, the red of your tongue alluring. When you don’t respond, Ellie slowly dips lower and tentatively brushes her mouth against yours. Your breath catches.
The skin of your lips is pillow soft, and for the first time, she’s able to taste your lip gloss from the source.
“Doesn’t please get me anything I want?” Ellie hushes.
The music has bled into the background, a hum in the walls of your room. It rattles through her toes and dances through her chest, forcing her heart to thrum with life. Your eyes are half-lidded, lashes brushing over your cheeks when you look at her mouth.
“That was a one-time deal,” you manage to tease, despite the nerves radiating off of you.
“So, I can’t kiss you?”
“I never said that.”
Your tone is dangerous. Ellie’s lips quirk into a smirk. “I didn’t say please though?”
There’s a heated 30 seconds where you pluck up some courage. Ellie can hear the cogs turning in your pretty little head before you conclude that, “manners are overrated,” and press your cherry lips against hers, sticky and artificially sweet.
The world stops in that movie magic kind of way.
Reality flutters to a pause, the music switches off, the natter from your roommates downstairs goes quiet, and Ellie can no longer hear the constant anxious beating of her heart.
It’s just you and your mouth – the press of your lips, no tricks, just the delicate touch of yours against hers.
Ellie is 15 again and playing truth or dare at that camp her uncle forced her to go to.
She’s picking dare and kissing Jessica Carter, the daughter of a man that owned a slew of Ice Cream shops in Salt Lake, and it means so much more to Ellie than it does to Jessica.
She feels the electricity of the kiss pulse throughout her body, like she’s got her soapy fingers in a light switch socket, and as she pulls away and Jessica laughs – giggles, cupping her wet lips, I can’t believe we just did that – Ellie feels the cavern in her chest close just an inch.
She was about to thank her, but then she thought better of it.
Pulling away now, there’s no Jessica, it’s you, and you’re pressing your fingers to your lips like you’re holding them out to a cat, nervous as to what’s going to happen next.
Ellie leans her forehead against yours, lips numb.
You’re breathing like you’ve run a marathon. Then you kiss her again.
Ellie stumbles back from the shock, but you move with her, guiding her back until her legs hit the bed frame.
She makes a quick decision – pulls away and gets back onto your bed, hoping you follow her down. Thankfully, you do – quirk a nervous smile and knee walk over to her, spreading your legs and clambering onto her lap.
You sit back on her thighs with your knees pressed against her hips.
The position is a memory re-lived, except this time, you’re both alert – no sleep to mask the feeling, just the nerves pulsating through your veins. New new new, it’s saying.
Ellie reaches out and steadies your hips.
Taking a shaky breath, she slips her thumbs under the fabric of your shirt and runs the length of your shorts. The skin there burns, heat radiating off of you like a furnace, and it’s as if you enjoy the touch, as you take Ellie’s hands and cup them with your own, keeping them against your skin, before dragging them around your hips.
Ellie catches your eyes, breath lodged in her throat.
It stays there while you run her fingers up and under your shirt, painstakingly moving her hands over your stomach, over your rib cage, and Ellie’s heart swells in her chest as the tips of her fingers feel the underwire of your bra.
Ellie can’t decide what she wants.
There are too many options – kiss you, undress you – and she so badly wants all of them all at once.
When you finally drag her palms over your breasts, she feels your nipples pressing through the thin and lacey fabric, and her belly swirls, the pressure pushing low.
Your breath rattles in your chest.
“You okay?” Ellie asks, and instead of answering, you bow down to kiss her.
This kiss is different.
It’s desperate. Tinged with the need to tell Ellie it's okay, it's okay, as you slip your tongue in her mouth. She groans.
It’s deep and low, echoing around the room, and there’s a fleeting second where Ellie is embarrassed, but you swallow the sound down, hips reacting, pressing into her crotch.
Ellie aches with the memory of before.
She wants to tease you, wants to say, you gonna come like this again? but you drag your lips over to her neck, and she whines pathetically.
Oh fuck, she thinks. Ellie goes liquid, like syrup. She melts into the mattress, hands relax on your breasts, and just – lets you pepper kisses over her throat. Let’s you run your tongue under her jaw, and her hips buck in response. Jolt up into your crotch, and your breathing changes, now coming out in long, deep pulls.
You mark her neck with your mouth, and Ellie feels the suck of your lips in her gut. Her hands go exploring, sliding over your tits, and she rubs her thumbs over your nipples, listening for your breathing stutter.
When you mumble a desperate fuck, into her throat, Ellie suddenly wants you on your back.
She knocks the pair of you over, and you fall back onto your mattress, grinning up at Ellie with a wild smile. You take her in. Eyes flutter over her like butterflies, taking in her statue as she sits on top of you.
Suddenly, though, your smile changes. Goes nervous.
“What does this mean for us?” you whisper, and Ellie shakes her head, moving to kiss you again.
Now on top, she swells with the feeling of control.
“Don’t think about it,” she mumbles, then tastes cherry again.
Ellie’s a hypocrite because all she does is think about it.
Up all night in bed, thinking about it. Thinking about how she wants you as her girlfriend, but she hasn’t even taken you out on a date yet.
Doesn’t know about your family. Your friends. Doesn’t know your favourite movie, or colour. All she knows is your weed order. The thought makes her sick with shame.
The mumble of her name coming out of your lips brings her back.
You stuff her shirt in your hands, and Ellie wants it off.
Wants your hands all over her, wants to grind her hips into yours like you did hers, with your hands on her hips guiding her.
“Wanna see,” you mumble, tugging at her shirt, and Ellie’s skin prickles.
She drags her hips back, the seam of her jeans pushing against her crotch, and sits up straight. She grins, all teeth, then fists the shirt, pulling it up her chest. The lines of her muscles are revealed, along with a few white scars that dot her stomach and back. She’s wearing a casual cotton bra, but you look at her as if she’s donning silk.
“So pretty,” you whisper, blinking up at her, and that shame that sat inside of her dispels. You slide your hands over her chest, and the warmth of them pushes into her bloodstream.
“Pretty?” Ellie quirks, needing something to distract herself from the languid movement of your hands. You trail your fingers over her ribcage, then push your pointer up her breast bone, mouth open an inch, ignoring her, and Ellie’s limbs go jelly.
You’ve got your goddamn explorer hat on as you drag the base of your palm between her tits, your spare hand lazily rubbing her hip bone.
“What’re you doing?” she asks, words coming out as a breathy whisper.
You flash a small smile, “committing you to memory.”
A dangerous pressure builds in Ellie’s heart. Her cheeks bloom red, her skin prickles, and she feels light-headed, as if you’ve removed all the oxygen in the room.
You hook a finger around the elastic of her bra and tug her forward. Ellie catches herself on the mattress beside your head just as you kiss her, pushing your tongue into her mouth and crotch up into hers.
She shudders.
The kiss is all tongue, desperate, as she bumps her nose against yours to taste you. She’s preoccupied with your mouth, so she doesn’t notice your hand sliding between her thighs. When she does, she forgets how to kiss.
“S-Shit,” Ellie stutters, caught off guard. Your touch is gentle, just, lazily rubbing your fingers into her jeans. There’s a lot of fabric between you, thus Ellie’s left the chase the friction.
Resting her forehead against yours, she clutches the sheets beside you, rolling her hips into your hand. She blinks at you, opening her eyes, and you’re staring at her like she’s an artwork – trying to memorise every brush stroke.
You bump your nose against hers, flexing your palm. Ellie hums again.
“You sure you wanna do that?” she jokes, clutching onto any semblance of sanity. You give her a lazy smile, lips wet with her spit. “’s ’only fair.
“Not –” Ellie starts, but chokes, your knuckle just hitting the top of her pussy. Her eyes flutter closed, mouth opening an inch, and you must sense the shift, because you keep your hand there, nodding, knowing what she was going to say before she said it.
“Gonna make you come 'cause I want to, not ‘cause I have to.”
“Fuck – okay,” Ellie relents. There’s no way she’s going to leave in the middle of this. She can’t. She’d probably collapse mid-way. A pressure pushes between her thighs, hot and constant. Her pussy clenches around nothing and she whispers something. Sounds like your name.
Been a minute since she’d had a hand other than hers between her legs.
Ellie lazily chases your palm, thinking that If she moves too quickly, this moment will poof into a dream. Doesn’t want to scare it away.
To hide her red face, she nuzzles into your throat, roles reversed from that morning, except Ellie didn’t have her hand between your thighs. She tells herself it’s her turn to do that next.
You pop the button on her jeans, and Ellie glances down at your hands, seeing/feeling them tug at the band.
You turn into her head, “Jesus, these painted on or something?” and Ellie breathes a laugh, “Didn’t expect someone else taking them off.”
“I need easy access from now on, only sweatpants.”
“Noted.”
Your smile goes silly, “preferably those grey ones you wore when I came over that time, when I made you dinner.”
“Thought you liked those ones, caught you staring at my ass.”
“No you did not.”
Ellie kisses your neck, “It’s so sexy when you gaslight me.”
You huff, “You gonna help me take them off, or watch me struggle?” and a slow grin builds across Ellie’s face. “Wanna see you work for it.”
“Well, you’ll be watching for a while. Enjoy the show!” you joke, trying to drag the denim off of her hips. You grunt loudly, brow furrowed as you tug.
Finally, you throw your hands up with a huff, then pout and cross your arms. Ellie’s leaned back at this point, and she mimics your face.
“Defeated by The Gap,” Ellie sighs.
“I’m gonna put in a complaint. Tell them that their stupid jeans stopped my girlf—” you catch yourself, eyes widening.
Ellie goes still.
There’s a second where she hears the crowd cheering in the background, but it turns out it’s a kid crying on the street outside.
“What did you just say?” she asks, tone filled with awe. She cannot help the shit-eating grin that splays across her face. It’s so big that you have to cover your face from the shine.
“I said nothing.”
“Um, I heard something.”
“You didn’t hear anything.”
“I heard the word girl and then an ‘F’ sound.”
“You didn’t! I’m telling you; you’re hearing things. Going crazy.”
“Ummmmmm,” Ellie drags, squinting down at you.
She tries to pull your hands away, but you won’t budge.
“I heard something!”
“I was going to say, girl fellow!”
“Girl what?” Ellie laughs, eyes alight with humour.
“Yeah—” you start, pulling your hands away and masking your features. You’re a beacon of control.
“Girl fellow. It’s this new thing I coined. A girl who is a fellow, as in friend.”
Ellie squints, “Fellow means boy, you weirdo.”
“No it—” you frown. “Does it?”
“Yes, have you not seen Robin Hood?”
You pause, “No.”
“Oh my god!” Ellie erupts. “How have you not seen Robin Hood? I used to be obsessed with it.”
“Everything makes so much sense now.”
“The fuck does that mean?”
You push your hands into her hips, fingers tickling.
“Do you have a pointy bow and arrow at home? A little green hat?”
“Shut up,” Ellie laughs, trying to bat your hands away. She catches them.
“That makes so much sense,” you start, joking around, “You’re far too into social justice.”
“How are you bullying me about world change? You just called me your girlfriend!”
“Fellow!” you correct.
“That means girl boy!”
You grin triumphantly, “Welcome to the 21st century, Ellie.”
She rolls her eyes, “you’re so annoying.”
“Your jeans are annoying.”
“My jeans are cute.”
You point a finger at her, “I’m gonna fight your jeans.”
Ellie dips low and kisses you, mumbling into your mouth, “mm, my money’s on the jeans,” and you wrap your thigh around her ass, using it as leverage to roll her onto her back.
You suddenly slide down, standing at the edge of the bed and shoving your hands into the band of her trousers. With a determined look, you manage to pull them down, “fuck your jeans.”
They end up on the floor, and Ellie’s left in a pair of boxers and her bra. She’d clap for you if she wasn’t so suddenly dazed. You appear on top of her, and she automatically wraps her arms around your shoulders, humming contently as you kiss her.
When her brain comes back to reality, she manages to switch positions again, knees pressing beside your thighs. With a tentative touch, you trace your hand over her stomach, distracting her with the wet of your kiss.
When your fingers touch the band of her underwear, Ellie’s breathing changes. It’s all suddenly real.
“Wanna stop?” you breathe, tone sincere and gaze gentle. Despite the bubble in her chest, Ellie has never wanted to continue something more. She shakes her head, eager.
“Fuck no.”
Your sweet giggle distills the tension. “Good,” you grin, sliding your fingers lower, “wanted to do this since I met you.”
The tips of your fingers drag over her clothed pussy, gentle and soft. Ellie releases a shaky breath.
There’s just a piece of flimsy cotton stopping you from skin on skin, but she’s so wet that it feels that way, anyway.
Her eyes flutter closed, the sensation lulling her, fueling her with dopamine, and she buries her head in the crook of your neck, flexing her hips to meet your hand.
You drag the corner of your knuckle up her clothed slit, pushing into her clit when you get to the top. Ellie groans quietly, and you grin into the side of her head, rolling your knuckle into her, and she moans.
“Fuck, s’good.”
“Yeah?” you ask, and Ellie nods. Propelled by her quiet desperation, you twist your hand and push a finger against her damp clit – the wet fabric showing the lines of her pussy – and roll it gently.
The fabric in the way makes it dirtier, more desperate, and makes Ellie moan pathetically into your neck, forgetting you’ve got roommates. She chases your hand.
Hips stir up, wet heat coiling in her belly and pushing into her cunt. Is this what you felt? That morning in her apartment?
The fire is quick to rise, and it’s only been a couple of minutes of her grinding into your palm when her pussy clenches, heat pushing at the back of her clit.
“Mm,” she hums, inhaling a shaky breath. Her thighs begin to shake. “Baby, you’re gonna make me come,” she hushes into your ear, and she swears she hears you whimper.
You turn to look at her, and pout, “Want it on my fingers, Ellie,” you admit, eyes innocent, wide with wonder, and Ellie’s jaw clenches.
Her hips lose their rhythm, and how the fuck is she in control right now? She doesn’t feel that way. Feels like she lost any semblance of control when you flipped her over and pulled her jeans off.
“Fuck, okay. Okay. Shit. Take my – fuck,” she stumbles, and you push your fingers under the band of her underwear, asking, “Can I?” in such a pure tone that Ellie has to close her eyes and breathe through her nose.
“Yeah baby,” she nods, “s’okay. Fuck. It’s okay.”
You drag your fingers through her pubic hair – eyes on her the whole time – before you stuff your pointer and index against her wet clit. You start to roll the nerve, and Ellie chokes on her spit. Her body shudders.
She’s in your goddamn dorm room in your sorority with your hand down her pants.
You’re watching her intently. Glazed eyes gazing at her features, fingers controlling the way her brows furrow and cheeks bloom red. It’s wholly intimate. Ellie’s slick coats your fingers.
“So hot, Ellie.”
Her body flushes – she has to bury her head in your neck again, where she nods. She grinds her cunt into your hand, forcing you to press harder and roll quicker.
“Mm, fuck,” Ellie swears, spit dribbling over her lips, drunk on your fingers, “Fuck, m’ gonna come.”
She feels the familiar pressure behind her clit, the heat that sears – almost painful. You twist into her, nodding, saying, “Give it to me El’s.”
Then, “please.”
The wave rushes up and pulls her under, rendering her voiceless and still, before it crashes, and she gushes over your hand, chasing the spin of your fingers as she shakes.
“Mm, god, god, shit” she whimpers, voice muffled by your neck, trying so hard to keep quiet, but fuck, she’s not in control of her body. She clenches the duvet as her pussy clenches and un-clenches, clit spasming, whole body slick with sweat.
Her hips grind into your fist, eyes rolled back, mumbling curses into your throat, and she’s clenching the duvet so tight that her knuckles go white.
Then someone calls your name.
You freeze. Fingers go still.
Ellie wants to cry, but somewhere in her drunk mind, she realises the severity of the situation.
When you don’t respond, your name gets called again.
“Fuck,” you curse, then “Ellie, baby, I’m sorry, you gotta get off of me.”
Ellie manages to find the energy to roll off of you, and you get up, legs stumbling before you reach the door.
“Y-Yeah?” you call out through the wood.
Ellie lays boneless on your bed, breathing deeply through her nose. Her boxers are pushed low, pubic hair on show, but she doesn’t have the power to sort herself out.
She should be nervous at the idea of being caught, but fuck, her clit still throbs with the memory of your fingers. She languidly blinks at the ceiling, trying to calm her heart.
How the fuck did that just happen?
“Meeting soon, you coming?” the faceless voice calls, and you mumble a curse before saying, “Yeah! Gimmie a minute.”
When you turn to her, Ellie’s already gazing at you. You quirk a small, sad smile, and Ellie nods, understanding.
“Lemme just,” she starts, rubbing her face, “find the energy.”
You giggle at her. “Let me help you put your stupid jeans on.”
Ellie props herself up by her elbows, beaming, “My top down there, too?”
“Got it.”
She manages to shove her jeans on, wincing when she knocks her sensitive clit. You eye her.
“Listen, I—” you start, clearly flustered. You motion to her, “—Would take better care of you after but.”
“Whoa – what?” Ellie cuts you off, shoving her shirt on with a frown.
You purse your lips, “like, cook you dinner or kiss your forehead or something.”
“You’ve already cooked me dinner, and you can kiss my forehead whenever you want.”
“I mean. I don’t usually make a girl come and then dip.”
“Oh,” Ellie frowns, “But this is different.”
You pout, “Still feel bad.”
“Don’t,” Ellie firmly spouts. She takes your hands and kisses your forehead.
“I feel good, you should feel good.”
“It was good?” you ask, suddenly lit up and eager to hear more. Ellie laughs. Her body is filled with a warm, buttery feeling. She’s still drunk on you, lethargic from coming, and she doesn’t have the space to panic.
Her subconscious tries to tell her everything that has happened that should cause her concern.
She nearly called you her girlfriend, then made you come on her double bed with a flowery bedspread. Now she feels bad because she doesn’t have enough time to give you adequate aftercare. Dude.
Still, Ellie shows no alarm when she kisses your forehead and says, “I’ll call you.”
It’s only when she gets home, looks in the mirror and sees her lips glittery with your lip-gloss, that reality sets in.
#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams smut#ellie williams x reader smut#ellie williams imagine#ellie williams fan fic#the last of us#the last of us 2#ellie williams tlou2#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x female reader#smut#ellie williams the last of us#dealer!ellie williams#tlou2#tlou
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I love Eddie's little somethings, what would his reaction be when he finds out that you keep all the things he's made for you, you've pressed, dried, and kept a lot of flowers he got for you and stuck them in a scrapbook etc
STOP - they're talking about this post <3 but specifically this one;
when [eddie's] meant to give you gift (birthdays/holidays etc) he prefers to make something. one time he recorded two cassettes of himself playing all your favourite songs, one slow, instrumental & acoustic for studying, and one how they were meant to be sang for jamming. he's also made a popsicle stick diorama of your childhood tree fort that was torn down, and a DnD campaign on your birthday based on your favourite fantasy movie
so i imagine that eddie is like a outside cat
he finds shiny trinkets and brings them to you, the spoils of his adventures. but then curl up on your lap lol
he'd bring you anything, a pretty flower (or weed), a pinecone that looked funny, a pretty leaf, and he doesn't think you'll want them... he just likes to show you stuff
one day he's waiting for you in your room, you just had to run across the street to grab something for your mother from a neighbour, he couldn't come because he wasn't supposed to be over when your parents aren't home
and he's poking around for fun
not spying or snooping, you always let him look through your things bc you have nothing to hide, when the spine of a book catches his eye
it looks like a photo album, but when he pulled it out he wasn't surprised to see a picture of the two of you stuck to the front, and also little heart stickers. it was your favourite picture, eddie was in his throne, and you were across his lap, legs flopping over the armrest. you were both smiling so wide for the picture, because it had been the day eddie made a dnd campaign based on your favourite movie for your birthday, and you two had exchanged your first 'i love yous' in front of hellfire because you couldn't contain your love anymore (i should write a full imagine for this me thinks)
but when he opened it he realized it was a scrap book
the inside cover page was your character from that day (your fav character from the movie)
and the next page was filled with flowers, all pressed flat and dry, assembled intricately around post-it notes, taped down with little passages on them. some were quotes. some were reasons you loved eddie. some were little memories you didn't want to forget.
he was so fixated on the book that he had to sit down, his eyes glossing over from reading all the sweet things you thought about him
it was more real, seeing things you'd written without assuming eddie would see it. it was your real, pure feelings for him.
he flipped thru the pages to find all sorts of things like that. notes he'd written you & left in your locker or passed to you in class. tickets to movies or shows you'd gone to.
a tear landed on the page, and it shocked eddie. he was crying. he was so happy. it made no sense to him, how someone like you could invest all your time and love into him.
his heart was so full
"awh, baby," you'd say from the doorway, leaning on it. "it wasn't supposed to make you cry."
and he'd discard the book beside him, saying nothing but opening his arms so you would come sit with him.
and of course you did, straddling him, and letting him bury his head in your shoulder. he sniffled, his shoulder shaking gently from the overwhelming feelings he was having. he'd never ever felt like this.
"it's beautiful, thank you for making that."
and he'd also collected everything you'd ever given him, and he would for sure be making one of this to keep at his house.
you would rub his hair, soothing him and whispering sweet things, reminding him that you love him, and more importantly that he was worth all the love. you wanted him to know he deserved it. deserved the whole damn world <3
"okay but check this out"
and you'd take him over to a shelf that had the popsicle stick diorama of your childhood treehouse and took it down.
he'd noticed it had a hinge on the back, but he hadn't put it there
you had carefully cut the glue to the roof so it could open like a hatch, and inside you'd made it even better, painting it to actually look like the fort, and adding some little doll furniture. it was an idea dustin had thrown out while they were making it but he'd never been inside.
he wanted to ask if it was accurate but there was more
there were all kinds of things stuffed in there, it looked like a squirrel was living in there.
and he realized it was the spoils of adventure that he'd brought you. pinecones, rocks, a fake quarter, the monopoly dog, a gum wrapper with a joke on it
and he wanted to cry again but he didn't, instead just put the treehouse away, and pulled you in for the biggest bear hug ever.
he picked you up and spun you around a few time, before walking you over to the bed so he could drop you on it, climbing on top of you to kiss you, and so eddie show you how much he really appreciated it
#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson smut#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fiction#stranger things fic#stranger things s4#stranger things#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x y/n
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I CAME BACK FOR MORE 😭
Finn and Fern x GN!Reader headcanons where the reader is a thief/robber and eventually they learn more about them and develop a crush on them (Could it be separate for each, same scenario but different brother if you get what im saying)
Finn could be like an enemies to lovers type of eal with finn thinking the reader is a little cute from the get go and feeling conflicted with hair feelings due to the reader's being a thief, eventually becoming friends and seeing different side of the reader (yk?? i feel like im yapping and not making sense 💀)
While for fern, the reader just feels bad for him because he can't do as well as being a hero and becomes friends with him, farm keeps it a secret from finn and they eventually become friends and see a different side (yappayapayappa) :)
Give em a cute hobby like a baking or crochet
SORRY IF THIS DOENST MAKE SENSE
AWH this feels like the plot of an ep of adventure time ……
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finn + fern/thief gn reader hcs
FINN
at firstyou guys do not like each other at all (ofc)
he gets in your way all the time. he gets calls about you from people across Ooo complaining about their missing stuff
(even ice king )
Finn is a good hero though. so he ignores that you’re kinda pretty
(he thinks he might have a type of crush at this point (people who could probably kill him if they wanted to))
so one day (abt a month into your spree)
you decide to steal from Finn’s house (not knowing that it was the fucking Guy who’d been stopping you this whole time)
and you almost get away with it (stealing his hat. it was his hat you chose to steal). almost
“YOU!! YOU’RE the one that’s been stealing from all those peeps!!”
you run escape him (again) but he stops you in front of the door.
“Put it back.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Put it back.”
“Nuh uh.”
you reach an impasse.
now at YOUR end, you reeeeally dont want to admit it but this guy is a little cute (a little. you refuse to go further) with the hair he has happening.
you do eventually put it back, faced with the prospect of staying in here any longer. glob
against any of your better judgement, you decide to stay
and investigate this weird guy
and against his better judgement, he lets you stay
now you’re both at this weird little hangout
(with your enemy)
and you tell him about you
for one, you steal for the rush. and out of habit
and for two, you crochet (this is probably why you steal so much yarn)
Finn traces his finger in circles on the ground.
“d’you think you could teach me how to crochet?”
“Pshh. You’re telling me you believed all that?”
“You were lying?”
“Nono, that was the truth. im jus’ messing with you.”
“Ok…”
“Seriously!”
“Ok!”
you smile at him.
“y’wanna meet tomorrow?”
he brushes a piece of his hair out of his face. “yeah.”
as for general hcs, i think you would start stealing things just to meet up with him
like you would think in all your time thieving you would have at least one phone
but no
you don’t enter through the door either
you will just break in. sometimes in the dead of night
Finn would dedicate himself to learning how to crochet (I wonder why. it couldn’t possibly be to impress someone)
FERN
so you first meet fern when he decides to answer the banana guard’s call and oh boy
this guy
he is not doing well at Heroing
like imagine a baby kitten. now imagine it sad
And you realize, wait a minute
This thing might not be worth it
so you check in on this poor guy. in the middle of your getaway
“dude, are you okay?”
his leg was stuck in a crack in the ground
“don’t pity me!!”
“I’m not! Just let me help you—”
“Well I’m supposed to be a hero. I shouldn’t get help from thieves.”
(he’s more telling that to himself than to you.)
You help him out anyways, of course.
He brings out his sword to your neck, you sigh and roll your eyes.
“Fine..”
You give him back what you stole
The sword is still there
You dump out all of the other objects you stole out of your bag
The sword is still there
You sigh again, taking off your shoes and gloves and shaking out the other other objects you stole.
He begins to collect them into his own bag, before asking you,
“Did I do good?”
“What?”
“Was I a good hero?”
“Oh, um. Well, anyone else (because I am extremely brave and unafraid) would probably be squealing out of fear so, yeah.”
He crosses his arms, looking down to the side.
“I don’t want people to be afraid of me…”
You step back, observing him.
“Why d’you even want to be a hero so badly?”
“Because—because….because I’m supposed to be.”
Your expression softens.
“How about I be a bad influence on you, and you take a break from heroing for a bit?”
“How?”
“Y’ever learn how to crochet?”
#sorry if this is more like story bullet points than head canons…i like writing them thws way#mariner talks#adventure time x reader#finn the human#finn x reader#adventure time#mariner writes#IT MAKES SENSE ITSOK ..#fern the human#fern x reader
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Hi, this is my first time ordering here. So I hope I get this right, Can I request headcanons of Deuce x (Fem) Reader Where Reader confesses his feelings for Deuce with a romantic Christmas song? For example: Baby, It’s Cold Outside, All I Want For Christmas Is You etc🎇🌠🌌
Have a merry christmas✨❄️🎁💘
All I Want for Christmas is To Confess Deuce x MC
Thank you for requesting! And you asked perfectly. I chose to have MC confess with “All I want for Christmas is You.” So I hope that’s okay. Also, none of the lyrics are mine. I hope you enjoy and Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!!
You had prepared for this
And you meant prepared
After getting this enchanted piano for a pretty cheap cost at the school store, you were finally ready to confess your feelings for Deuce
This enchanted piano plays itself, damn, what a steal!
It was nearly Christmas and this time of the year is perfect
The pure white snow and the gray exterior of Ramshackle meshed into the perfect romantic aesthetic
It was cold, but the nerves of confessing kept you decently warm despite the trash heater Crowley set up in Ramshackle
Deuce had decided to drop by this year to keep you company
He also offered to bring you back to his place
You told him you would consider it
You didn’t want to intrude on his Christmas, especially if he rejects you
But you did really want to spend Christmas with someone so special
Grim just wasn’t enough-
Deuce knocked on the main door and you opened it up
Right on cue, the piano began playing
You realized Deuce was cold and brought him in
You sat him down on the couch and sat across from him
Ok, it was now or never!
And you were gonna confess now
“I don't want a lot for Christmas.”
Deuce tilted his head to the side in confusion, how cute!
He asked why you were singing
Though his cheeks were red, you wondered if it was because he was cold or he was being shy
“There is just one thing I need.”
Deuce asked if you wanted him to buy you something, but you shook your head
He took this as a sign to wait
“I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree.”
Deuce gazed into your eyes, awaiting what you had in store for him
You took a breath to calm your nerves and looked him dead in the eyes before finally confessing
“I just want you for my own.”
Awh, he blushed the prettiest red
He tried to speak, but you held a hand up
You wanted to get your feelings off your chest first
“More than you could ever know.”
Deuce felt like he was on cloud 9
You knew of his delinquent past, but you still stuck by him?
And you gave him such a romantic confession??
He was pining for you for so long, but this confession makes it all worth it
You held out your hand
“Make my wish come true.”
Deuce immediately took your hand
Compared to your own cold hand, his was so warm and cozy
Like a comfortable toasty fire
“All I want for Christmas is you.”
And that was all the self-restraint Deuce had
He tackled you into the biggest hug
His actions spoke louder than any words
You were definitely going back to his home with him after this
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omg y/n being pregnant and having terrible mood swings and harry is just being extra nice to make sure he doesn’t make her mad
He’s terrified of her and she’s like 😭🥺🤨😡🤬😔
“Ah there she is! Love of my life! Queen of my heart! The woman I would do-“
“What the fuck do you want?” Y/N grumbles looking at Harry as she walks into the kitchen, back aching, feet aching and exhaustion running through her as she holds her bump.
“I made pancakes!” He smiles, slightly scared as he watches her look over the dish he has in his hands, waiting for a reaction.
“Oh my god! You’re so amazing!” She sobs, tears falling from her eyes as Harry looks at her with a nervous smile, kissing her cheek as she kisses his lips when he pulls back.
“It’s okay my love, here, they’re yours.” He hands her the large stack of pancakes with a grin.
“Oh! So you expect me to eat fifteen pancakes?! What are you getting at here?!” She snaps again, his face dropping as she storms over to the table, sitting down and pouring herself some orange juice.
“Leave them there, thank you.” She grumbles sipping her juice as Harry races over to place the dish down, smiling softly at her as she looks at him.
“Awh! You even added chocolate chips!” She cried again, making grabby hands at Harry as he hugs her, kissing her cheek.
“This baby has you all over the place huh?“ he jokes, a very bold move on his part.
“Hey! No uterus, no opinion!”
“Yes my love, sorry.”
She smiles as she eats, Harry smiling back. He’d take every emotion she swings at him, she is carrying his baby after all, and he thinks it’s all worth it.
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secrets
pairing: sapnap x fem!reader
summary: you and sap develop a secret sexual relationship.
warnings: switch!sapnap, switch!reader, smoking, dirty talk, semi-public sex, thigh riding, orgasm denial, humiliation kink, degradation kink, pet names, oral (m!receiving), spit kink, drunk sex, pain kink, daddy kink
word count: 1.8k
smut under the cut
you can still remember when it started.
at first, a lingering glance or two while you were with friends. then subtle touches sometimes, always leaving you wanting more. a sly comment, a sexual joke, a teasing lilt.
the first time you did anything, though, was at a party at his house. everyone else passed out on the couch, the both of you moved to his room, lying on his bed, passing a half-smoked blunt back and forth lazily. chase atlantic flowed softly in the background and you found yourself staring at the way the smoke left his parted lips. no words were shared, but you could feel the energy shift when he sat up on one elbow, looking down at you. the dark purple lights of his room only further blurred your senses until all you could think of were his mouth and how much you wanted it on yours. your heart stopped in your chest as you both leaned in, his breath gently fanning your face as he got closer, then kissing each other, hesitant at first but then with all of the passion and nerves built up over the past several months.
it only escalated from there, and fast, as you quickly discovered your overwhelming need for each other, despite the risk of sneaking around your friend group.
the tension left you a breathless bundle of nerves each time you hung out with the group, silently contemplating how to be near each other without rousing suspicion.
it was no different this time; karl invited the group over to his house for a movie night.
everyone scattered on the floor and chairs, you glanced at sapnap panicked, not knowing where to sit.
“sap, y/n! good to see you! come sit here!” alex nods to the corner of the couch opposite where he rests, except there is only room for sap to sit, and nowhere else comfortable for you to go.
sapnap sits confidently, outstretching his arms and spreading his legs. he smirks as you search for somewhere else to go, silently calling you over with two fingers, first pointed at you, then down at his lap.
heat rushes to your face as you shuffle over, stumbling a bit as he firmly pulls you onto his lap, securing you in place with an arm around your waist. he pulls a blanket over the two of you, pushing you down and forcefully opening your legs so you’re sitting directly on his thigh. you squirm nervously but he only tightens his grip before leaning in your ear and whispering low enough so only you can hear, “you like that, don’t you, kitten?” you can hear the smirk in his voice and hate that he’s right as the wetness between your legs grows to be unbearable.
the combination of the pressure on your lower stomach from his arm, his chest pressing warmly in your back, his breath lightly fanning your neck, his rich musk and cologne, and his lightly bouncing leg make the pleasure too much to stay quiet. his thigh feels so good against your aching sex and you bite your knuckle to try and stop yourself from moaning. you're thankful that the lights are off and no one is really paying attention to you, but the light humiliation of doing something like this when others are around still feels embarrassing, only adding to your nerves.
sap gently but firmly grabs your hips with his hands and moves you backwards so you're further nuzzled in his chest; it would have been comforting if not for the bunched fabric of his shorts now rubbing against you, making you open your legs and lean your head back on his shoulder with a pleasured sigh. just when you felt yourself nearing your finish, sapnap cruelly closes your legs and swings them across his lap, pouting in feigned sympathy at your hurt expression.
"awh, kitten, you didn't really think i'd let you cum that easy?" his mouth forms into a smile, and you swore in that moment you'd get him back.
your opportunity arose the next time the group got together. alex wanted to have a cooking stream with the both of you, and you found yourself fantasizing of all the different ways you would get him alone.
you decided to tease him the minute the camera turned on, not being able to resist his embarrassed expression, and it certainly lived up to your expectations.
"hello chat! today we're doing another cooking stream!" alex says to the camera, waving his hand over the array of ingredients splayed on the table.
"okay, flour first, right?" sap is stood next to you, and you reach past him for the bag of flour, brushing against his chest and leaning forward, giving him full view to your panties as your skirt lifts up a bit.
you hear him inhale sharply and you hide a smirk as you continue with the stream.
the three of you laugh at your own ridiculousness as you somehow manage to create a cake mass of chocolate and dough, frosted meticulously as if it would fall apart any minute.
"all right chat, should we do a taste test?" alex struggles to cut a piece and tries it for the chat.
you swipe a finger along the top, collecting a bit of frosting, then making eye contact with sap as you suck it off, batting your eyelashes. his face reddens and he gulps as his eyes trail down your body.
alex remains completely unaware as he jokes to the chat and wraps up the stream.
the second the camera turns off, the flushed boy next to you takes your wrist and says to alex, "i have to use the bathroom. y/n, you know where that is, right?"
you stifle a laugh and ignore alex's confused expression as you're whisked away to the bathroom, watching sapnap fumble to lock the door.
you step toward him slowly, drinking in every moment.
you lean toward his reddened face, taking him in a messy kiss. before he can take control of the situation, you say: "can't wait until we're alone, huh? needy boy," you smirk before licking a wet stripe up his neck, sinking to your knees and praying he stays quiet.
you unbuckle his belt, staring up at his nervous face before taking him in your mouth. he instinctually tangles a hand in your hair and you let him; he pulls it harder as a couple moans escape from his throat when he's about to finish, rushing to put his palm against his mouth in embarrassment. you admire his flushed face and blissful yet guilty expression, but remember your mission, and slide his cock from your wet mouth, getting up from the floor.
"that's what you get for teasing me." a devious smile makes its way across your lips as you wipe his precum from your face; his furrowed brow and pathetic look reassured you that this was definitely worth it.
and yet you secretly hoped he would punish you for it.
which is why when he threw a big get-together at his place, you were nothing short of anxious and scattered. before you knew it your mind was racing, fantasizing of all the things sap would do to you, and with a ton of people over, no less.
the night passed in an agonizing blur until everyone was pretty drunk, the lights dim and rap playing through a speaker.
the group sitting on the couch in the living room, you make your way to the kitchen to refill your cup. leaning your elbows on the counter, your eyes trail over the array of alcohol, trying to decide just how drunk you wanted to be tonight.
you hadn't noticed sapnap enter until he cleared his throat.
"interesting outfit choice, y/n," he sucks his teeth. you chose a short, form-fitting silk dress for the occasion; of course he commented on it, that was your intent after all.
"do you like it?" you feign innocence, making your way over to him and placing your hands flat against his chest.
he looks down at you with a fire growing in his gaze, finally meeting your eyes. he nods his head towards the stairs, a demand rather than a question.
you giddily follow him to his room, watching him lock the door.
"the first place we ever fooled around, huh?" your smirk is short lasting as you notice the stern look on sapnap's face.
"sit down."
you obey without a second thought as he walks over to you, grabbing your jaw in his large hand.
"open."
you listen still, and your growing arousal only worsens when he cruelly spits in your open mouth, telling you to swallow.
you submit in silence as he pulls you up for a heated wet kiss before pushing you back on the bed and flipping you over. you feel him lift up the end of your dress and exhale a short laugh at your thin, lace lingerie.
"god, you're such a slut, y/n," he smacks your exposed ass, causing you to let out a whimper muffled by the bed sheets.
he leans down by your ear and confirms your consent before roughly pulling your panties down to your knees and starting to fuck you from behind.
your attempts to quiet your moans are useless.
the sound and smell of sex fill his darkened room; the feeling of him roughly thrusting in and out of you is more pleasurable than you can bear. you know it's good but you're just so sensitive you can't help but squirm under his touch.
a large hand tangles in your hair and pulls it back, lifting your head from the sheets.
with a strangled moan, you say, "oh my god, harder, daddy, please."
you had never called anyone this before, but it just felt so fitting. it certainly fueled his ego enough to let out a moan and grip your hair even tighter.
his hands roam your body, smacking your ass harder this time, leaving a red mark, and moving to your throat, harshly pulling you up so your back is flush against him.
"who's making you feel this good?" he mutters in your ear through gritted teeth.
"f-fuck! you are, you are, daddy, no one but you."
"that's what i thought. don't forget who's in charge here, huh?"
he pants and lets out a throaty moan as he finishes inside of you, you following a moment later.
you can't conceal your pleasured mewls as he pulls your panties back up and kisses you slowly, not nearly as mean as before.
you relish in the come down as you and sapnap rejoin the group downstairs, trying to be discreet.
alex, with a face red from alcohol, upon the sight of the pair of you in the doorway, lets out a laugh.
"next time you fuck, wait until we're gone, alright?"
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longboard dancing.
request: if you’re doing requests for sk8 the infinity, can you please do the boys of your choice reacting to s/o longboard dancing? thanks 😘
# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; comedy; mostly fluff; sfw
includes: gender neutral reader ft. miya chinen, reki kyan, langa hasegawa, kaoru sakurayashiki & kojirou nanjou {sk8}
author’s note: aaaa, thank you so much! my first sk8 request :((( i love it.
— MIYA
↘ At the beginning, he looks at you blankly when he sees what you are doing. I think he would call your behavior ‘childish’ or ‘so stupid’ BUT!
↘ I am 100% sure that after you smiled charmingly at him and winked in his direction, he would think about your sweet longboard dancing for the rest of the day and a half of the night. On the one hand, he still found it strange and embarrassing, but on the other hand... he wanted to be able to do the same, he wanted to join you, he wanted to know all the things you like and enjoy.
↘ He bit his lower lip with his teeth more than once, sighing through his conflicting thoughts.
↘ That’s why when you met at the skate park the next day and you greeted him with a short kiss on the cheek, the dark-haired boy, the first thing he did after you moved away from his face, was grabbing you by the end of your blouse. After a short second loud, even tired sigh left his thin mouth.
↘ You immediately asked if he was okay, and teen only glanced at you uncertainly, quickly looking around you; surprisingly, there weren’t many people in the skate park – in fact, apart from two of you, there was only another couple who were currently sitting on the hard ground and talking about the school and about what they should eat for lunch.
↘ “... What you did yesterday... T-Teach me.” He coughed, looking sideways at the tall trees one more time, and you instantly felt the warmth rising on your own, small heart.
↘ “Awh, of course!”
↘ For your happy and very precious smile, it was definitely worth spending the next few hours dancing and making short videos (which you then sent to all your close friends... making Miya want to hide his head in the sand!).
— REKI
↘ Someone said ‘longboard dancing’? He’s totally in it!
↘ Once you saw Reki dancing out of boredom (it was probably his warm-up as well, but you weren’t sure...) and found it very interesting. That’s why you’ve been diligently practiced balance on your skateboard for the last few long days, and when you finally got it under control, you immediately rushed to your beloved boyfriend, who was indescribably happy to see you and gave you some lovely pecks on every part of your pretty face.
↘ And as soon as you asked him to see what you learned, then played one of your favorite fast songs on your smartphone and showed him your perfectly matched moves, he was more than glad and infatuated; he probably felt like on the day of his confession to you. After a few longer seconds, however, he turned off the music, and then kissed you one more time in the middle of the mouth, handing back the phone and quickly running to his house, or more specifically to the bedroom.
↘ The only thing you could hear was, ‘Baby, baby! Please, wait for me, we have to do this together and send it to Langa!’, so you laughed joyfully, nodding your head.
↘ Then, obviously, Reki came back to you, so you two could record some cute videos that you posted not only on your Instagram or TikTok accounts, but which you primarily sent to your blue-haired best friend who, on the other side of the phone, laughed lightly, asking if can he also join to both of you.
— LANGA
↘ I definitely imagine this situation like: you and Reki are childhood best friends. That’s why you two have very, very similar personality and you think the same way about the skateboard and the whole idea of skateboarding, about creating boards and also about racing.
↘ So Langa saw this dance, when the three of you were spending free time near your own home. He found it weird but extremely funny and definitely cute, especially when you laughed so sweetly with your bestie, saying, that you were definitely better at it than the red head.
↘ Langa watched your conversation (or rather the argument) for the next few minutes, until he felt you suddenly cuddle up to his warm chest, asking who was better – you or Reki.
↘ He looked at you for a brief moment, then shrugged his shoulders with a pure smile, saying that he should see you both dance again to give you an honest opinion.
↘ Neither you nor your best male friend even thought that Lang would ask you for more random songs, which made you ‘fight’ until late evening hours. Langa definitely had a great time – even better than the two of you!
↘ At the end of the day, when you lay down on the hard concrete, pressing your pinkish cheek against his thigh, you pulled your boyfriend by his snow-white shirt, asking who finally won.
↘ He, with a goofy twinkle in his eye, replied that ‘It was a draw for him, but you were definitely more precious than Reki, so you won the competition for his heart’. And although you were dead due to exercise, you pointed your index finger at the amber-eyed, laughing happily and repeating the word ‘I won!’ over, over and over again.
— KAORU
↘ Kaoru is a serious and reasonable guy (we all know about it, right?), that’s why such ‘things’ were not on his agenda; he had never heard, and much less seen, longboard dancing. You, on the other hand, weren’t the same as he was. Of course, you could be calm and thorough when the situation called for it, but you had your own moments where you just wanted to have some innocent fun and go crazy.
↘ Therefore, while browsing the main YouTube page you came across a compilation in which unknown to you people were dancing on their boards.
↘ You found it amusing; it was a novelty for you that you wanted to test. So when the pink-haired young man was practicing calligraphy, you took Carla quietly and said ‘Hello’ to her. Although the skateboard was a robot she responded very kindly to your words and even asked how you feel and if you need help checking the weather. You said honestly that you wanted to do one thing and Carla naturally agreed to it by blocking the wheels so you don’t fall on the carpet.
↘ After selecting the song and standing in front of the huge mirror, you could test your dancing skills. It turned out you weren’t that bad at all! It was pretty fun, and Carla, with her built-in tiny computer, helped you choose music without having to walk off her.
↘ Obviously, your loud behavior and cheerful songs made Kaoru leave his huge studio and then go to the source of the noise you were causing. He was worried at first, but then, seeing your actions and how Carla fulfilled your polite requests, he smirked to himself. After a while, however, he coughed lightly under his breath, returning his serious expression to his handsome face.
↘ You quickly turned towards him, then blushed sweetly, apologizing for taking his skateboard without asking first. But to your own surprise, your loved one shook his head quickly, then turned, back to his room again.
↘ “Plug and charge Carla later.” He said lowly, bringing back a loving, extremely sincere smile on his lips.
— KOJIROU
↘ That day you met with your female friend who was very into TikTok. As she knew that your greatest passion is skateboarding, she showed you one of the trends that caught her attention recently. Longboard dancing seemed to be an interesting form of activity, so you watched some of the most popular posts, and then you decided to try your hand at this ‘entertainment’.
↘ The whole learning process and the final dance was recorded by the fair-haired girl on her own phone, and you obviously didn’t notice it, too busy by dancing and having fun, as well as commenting on the whole situation and laughing out loud.
↘ All recorded videos were sent several minutes later to Kojirou, who was bored at work because there were very few customers in the restaurant that noon. However, seeing a notification on the messenger from your best friend, he immediately opened the app and watched the received files.
↘ A stupid smile appeared on his face as he surveyed your legs, ass and cheering face. After the last video, he sighed loudly, while looking at the yellow-white clock that took its place on one of the bar walls.
↘ He has three hours left until the end of his shift, but he has already decided to write a short text message to you in which he praised your all moves and confessed that he missed you so badly and would like to spend some time with you. He also added that he would love to see it all with his own eyes, and as soon as you read each word, you blushed all over your face and at the ends of your ears, sending a few stickers that matched to your embarrassment.
↘ The green-haired definitely recalled this situation for the next long weeks...
↘ Without irony, you wanted to bite him.
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"I love you most."| t.h.
pairing: actor!tom x reader
warnings: floof attack.
synopsis: tom gives you the best wedding you could've gotten. he's in love with you madly, that's what he says.
a/n: guess who wants this? i do. i absolutely adore a loving husband no matter what, and i adore heartfelt gifts even more! i hope you all like this fic, this one's really close to me! tpwk everyone!
listen to clinton kane's i guess i'm in love
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“So do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Tom as your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asks you while you and Tom look at him with impatience in your eyes.
“I do.” You say, making everyone cheer and making Tom smile.
“And do you Tom Ho-” “I do!” He shouts before the priest could even complete his sentence, making everyone at the altar erupt into laughs.
“Let him finish bubba” You laugh along, signalling the priest to go on when Tom mutters a small ‘sorry’ to him.
“Do you, Tom Holland, take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?” He asks again, while Tom looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
“I do.” And everyone cheers once again, and you gently squeeze his hand.
“So I shall now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest says lastly before getting off the stage and as if on queue, Tom sweeps you under his arms and holds your waist before pressing his lips to yours. The moment was wholeheartedly content, his and your parents, both with tears in their eyes, even Paddy and Harry shed a few, because the moment was so pure to just not cry at. Tom kisses you as if he was the luckiest man on Earth, like he had achieved something which he thought he could never. He pulls back to look at you beaming with the biggest smile he’s seen on you in years, and smiles to himself once again.
This was the best day of both of your lives till now, and there was no doubt about it.
After 4 years of being together, Tom finally proposed to you, and then forgot where he kept the ring, but you couldn’t care less because the man you were in love with was now, going to be a forever favourite in your lives. And today, he was now your husband from your fiance, and you couldn’t be anymore happier.
You both settle down after roaming from one place to another greeting every guest that had attended your wedding, finally for a drink and some food. Harrison sits right behind you, completing the duties of best man with all his will, and you smile at him. The twins and Paddy come in a bit later, but your eyes are looking for someone else. Where’s Tom? Your question was answered when you hear the clinking of a glass, just to find your handsome husband there.
“May I have your attention please?” He looks directly at you and you blow him a kiss, him pretending to catch it making everyone laugh. Actors.
“Thank you all for attending and being a part of our very wonderful day, I swear you guys are our favourite people” He says while chuckling.
“Today is the day I married my wonderful and stunning lover, Y/N and in recognition of that, I decided to give you the best gift of this evening.” He says, making you wonder what he got for you.
“I remember when Y/N once told me that she always loves heartfelt and handmade gifts filled with love more than people buying her the gift of her choice. She likes the element of surprise, as she likes to say. So Y/N my darling, I thought you might notice and scold me for it but you didn’t, not even once in this 4 year old relationship, and trust me this is going to shock you. I’ve managed to record every important and goofy moment of our lives, from falling on a staircase to the time I proposed to you, I have it all. I’ve compiled them into one sweet video for you, while your favourite singer of them all, Mr. Clinton Kane sings a song for us! Please give him a huge round of applause!” You jerk your head to the place where Clinton enters from, and he waves at you making you wave instinctively as well.
You look back again towards Tom, who was smiling sweetly at your little fangirl moment and continues.
“I’d also like to thank Harrison and Harry for helping me edit this video, because I’m literally so dumb without anyone of these four with me.”
“Can you put the lights out and start the video please?” He asks one of the workers there at the venue, and jogs up to sit down beside you, giving you a small peck while you take a hold of his hand.
And on queue, the lights are dimmed and the video starts to play. You can hear the faint strumming of the guitar that Clinton is currently playing, but you aren’t able to identify the song just yet. You look ahead towards the screen, and your eyes light up when you see Tom dressed up in his wedding tuxedo, you finally realising that this bit was filmed just a few hours ago.
“Hello my lovely wife! Well, I’m filming this part before the ceremony starts but I think I’m pretty certain on showing you this video after we’re married. This was...boring. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the video my love, and don’t hit me when we get home! I love you so so so much, enjoy!” He says before shutting off his camera, while everyone laughs at his goofiness and you glare at him playfully. The video rolls again and you look forward, but suddenly realise the song. It’s ‘I Guess I’m In Love’, you say to yourself. Tom had proposed to you after a few days when the song came out, and somehow on the night of him proposing, this song was played. You labelled it ‘our song’ and he happily obliged.
“Haz hold the camera correctly for god's sake...” You hear your husband’s voice and move your head towards the screen, smiling brightly.
“Oh I’m obsessed. With the way your head is laying on my chest.” Clinton starts, immediately soothed by the presence of your lover and the melody in your ears.
“I am holding the camera nicely mate bugger off! Nikki taught me well!” Harrison says in the background making everyone giggle.
“She’s coming shut up”
“What’s this Tom?” You ask him, as he looks at you like a kid in love.
“Y/N”
“Tom” You say in the same manner, feeling anxious by the second.
“So we’ve been dating for 4 years and trust me those have been the most beautiful four years of my life. I know this is so out of the blue, but Y/N Y/L/N, will you do the favour of marrying the person who loves you immensely? A.k.a. Tom?" He says and you laugh. You hold on for a few seconds, looking in his eyes which were filled with desperation.
"Yes" You say and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. He can't stop beaming and searches for the ring in his pocket, only to find out that he didn't have it.
"Oh I'm a mess. When I overthink the little things in my head."
"I have the ring I promise." He says, moving frantically.
"Tom-"
"I swear I kept the ring in my pocket-"
"Tom-"
"How can I be this stupid you probably don't want to marry me anymore-"
"TOM!" He jerks his head towards you as you shout his name.
"It's okay. I just want you right now." You say and he immediately hugs you, the tightest of them all.
The clip ends and you knew the tears were coming very soon, Tom senses the action and rubs your knuckles., giving you a hearty smile.
The second clip rolls in soon, your eyes brightening almost instantly.
"You seem to always help me catch my breath. But then I lose it again, when I look at you, that's the end."
"Why the hell are we on the top of the Eiffel Tower? And why do you want your phone to crash?" You ask him, while he struggles to make a video with his phone while the winds roar at the top of the monument.
"Because I want to remember this moment!" He shouts, making you smile even more.
"My goof"
"Your goof"
"You're lucky I love you"
"I wouldn't have it any other way darling" He says and gives you a quick peck on the lips, this moment too pure to realise.
"Why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes? And butterflies can't stop me falling for you."
"Now we may invite, a very handsome young lad, who happens to be Spiderman, Mr. Tom Holland!" Harry shouts in the video, while you all pretended to have a grand gala when you couldn't attend Tom's premiere.
He walks in wearing a black tuxedo, his shirt buttons open from the top, looking dashing.
"Thank you for inviting Harold, but please, call the star of today's night." Tom says, making everyone groan about how in love he was with you.
"Patience Thomas. Now may I present, the queen of today's night, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" Everyone applauds as you walk down the stairs as you hear your name. You reach the door wearing a red and black dress, the clothing complementing your body more than ever. Everyone seems to keep clapping but your attention is towards that one dummy, who's standing like he's seen a ghost.
"..Oh wow." He's speechless, and everyone knows it. You blush at your boyfriend's gesture and nudge him in the shoulder, as a signal to stop staring.
"I hope you all understand that I scored a jackpot, thank you" He sees and everybody laughs.
You laugh along with the other guests, remembering the faint memory from over two years back. This was one of the most fun nights you've had with Tom. While you laugh at the clip, all Tom can do is stare at you in awe. How did he get so lucky, he thinks. He watches how your face glows when you see someone happy on the screen. He truly was blessed.
"And darling this is more than anything I've felt before. You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find. Someone who was worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak. But I know now I've found the one I love."
"Please don't go" You sniffle on Tom's shoulder, asking him to stay one last time before his flight leaves for Atlanta.
"If it was in my hands darling I'd never leave your side." He says, trying to hold back tears.
"It's okay, I understand." You say, pulling back and clearing your throat.
"Awh Y/N please don't cry." Tom tries to persuade his emotions by telling you to stop, but a tear falls down his cheeks in an instant.
"I'm sorry." You say, chuckling lightly, making Tom chuckle too.
"I'll be back before you know it."
"I know you will be"
"Please board the flight for Atlanta which leaves at 1330 hours" The flight attendant announces, and you know it's time to let him go.
"Come back home to me soon okay?" You say, wiping your tears.
"As soon as possible"
"I love you" He says.
"I love you more."
"I love you most." You can't argue with that now.
"Bye bubba" You say, giving him one last kiss, a very long one indeed, that left you both searching for oxygen.
"Bye darling" And he leaves to board his flight. You look in the same direction until he disappears and you turn around.
"Harrison, are you crying?"
"No-" He sniffles and you laugh.
You knew you were going to cry as soon as you saw the location. This was one of the hardest moments of your life, letting your lover go away from you for so long, and you weren't ready for that. You wiped your tears while Tom rubbed your hand with one of his, the other cleaning his tear stained face. You look back to see Harrison crying once again, and you laugh a bit at him before giving him your hand for comfort. He really was the best man. You blow a kiss to your family and Tom's, who were currently high on emotions. Even the brothers had tears in their eyes. You really did get the best family.
"And I love the way. You can never find the right things to say. And you can't sit still an hour in the day. I'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough."
The rest of the video were some clips of you and Tom being goofy and so in love, which were a delight to watch. The song played in the background, adding its own special touch, which was necessary to bind this moment together. All these moments which Tom managed to shoot secretly were a lifelong reminder of how much your person loved you. He loved you.
And that is all you need.
The video gets over and Tom looks at you with puppy eyes.
"So, how was it?"
"You're the reason my makeup is ruined and I have mascara stains" You say, laughing while crying.
"That good, huh?"
"That good." You say and he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead.
"I love you bubba"
"I love you more" He says, kissing your cheek.
"I love you most."
He couldn't argue with that.
"But I know now I've found the one I love."
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tagging some friends who'd like to read!
@evanssimpybaby @hollandsmushroom @tomsoxytocin @scarletspideyy @leafy-holland @t-lostinworlds
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Love spell
MINORS DNI (I know I can not stop you but if I find out, you will be blocked.) This is my first time writing a fan fiction on Tumblr, let's see how this goes !
Warnings: Degrading, face fucking, explicit description, oral male receiving, sexual acts using toys. (Let me know if I missed any)
As a young girl, you believed in finding your prince charming, he'd swoop in on his mighty steed and steal your heart. You'd be enamored by his wits and courage, and he your beauty and intelligence. "The one".
At the age of 17, a high school student obsessed with the idea of traditional love. You found him. Your one and only, but he was far from prince charming, he didn't ride a mighty steed nor own a castle, but he was yours and you love him. Your highschool sweetheart, you both have cried together, laughed together, experienced many emotions together. You, in many ways, were each other's firsts.
First break down, first date, first hand holding, first kiss, first lover, and after a year of dating, you were each others' first time.
You could still remember the night, you have both been planning this for months. On your one year anniversary, you would get a room for the night at a local love hotel, there would be soft music playing, dimmed lights, candles burning, and that's where and how he take your virginity and you his. Perfect.
It didn't go that way to say the least, being very inexperienced. The first time he tried to penetrate you, you pushed him off and hide under the blanket saying, "that's not going to fit", during foreplay you accidentally hit his head with your own, not to mention almost setting the room on fire with the lit candles. But after many laughs and giggles, you successfully lost your virginity to him and you couldn't be happier.
It was far from movie perfect but for both you and him it was everything and more.
Present day you are almost two years into your relationship and you both couldn't be happier. Draken treated you with the utmost respect and care, he always takes care of you, there's barely any arguments between the two of you. Everything is perfect. Kind of.
That's how you found yourself in the streets of Shibuya's red light district, near the brothel where your lover grew up in, so you think. You looked down at your phone.
"Shit!" You hit the side of your phone as it read "connection lost, rerouting", this had been the third time it has done this, you zoned out while trying to fix your phone so you can actually make it to your destination before it gets too late. You didn't hear the woman calling your name.
"Y/N!" You felt a hand gripping your shoulder, spinning you around to face them.
"Oh! Akai!" You exclaimed happily as you locked eyes with the person in front of you, a younger woman in a red silk dress, short blonde hair with long lashes.
"What are you doing out here? It's late. Shouldn't you be home by now?" She asked in a concerned tone looking you up and down. You wore an all black hoodie with baby yellow accents, along with black joggers.
"Oh, well, I'm was looking for you." You said bashfully with a slight giggle in your tone.
"Oh?" Akai questioned.
"Well, not you specifically but the hotel! You see, I got lost trying to find it and my stupid phone keeps rerouting me!" You complained, while pushing your phone in her face to show her your problem. She simply laughs, she locks arms with yours.
"Dont worry, big sister Akai will take you there, then you can explain why you're looking for us in the first place." Akai said with a wink.
A few minutes passed and you've arrived at the brothel, she brought you a drink and sat you down in her room with a couple of other girls, you all on the floor together, after short introductions and small talk Akai 'cut to the chase' as she likes to say. Chugging her bottle of beer, she looked at you with her slightly flushed face, along with the rest of the girls there.
"Spill the beans, whats going on? Trouble in paradise?" Akai smirked crawling her way towards you. You lifted your knees to your chest wondering if you should even be here, was this a stupid idea? You must've sat with your thoughts for a while, Akai looked at you with a bit of sadness in her eyes.
You could feel your face heating up with embarrassment, your heart was beating out of your chest. You figured this would be the best place to go to learn how to do it but what if they would make fun of you? What if they tell Draken? You really didn't think this through as well as you should have.
"Hey, whatever is going on.. You can tell us, we see you like our little sister ya' know?" She says with a smile, wrapping her arm around your shoulder to comfort you. Shes always been like this, ever since she walked in on you and Draken kissing, she's been the biggest help and supporter of your relationship. You couldn't ask for a better friend.
With a deep breath you decide tell them your issues, you were here anyways.
"Okay, so, I want to learn how to give oral." You said looking down at the ground fiddling your fingers, quite embarrassed about what you just said.
"Draken has, well, done it to me a couple of times and I wanted to return the favor. The thing is, everytime I try he rejects me. Telling me, 'i don't have to do things like that'. He's so considerate sometimes it pisses me off." You ranges to the girls as they listened with opening ears.
"I mean, what type of guy rejects a blow job? It's not like he has erectile dysfunction or his dick is small. I just don't get it." You were practically fuming at the memory of him pushing him off of you as you tried to suck him off.
"Maybe he's just shy?" One of the girl's offered her opinion.
"Oh no, this man is not shy! At all" You explained remembering some of the down right filthiest things he's muttered in your ears during your time together. "He's anything but that."
"Maybe he's scared you'll bite it." Akai said causing herself and others to snicker at her comment. You could only sigh.
"Would I be that bad my first time?" You muttered to yourself.
"Everybody is, it's a practice thing." Akai explained, she got up to grab herself another bottle of beer. "What you need, is practice." She smirked handing you the bottle.
"Yeah, but how? He won't let me." You said tilting your head at her statement, taking the bottle out her hand.
"Alright girlies, get out." Akai said while looking at the other women in the room with the two of you.
"Ehhh? Whyy? We wanna help too!" One of the girl exclaimed, getting multiple replies of other girls who agree.
"We don't wanna make Y/n feel any more embarrassed than she already does." Also sighed at the childish responses of her coworkers.
You were hiding your face in your phone at this point, it was honestly one of your worst ideas, but if it helped you with Draken it was worth it.
Small "awh man", "I wanted to hear more", and other complaints came out their mouths as they left the room one by one. You waves goodbye to the girls muttering a small thank you to them for listening.
"Alright!" Akai exclaimed while squatting down to reach under her bed, pulling out a box full of,
"Toys! The best practice you can get in such a small amount of time." She smirked pushing the box towards you. You could feel the blood rush to your face as you stared at the box filled with sex toys, you're far from innocent but there's still things you've never used or seen before, toys being one of them. Akai dug in the box full of excitement.
"I'll be your first!" She smirked, she pulled out multiple many toys just throwing them out the box without a care as to where they'll land. Finally, she pulled out an unopened box, "private fun" read the lable, it was all black with dark purple letters on it, it was a sleek box, very fancy to say the least.
"I haven't used this one yet, considering I never feel the need to. This'll be my first gift to you." She said tossing the box to you while looking for something else in her closet.
"Just what exactly is this?" You asked picking up the box to further examine it.
"A dildo! Duh." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world,
"Oh! And this!" She threw a small bottle towards you, "Love spell" a small pink bottle that could be mistaken for a 5-hour energy drink.
"Draken won't be back home for a while, which means, we have around" She looked at the clock hanging on her wall, "an hour and thirty minutes. Which is just enough time!"
"Wait wait wait!" You looked at her with complete confusion, "I have no idea what's going on! Why do I need all of this?" You looked at your hand and the items that are now in your possession, "Love spell", a dildo, and beer.
"Welllllll," Akai said drawing out the word, "You need practice, not like you can fuck a rando before Draken gets back, you also need liquid courage and a secret weapon!" She explained. "Now we don't have much time, chug both the beer and our secret weapon." She winked at you.
You're really starting to reject your decision, but there's no backing out now. You opened the bottle of whatever was in the pink container and chugged it down, quickly opening the beer to help with the bitter taste of the first liquid. It could show on your face the level of disgust you had for drinking this, you could never understand how Draken drank beer all the time, and whatever the hell this 'love spell' is taste disgusting. It was bitter and tangy, it even overpowered the beer.
Akai worked on opening the package to the dildo, while you were dealing with the taste of the liquids you just drank. She looked at you with menacing eyes and a devious smile that sent shivers down your spine.
She stood up and squatted in front of you holding that item in her hand as if it was nothing. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, it was big, yet flimsy. It was a pretty light blue color for such a naughty item.
"Take it." She handed you the dildo, "grip it with both hands." And so you did it. Following her every command.
"N-Now what?" You questioned feeling slight tipsy from the bottle of beer you just chugged, your face flushed from either holding a dildo or the beer, you couldn't tell, but it made this whole situation a lot worse for your lower region.
"Open." Akai tapped the bottom of your chin telling you to open your mouth, and so you did with the most innocent look in your eyes.
"Slowly bring it to your mouth, you want to tease him, lick the tip." You stuck your tongue out making small swirls onto the tip of the fake cock, "Alright, now slowly take it in, don't force anything." You opened your mouth wider to take in the inches of the cock, bringing it to the back of your throat causing you to choke and gag as it hit it. You quickly pulled the fake dick out and began to cough.
"I told you slowly. Let's try again." She squished your face with a hand pulling it up, the other held onto the dildo. "Open." She said again and you did. She guided the dildo into your mouth, slowly moving it in and out, barley reaching the back of your throat. "Breathe through your nose, don't panic." She said as she began to pick up the pace. Rapidly moving the dildo in and out. "Use your tongue at the bottom of it, stick it out." She commanded. Spit began to drip from the side of your mouth onto the floor, you felt as if you were losing yourself. Tears welled in your eyes as you swallowed down the dildo. It wasnt even real, it wasn't even Draken's but for some reason it made your head pound and your pussy twitch with excitement. If this feels as good as it does, you couldn't help but wonder how Draken's would feel, how it would feel against the back of your throat.
Akai picked up on the pace making the dildo hit the back of your throat causing you to convulse onto the dildo, you close an eye and winces as it attacked your throat.
"Try it yourself." She said letting go, letting you have full control. You started slow, pushing the dildo in and out your mouth as she did, trying to follow her lead. You tried to take more of it, you shoved the dildo deep into your throat, forcing all the inches into your mouth, you could feel it bulge through your throat as held it in place forcing you to choke on it. You felt your warm tears drip down your face, you weren't letting up. You wanted to feel it down your throat, the warm, the tightness, you wanted to feel Draken. You finally pulled it out, watching as the inches slipped out of your mouth.
"Guess what bottle really did wonders!" Akai giggled. "Deepthroating huh? You're basically a pro." You looked at her with a stained face, drool down the side of your mouth, and glassy eyes. You finally felt the embarrassment hit you, you covered your face dropping the dildo onto the ground making incoherent noises.
"I think you're ready." She smirked patting your head watching you in distress.
"I am?" You questioned, it was that easy?
"Yep! Actually, take this." She tossed you one last thing before telling you to go wait in his room. As you walked to his room you felt your head ring, the only thing you could hear was the needy throbbing of your inner walls. You couldn't wait for Draken to get back, just what did Akai give you? You had no time to be embarrassed about what you just did in the other room, you just wanted him. All of him.
You found yourself in his barley lit room, sitting on his bed. It was him, his scent, you could feel him around you even if he wasn't physically present. Your inner walls clenched at the thought of your boyfriend. You changed out of your clothes and into what Akai gave you, it was a sleek princess pink teddy with a deep V neck to perfectly show off your breasts. There were straps in the back that cupped your ass making it look juicier than before. There was a deep slit in the middle of the dress, a small move and not only would your stomach be revealed but your pussy would be as well. You made your way over to his bed to wait, you sat down and got engulfed in his smell. It was painful to just wait, the way your panties got wetter by the second, you decided to lay down but it only got worse. Minutes passed by but it felt like hours, you wanted to call him and tell him to hurry but you already showed up unannounced. You didn't want to pester him anymore, so you waited. You don't know when but you found your walls squeezing your fingers tightly as you moved them in and out. Moans and a wet sound filled the room as you toyed with yourself. Your face was in his pillow breathing him in as your other hand was toying with your breasts, pinching, squeezing, and pulling your nipples. It felt good but not good enough, it couldn't bring you to that high that Draken could. You found yourself calling him out, chanting his him like a mantra underneath your moans. You didn't even notice when he came in the room.
"Y/N?" Draken called out as he closed the door. The look on his face was priceless, his gaping mouth and widened eyes as he looked at the sight of you being so desperate for him calling out his name with fingers inside your cunt.
"D-Draken, m'sorry, couldnt wait. Need you." You whined. Pushing your fingers deeper making your back arch. At this point, he was stunned. The shy girl who never seeked anything sexual, the same girl who blushes when they held hands even after being together all the time. That girl was fingering herself on his bed begging for his cock. It was an instant turn on.
"S'all your fault!" You cried out with tears in your eyes, you got up and looked him in the eyes. "All cause you won't let me touch you..." You pouted.
"Ha? What are you talking about?" Draken questioned you. You weren't paying attention to him, you crawled from the bed stepping on the cold floor with your bare feet. You got on your hands and knees in front of Draken, looking at him with the utmost admiration, but behind those eyes was a look of neediness.
"W-What are you doing?" He watched as you played with his belt buckle, you locked eyes with him once more,
"Can't I?" You asked, kissing the bulge through his pants, "Want you, wanna feel you in my throat." You pulled his pants down revealing his boxers, you rubbed your hand feeling the hardness through the fabric, placing small kisses on it while you you waited for a go, a sign, anything.
"Shit Y/n, who knew you could be so slutty hm?" Draken smirked, "Go ahead." You beamed a smile at him as you pulled his boxers down revealing his harden cock. This is the first time you've seen it up close, it's pretty. It almost looks angry with how flushed it is on the top.
You began to kiss his freed cock, starting from the shaft up, remembering what Akai taught you. Tease him. Littering his cock with kisses, you reached the tip, you began to leave small kitten licks, swirling your tongue on around the tip, prodding the tip of your tongue into the small hole on his cock.
"Shit," Draken muttered under his breath, his voice sounds as if it's gotten deeper. You look up at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes completely focused on you. "Stop with the teasing." He demanded.
"Don't wanna." You continued to look at him, staring into his gorgeous orbs, "s'punishment for not letting me do this early" You smirked against his dick, bringing one of your hands up to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft. You watched as his breath started to break, his tough exterior was crumbling and it was all because of you, but it wasn't enough, you want to keep going. You have a show to put on.
You open your mouth sucking on just the tip of his cock, bobbing your head slowly with swirling his tip in your mouth.
"Y/N, fuck." He places his hand behind your head as his breath began to get more rapid and broken apart. "Come on, take some more." He was practically begging at this point. So slowly but surely, you widened your mouth, stuck your tongue out, and pushed your head further down to his cock. As much as you could take, the remainder you began to jerk with your hand. Bobbing your head on the inches you could take up and down with jerking him off. Listening to his soft grunts and groans. He was big, you knew this but it's different with it's in your throat, you can see it, your mouth felt full and you didn't even completely take it in. You kept going on this pace, proud of yourself for breaking Draken's tough exterior.
"Going to damn slow." He gripped the back of your head forcing his cock down your throat, you gag at this sudden action. He uses your mouth like a rag doll, forcing his cock in and out your mouth and a hellish pace without stopping, bobbing your head up and down. It hurts, taking all of him.
"Wanna be a dirty slut, gonna treat you like one." He said while gripping your hair harder as he pulled you off his cock, "spit on it." He said, and you did, you spat on the shaft of his cock and opened your mouth again for him to assault your throat.
"So eager to take this dick hm? Couldn't even wait for me to get home, had to play with yourself while I was gone? Who knew my pretty girl was such a dirty slut." He chuckled, under his breath as he continues to use you however he pleased. You placed your hands on either side of his thigh to try and control the pace but it was futile, he was much stronger than you, all you could do was hold yourself up and try not to vomit. Drool dripped down the side of your mouth as he thrusted his cock down your throat.
"Taking all this dick, good girl." He praised you as he held your head against his pelvis forcing his dick down your throat, he looked smug as he saw the outline of his cock through the flesh of your throat, you slapped his thigh to try and get him to let go of you, needing air. The feeling of you shaking on his cock trying to push away to get air was a sight to behold for him, he wanted to bury his cock in your throat forever, never taking it out. He watched as tears dripped down your face, your hair was mess, face stained with tears, drool dripping out the corners of your mouth. You gagging on his cock, digging your nails into his thigh.
Draken finally let go, you gasps for air you so desperately needed.
"Open up." He says pushing your head back, "Stick that slutty tongue of yours out. Gonna cum in your mouth."
You put your hands on your knees, sitting up higher to put the tip of his cock in your mouth as he jerked it. His eyes glared at you, you listened to his grunts like a melody. You never seen him like this, during sex he was very calm and collected, gentle. Never used harsh words, this was different though. For some reason, being used like his cocksleeve had you dripping.
"Gonna cum, Y/n, take it all, don't spill a single drop." His warm cum spurted onto your tongue, he wiped his tip clean on your tongue "that's it, good girl, now swallow it." You closed your mouth and with a single gulp you downed his cum without a second thought.
"Tastes weird..." Wiping the drool from your mouth with the back of your hand. Draken lifts you up by your arm and tosses you on the bed.
"Had to go and get me riled up..." He said while taking his shirt off, "gonna fill you up real nice." He pushed his lips against yours hungrily devouring your mouth, tasting a mixture of both liquor and his own cum, his mouth explored your own in a heated make out session, his hand traveled down past your panties and onto your bare cunt, a finger pushed pass your slit making it's way in. You moaned into the kiss, giving Draken more access to your mouth, swirling his tongue with your own.
You pulled away from the kiss to let out a soft moan as his finger toys with you, he puts another one in causing you to arch your back. His other hand rubs soft circles on your clit, he claims your mouth with another hungry kiss as if this will be the last time he felt your lips against his own.
"So needy, barely did anything to you." You moaned against his lips as he brought you to a high.
"D-Draken!" You moaned out.
"Fuck, trying to amputate my fingers? Loosen up. " He grumbles, his lips go down to your neck, sucking and biting against your fleshing leaving bruises everywhere his mouth touches. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in closer, as you begin to grind your hips against his fingers as they work their way in and out of you and the others against your clit.
"Gonna cum on my fingers?" He questions in your ear while biting your ear lobe.
"Gonna cum on em!" You reply, moving your hips faster, you begin to convulse as he brings you to your well deserved orgasm.
"You're gonna do that all on my cock." He muttered against your neck as he works his way down to your tits. He puts his fingers in your mouth muffling your moans as he begins to suck on your now perky nipples. He pushes his fingers in and out your mouth forcing you to taste your own juices, the same fingers that were just in you, that brought you to your orgasm.
After assaulting your mouth with his fingers he reaches over to the side his of bed to grab a condom.
"Put it on for me." Still high on your orgasm you slowly reach your hand up to take the condom out of his own, that's when he pushes your head own to his cock. He rips the packaging placing just the tip of his cock into the condom.
"Use that pretty mouth of yours." He smirks as he watches you take all of his dick into your mouth, pushing the condom down in the process. "Make sure to get it all the way on, wouldn't want any cum to spill out hm?" He says as he caresses your head.
"Such a good girl." He praises you as you bring your head up, "Gonna make you feel real good okay?" He kisses your forehead as he leans you down into the mattress. He slaps your pussy a couple of times with his cock, prodding the tip at the entrance, pushing his tip every so softly in and out, barley giving you anything to work with.
"Stop with the teasing Draken." You whined, locking your legs around his waist, trying to push his cock further into you. He clicks his tongue at your actions, pulling himself completely out before lifting one of your legs and putting it on his shoulder.
"I don't remember you being in control here." He guffed out. He rammed his cock into you without warning causing you to gasp, your eyes wide and mouth agape. "That's more like it." He smirks at your appearance.
He begins to thrust in and out of your tight pussy, watching you unravel on his cock. One hand holding your leg on his shoulder and the other turning your head to face him.
"This what you wanted right?" He honeyed out, this voice being quite sweet unlike his thrusts, the way his cock pulled out of you only to slam right back in. Sounds of skin against skin filled the room, along with your sweet mouths chanting his name like once before.
He pried your mouth open with his fingers bringing his face closer only to spit in your mouth, "Good little whore" he mutters against your ear. His thrusts never stopped, not once, he keeps going until he brings you to an orgasm.
He could feel your body going limp, but he wasn't done yet. He flipped lifted your body, he was now on his knees and you on his lap, your hands tangled in his hair while being wrapped around his neck, his mouth devouring your nipple, he slams his cock into you while being in this new position. His hands on either side of your waist slamming your body onto his own matching the rythm of his thrusts. He bites down on your nipple, you pull his hair as payback, you finally meet eyes. His hair all disheveled and out of his normal braid, his eyes slanted, full of hunger, he looked like a animal eyeing his prey, and you looked extremely delicious right now. He captures your lips in a heated kiss as his grip tightens on your waist, you grind against his cock as you moan into the kiss. You suck on his tongue and he does yours, you bite his lower lip slightly tugging on it.
"God Y/n, who knew you were so cock hungry. Wouldn't have been going so easy on you of I knew you could take it." He chuckles as he lays your body back down onto the mattress and begins pounding your body against his locking his lips with yours again.
"You're sucking me in like crazy." His voice is rough and out of breath. Your walls only tightening around him while hearing his voice, his hand goes back down to your clit rubbing it aggressively.
"Fuck, I'm close, fuck fuck fuck." He announces, muttering an array of curse words as he feels himself getting closer to his climax. "Cum with me, cum on my cock one last time." He picks up the pace with his thrust and the attack on your poor nub, you were nothing more than a moaning drooling mess at this point subject to Draken's aggressiveness, your body shakes and your back arches for the last time as you release your juices onto Draken's cock coming to your final high, he thrusts one last time before he releases in the condom.
He pulls out taking off the condom and throwing it in the nearby bin, he watches as you slowly drift to sleep but not before saying, "I love you."
"Mhm, I love you too, my little vixen." He kisses your forehead before he lays next to you and drifts to sleep.
Sorry if this wasn't the best, it was my first time writing for Draken. He's kind of a difficult character, I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!
#smut#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#draken#draken x reader#draken x y/n
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tiny avian benchtrio with one of the giant sbi of choice noms maybe with them playing a game and the giant can nom them if caught
Of course my dear anon!
Warnings: Soft vore, (mentions of being squeezed and child abandonment)
Words: 1.3K+
“ARE YOU DONE YET?”, Tommy yelled from the upwards of the tree, wondering when the two of his friends would catch up, he knew that Tubbo was the slowest of the three but that wasn’t a reason for Ranboo to wait for him too!
“We’re coming Tommy!”, Replied Ranboo, using his wings to attempt to give a current to Tubbo since he was just a hummingbird, compared to Tommy and Ranboo, who were sparrows. Tommy groaned in frustration at the speed of the two, he wanted to get going.
“Oh, be quiet, you ass!” Tubbo yelled as he flapped his wings faster, gaining speed and flying fast towards Tommy. Tommy couldn’t react as Tubbo pushed him off the branch sending him falling downwards.
He flew back up though after a moment of realisation and screaming. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR BITCH?!”, “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING AN ASS!”, “WELL I’M SORRY YOU’RE SLOW! I WANNA GO SEE THEM ALREADY!”.
They were on their way to what they called, “The Sleepy Bois house”, Also known as the Minecraft’s household. They had made friends with the family since they were young and well, kind of grew up with the family since they didn’t really have their own.
Tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo were really young, without parents. They were left to die, that was until rescue came from their father figure Phil, who raised them himself with his two sons. And well, they were still technically wild since they didn’t really live there, they lived outside.
Phil always welcomed them into the house, but they always refused, since well they preferred nature compared to a tight environment, that’s at least what Tommy said but the actual answer was that they didn’t want to intrude.
“You just wanna see Wilbur again!”, “I DO NOT!”. The two of them had always been close, the same goes with Ranboo and Techno as with Tubbo and Phil. The group got along really well. To a point where they trusted each other completely.
“Okay, you two! Let’s just move along!”, Ranboo interrupted not wanting the two to argue. The three of them then made their way to the house, landing by a window. Tommy then proceeded to bang the window aggressively.
To be persise, this was Wilbur’s window. With Music that could be heard from the other side. But it stopped abruptly when walking could be heard coming towards the window, it opened with Wilbur looking down at them with an annoyed expression. “What do you want?”.
“Hey Wilbur!”, Ranboo greeted since the other two did no such thing after a moment. Wilbur’s annoyance turned to a smirk as he stared at the three. “Come on then.”. He stepped aside for Tommy and Ranboo to fly in, offering his hand to Tubbo as well who happily hopped on.
They landed over to Wilbur’s desk, “So, what are you guys doing here today?”, “Visiting”, answered Tubbo. “Missed us?”, “No!” Tommy answered. Of course, he had his pride, but everyone could see right through it at this point. “Well, Phil and Techno are out right now so it’s only me. I had a feeling you guys would be visiting.”.
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The three sat around comfortably, Wilbur at his office chair strumming his guitar, Tommy sitting on his monitor happily listening, Tubbo messing around with his pc despite his small size and Ranboo just casually sitting at the end of the desk.
Moments like these were nice and peaceful, the group could just spend time together without the banter or anything chaotic happening, which is what usually was happening so it was nice to get a break now and then.
But moments like these don’t last for long…
…
Wilbur looked over to the three boys with a smirk, “You know what, I’m feeling a bit peckish”. The look on the three’s faces turned to one that screamed chaotic as if in telepathy, the three looked at each other and immediately flew away from Wilbur who made an attempt to catch them.
“Awh, not going to make this easy for me now, are we?”. The three of them then separated throughout the house. Making the game officially begin…
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Wilbur wandered into Techno’s bedroom, a place Ranboo always had a tendency to hide in. He would be hard to find but it would be well worth it. He looked through the countless jewellery and books, finding nothing.
He looked through the high shelves nothing. He scanned around again and then found something rather strange. In Techno’s cape, his pocket seemed rather full compared to how empty it usually was. A smirk came to his face as he made his way over.
“Oh, Ranboo~”, he sang as he came ever so closer, then as quick as he could. He grabbed Ranboo and brought him out quickly towards his face, gaining a scream from Ranboo. Wilbur quickly opened his mouth to try and eat Ranboo before he could squirm out of his hold.
“Wing! Wing!”. Wilbur then noticed his trapped in between his fingers and immediately let them go, surprisingly Ranboo didn’t take the opportunity to fly away. “You okay Boo? I didn’t hurt you, did I? “, “No! No! Just got my wing caught! That’s all!”.
“Okay, good”. Wilbur then gently placed Ranboo into his mouth, once he was sure Ranboo was safe he closed his mouth and tasted at the vanilla taste of Ranboo, deeming him ready he swallowed. Feeling the sparrow land into his stomach, nice and snug. Now it was time for another Gremlin.
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He searched under the couch cushions, under the actual sofa and under the coffee table but no sign of Tommy. He wasn’t even in the kitchen as he double-checked. “Found him yet?”, asked Ranboo. Wilbur looked down at his stomach and rubbed it softly, “Nothing yet, Gremlin child”.
“I!-“, it was cut off and from above. The ceiling fan, he looked up to see an embarrassed Tommy from above, “Well, it seems your pride exceeds you, Tommy. Come on now!”, Wilbur went to go grab Tommy. “Not Today! Bitch!”.
Tommy flapped his wings, ready to fly away from Wilbur but he was far too slow for the giant. He was caught, “Nice try, Toms but sadly, not Today”. He smirked, oh how the tables have now turned.
He opened his mouth wide, seeing the fear in Tommy’s eyes only fuelled him further to gobble him down, before Tommy was placed into Wilbur’s mouth though, he ruffled the boy’s hair. Making sure he was comforted.
Then Tommy soon followed Ranboo, his strawberry taste staying on Wilbur’s tongue. He smirked as he felt the two get comfortable in his stomach and gave it a rub. One left to go
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He easily found Tubbo hiding in the blankets of Phil’s bed, it was the usual place for Tubbo. He just decided to let Tubbo win this round since the other two would always tease him for always been the first one found of the three.
“Hello Tubster”, “Hey Wil! Am I going to be eaten now?”, Tubbo furrowed an eyebrow. “Do you want to be eaten?”. Tubbo hummed in thought for a moment, then nodded happily. Wilbur then offered his hand to Tubbo, who joyfully hopped on.
Wilbur then carefully cupped Tubbo into his mouth, the taste of cinnamon claiming his taste buds, he playfully poked his tongue at Tubbo who tackled back. After a while, he was swallowed as well, following Tommy and Ranboo.
He then felt them all snuggled in and feeling exhausted from playing the game, made his way to the living room for the night.
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“Wilbur! We’re home!”, they were met with no reply. Curious they made their way to the living room to find him, seeing him sleeping on the couch. A hand covering his stomach protectively. “It seems we’ve had some visitors…”, Phil whispered.
The two looked at each other and smiled, they carried Wilbur to bed and carried on with their day for a while, then made their way to their own beds.
#mcyt g/t#mcytg/t#dsmp g/t#giant!techno#giant!wilbur#giant!phil#tiny!tommy#tiny!tubbo#tiny!ranboo#tw vore#shushi's writings
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hii can i request something with tsukki and maybe ushijima where they have a really big soft spot for their s/o and they’re so sweet to her that she genuinely doesnt know how mean/intimidating they are to other people? but then they’re see how they are with others and then *schocked pikachu face*
shocked pikachu face indeed~, enjoy love!
Softie. (hc w/ Tsukishima and Ushijima)
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Tsukishima
- Blonde (sometimes) bitchy boy made it an odd point to kind of make excuses for why you couldn’t come visit the volleyball club after school
- Would give you a small, half-grin when you would visibly pout as you claim that it’s not fair- you wanted to see what your boyfriend invested so much time in- as he gives you forehead kisses to lighten your pout
- “You’re cuter when you’re not mad at me.” “I’m not mad!!!” “Sure.”
- Isn’t super big on PDA so it’s no surprise to anyone that a lot of people don’t know just how far this blonde broomstick would go for you
- Like literally when you’re in private he can’t keep his hands off you, whether it be playing with the ends of your hair as he listens to music or lifting your knuckles to his lips when he wants attention
- So imagine you’re surprise when you rush to the volleyball club after school with his favored pair of forgotten headphones in hand only to walk in on the worst kind of conversation
- “Awh~ Is the King getting fussy because he’s falling back to his old ways?”
- what the actual fuck who is this
- continues, still not seeing you as some of his teammates fall on your figure standing at the doorway behind him- Yamaguchi putting a finger to his lips to his best friend with widened eyes
- Like you’re so shocked you’ve never heard his voice dripping with so much intent to dig underneath someone’s skin
- “Did you not learn anything from being alone all the time?” “Tsukki-”
- “And you, Hinata- just because you can spike and have an ungodly amount of energy doesn’t mean-”
- glares at Suga as his senior physically turns him around so he’s facing your direction, eyes framed by spectacles widening a fraction as you recover from your shock as quickly as you can
- narrows his eyes as you smile a bit nervously at him before Tsukishima sighs as if he was facing a heavy inconvenience that tugged at your heart- and not in a good way
- “U-Um, I’ll just uh, leave these here.” “Y/N-”
- but you don’t stay to listen before you’re spinning on your heel to leave the gym, groaning when the blonde easily catches up to you in four strides as you still, his hand on your wrist
- “Y/N.” “I shouldn’t have come- I was just-”
- hugs you gently, pulling your waist back so your back is flushed against his front, making you bite your lip as Tsukishima’s lips fall next to your ear
- “Do you hate me now?”
- is shocked when you do a whole-ass 360 with a wtf are you talking about expression on your face
- “Listen Kei-” Oh shit you in trouble now, boy "The next thing you say something so dumb, I’ll harm you!”
- is smirking now as you stomp your feet, pouting up at him as you sigh, picking up his hand to drag your thumb across the ridges
- “I could never hate you- just...I wasn’t expecting to hear you talk like that with your boys. But it’s no biggie.” “Wait, really? And they’re not my boys-”
- “Yes, dummy. But remember, pull what you did back there with me and I will not hesitate to withold kisses for a month.”
- “What are you, the devil?” As he smirks, leaning down to place a not witheld kiss on your pout
Ushijima
- Don’t even get me started on how much this boy actively shows his love for you, albeit not as affectionate as some would think
- 100% the type of boyfriend to remember all the little things about you, and when he exhibits his knowledge of stuff, it’s really just to see you smile
- “Coffee. I ran by the shop this morning.” “Love, you didn’t have to-” “You have an exam today, right?”
- So when he sees your small grin into your coffee cup he thinks waking up the extra hour to go is so worth it
- Sends you messages to make sure you make it to your destination safe and gives you updates on his whereabouts to ensure you won’t worry about him
- Doesn’t show you off to the whole school- but it’s pretty clear that he makes it known: rubbing the small of your back as he guides you through school, and ruffles your hair a tad affectionately before seeing you off to class
- Shrugs when you say that you want to come observe a volleyball practice, but makes you sit a safe distance away to ensure that you won’t get hit
- At first, you’re surprised at how distanced Ushijima seemed from the rest of the team, the others simply nodding to him (minus Tendou that little shit lmao) in praise when he lands a perfect spike
- But you weren’t expecting for the whole team to still into silence when a ball goes flying in your direction, but still missing you by a long shot as Ushijima’s brows furrow together
- An expression you had never seen before sending a chill down your back
- Your jaw slackens as Goshiki bows deeply to his senior as if he was his servant, exhibiting the difference in how the team seemed to establish the line between themselves and their star spiker
- “U-Um, I’m okay!” you call out, offering Ushijima the smile he loved so much as you see him visibly relax as Goshiki flinches when he turns back to him
- “...be more careful.” “Yes, senpai!”
- Was he always this...respected to the point where people were actually scared of him?
- Walks up to you after practice, sipping deeply from his water bottle before occupying the seat next to you in the empty bleachers and now empty gym
- “Are you...surprised?” As he looks down at his feet, hunched over so his elbows rest on his thighs, and you quirk a brow in response as he seems to scoff a little
- “That others find me intimidating? Are you going to start after what you saw?” “What? No.”
- Blinks, eyes widening at your immediate reaction and at how genuinely upset you seemed that he would think that
- “Are you crazy? Never.” as you shake your head vigorously, causing a rare smile to tickle the corners of your boyfriend’s mouth
- “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting it, but if that’s a side of you- I don’t care what other people think.”
- is rendered 50% more speechless than usual as you sigh, resting your head on his shoulder as if you were tired
- “Don’t say things like that.”
- Glances at you as an arm drapes around your shoulder, tugging you a bit closer as Ushijima leans his head onto yours, closing his eyes
- “Mm.”
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The Rest Of Our Lives - Mason Mount Series 🦋 (Chapter Three) Departure
Warnings: none but next chapter is smutty ;)
Recommended Listening: Forever by Labrinth (Slowed).
Taglist: @storyofavengers
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After releasing me from the hug I was immersed in, I quickly went to the bathroom whilst Mason waited patiently for me outside in the hallway. Once I had finished and came back out to meet him, the little smirk on his face made my heart so full. Maybe he really did miss me like he had said, but if so why didn’t he get in contact sooner? I guess he was afraid of the rejection but I really did wish he had still tried. At the end of the day, we only regret the chances we didn’t take. Of course I was still hurt by him, but I did want to give him his chance to explain everything, even if it meant we wouldn’t rekindle the friendship like it once was, and we would still go our separate ways again.
“You alright?,” he asked in a soft tone.
“Yeah..” I gave him a small smile before he nodded and took my hand leading me back upstairs to the nightclub’s centre-point. It was only at the top of the stairs that we were caught in our tracks by a stunning blonde-haired girl who had recognised my old best friend.
“Mase gorgeous, how are you? I haven’t heard from you or seen you in a while. I thought you might have fell of the face of the earth or something.” she piped up. His reaction was like a deer caught in headlights. Who the hell was this? I knew it wasn’t his girlfriend but she seemed to be someone who was at one stage more than just a friend like I was.
“Uh, hi Olivia, yeah..” he began to speak back to her. “I um, I’ve just been busy sorry, I’m good how are you?” he continued unconfidently, itching to get away from this current conversation.
“Too busy, huh?.” She raised her eyebrows and chuckled. I was standing there so awkwardly, not knowing what to do or where to look. She didn’t pay attention to me once, her eyes fixated on the brown-haired man beside me. “And here’s me thinking Mason Mount would never be too busy to reply or spend some time with me..” she gasped jokingly, but I knew she was being serious and I really didn’t like the vibe I was getting off her. My heart began shattering again out of jealousy. It’s amazing how you can go without seeing someone for years and even though they broke you, in an instant all the feelings and memories come rushing back. And that’s exactly what happened when I saw Mason on the street earlier this night. Even though it was /my/hand he was still holding, I still felt threatened.
“Awh no.. I mean.. I don’t know. I’m sorry as I said I’ve just been really busy,” was all he could come up with as a response, his palm becoming sweaty interlaced with my own. You know when you can feel your heart beating in another part of your body? I could feel his through his hand in my grasp.
“Hmm okay.” She said with barely any emotion behind it. “So who’s this little one then? Your new girl?” Her attention was now focused on me, now frozen with a tightness in my chest. I should have spoken up. I wanted to. But I was unable to. Thankfully, Mason covered for me.
“Uh, no she’s just a.. a friend..” he trailed off, so unsure of his answer and looking across at me, his eyes soliciting for an answer. Realistically, we were former friends. But within time, we both hoped we could drop the former. Slowly nodding as reassurance, I turned back to look at the the tall woman standing in front of me.
“Just friends?” her eyes widened with a smug look, pointing towards our intertwined fingers. I went to let go of Mason’s hand but his grip tightened, letting me know it was okay and he had the situation under control.
“Yeah this is my childhood best friend Sophie. I uh- I ran into her down outside the bathrooms and she wasn’t feeling the best so I said I’d bring her back upstairs and take her home. I just wanted to keep her close in case she fainted or anything.” he announced. Her eyes were now practically staring into my soul, but buying it, she just replied with an ‘oh’ and I signalled in agreement once again.
“Well, that was nice of you.” She smiled pompously. “Anyhoo, you have my number. Don’t be stranger.”
“Right.” Mason gulped and she winked walking away. Once gone, he turned to look at me again, apologising with his eyes. I bit my lip and shook my head to let him know that it was alright and that we didn’t have to talk about it. To be honest, I did want to talk about it. I wanted to know who she was. Was he sleeping with her? And if so was it going to progress any further? So many questions filled my mind but I tried to forget about them, telling myself that it was none of my business and it was before we had reconnected to night anyways.
Making our way over to Hollie, the look of disappointment across of her face said more than words ever could. She was relieved to see that I hadn’t gone missing, but she wasn’t too impressed that on my return I had brought back Mason with me. Giving me a moment to talk to her, Mason stepped away, resting his arm on the bar counter and facing the dance floor.
“What’s going on, are you okay? I went looking for you but I seen you talking to him from the top of the stairs and I didn’t want to interrupt.” She whispered sympathetically.
“Yeah I’m fine, thank you Hol. And I’m sorry I left you for so long.” I replied.
“No no, don’t be sorry. I was more than alright up here, I was talking to that bartender for ages anyways. I’m sorry Soph, I didn’t realise he would be here too. Is everything okay between you both?”
I wanted to say yes. But was everything okay between us both? I mean for now it was. I was giving him his opportunity to talk to me, but I hadn’t heard his side of the story yet nor had I forgiven him. Trying to find the right words to respond with, I took a deep breath.
“It’s not your fault Hollie, I was the one who said I wanted to come here in the first place. And I guess for now yeah. I’m giving him a chance to clear up everything and get some clarity on the whole thing. It doesn’t mean we’re going to go back to being how we were before but at least if we can be on civil terms.. I don’t know that’s got to be worth something right?” I asked, in hope of encouragement.
Hollie was the best friend a girl could ask for. She was more like a big sister despite me being older; a little dumb and clumsy at times, but no matter how many bad and possibly avoidable situations she put herself in, she would always make sure I didn’t do the same. She only wanted the best for me, as did I for her, so she basically made herself the crash test dummy and tried to advise me as much as possible. And she always made me laugh and smile without fail, after every heart break, every failure, basically anything terrible circumstance you can think of. She was always there.
“Well that’s your choice and I think it’s fair enough.” She gave me a fragile smile. “Just be smart and don’t let him hurt you again Soph. I seen how much pain and anguish you were in tonight and I never want to see you like that again. It’s alright that you want some light shed and some closure on the situation, but don’t let him blindside you and destroy your heart again, okay?” she raised her brows, placing both hands either side of my shoulders to make sure I was listening. Nodding to let her know I understood, she gave me a full warm smile back.
“Okay, so I think I’m going back to Dylan’s house once he’s finished his shift”. She added, referring to the bartender who was now waving at us. “But I don’t know what your plans are so I don’t have to if you don’t want me to and you need me.”
“No no, you go. I’ll find out what Mase and I are doing and once I’m back home and safe I’ll give you a text and let you know. If I need you at any stage I’ll call you.” I said before giving her a hug and getting ready to leave.
“Okay, I’ll do the same!” She mumbled, and with that I rejoined Mason who had finished informing his teammates and friends what was happening. Putting an arm around my waist, we had left the nightclub once again with crisp and fresh night air.
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Quick A/N: AHH I’m so excited for the next chapter you guys are gonna love it I hope! Also, the reason I put listening recommendations is to help you all imagine what I’m visualising when I right my stories and ideas! Music basically helps me set the scene. When you’re listening to the song attached to this post, I want y’all to try visualise yourself walking in slow-mo through a crowded nightclub holding hands with THE Mason Mount. Everyone looking at you both leaving, but he’s looking back every so often just to make sure you’re okay. Just imagine. That’s all :)
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To Sleepless Nights Ahead
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, a mature reference
Words: 1,396
Summary: The B.A.U. has a baby shower for Spencer and his wife
Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow
Masterlist | Criminal Minds Masterlist
They announced it to the team a while ago, Spencer being the one to walk into the office late with a paleness to his face. Garcia frantically checked his temperature and whether he was okay or not the second he walked past her. After recovering from being yanked backwards by Penelope and inspected from head to toe, he casually commented, “Y/n’s pregnant.” Then he walked away, just as zoned out as he was when he passed the now bug eyed blond.
Just as most things said to Garcia, news of Spencer’s fiancé’s pregnancy spread within the timespan of less than a week.
For their wedding, the girls of the BAU joined Y/n in searching for dresses, both Penelope and Emily overly excited about picking out a maternity-fitting gown. JJ was the one to find the perfect dress, one that made Y/n feel like a princess even when she was bloated 6 months in and felt like she’d burst at any second.
Then, about 4 weeks before the baby was said to be due, the two Reids held a baby shower. Drinks were prepared, champagne for the ones who could drink and apple cider for the kids and adults who were with child or just wanted something aside from alcohol. The entire BAU showed up, Hotch and JJ with their own children and partners, and soon enough, they began.
It felt like being a child again. Ironic, as she was soon to give birth to a child, but sitting at the park, watching the little ones play with each other, smelling the fresh air and the faint scent of hamburgers being cooked up on a grill- it felt like having a barbecue in the backyard of her childhood home.
Happy memories made even happier imaginary scenes play in her head; her child, returning from school and racing to the front door to wrap their arms around her and Spencer, their little kiddo doing a hobby so much better than both of them and perhaps even trying to teach them. She chuckled to herself as different situations played out in her head.
Spencer poked her lightly with his elbow, his smile ever present, especially when watching her daydream with a smile of her own that reached her eyes, but his brows slightly knitted with a concern-like confusion. “You okay? It looks like you spaced out there...”
“Yeah,” Y/n threaded her arm through Spencer’s and rested her head on his shoulder, “I’m actually feeling really fucking spectacular right now.”
“Your choice of words makes me curious to know whether you’re being sarcastic or not.”
She turned her head towards his, the blinding sunlight hidden by his head as he craned his neck to look down at her. Then, she lifted her head the little bit that it took to press her lip against his and hold them there for a moment or two. Both of their smiles returned to their faces in the kiss, a feeling of butterflies in their guts stirred as a snicker left their mouths after they separated.
“Hey! You two gonna come eat or are you too busy tryna make another one already?” Morgan yelled from the grill with a smirk. He laughed as the two pulled away from each other like teens caught in the act.
“We’ll be over in a second, Derek!” Y/n chortled, waving over to signal along with her yell.
“Okay, got it!”
After the burgers were devoured and the sun had lowered some, gifts were piled in front of Y/n and a fire was started, the baby shower came to its final act before its end.
“Open mine first!” JJ shoved past the men to hand Y/n her gift, concealed in a baby blue gift bag. The size of the bag was about as tall as Y/n’s baby bump, so it gained her curiosity almost immediately. In the blink of an eye, baby room décor and baby toys were spread out on her lap, a glowing smile reaching her eyes.
“Oh- awh, they’re so cute! Thank you, JJ!” Y/n hugged Jennifer tightly.
“Oh, watch the baby!” JJ joked, causing everyone to laugh.
The second JJ had removed herself from Y/n’s embrace, Garcia was by Y/n’s side with puppy dog eyes and her fingers crossed by her side, her gift presented with an extended arm. “Me next.” Y/n happily took the gift from her friend and looked to her to elongate the suspense. She could see how much it tortured Garcia to wait, the way she muttered how she hoped she’d like it under her breath, so she decided to stop fucking with Garcia and open the present.
“Oh my god!” Spencer was the one who got excited, jumping from the picnic bench and warping his arms around the blond, who was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. “Thank you!” She’d bought a gift for the baby with Spencer in mind, a few learning books, then some of the books Spence had mentioned he’d liked as a child.
“Awww!” Cooed Y/n. She lifted her hand to wipe away some of the tears, smiling and holding out her arm as Garcia pulled away from Spencer to give Y/n her hug, “That’s so sweet of you, Pen! Thank you!”
“What are godmothers for? ...Not that I’m uh...assuming I’ll be the godmother...”
Y/n chuckled, “I’ll put in a good word for you with Einstein over there.”
The rest of the gifts didn’t pull as much emotion from Y/n as Penelope’s, but she was grateful for every single one of them. Hotch had gifted some stuff he’d used with Jack, new instead of hand-me-downs thankfully, and Prentiss bought baby clothes with stripes and patterns. Morgan got some baby clothes that had stuff like jokes about being baby Einstein or other dorky things that were really just his way of poking fun at Spencer through his own child.
Last gift presented individually was Rossi’s. And Rossi bought alcohol. He didn’t get it for the baby, he reassured Y/n after the color drained from her face in horror, but for the mother after she gives birth, her first drink in nine months. It wasn’t surprising for David fucking Rossi but it was quite a laugh.
“Wait, one more, one more. You got one more, momma.” Derek held his hands over Spencer and Y/n’s eyes for a few minutes. Unbeknownst to her, the team, Derek and Spencer not included, were retrieving the last of the gifts. “Okay, now, open sesame!”
He removed his hands from their faces and their eyes fluttered open. Y/n’s hand darted to her lips in shock. “You said one more-”
Derek shrugged, “Okay, a few more.”
“We all pitched in for the bigger gifts, so don’t worry about trying to force us to get refunds. Besides, it was worth it, best way to spend my money in my opinion.” Emily grinned proudly.
What the team chipped in to buy was a crib, diapers galore, diaper changing station, loads of bottles, a playmat, baby monitors, a few other smaller necessities and, for Y/n, a rocking chair that would be placed in the baby’s room.
Once everyone had been thanked and exchanged a hug with Y/n, the team loaded up the gifts and put away all the food. Y/n had been forced by Morgan and the girls to sit down and let them do the work to avoid stress and because she was holding a human life within her womb. When all but what they’d set aside was cleaned up and properly put away, the shower’s finale begun.
Morgan popped open the last bottle of champagne. He poured everyone their final drink of the afternoon. He poured sparkling cider into Y/n’s glass only, as the kids had already gone home.
“A toast! For Spencer and Y/n, their little bun growing in her oven, and, of course, the sleepless nights ahead!”
Spencer’s eyes doubled at the last part of Morgan’s toast, him being the only one to not lift their drink to their lips. Y/n giggled at her husband, setting down her wine glass of cider and rubbing his back softly. “They’re kidding Spence.”
He smiled at her, about to laugh it off with an “oh” before Hotch stopped in front of them, an empathetic expression crossing his features. “No, they’re not. Good luck, Reids,” he took a sip of his drink, “you’re gonna need it.”
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accidentally ruining relationships
Word Count: 3,851
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: a very stupid Bucky? some terrible humour by yours truly? lol all fluff though I promise
A/N: PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON ANY SITES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! (Reblogs are totally okay!) Look at me posting a WIP that’s been sitting in my drafts for literally forever haha. I hope you guys like it, I love these two idiots so much <3
(Not my gfif, creds to the original creator!!)
Y/N groaned, lying on her stomach and pushing herself into the pillow beneath her, burrowing her face into the fabric in hopes that she could suffocate herself and be done with this world.
“Doll, it’s okay. Breakups happen. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when it happened.” Bucky apologized, rubbing his hand against her back from where he sat next to her on the bed. He had just come back after a three month long international mission, only to find out that a few days he had gone off comms, Y/N and her recent boyfriend had broken up. The soldier moved his hand move to her hair, playing with a few strands like he usually did when she was in need of some calming energy . “I thought you were thinking about breaking up with him anyways.”
“I was,” Y/N frowned tightly, pulling her face from the pillow and looking back over her shoulder at her friend. “That’s not why I’m upset.” She sighed as she thought about it for a moment, wishing that talking about these things didn’t make her feel so frustrated again. Over the last few months, she had been healing, getting over the typical breakup feelings, but she knew that deep down, this relationship had been all fake anyways.
Bucky waited for a moment with raised eyebrows as Y/N moped further into her pillow. “So… why are you upset?” He finally asked after she didn’t continue.
Y/N huffed and pushed herself up off the bed, sitting up to look at him, “The problem is I expected to feel something... he broke up with me in the worst way, over a fucking phone call, and I feel nothing!”
Bucky blinked, watching as she whined and fell back into his bed. “And... that’s... bad.” Bucky responded slowly, attempting to catch up in her thoughts.
“Yes!” She exclaimed, her bottom lip pulling into a small pout. “It means that I just spent months of my life with this guy who literally made me feel nothing.”
Bucky thought about it for a moment before lying down next to her. “I mean it only happened a few weeks ago. Maybe you’ll feel it later.” He suggested, nudging her playfully.
“Maybe,” (Y/N) murmured, though she knew she wouldn’t. It had been a long time since she felt anything towards her now ex-boyfriend. Or anyone else really, and she had known this even before she met the newest ex. She had tried to bury it, tried to deny it, but it always came back the same way. She was in love with someone else.
The two laid in silence for a while, until Y/N’s fingers clicked onto her phone screen and found a playlist called ‘For the Brokenhearted’. Soon, soft melodies floated in the air, lyrics that made Y/N’s heartstrings feel numb. She felt guilty that she felt nothing, felt upset that there was nothing left over.
“Bucky?” Y/N asked after a while, glancing over at him. After the months he had just gone through, Y/N knew that he was probably sleep-deprived and mentally and physically exhausted, so she wasn’t surprised at all to find his eyes closed. But since there wasn’t his usual falling-asleep twitch in his leg, she knew he was awake.
“Mm?” The sound made Y/N’s lips turn into a small smile, watching the flutter of his eyelashes.
“Have you ever been in love?”
Such a simple question and yet, Bucky felt like he had just been smacked in the stomach, as if all the breath had just been knocked out of him. “S-Sorry what? Me?” His eyes opened to look at her, gazing at her thoughtful expression.
“Yeah,” (Y/N) nibbled on her inner cheek, a nervous habit of hers that Bucky had started noticing the first day they met. “Like heart skipped a beat, smile at the mention of their name, cheeks rosy when they look at you, giggles in your throat kind of in love,” Her voice was lofty, matching her head-in-the-clouds sort of facial expression.
Bucky scratched his head slightly, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to understand why she was asking, “That… sounds super specific,” he commented slowly, but he knew exactly what she was talking about. He had felt all that and more, starting the very moment he had met her, how could he not?
“I’m scared it doesn’t exist... every time I think I’m in love, it doesn’t work out. I feel flutters with someone and I think hey maybe these are the right kinds of butterflies in my stomach but it turns out I was just looking for something that wasn’t even there,” She sighed, turning onto her side so she was facing him and taking his hand, her fingers playing with his. “I don’t want the next guy I think I’m in love with to turn out to be an ass too. What if I think he’s this super amazing guy, like all the others, and it turns out he’s the worst person I could ever be with?”
Bucky thought for a moment and turned his head to watch her. “One day, you’re going to find some super cool, awesome guy who’s going to treat you like the queen you are, doll. You’ll know it when you’re with him… it’s like magic. Or a puzzle piece. You’ve got to find the person who fits you and your heart just right. Can’t just shove some other piece because it just wont work. But when you find them… it’ll just click.”
There was a pause filled with a sort of tender love in the air, coming from the romance that filled Bucky’s voice as he talked. Y/N watched his eyes sparkle and they shared a gaze for just a moment that made Y/N’s insides turn.
“But until then, you and I can hang out and gossip,” Bucky added in playfully, a smirk on his lips.
Y/N smiled, eyes dropping nervously away from his his but they kept falling t o his lips, as if unable to stop herself from investigating those incredibly kissable lips, “I don’t know how I’d live without you, Bucks.”
He grinned hearing those words, hoping she couldn’t feel his heart racing, “Well lucky for you, you’ll never have to.”
“Until some girl comes and sweeps you away from me,” she tried to laugh, tried to make that smile on her face as genuine as possible because he deserved to be happy. She wanted him to be happy. Somehow, not one single girl that had crossed paths with Bucky had seemed to catch his eye, all of them absolutely stunning. If they couldn’t make Sergeant Barnes swoon, the kind of woman that would must be out of this world incredible.
“Awh come on, no one’s going to be taking me away from you. Not anytime soon.” Bucky’s shoulders gave a simple shrug as his eyes started to close blissfully again, not noting the sadness growing in Y/N’s eyes as she thought about the kind of woman that could make Bucky Barnes feel the way that she herself felt about him.
For just a moment, Y/N watched as he breathed quietly. Her eyes admired every freckle, every piece of hair, every little part of him that she could. She could very much be in love with this idea of something she didn’t know, something new, she was aware of that. She had been so scared that she was just falling in love with Bucky because her relationship didn’t work out and she found solace and comfort with him.
But it wasn’t just because of this asshole breaking up with her. The more she thought about how she felt about Bucky, the more she thought about how often she had waved the idea away with I’m not good enough for him… but that wasn’t really saying she didn’t like him.
And there was more than just what he was like with her. She loved the moments he thought no one was watching, the way he smiled seeing families play together at the park, the immediate need to help someone when they needed it, like that time he had brought home a litter of abandoned kittens.
There was just something about him.
“You’re staring,” Bucky’s voice and cocky smirk broke her out of her thoughts, his eyes not even bothering to open.
“Can’t help it, you’re far too gorgeous,” (Y/N) shot back, hoping her playful tone would hide her true feelings as she quickly turned to her phone to find more music. She begged the universe to keep his eyes shut, hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous she got all of a sudden.
Bucky peeked an eye open at her words, smirking slightly, “Says the most perfect girl in the universe,” he tested. He just wanted to see that smile once more.
And there it was. Her lips turned into a bashful smile, her lower body squirming shyly. Bucky closed his eyes again, smiling as he saved the picture of it in his mind somewhere.
He felt her shift on the bed and suddenly there was a weight on him. He opened up his eyes to see her straddling his waist, staring at him. “Oh I’m sorry, did I wake you?” She teased, the playfulness in her eyes sparkling.
Bucky swallowed hard, feeling a deep lust for her itching inside of him. His thoughts wandered off for a moment, imagining different scenarios in which she was straddling him. “Nah, can’t fall asleep. Gotta watch after you and that broken heart of yours,” he finally managed out with a smile.
He watched as she slowly leaned down towards him, her eyes hiding a curiosity behind them as they followed his facial expressions. Their faces were so close at this point, Bucky couldn’t help but think about kissing her. Showing her that no other guy she’s dated was worth her.
Y/N moved some hair out of her face as she continued to examine his expression, his eyes, his lips. She couldn’t tell what had come over her, where this confidence had come from, but here she was, closing in the distance between their lips. Bucky’s eyes saw her gaze flicker towards his lips and the back to his eyes. Were they thinking the same thing?
“AND THEN WHAT?” Sam asked with wide eyes, watching as Bucky paced up and down his room. He was at the very edge of his seat, as if Bucky was retelling the most dramatic story of a lifetime (which he was)
“And then nothing!” Bucky groaned, shaking his head. He let out a sound of frustration, kicking at the air.
“What do you mean nothing? Sounds like she wanted to kiss you.” Steve’s eyebrow raised in confusion, leaning back into the couch he and Sam were sitting on.
Bucky sighed and after a moment, he finally threw himself onto a nearby chair, “I couldn’t do it, Stevie. She just went through a breakup. How is that fair of me to take advantage of her feelings like that?”
“I mean, you could’ve been her rebound.” Sam offered. “And then she just so happens to fall in love with you. You two get married, have kids, be disgustingly adorable-”
“That just sounds like I’m using her emotions to my advantage. She deserves better than that.” Bucky sighed, putting his head in his hands. “That was my one chance, wasn’t it?” He moped.
“Bud, everyone can see that you like each other. There’ll definitely be another time for it. Maybe when she’s not dealing with a breakup,” Steve nudged his friend, attempting to be comforting. “It’s only been a few weeks, give it some time.”
“I mean to be fair though, maybe that was her trying to tell you that she likes you and when you didn’t kiss her, she took it as you not liking her. I mean she did make the first move,” Sam thought out loud. Steve grabbed the pillow seated next to him and swung it out right beside him, hitting Sam smack in the face, glaring at the now laughing Sam Wilson as Bucky let out a whine.
“Dammit!” The dark haired soldier yelled out, his voice echoing into the room, thinking through his options. “The hell do I do now?”
“Well what happened after you didn’t kiss her?” Steve asked as Bucky hit his head against the back of the chair frustratedly.
Bucky sighed and looked over at him, “She just smiled kinda sadly and said she wanted to go talk to the girls or something.”
“Okay so why don’t you ask her if she wants to go get some snacks or something from the grocery store. Do that movie date thing you guys normally do.” Steve shrugged, not at all worried by the situation. He had seen the lovey-dovey glances these two sent each other all the time, and to be honest, he was getting so sick of it. It frequently disturbed meetings, ruined plans on missions, and right now, it was ruining what was supposed to be a peaceful Sunday night. With his luck, this would continue for a long time, so there was so need for his best friend to be worried.
Before Bucky could decide if it was a good plan, there was a knock on the door and Y/N peered in. “Bucks?” She blinked, surprised to see the three men sitting around and Bucky looking depressed. “Sorry, am I interrupting?”
“Not at all,” Sam smirked. “Sorry to hear about Johnny...Mark...Marcus?” He offered, stretching his mind.
“Tommy.” Y/N responded with a laugh.
“Right, Tommy... the... doctor?”
“Dentist,” Y/N laughed, raising an eyebrow in his direction. “Seems like you put in so much effort to remember my dates, Wilson,” she teased.
“What can I say, I just don’t think they’re that memorable compared to other guys,” Sam grinned, wiggling his eyebrows in Bucky’s direction when she wasn’t looking. “Well, sorry anyway,” Sam added in with a smile.
“Aw, don’t be sorry,” (Y/N) shrugged, sighing as she let her thoughts lead her words, “Any boy who breaks up with me over working here, isn’t really worth it.” The words spilled out before she could stop herself, smiling brightly until she noticed all the boys turning to look at her with wide eyes. “What?”
“He broke up with you because you work with the Avengers?” Steve frowned tightly. “What’s wrong with working with us? Did we do something? Is he one of those guys that doesn’t like us?”
“O-Oh-” (Y/N)’s eyes widened, “U-Um like, partially because I work with you guys.”
“Who the hell doesn’t like the Avengers?” Sam scoffed. “What’s so wrong with working here?”
“I-It wasn’t so much working with you guys as it was... you know...living with you.” Y/N admitted nervously, avoiding Bucky’s gaze as she desperately tried to put out a fire she started but only really making things worse. He stared at her hard and she knew it was because he was surprised she hadn’t told him this earlier.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky’s voice was quiet but it sent a little shiver down Y/N’s spine. Sam and Steve shared a look, attempting to sink back into their seats, twiddling their thumbs.
“It’s not really that important,” Y/N told him quickly. “He just...got jealous that I’d be hanging around you guys and that I’m always with you and that I talk about you all the time and-”
“So it wasn’t so much the Avengers he was jealous of, but...Bucky?” Sam sat up straight as he spoke up, trying to contain the smirk on his face but it was hard. He didn’t need any clearer sign than that that these two were pining after each other - even Y/N’s idiot ex boyfriend could see that. Bucky’s face lit up like a tomato, which made it harder for Sam to contain any laughter.
“I-I mean...” Y/N scattered for a good excuse. Tommy had hated her relationship with Bucky and always felt like he came second to him... he wasn’t wrong.
“Did I do something?” Bucky asked nervously, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come between you and your relationship-”
“No no!” Y/N burst out, shaking her head, “Please don’t think like that. It’s not like this is the first time it’s happened!” She laughed nervously, but the boys were still staring at her. Goddammit, stop talking! she begged herself, letting out a quiet groan when she realized what she had admitted.
Bucky’s heart was falling. So he had been the reason for all those nights she cried and wondered if she’d ever find love? “It’s happened before?” Bucky asked slowly, shoulders falling. “Fuck, how many of your relationships have I ruined?”
“Bucky-” Y/N started.
“I think this is our cue to leave,” Sam mumbled, nudging Steve’s arm. The two of them patted (Y/N) on the back before sliding out, Sam sending Bucky a supportive grin and a thumbs up before closing the door behind him.
“How many?” Bucky asked again, standing up stiffly.
“What?”
“How many times have I ruined a relationship with a person you really liked?”
Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to find the words to explain what it had all been about, “Bucky please, it’s not what you think-”
“Not what I think? You’ve been in and out of flings and relationships this whole time and now you’re telling me that this isn’t the first one to end because of me? What did I do? Is it because I’m around you lots?” Bucky looked angry and desperate for answers. Y/N’s heart broke seeing him like this, unsure of how to explain.
“B-Bucky, please, let me explain-”
“Damn, what kind of friend am I to be in the way of all your relationships? How could you not tell me? You could’ve told me to back off or something! How many of them did you actually like and I fucked it up?” Bucky ranted, his voice raising.
“Bucky stop!” Y/N yelled, eyes desperately following him. “I-It’s not like that. It’s not just because we’re always together. These guys just get jealous and...and...” Y/N swallowed hard, trying to figure out what to say. Was now a good time to admit all the feelings that were bottled up?
“Jealous of what? Of how you spend time with me here? Of how you take care of me? Is it because of who I was? Because of what I did?” Bucky pleaded, begging for answers. Why wouldn’t she just tell him the truth? “All those nights you spent in my room, crying over boys, and it turns out it was just my fault all along-?”
“Bucky Barnes, it’s because I’m in love with you!” (Y/N) yelled out, a desperate attempt to pull him out of spiralling.
Bucky’s eyes shot over to her, wide as he processed her outburst. There was a dead silence as the two of them stared at each other.
“You what?” His voice was barely louder than a whisper.
Y/N sucked in air, heart pounding against her chest. There was no turning back now. “I-I’m in love with you, Bucks... and they all knew it. I tried to play it off as them just being jealous of my best friend being a guy but... I’ve always known I was in love with you. Even the girls knew,” she sighed, thinking about how Nat and Wanda were so relieved to finally hear Y/N admit she may have feelings for the soldier.
Bucky suddenly felt incredibly lightheaded. He searched her expression for any sort of sign that she was lying, but she sounded so genuine. “Y-You can’t,” he told her softly. “Not me.”
(Y/N) felt defeated, her heart was falling every second, “Because you don’t love me back,” She stated softly and Bucky’s eyes looked like they would pop out of his head.
“No! Of course I’m in love with you, doll, who the hell wouldn’t be?” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. His shoulders fell from his normally straight posture, eyes dropping to the floor. “My heart’s been yours since the first time you smiled at me. But what could I give you? I’m an old man, I don’t understand anything you grew up with, anything we’re going through right now. Not to mention the obvious,” he scoffed, closing his eyes slightly. “I couldn’t live with myself if one day I snapped back and you were scared of me.”
(Y/N)’s heart was in turmoil. On one hand, he had just admitted he loved her too. Her heart soared at the thought of them being in love, at having a chance to be with her best friend. And then it fell. Bucky was stepping away from her, as if distancing himself would do anything. “I can take care of myself,” she said firmly, frowning at him. “Do you really love me?”
Bucky looked at her with a sad smile, moving to sit on the armrest of the couch. “With everything this broken body has.”
“Then kiss me,” she demanded, surprising herself with how confident the bold statement sounded.
Bucky stared at her for a moment, his fears and his feelings mixing together. He was in such turmoil, watching as she stepped closer moving to stand between his legs. “Doll, I-”
“Do you not want to?” She asked quietly, watching his eyes. She needed to know how those lips felt on hers, if the spark that she had fantasized about was real.
“Of course I want to-” He insisted, searching her earnest eyes. “But what if-”
“Then kiss me, Sergeant.”
Bucky watched her for a moment, deciding that this was the one moment that he got. Steve told him that he deserved to be happy, especially after everything that happened. Did he? Did Bucky Barnes, a trained assassin that became a murdering tool deserve to be happy? He stared at this woman standing in front of him, a glow on her skin after such a passionate confession, eyes fiery with confidence and demand.
“Fuck,” Bucky muttered to himself. He stood up swiftly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him. And he did it. He kissed her. His lips eagerly pressed against hers, her arms finding their way around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer.
It was everything the two of them had dreamed of and more. Y/N thought about all those people who said you know it’s love when there’s sparks flying. The comical idea of fireworks off in the background played in her head as his lips moved along hers. It was magical, it was fantastic, it was everything.
The two pulled apart for a moment, eyes fluttering open to see each other, to make sure that this wasn’t just a dream, “I really really like you, Bucky Barnes,” Y/N whispered against his lips, pecking them again gently.
Bucky smiled, brushing her hair from her face as he tried to bring himself back to earth. There was no way a girl like this wasn’t an angel, he had to have been brought to Heaven or some etherial plane,“I really really really like you too, Y/N Y/L/N.”
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I hope you guys enjoy this!! I’ve been toying with this WIP for a while now and just figured it was time to post it :) Please let me know if you like it! I love to hear from you all!
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The Apple of my Pie
Pairing: Dean x reader
Warnings: None really. Just some fun fluff.
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"No, no, no... Damn it!"
You storm down the hall, your heart beating louder and faster. Anger grows with every step as you turn the corner and slam the library door open. Dean jumps in his chair a little and looks up at you from his book, confused.
"Where is it?!" You demand through clenched teeth.
Deans confusion turns to a small side smirk. "I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart."
You grab the book out of his hands and throw it across the room, knocking over a lamp. You leaned down and rested your hands on either side of his chair, getting right in his face. "Don't play dumb with me, Winchester! I'm going to ask you one more time. Where. The hell. Is it!?"
Sam runs into the room, gun drawn. His hair was matted to the side of his face and his eyes a little puffy. He had clearly been taking a nap and the commotion must have woke him. "What's going on??" He asks. He slowly lowered his gun and pushed the hair from his face with a big bear paw.
Neither you nor Dean answer him and continue your staring contest.
"I'm going to give you 3 seconds to tell me where it is or I'll-"
"Or you'll what?" Dean growls as he stands up, forcing you to take a step back. He took a deep breath and held it in his chest.
"Or I'll kick your ass three different ways before you even know what hit you!" You held your glare.
Sam steps in between the two of you and pushes Dean back a few steps. "Okay, what I'm the world is happening?" He looks between the two of you, searching for an answer.
You took a few deep breaths before replying, "Dean ate all of the apple pie filling I made and people are going to be here in two hours expecting pie for game night!"
"Awh, come on man!" Sam throws his hands in the air and rolls his eyes at his brother.
"You don't even like pie that much, why are you complaining?" Dean tries to defend himself.
"No, I don't like crappy gas station pies. Y/N's pie is just different. It's like perfection in a bite." Sam frowns.
You look at Dean and give him a pouty face. "It takes me a whole day to make that stupid pie."
Dean looks at you apologetically. "I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep last night so I got up to get some water. I opened the fridge and it was just sitting there, calling to me."
"There was enough filling for 2 whole pies." You wouldn't admit it, but you were a little impressed that he could eat that much.
"Yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged, "I felt a little sick for the rest of the night but it was so worth it. I'd do it again, too!"
You huffed and crossed your arms before turning around and making your way back to the kitchen. Your anger was subsiding and turning into dread that you had to peel even more apples. You were up until 11 the might before peeling all the dang apples. Your filling wouldn't be as good if it didn't sit overnight, but you knew if you started now you could get something on the table. It was your turn to do treats for the monthly game night.
You opened the fridge and took out 10 apples, grabbed a peeler and knife and got to it. Dean made his way into the kitchen not too long after you. You ignored him.
"Y/N?" He asked as he leaned on the counter next to you, tilting his head slightly to see your face as you were looking down chopping. You still ignored him.
"Come on, at least let me peel while you chop." He nudged you with his hip.
"Fine." You handed him the peeler and moved over a bit to make room for him.
"Are you still mad at me?" Dean gave you the puppy dog eyes. You hated when he did that, it just made you melt.
"No." You couldn't stay mad at him. You secretly liked that he loved your pie so much that he would binge eat it in the middle of the night. "But, you do owe me!"
He raised an eyebrow at you and set down the peeler, standing behind you and hugging you around the waist. "What do I owe you then?" He said softly as he placed his head on your shoulder, watching you work.
"I'll let you know when I figure it out." You tried to hide your smile, but Dean saw it on the side of your mouth, making him smile back.
"You know," he whispered in your ear, "I like it when you take control like you did back there. I didn't know whether to play along or pull you onto my lap and kiss you all over." He moved the hair from your shoulder and kissed your neck, sending goosebumps across your body.
You turned to face him, but he kept his arms around your waist. You looked up at him, then kissed him slow. "Well lucky for you, Charlie will be here soon or I really would kick your ass 3 different ways." You winked and broke the hug, going back to your work.
"Oh, no way you tease." Dean pulled you back around, picked you up and set you on the counter, looking into your eyes before kissing you deeply. He pulled away and with a goofy look on his face, blurted out, “You’re the apple of my pie, Y/N/N.” Dean waited eagerly for your approval of his pun and waggled his eyebrows
You couldn’t help but laugh. “How long have you been waiting to use that one?”
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More writings! But it’s just demon heather because that's my brand now
"Veronica I can't go in" heather gave Veronica a dumbfounded look as they approached the church "you want me to go into a church?! thats not gonna go well"
"oh come on heather you're not going to burst into flames right?" she laughed but heather wasn't laughing which made Veronica stop "wait will you actually burst into flames?!"
"well no shit Veronica I'm a demon, I'll either burst into flames or turn into a full demon" Veronica was intrigued "oh, and what does your demon form look like?"
heather widened her eyes "no absolutely not I'm not showing you that" Veronica pouted "awh I'm sure you're beautiful as a demon babe"
"you're damn right I'm beautiful as a demon people drop to their knees when they see my form, mostly in terror but still" she mumbled and Veronica kissed her "come on we'll sit in the back and if you feel anything happening we'll just leave okay?"
heather growled but agreed "if I turn into a demon I'm scaring all of these people here, it'll be a fantastic show and make getting up at 6am actually worth it"
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