#OH FUCK I FORGOT TO PAINT HIS NAILS
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Instagram Live
Word Count: 1k
Category: Fluff
Summary: Harry joins his girlfriend’s Instagram live.
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There were a lot of labels that people never seemed to like.
There were relationship labels that people fought over, sexuality labels that every media outlet liked to plaster, and scandalous labels that could break a royal’s reputation.
However, your label as Harry’s girlfriend was one that you actually seemed to enjoy.
Harry’s normal girlfriend.
Sure, you were called “Harry Styles’ girlfriend” more times than you were called by your own name ever since you became public three years ago, but if there was anything you felt like you had bragging rights about, it would be that you managed to form a connection with his fans for being yourself, and especially on TikTok.
It came as a surprise to many and most when people caught up to the woman Harry seemed so infatuated with that he was grinning some more, directing sappy lyrics to on stage, and going shopping with at places that weren’t Gucci. You were relatable.
Your TikToks were international treasure, especially ones where you pranked Harry or participated in couple challenges with, so it was no surprise that even your Instagram harbored some following who were instantly excited and urgent to join once they had got the notification.
yourinstagram started a live video. Watch it before it ends!
Clad in a black Pleasing crewneck, hair up in a microfiber towel, your legs were pushed up slightly against your chest as you painted your nails, peaking to see you already had 14,374 viewers.
“Helloooo,” you dragged, smiling once you saw the excited comments coming through.
user1: OMG HEY BESTIE
user2: PLEASING
user3: NO WAY YOU’RE LIVE
user4: hey, y/n! how are you doing?
“I’m doing okay,” you answered, sighing a little, “Just taking a quick break from studying and thought we could have a chat.”
user5: you’re still studying?
user6: OMG SAY HI ANGELA PLS
user7: @/user she’s getting a master’s degree where have u been
user8: do you miss harry?
“Hi Angela,” you smiled, “Yeah, I’m getting my master’s degree. Guys, I literally forgot how awful exams and assignments were because I graduated like, four years ago, so I don’t miss it,” you said, “Do I miss Harry? No, of course not. I don’t know who that is.”
user9: STOP DID THEY BREAK UP?
user10: I hope you’re joking
user11: NOT YALL BELIEVING HER ALKJWKJFH
You chuckled, “Some of you are new here, huh?”
user9: Y/N HARRY IS WATCHING
user12: HARRY
user8: HARRY IS WATCHING WEIFWEFH
harrystyles: Boo. You miss me.
user13: NO FUCKING WAYYYYY
You laughed, “You’re going to break them.”
user2: I CAN’T BREATHE
harrystyles: Oops.
harrystyles: Have you eaten?
user14: PLSSSS I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M SEEING THIS
“Yeah, I-Oh my God, H, I made one the best salads ever. It had chicken, like grilled chicken, and I had bell peppers, corn, lettuce, cherry tomatoes, red beans, onions,” you counted on your fingers, “Then I made this creamy avocado dressing. It was so fucking good.”
user4: share the recipe bestie
harrystyles: Yum. Can’t wait to try it when I see you.
harrystyles: Breakfast?
“Yeah, I had breakfast, too,” you nodded, “Butter toasts and those olives we got from Italy,” you said, “What about you? Are you eating well?”
user5: I can’t believe we’re witnessing this
user15: it’s like they’re on the phone together
user16: I want to sit on a highway
harrystyles: We had tacos! 🌮
You gasped jokingly, “Did you actually eat tacos because I was telling you about how much I’ve been craving them yesterday?”
paulithepsm: Y/NNNNNNN
user7: PAULI IS HERE
harrystyles: Yes. Hehe.
“Pauli!” You grinned, “I missed you too much!” You were beaming before pointing a finger at the screen, “Same doesn’t go for you though, H. I can’t believe you ate tacos without me.”
harrystyles: PAULI
user8: KEHFKWJE CRYING
paulithepsm: HARRY
paulithepsm: I miss my best friend 😭😭
user18: PLS
harrystyles: I’m sorry. I’ll make you tacos when you get here. Promise.
harrystyles: Show me your nails.
You showed your freshly painted nails to the screen, “Some Citrico Vibrante Cremoso greens,” you showed them off, “Buy Pleasing,” you teased, “Or find more affordable dupes, babes.”
user6: PLSSSS SHE’S SO REAL FOR THAT
harrystyles: I’ll match with you.
“You can wait until I come. I’ll paint them for you,” you said.
harrystyles: OKAY ❤
user3: HE’S SO CUTE
user10: THE EMOJIS HE'S SO REAL
jeffazoff: Come get your man. He’s a pain.
You laughed, “Aw come on, Jeff. He’s not too bad. You just need to cuddle him and feed him.”
harrystyles: Agreed.
harrystyles: Jeff, don’t cuddle me.
user19: KEUDUEWFKHJ PLS
jeffazoff: I wasn’t planning on it 🙄 I’m waiting for Y/N to come and do that
“I leave you for two weeks and now you’re about to kill each other,” you sighed, “Hey, before I forget, can you tell Lamby that I’ve been trying to send him my final thoughts about the outfit but it won’t get to him for some reason?”
harry_lambert: My phone’s been acting up, babe. Send it on email! 🖤
user20: I just want to be her
harrystyles: I love your outfit.
“Okay, Lamby, will do,” you said before giggling, standing up and backing away a little to show the Pleasing crewneck and the baggy green sweatpants you were wearing, “Oh yeah? What do you think?” You put a hand to your hip before pretending to flick back your hair, “My boyfriend got me that sweatshirt,” you pointed at it, “And these are his sweatpants,” you pointed again, “Hair by me, nails by me but using my boyfriend’s nail polish,” you said, wiggling your fingers before approaching your phone again, “He’s kind of a big deal.”
user6: PLSS WHY IS THIS SO CUTE
user7: she’s so cute
harrystyles: He’s so fucking lucky.
You giggled, cupping your hand around your mouth, “Harry Styles just cursed on live,” you whispered.
user18: LMFAOOOOO
user21: “he’s so fucking lucky” I DIED BYE
jeffazoff: Scandalous
harrystyles: OH FUCK
harrystyles: 😎
You laughed, “This is some content your fans will absolutely go feral over,” you said, “I need to go now.”
harrystyles: Call me?
user20: I’m not okay
You nodded, “I’ll call you right after I end that thing. Bye, guys! Talk to you later!”
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Okay, okay, okay, ANOTHA ONE. Winner!reader who got lost in Heaven on his first, because Adam forgot that he was supposed to give him a tour and simply kept walking while Reader got distracted and went after something shiny that he thought would look nice on Adam. Now cue in Brandon Rogers skit with a "mother" looking for her son Timmy. Just Adam running around and screaming "Y/N!!!!" and asking around, cause he's totally shitting himself. He lost a soul IN HEAVEN of all places. After some time he sits down on a bench in a park or something, completely exhausted and distressed, when suddenly the reader appears behind him, placing a shiny little tiara between his mask horns saying: "✨👸🌺You're a fucking pretty princess!🌺👸✨" while holding ice cream in the other hand and Adam just looks at him like:
You can end it however you want, cause honestly you're gonna nail it either way 💁🏻♂️
Babes, I fucking love you for that request. I feel like I'll write so many crack fics for Adam n Reader just bc of you and I'm fucking ready for it
Lost and Found
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language, this is a crack fic (kinda)
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers
When you had first appeared in Sera's office you had been confused and overwhelmed, the little girl, her name was Emily, was full of energy that you weren't able to deal with at that point. She had been all in your face and while you were aware that it was all good intentions, it made you feel like stumbling right into a panic attack.
So Sera had made a call with some guy named Adam, she hadn't explained who he was and why she called him and not someone else but once Adam had arrived at Sara's office, you understood. The guy was a lot more chill than Emily, sure he could talk a lot - that was the first thing he had proven once he had entered the office - but he wasn't draining you by doing so. He wasn't all up in your face either and you appreciated that a lot.
So once you two had introduced yourself to each other, the two of you took off.
The streets weren't as full and crowded as you had expected them to be. Heaven was painted in bright colors, pastel blue, white and gold were the most common colors you came across. Adam was currently rambling about some chick that he had fucked a couple weeks ago at one of his gigs, you weren't really paying attention though, you were too focused on all the shiny lights that surrounded you.
So your attention was on many things, on everything but Adam, the person you probably should've focused the most on considering that you had no clue where exactly in heaven you two were. And when the two of you walked past a jewelry store you couldn't help but walk right through the door. In your mind you thought Adam would notice and follow you - or wait outside the store.
Well, Adam didn't even notice you were gone at first, he was too caught up in his storytelling. So he continued to walk through the streets of heaven for a good twenty minutes without you. That was until the man stopped to look at you - or at least that was why he turned around. But you weren't there.
Fuck.
For how long had he been walking alone? Where were you and why weren't you following him anymore? A wave of panic hit him. What if Sera would find you all alone without him in sight? He'd be in so much trouble if that were to happen.
So he walked in the direction he came from, checking every back alley he had walked past but he couldn't find you. “Y/N?” he called out for you as he entered yet another back alley, hoping he'd get a response. He tried to remain as calm as possible, that wasn't easy considering that he had just lost a fucking soul in heaven. Oh he was so fucked if he weren't to find you by sunset. He was so fucked if Sera were to find out.
Another wave of panic shot through his body as he rushed out of the alley. He grabbed an angel who just went about his day by his shoulders, shook him slightly as his voice filled with panic got louder and louder, “Have you seen my-” Adam stopped for a moment. His what? You weren't his. Ah, fuck this, “Have you seen the dude I'm supposed to watch? He's about this tall,” he raised his hand to show the angel - who was slightly frightened by Adam's behavior - how tall you were, “clearly gay and has a thing for me, but we haven't had the talk yet.” The second the angel started to shake his head Adam was gone, calling out your name over and over again.
“You fucking little shithead, get your sexy ass over here,” Adam yelled, earning himself a few strange looks from bypassing angels, he couldn't care less though. A panicking expression was visible on his mask as he continued to walk all the way back to where you and him had come from. He opened a door to one of the countless stores you two had passed, “Y/N are you in there? You better get the fuck out if you are!” The customers inside the store looked at Adam in confusion and disgust for yelling so loud. He slammed the door shut and crossed the street to enter a park, maybe you had seen some kind of animal or whatever bullshit it was a soul like you were interested in.
“C’mon you little bitch, I'll let you fucking do drugs if you move your ass over here right now,” that was a total lie, obviously it was, but Adam was trying to get you back and he really had no idea how to do it properly.
Another angel walked up to him, she seemed slightly worried about the situation that was playing out, “Have you tried retracing the steps?” Adam shoved her out of the way, “Fuck, you think I'm stupid? Of course I have!” The lady who just had wanted to help flinched away from the first man and was quick to take off once his attention had shifted away from her.
He rushed through the entire park, even looked at the entire thing from above in hope he would be able to spot you, but nothing. Once his feet were back on the ground he broke down on a park bench, his hands were covering the LED face that was displayed on his mask and he was done with it, there was no way he'd find you before sunset - which was when Sera was expecting the both of you to return.
He was completely fucked, there was no way he'd be able to explain to Sera what had happened. And even worse: what if you got hurt? Shit, he didn't even know why he cared about that, you were just some random soul he had met a couple hours ago but yet there he was, worrying about your fucking ass.
Adam flinched when he heard the sound of metal clicking against his mask and turned his head around. There you were. A soft smile was curled around your lips and you held a cone of ice cream in your hand as if nothing had happened, “Y’know,” you started to speak up and pointed to the thing that was resting on top of his mask now, “For someone who talks about ‘fucking bitches’ a lot you're a fucking pretty princess.”
Adam reached for the object you had placed on his head and looked at it closely. It was a fucking golden tiara. It had tiny purple gemstones attached to it and it surprisingly fit his aesthetic pretty well. He stared at the shiny accessory for a moment before he put it down on the bench, got up and lifted you over the bench he had been sitting on. Before you knew it your ice cream cone landed on the ground and Adam pulled you into a bone crushing hug, your feet still dangling in the air, you simply decided to wrap them around his waist. The taller man didn't seem to mind it all that much.
“Don’t you fucking dare to ever run off again you little shithead,” he whispered as he held you, the face of his mask was pressed flush against your neck. “And I thought I was the one having a thing for you when clearly it's not one sided,” you teased the first man, your hand playfully grabbing his horns and pulling him away from your neck to look at him. “You heard that?” he asked in a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Yeah,” you shrugged, “Next time when you're looking out for me, do better.” Adam couldn't help but simply stare at you in pure disbelief. There was simply no fucking way he had missed you. “Also,” you looked down on the ground where your ice cream cone was melting, “You owe me ice cream, idiot.”
“I swear I'll fucking get you a shirt that says 'If lost, return to Adam' or some shit in case that ever happens again,” Adam mumbled and even though he sounded slightly annoyed, he seemed pretty happy you were back. “Oh, it will happen again, trust me,” you simply grinned.
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Just Want to Play/ 2
Pairing- Mingi x Named Reader
Word count- 4k
Includes- Mingi is tattooed and nail painted black, pining, oral, blow job, pussy eating, face riding, cum eating, cock riding, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, some fluff
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One week later
Mingi POV
Laying in my bed, I stare at the ceiling, not able to sleep
I haven't been able to sleep since I was with her
It's not even about the sex which was fucking amazing
It was holding her after, watching her sleep in my arms, feeling her cuddle against me that I can't get out of my head
It's everything I ever wanted
I've loved my best friend since I can remember
Wanted only her
I had other girlfriends, then fuck buddies but none have ever captured my attention the way she does
And she has no idea
Even now, after what happened, I don't think she knows how much it meant to me
I doubt she'll ever see me the way I wish she would
And I'm too scared to say anything, too scared to risk our friendship
So I sit back and watch her date other guys, support her
And wish she was mine
I was ok when she was dating strangers, guys I didn't know
But when I found out about her and San, I was fucking devastated
And I took it out on San
Avoiding him, snapping at him when he spoke to me
He finally asked me what my problem was and I lied
I told him I was jealous that he got to fuck my best friend first
And I asked him to talk to her for me but I didn't want her to know it was me until the day of
I was scared of her rejection
He was more than willing, telling me that her and him fuck casually
Which also pisses me off but I can't do anything about it
And I thought maybe it was just lust
Maybe if I was with her these feelings would go away
I was wrong
So wrong
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I'm sitting on my couch with the TV on but I'm not watching it
It's just on for noise
I'm either thinking about her or falling asleep
These sleepless nights are catching up with me
But even if I fall asleep, it's never for long
I'm feeling drowsy, my eyes closing when the doorbell rings
The loud ring startles me awake, making me jump
"Jesus", I mutter as the bell rings again
Standing up, I amble to the door, opening it
"Jo?", I ask, shocked to see her standing there
I don't remember us planning to hang out today
"Hi Mingi", she smiles, making my heart beat faster
I let her in, closing the door behind her
"Did you text me?", I ask as we plop down on the couch
"Oh uh no. Are you busy?"
"Nope", I answer, looking over at her, "I just thought maybe I forgot we were supposed to hang or I didn't read a text or something"
"No, I kind just showed up", she says quietly, "I uh..wanted to talk to you"
I'm getting a little nervous
We haven't really spoken much since last week
"What..what uh do you wanna talk about?"
"Well...", she says, trailing off, her gaze meeting mine, "Kinda wanted to talk about what happened last week... with us"
I nod, anxiety filling my body, "Yeah sure"
"Where did you go? When I woke up you weren't there. San was asleep next to me"
I'm jealous that San was there with her but realistically it's his bed, where else would he sleep?
"San woke me up when he got home", I explain, "I felt bad that we were asleep in his bed, so I left. You were so tired and couldn't be woken up. San told me to just leave you. He moved you to one side of the bed and said he was gonna crash"
She nods, "Makes sense since he was all the way on the other side of his massive bed"
San has a huge king size bed
I feel better that they were on opposite sides of it while me and her were cuddled in the middle of it
Not that it means a damn thing
"I was a little disappointed that you weren't there when I woke up"
I perk up at that, "Oh?"
She nods, her cheeks pink but she avoids eye contact
"Sorry"
"No I get it", she answers, "I uh also wanted to tell you....I had fun. With you"
I swallow hard, trying not to get my hopes up
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Shit Mingi, you fucked me so good I couldn't walk when I woke up"
I blink in utter surprise, "I..really?"
She nods, "I was so sore. And when I stood up I just fell down. San had to pick me up and carry me to the bathroom then back to bed. He had to massage my legs for like an hour so I could walk"
"I'm sorry", I apologize, horrified that I fucked her so hard I hurt her
That wasn't my intention at all
"No it's fine, I didn't tell you to get you upset or anything", she asks
"Oh uh ok...well why did you tell me?", I ask, curious and confused
She didn't have to tell me anything or ever bring up what happened again so I'm wondering why she is
"Well....uh...I'm just gonna ask you ok?"
Ask me what?
"Uh alright?", I answer
She takes a breath and looks at me, "Can I play with your cock Mingi?"
I blink, in complete shock at what she just said
If she did say it or maybe I'm imagining it
"Uh...what?"
"I want to play on your cock again. Can I?"
Ok my fucking god she did say that
"Yes", I answer immediately
It would never be anything but yes
"Are you sure? I don't want you to just say yes. I want you to want to"
"I do Jo. I really want to", I assure her, "I had a lot of fun with you too"
"Oh..that's good", she murmurs, glancing over at me, "So...now?"
I'm so good with now
"Now", I confirm
She smirks, then shoves me back hard on my couch, her hands already pulling down my sweatpants
Once they're off, her hands are pushing my shirt up, her lips pressing kisses into my abs, shivers running up and down my spine
My god, her lips feel so good, her kisses so good
I watch her tongue lick my skin before she kisses it, that sight driving me out of my mind
She kisses up my body, pushing my shirt up with every inch she moves
And I'm just laying in a daze, my skin trembling against every peck
Getting to my chest, she sits up, tugging on my shirt, "Off Mingi"
I nod, sitting right up and letting her pull it off me
Then I'm laying back down immediately, her lips kissing my chest, on the right dragon tattoo
I watch her kiss that one, then the other, trailing kisses up higher
When her lips sink into my neck, I let out the most embarrassing moan as she kisses right into a spot that feels amazing
"You sound so pretty baby", she murmurs, her hand sliding into my hair and tugging as she kisses right into my neck tattoo
I move my arms around her, holding her against me as her tongue licks me
"Fuck", I groan, her pretty little chuckle so sexy as she laughs in my neck
She begins her descent down my body again, kisses leaving fire on my skin, her fingers trailing after her lips
She pulls my boxers down as she kisses along my dick, making me gasp in pleasure
Leaving my boxers down to my thighs, her tongue slowly licks up my length, moans leaving my mouth as my eyes stay locked on her
"Didn't get to suck your dick last time", she murmurs, "Was a little disappointed"
"Ssss....sorry", I stammer, "I....I didn't....didn't know"
"Now you do", she smirks, "I like sucking dick"
Well that is definitely something I did not know about her
"Yours is huge", she says, licking under my head, "And I'm going to try to get it all in but I'm not sure I can"
That is more than ok
Any part of my cock in her mouth is good with me
"Please don't be mad at me if I can't", she says, giving me wide innocent eyes
"I won't...I promise. I won't be mad", I whimper
I can never get mad at her normally, I especially won't be mad about anything to do with sex
She nods, "Ok Mingi"
With that, her mouth moves around my head, sucking softly but quickly right off the bat
My body is thrown into incredible pleasure, the sight of her mouth around my dick arousing in itself
I never thought I'd see this in my entire life
She moves down fairly quickly, sucking away, spit falling down my length that's not in her mouth, her hand around the base, stroking up and down in time with her sucking
"Fuck", I whimper, my cock hitting the back of her throat the further down she goes
My head pushes into her throat, the tight space spasming as she chokes, the sound so pretty
I don't want to hurt her though so I start to pull back
"Uh uh", she growls, shaking her head
I stop moving and she pushes my head and now more of my cock into her throat
Her pretty eyes water, her spit all over my cock, dripping down, so messy and I'm so here for it
I like sloppy blow jobs
And I really like her blowing me
She starts bobbing her head, the sight of my cock moving in and out of her mouth mind blowing
And the pleasure is out of this world, every nerve in bliss
She moves down slightly with each bob down and I watch her desperately try to get my whole cock in her mouth, sucking like her life depends on it, tears streaming down her face
It's not working so well though
"I can't do it", she pouts, pulling off my dick, my mind exploding
She sounds so upset that she can't deepthroat my whole cock
I have no clue what to do with that
Her tongue slides up my length, licking against the underside of my head, then sucking there slightly sending chills down my spine
"Maybe I just need more practice", she says, her tongue swirling around my slit
Did she say practice?
"I uh..."
"Are you gonna let me practice? Let me blow you again?", she asks, her wide eyes staring up at me innocently, "I like sucking your dick"
Jesus Christ
I don't know if she's just saying this in the moment but I'm more than happy to let her practice on me
"Mingi!", she whines, sucking on my head loudly, "Can I practice with your cock?"
I nod immediately, "Yeah. Yes"
She smirks, "Good"
And her mouth is around me again, going down as far as she can, sucking like her life depends on it, jerking me off at the same time
My god she really does know how to suck and make it so pleasurable
"Mmm", she moans, choking around me, her teary eyes watching me
I groan in bliss as she brings me closer with that fucking mouth of hers
"Cum down my throat", she tells me, her tongue all over my length, "Wanna swallow it all"
"Fuck", I murmur as her mouth takes me in again, sucking hard
I move my hand in her hair, holding on as she throws me into a mind blowing orgasm
"Fuck, Jo! Oh fuck!", I cry, shooting cum down her throat as bliss wracks my body
I keep my eyes on her, groaning when I see her swallow, her throat tightening again and again, making everything ten times better
I hold her in place as I cum, her mouth still moving, still sucking
When it's over, I gape at her, never having felt such ecstasy before
"Fuck baby", she murmurs between sucks, looking at me, "Your cum tastes so good"
My mind implodes at her words
"What?"
"You taste so yummy. I swallowed it all. Look"
She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out so I can see that she did indeed swallow it all
That gesture makes my cock throb in her hand
God, she's so hot
My body trembles on its own as her tongue licks my underside, then sucks on my head
Quicker than I thought possible she gets me rock hard and I'm so fucking surprised
Pulling off me, she sits up, her eyes on mine
"I'm gonna sit on your cock now", she murmurs, getting in my lap
"Please", I whimper, holding onto her hips, excited
I want her so badly
Aligning me to her hole, she sinks down, taking my head inside her
"Fuck", I cry as she slowly moves down my cock, her tight cunt welcoming me in
"Mingi", she moans, the sound of my name in her voice so fucking pretty, driving me crazy
Her hand moves down her body, her fingers rubbing her clit as she pushes down my cock
"Oh Mingi, yes", she cries, closing her eyes, her head tilting back, her cunt getting so much more wet as she slowly takes each inch, her fingers rubbing faster
The incredible sight of my best friend playing with herself as she takes my cock is seared in my memory, something I will never, in my lifetime, forget
"Mingi! I'm gonna cum on your cock", she pants, so close to bottoming me out, her cunt pulsing like crazy, "Please, can I cum on your cock?"
"Yes, yes baby. Yes", I moan, the pleasure she's giving me driving me crazy
She bottoms me out, my head nestled and rubbing her spot, coming at the same time
Her pussy chokes my cock again and again as bliss hits me
I watch the clear sight of her coming around my dick and I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful
Her hand falls away from her pussy as she leans back, holding herself up
I don't even think, I move my hand to her cunt, rubbing her clit, keeping her climaxing for a few seconds longer
"Mingi", she cries, her legs shaking around my body
When she finishes, her eyes open, her gaze moving to mine, a smirk on her face
"So good baby", she coos, leaning her hands on my abs, "Gonna make you feel so good right now"
Before I can say anything, she starts bouncing on my cock, up and down, throwing my body into pure pleasure
I watch her tight hole split around my length as she impales herself on my dick over and over, her cream coating my shaft with every bounce
"Oh fuck Mingi", she murmurs, her breathing increasing
I can't stop my hands from roaming her body, touching her soft skin, feeling it tremble under my touch, my eyes moving to her wiggling boobs
Her hands move to mine, putting them over her boobs, keeping her hands over mine and squeezing
"Touch me Mingi", she moans breathlessly, "Fuck, I want you to touch me so badly. Ever since last time I want your hands on me"
I can touch her no problem
Her hands slide to my wrists, my hands squeezing her boobs, the black nail polish I'm wearing so stark against her soft pale skin
Her body is sweaty, a pretty sheen covering her, her hair drenched, tears falling down her face from pleasure
She looks absolutely gorgeous
"Fuck, you don't know how long I wanted you on my cock", I whimper, watching her ride me, feeling the utter bliss she's giving me, "How long I wanted to hear you moan for my cock, cry for my cock, scream on my cock. How long I wanted you to want my dick inside you. Only mine"
Fuck, I fantasized about her for fucking years
For just this moment
Her bouncing on my dick, tears down her face, crying my name from the pleasure
Just like she is now
"Wanted my cock inside you for so long", I murmur, "Just wanted to wear your cunt like my favorite cock sleeve"
"You can", she cries, tears cascading down her pretty face, "You can wear my pussy anytime Mingi"
Fuck, I wish
"Don't lie, Jo"
She shakes her head, her hips dropping her pussy down my length over and over, the cream leaking from her cunt all over my cock and lap
"I'm not", she cries, "Fuck, Mingi, love being on your cock"
"Yeah aegi?", I murmur, "You take my cock so well. So small but you take all of me each time, fitting so perfectly around me. Wanna be inside you all the time"
"Please baby", she sobs, her body arching as she shakes in pleasure, "You can wear me all the time. Like an accessory for your cock"
I really like that thought
To just have her whenever I want
And it's not just for me
To be able to pleasure her, eat her cunt, make her cum all the time is so enticing
It's a wish I doubt will ever happen
"Mingi, gonna cum", she cries, her fingers digging into my arms, her hips lifting and dropping like lightning, riding me harder than any girl ever has
Giving me ecstasy like no girl ever has
"Fall apart on my cock baby", I demand
"Mingi!", she screams, doing just that as her cunt squirts all over the place, drenching my dick, my lap, my abs and my couch, her hips rocking on me, keeping my head rubbing her spot
I watch the stunning sight in awe, breathing hard
Her body spasms as she finishes, sucking in breaths as her eyes slowly open
I look at her through my sweaty hair, wanting nothing more than to keep pleasing her
Grabbing her hips, I move down the couch, laying down flat
Lifting her off my cock, I move her over my face, pull her down as I lift my head, my tongue all over her, tasting her sweet cunt again
"Oh fuck, Mingi", she whimpers, her legs shaking around my head
I keep a firm grip on her thighs, holding her against my mouth as I eagerly eat her pussy
Running my tongue along her slit, her pretty lips open for me, her cunt so soft, so wet against my tongue
I tease her hole, slipping just the tip inside her and pulling out before she can clench down on it
She whines, making me laugh as I keep playing with her
Rolling my tongue over her clit her body shivers as soon as I touch it, a loud pornographic moan coming from her
I switch between licking her clit and sucking on it, her pussy completely watering my face the more I play with her throbbing bump
And I absolutely love it
Her hips start moving as she grinds her pussy against my tongue, her breathing increasing, her hand sliding into my hair, holding on hard, moaning my name
I finally shove my tongue in her cunt, her hole throbbing hard, sending pleasure right to my cock
Sliding out of her hole, I run my tongue up to her clit, sucking on it once, the slide back down, dipping inside again
I keep pleasuring her this way, her hips moving faster as her cries become louder
I know from how hard she's pulsing around my tongue that she's close
The next movements have her coming against my face and I eagerly shove my tongue up her cunt, letting her orgasm all over it
Her sweet cream fills my mouth and I groan into her as I swallow greedily
Her hips still once she finishes and I take the chance to lick her pussy clean
She moves down my body, sitting on my stomach, looking down at me and smiling softly
"Now it's your turn to cum"
I just nod, so turned on
"Where do you wanna cum baby?"
"Inside", I say immediately, "Wanna cum inside"
Her smirk widens, "Wanna fill me up like you did last time?"
I nod
Hell yes
"Ok", she giggles, "I liked being full of your cum last time"
My eyes widen, shock hitting me
She's shocking me so much today
She turns around, pulling my boxers completely off and moving over my lap in a reverse cowgirl position
She reaches behind her, holding my dick up, looking over her shoulder at me
"Watch my pussy take your cock", she says
Yes ma'am
She sits on me again and I have the perfect graphic view of her cunt impaling on my cock
Her little hole swallowing my cock, cream leaking down my length, her pussy lips opening so beautifully for me
God, it's so erotic
She bottoms me out, her cunt squeezing impossibly tight, making me gasp
She begins to move, bouncing, sliding to my head then back down, engulfing me back in her tight welcoming cunt
With each bounce, she clenches around my cock the entire time, throwing my body into bliss, moans just spilling from my mouth
I watch her pussy stretch around me over and over, her cream making a pretty ring around the base of my cock and smearing around her hole
"Mingi", she cries, her cunt spasming and choking my cock in a vice grip, the wet sound of her pussy taking my dick so loud and pornographic
She calls my name again, coming on my shaft, the skin of her back spasming in pleasure
Ecstacy tsunamis over me as she yells, "Fill my pussy Mingi!"
Gripping her hips I pull her down my entire cock, throbbing and spilling cum into her orgasming pussy, stars blasting in my vision
"Fuck Joanne!", I gasp, the feeling of her pussy milking my cock utterly amazing
I can't believe it feels this mind blowing
We ride out our pleasure together, finishing at the same time
Letting go of her, she moves off me but doesn't go far, turning back around to face me
She lays down on top of me, burying her face in my neck, cuddling into me
My heart pounds in surprise but still, I wrap my arms around her, holding her
"I think", she pants, "That I want to keep this going"
I breathe in, hoping she's suggesting what I think she's suggesting
"You...want to keep sleeping together?", I ask quietly
She lifts her face from my neck, her eyes on mine, nodding, "Yeah. If you want that. A friends with benefits things"
I want it
It's the only way I can be near her, be with her and I'm taking it
And hopefully, maybe, she can see me as more that her best friend
Maybe she can develop feelings for me
I can always hope
"Yeah, I'd want that", I tell her, then continue, wanting to be clear about everything, "If we do this, then are we just sleeping with each other? Exclusively?"
"Yeah Mingi", she nods
I hesitate, "And San?"
"I'll tell him that we can't sleep together anymore. That I'm only going to be with you"
Relief fills me about that but I also don't want San to be upset
"He's not going to be mad?"
She snorts, "No. He's fucking some other girl too. One he likes but he's unsure if she likes him like that too. Now he can just be with her, stop being a coward and tell her how he feels"
I swallow at her harsh words
If San's a coward then so am I
It's just hard to tell someone your feelings when you don't know if you're gonna be hurt or not
So I get San's hesitancy
But I'm not telling her that
"Ok Jo", I agree, "I'll just be with you too"
She smiles brightly, "Great Mingi"
I smile back at her, happy that she's somewhat mine
She lays back down, her head on my chest, right under my chin, "Can we nap now?"
I chuckle, "Tired?"
"Yeah. You wore me out"
I laugh louder, "Yeah Jo, we can nap"
"Mmmm good", she murmurs, snuggling against me more
Holding her tightly with one arm, I move my other hand in her hair, playing softly with the strands
"Mmm feels good", she whispers, her eyes closing
I just smile as I close my eyes, grateful I can hold the girl I love in my arms, even if it's for a short while
It's better than nothing
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i need oscar to be jealous of my guy best friend or smth and then tell him hes gay
it happened to me with my ex a few years back and the mf was JEALOUS jealous. never been fucked so good in my life🙏
(I live for oversharing sorry everyone🫶)
clearing out inbox/drafts
you play it up when you realize oscar’s jealous and it results in great sex. nothing crazy, you just talk about him a little more. invite him over to hang while oscar’s at a race. you don’t keep it secret, in fact, you tell oscar every detail. before bed, you talk on the phone and blabber on about the movies and shows you watched with your best friend. he comes home and ravishes you every time. you do a little experiment. race weeks where you don’t mention him, you go to bed a few hours earlier.
one night, oscar almost chokes when you mention shopping with him and say, “i got a little surprise for you! actually, he helped me pick it out. he thinks you'll really like it.” you refuse to give any details other than, "well, technically, it's for both of us." he’s imagining you picking out lingerie with another man after that and it makes him feel sick. he comes home to a new blender and fucks you on the counter next to it, glaring at it bc he's mad another man suggested it to you.
a few hours later, you're painting your nails on the couch while watching a movie and say, "oh! i forgot, nate wants to go on a double date later, he wants us to meet his new boyfriend." you finish the last nail, close the cap and set it aside.
oscar just stares at you for a moment before sputtering, "boyfriend?"
you hear the confusion in his voice and match it in yours, raising your brows in confusion for good measure, "yeah?"
"he's gay?"
you cock your head and blow on your nails, like he's asking something obvious. "yeah?" you sound bored now.
"hmph. you could have said that sooner. you said you went shopping and got me a surprise, i thought you went lingerie shopping with him.”
you can't help but giggle, "why would you think that? the blender was your surprise.”
oscar huffs, nudging at your calf with his foot. "you said you got me a surprise we could both use. every time you say that, there's a new matching set. said he helped you pick it out." you gasp as he calls you out on the pattern. he squeezes your side and you jolt as his fingers dig into your ribs, "you did that on purpose, hm? wanted to make me jealous?"
you shake your head quickly, "no! i always hang out with-" he suddenly pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him, you jerk your hands up in the air to avoid brushing your wet nails on anything. you squeak, “my nails are wet!” he presses your hips down against his and it takes everything in you not to drop your hands down to tangle in his hair or feel up his chest and arms.
he nods, and drags one hand up your side, all the way up until it reaches your wrist, he grabs both in one hand and drags them towards the shelf above the couch, “you won’t need them. hold the shelf.” you brace your hands on the shelf, carefully planting your hands flat on the surface to protect your nails, and he drops his hold to bring his hand back to your waist. his voice makes your stomach flutter when he adds, “keep them there. i’ll give you what you want. no need to make me jealous.”
you open your mouth to apologize, but he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours as he grinds your hips down on his own.
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OH YOU BETTER WORK!!
Synopsis: You “accidentally” send your clothes to your boyfriends address and demand a fashion show
Inspired by this video: 💋
Tags: Fluff, wholesome, comedy, and Soap
Johnny (Soap) MacTavish
“babe” you hear Johnny say through the FaceTime call
“Hm?” You replied not looking at the phone while you paint your nails
“What is it” you ask again now looking at your phone since you didn’t hear Johnny reply
“I think you sent something to my address” Johnny said while showing the package in the camera
“Ooohh!!! I was wondering where that went, I thought they forgot to send it and was going to request a refund” You said while looking at the logo on the package
“Do you want me to drive over and give it to you?” Johnny put the package down and looked around for his keys
An idea popped into your head
“no no no” you frantically say as he pauses and waits for you to continue your sentence
“Try them on for me” you say
There was a pregnant pause
“I think those polish fumes are getting to your head darling” Johnny chuckled
“I’m deadass” you said as you put on your most serious face as you stare into the camera as Johnny stares back at you
“Babe I-“ Johnny was about to start before cut off by a
“AHHHH PLEASE PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP!! YOU WONT HAVE TO BUY ME LUNCH FOR THE WHOLE WEEK PLEASE I PROMISE I PROMISE JUST THIS ONE THING UGHHH” you screamed into the phone
Johnny knew you were lying about the lunch because he knows how you get when you’re hungry
Johnny rolled his eyes and told you to hush and you did
“Fine WOMAN! I will put the clothes on mkay” he said with a tight lip
You smiled “prop the camera up so I can get a full body image, it’ll help me image it on myself”
Johnny does what you ask and opens up the package
“Dear God woman, where and why did you even buy these clothes??” Johnny said confused and scared as he picked up a few articles of clothing
“I was just browsing and seeing what I might like to see myself in. Now enough questions, get on with the get down okay?” You said as you put yourself in cross cross apple sauce position and watched Johnny changed
As Johnny was about to lift his shirt he caught a glimpse of you looking like a mad woman in the camera
Eyes wide , staring deep into the camera, and breathing deeply
“Back up, damn. Creeping me the fuck out” Johnny said while letting go of his shirt and about to cover his camera
“ ILL CLOSE MY EYES” you said as you saw his hand
Johnny rolled his eyes
“You better” he said and went back to changing
“No promises tho…” you shut your eyes peeking a bit
“Huh???” Johnny said
“They’re closed” you said irritatedly, but nevertheless closed your eyes fully
In the midst of you eyes being closed and rocking your self side to side
You hear a bunch of “my gods” “would this even fit?” “my body would swallow this” “trashy” “ooo a wig” “why is my nipple on display?” “THONG?!”
“Hurry up” you said impatiently as you hear him grumble his complaints
“I’m almost done, hush! You can’t rush art” you hear him smack his lips
“Okay andddddddd done” you hear Johnny say out of breath
You open your eyes
“Good God” You say aloud and cover your mouth to stop the giggles from erupting from your body
“Speechless? I know babe” Johnny said as he bit his lips and rubbed his hands together
Visual: Johnny is wearing a pink crop top with some short shorts , with a white fur coat and a purple bob wig to match
As tears begin to fall down your eyes and the laughter managed to escape your mouth
Johnny gave you a full blown show
I’m talking twirling, strutting towards the camera, twerking a little bit
You even put on beez in the trap by Nicki Minaj to give him the all experience bad bitch vibe
“BITCHES AINT SHIT AND THEY AINT SAYING NOTHIN!!” You yelled out while you got up and starting dancing
“YOU BETTER EAT JOHNNY!! YOU BETTER WORK!!!” You yelled in the camera as Johnny started dancing along with the lyrics
As the music came to an end, you hear the door open from the Johnnys side of the phone
Immediately Johnny is frozen in his spot
“Could you pleas-“ you hear a familiar voice and automatically align it with Simon (Johnnys roommate)
There was a pause in his sentence, as he continues
“Playing a little bit of dress up?”
“Yeah…” Johnny replied
“good, good, It’s good to pretend” you hear Simon say
You cough awkwardly
“You look beautiful” Simon chuckles out
“Oh fuck off and get out” Johnny yelled out and went to close his door and lock it
“Please keep it down Princess” you heard Simon yell behind the door
You’re having a giggling fit as Johnny picked up his phone and looked at you
“Never again” Johnny says
“Okay okay, I promise” you replied with a smile
#simon riley#cod fanfic#cod fluff#fluff#black reader#trtlebuns#johnny mactavish#soap x reader#soap x you#soap mw2#soap cod#john soap mactavish#soap fluff#comedy#task 141#141 headcanons#tf 141#mw2 141#headcanon#imagine#soap imagine#Johnny MacTavish imagine#black reader x soap#black reader x Johnny mactavish#facetime#nicki minaj
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Lavender Haze (by @kenobicoffee) a josh x reader fic (18+ MDNI)
A/N: It’s taken forever, but it’s here! Yay! Lemme know what I can do to get better, and leave a comment if you liked it!
Word Count: 3k, ~20 min read
Outline: You and Josh are getting high and watching music videos when you both get a little bit too turned on. Passionate making out leads to Josh asking very politely to eat you out while sitting on the couch as he jerks himself off to completion.
Trigger Tags: cussing, drug use (weed), period sex, oral - f receiving, masturbation, praise kink, sub Josh if you squint
Vibe Tags: romantic, eye contact, the FLUFFiest of smut, goofy ahh shenanigans, heavy musician vibes, lots of foreplay (patience is a virtue) theatrekid!Josh, poetry💕
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“This is officially worse than the blankets,” you said as the soft Tennessee rain pattered away while the last track of an LP faded with a click. Josh sat up from his reclined position on the couch next to you, the warm glow of a lamp forming a halo around his sepia curls.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” he retorted, his buzz accentuating the midwestern drawl. He took another lazy drag of the joint you two had been sharing for the evening, and you shifted to look at him. Your gaze fell on the curve of his profile, and as he exhaled, you wondered for the millionth time what angelic painting he’d fallen out of to bring him here. Just seeing him lie there in the light of the evening made that pit in your stomach travel lower and lower, and you had to look away before your mind wandered too far where it shouldn’t go.
“Oh nothing,” you teased, arms crossed, “Just that I’m always cold at two a.m. when I wake up to find Puck has stolen all my blankets.”
It was this kind of banter that made him feel like home to you, like all of human history and art encapsulated his smile.
“How dare you besmirch the name of Mr. Goodfellow?” His voice had a regal air that might have sounded Shakespearian had his eyes not been half shut. “In this house? Blasphemy!”
“Joshua Michael, you are hogging that joint, and you know it.”
You stretched out your hand as he took one last dramatic pull, making sure to look extra innocent as he exhaled.
“I’m sorry mama,” he grinned, murmuring apologetically. “I’ll be good now, I promise. You want me to put another record on?”
“Absolutely not,” you said, “You’ll scratch it like you did the Bon Iver EP.”
He shrugged amiably and reached for the tv remote, “Guess we’ll do it the old fashioned way then.”
After several slow-motion clicks, he managed to open the Youtube app and a lyric visualizer for a psychedelic pop group began to play. You closed your eyes and breathed in deep, your nervous system beginning to level out for the first time in a week. With a heavy exhale, you started to melt into the cushions.
An arm pushed behind your back and around your midsection, and before you could register, Josh had nestled himself under your arm with his head on your chest. Instinctually you played with his curls, running your nails up the nape of his neck to just below his t-shirt collar. He hummed in approval of your light touch.
Soon, a down-tempo r&b tune was playing, and you felt him pick his head up slightly to look at the screen, “Oh shit, I forgot how incredible this music video is.” Your eyes fluttered open, nearly bothered by the interruption of your meditative state.
Colors and bodies flashed in and out of frame, and the characters leaned closer and closer till they were nearly on top of each other. They swayed and clung to each other's waists while a breathy vocalist sang of a need for touch, a desire to be felt. It was the kind of softcore thing you couldn’t quite pull away from, and you could see he was watching intently too.
“I love your algorithms–they don’t make any fucking sense,” you chimed in, hoping your nonchalant tone would hide how much you secretly enjoyed the mood shift.
Without breaking his focus from the screen, he began to run his fingers on your stomach, mirroring your scratches to his head and neck. “I can’t be defined, babydoll,” he responded, his delivery maddeningly vague. “You know the same production team worked on the video for…”
You lent an ear while he spiraled off on a tangent, seemingly unaware of the amount of lust that was building in you simply from hearing him speak. He was intoxicating, and even as blurry as you were, you couldn’t deny how welcome his touch felt. With every pass of his palm further up your torso, you hoped he’d overreach and graze your breast. And why not? You thought to yourself, What’s so different about tonight?
You surreptitiously shifted your body lower beneath him, the devil on your shoulders’ voice becoming almost unbearable. By the third or fourth song your pulse had quickened not insignificantly, and thoughts of him running his hand underneath your shirt to find your hardening nipples there had replaced all fuzzy exhaustion.
You tried to recall why a nagging feeling in the back of your mind kept steering you away, but it was all turning up blank in the thick cloud of dopamine. Still, you knew it couldn’t be nothing, and decided on compromise: One little kiss, that’s all. He’s not even paying attention. And so you brushed the curls away from his forehand and laid a deep kiss there. He was so warm against your lips it felt nearly impossible to break away, but as you did he quickly lifted his gaze to meet yours.
His lips parted softly as if to say something, then all at once they were on yours, moving with grace and hunger as you tugged gently on each other. He sat up straighter, lips never leaving yours as he balanced his weight on top of you. Your hands pressed firmly into his lower back, willing his pelvis to roll against yours, and you felt that same heat starting to build beneath his boxer briefs too.
You wanted to feel him, to hold his slight waist close to yours and run your fingers down his back till his whole body was covered in chills and desire. He broke temporarily from your lips and sighed as you ran your fingers from the nape of his neck all the way down to his tailbone. His chest pressed against yours and anchored you to the moment—two souls sharing a singular fluttering heartbeat.
His solid hands held your back and you reached to hang your arms around his neck. The movement forced him to burrow his nose into the crook of his neck, and he wasted no time peppering the delicate skin there with the same hungry kisses. You could feel the pressure leaving red welts that you’d have to attend to in the morning. Tonight though, they only served as proof of the affection he felt for you too.
He could’ve stayed content to hold you like that forever, but the building heat between you two was so saccharine, you felt you owed it to whatever hedonistic god to indulge yourself. Without hesitating, you slipped the neck of his t-shirt up over his curls and discarded it to the side.
The smile that met you was nothing short of a sunbeam. You could tell he hadn’t been sure what tonight held either, but every time you took initiative like this he knew it gave him permission to worship you like the goddess he always claimed you were.
He pulled himself to a seated position on the ground in front of you. You followed him forward while he settled on his knees, hands running up and down your body. They found the hem of your t-shirt and slipped seamlessly beneath to find your breasts. He held you steady as he rubbed your nipples in small, gentle circles.
You felt your back start to arch slightly at the pressure, and just as your kisses were gaining speed he reached a hand up to your chin and held you there, the other continuing its rhythm on your breast.
“God, you’re perfect in this light,” his words were breathy and sincere, and you wished with everything in you to swallow them whole and feel the light rush out through your pores. He set his lips to your jaw, inching further down your throat till he was nearly below your neckline.
“Help me out?” he breathed between quick kisses, never one to let clothing keep him at bay. You acquiesced immediately, pulling the edge of your t-shirt up over your head and out of mind.
Goosebumps covered your naked form, and you shivered. Noticing them, he paused his procession to run his palms up and down your arms. You grinned at him, jaw trembling slightly, “Sssee? Always making me cold.”
“You’re like poetry.” His voice was deeper now, deeper than you’d heard it in a while. His hazy eyes followed an invisible trail he mapped along your sternum, and the goosebumps multiplied. You saw the notch in his brow furrow as he began searching for something to say.
“I would not paint — a picture —
I'd rather be the One
It's bright impossibility
To dwell — delicious — on —”
Fuck.
“And wonder how the fingers feel
Whose rare — celestial — stir —
Evokes so sweet a torment —
Such sumptuous — Despair —”
“Oh Joshua,” was all you could breathe out in response, your chin jutting forward, crease on your forehead betraying how desperately you needed him. Your cheeks burned as he crashed back into you for a full and hungry kiss, his tongue reaching for more. Feeling your reaction, his hand traveled back down to your waistband.
Finally, like a ghost in the mirror, you recalled why you’d been so hesitant earlier. A millisecond to spare, you shot your hand down and caught his wrist. You could see a dart of panic in his eyes–he was afraid he’d upset you.
“Is this ok?”
“Yeah, yes, It’s just—” more color returned to your cheeks, and the words started to bubble over, “If you take off my pants it’ll get messy: it’s like, day four of my cycle. I totally spaced, baby, I’m sorry.” Your words were exasperated as you mentally kicked yourself for letting your brain fog this badly.
He pulled back to look you in the eye, faux sternness furrowing his brow, “Hey love?” You raised an eyebrow in answer to his sudden shift, “Full transparency: I couldn’t care less if you’re on your period, let alone what day.”
“Are you… are you sure?” Now your own brow was knit, skeptical of his sincerity. It wasn’t that you doubted him, simply that you needed confirmation. Your pulse quickened slightly and you focused your waning attention into his velvet brown eyes, searching for any apprehension he might have hidden for your sake. To your great surprise and relief, you could find none.
“I mean, god knows I’ve come face to face with a bodily fluid or two,” he flashed a devilish grin that spanned his entire face.
You quirked a small grin back, trying to feign indifference even while your heart was beating out of your chest, “Well, sure. I mean… really?”
“Really,” he continued, batting his eyelashes,“Maroon makes my eyes pop.”
“You’re a mess,” you said with a giggle.
“I will be.” He gave your waist a reassuring squeeze as he shifted his weight off his knees. “I’ll wear it like a badge of honor, '' he promised solemnly.
You thought about protesting once more just to check, but before you had a chance, his palms had slipped behind your lower back and he was pulling you towards himself. Your body shifted till you hung just barely off the edge of the couch, his hands effortlessly tugging your sweats and underwear off in a single tug.
“Theeeeere she is,” he exclaimed softly, a low hum building in his tone. With the shift in your weight came an equal one in mentality, and you felt your anxieties start to lift. It had been a while since you’d let him take full control, and the pure indulgence of it all was bringing a fire to your core the likes of which you hadn’t felt in months.
Slow and methodical, he parted your knees, gracing them with the backs of his fingers first, then tenderly running his hands along your thighs as he hummed softly, mostly to himself.
“Mmmm, it's like–what’s the new Hozier song?” He searched his hazy brain for the lyrics while he continued to run his hands along your skin, seemingly unaware of the tizzy he’d put you in. “I’d tell them put me back in, coach! Yeah, that’s the one…”
He tittered on as if speaking from an entirely different point of view, his words seemingly unaware of his thumb which was rubbing itself up and down your inner thigh. He swooped ever closer to your clit until he graciously pressed there in gentle circles.
“Take me to church!” He crooned, a lopsided grin washing over his face before bending to land soft kisses on each thigh. With a final glance up at you and the ghost of smirk that suggested he might be more coherent than he was letting on, his lips graciously smoothed over your sensitive clit. His tongue licked up your vulva to encompass all of you in smooth, wet pleasure.
“Oh god,'' you tried not to shout, although the work he’d done up to this point made you feel nearly ready to burst in record-time.
“Mhmm” he murmured into you. You could feel his lips smiling: he loved talking you through your pleasure. The rumblings always went straight through your center like electricity and gave you the deepest orgasms, which in turn fueled his.
He continued his sucking and tonguing, sometimes soft and light, then all at once more firm and deliberate. His lips were like waves crashing again and again to a steady unheard beat. As you found a common tempo your breath deepened with every exhale, and you released a sigh of your own. The melody, though quiet at first, shortly matched his in pitch and intensity.
He’d hum and you’d moan an echo to him, signaling your bliss in an ebb and flow of sounds shared between you; a language only you two could understand. His murmuring became groans and gasps as he came up for air, the temperature difference shocking your soaking cunt and exciting you even more. With each wave you ran your fingers through his curls, guiding his nose to press into you at the perfect angle, eliciting delicious moans which spurred the two of you on even more.
He clung to your hips as you began to roll yours into him, and he pressed his tongue greedily inside you, sending you dangerously close to the edge. “Baby, you’re doing so, so good, it might be soon,” you warned as you cupped his cheek in one hand, the other still pressing behind his neck to hold him in place.
He groaned and broke away with a smack, eyes half shut with the pleasureful haze filling both of your minds. “Hold on mama, I’ll get you there, I promise. Just gotta get these off,” he said, running his right palm down your calf to his boxer briefs. He hooked his thumb under the band at his waist while the other hand stayed anchored firmly on your knee.
The brief pause had pulled your mind temporarily out of the clouds, and you looked down to see that the arc of his cock was indeed reaching a fever pitch too strong to be ignored any longer.
“Oh god, baby I- I’m sorry I wasn’t even thinking, let m–” but as you went to sit forward the hand planted on your knee jumped up to your abdomen, pressing you back into the couch with a soft thud.
“Why are you saying sorry?” He stared directly into your eyes and continued pulling his boxer briefs off slow and deliberately. The question was as much a command to relax as it was an invitation to watch.
“If I needed your help, believe me baby, I’d ask.” His hand was on his cock now, already wet with so much precum, and the stare he was attempting faltered slightly as his fingers graced the tip.
“I’m not above begging–you know that,” he said, his voice gruff, erring a half step lower every time he reached the base of his cock. You felt your breath hitch, eyes flitting between his beautiful stare and his hand that continued stroking up and down.
“I bet you’d like that a lot, wouldn’t you?” His tone was darker, fueled by the eye contact, when suddenly—“Sicko!” he cried, his character voice nearly making you choke. You both erupted into bubbling laughter, and you shook your head slightly, brushing a rogue curl out of his eyes–He lets the intrusive thoughts win every time.
“Oh my god. Babe, you’re literally eating me out on my period,” you responded, dropping your hand firmly on the scruff of his neck again. He jumped slightly with the force of your grasp, and you could see his cock twitch the slightest bit more. You leaned in to match his energy, and with the darkest voice you could muster, confessed, “the sicko is you, darling.”
“Oh, right,” he said, a hazy smile floating back onto his face. His eyes closed as he lowered back down, “Right… fair point.”
His lips returned to your cunt, the promise of sweet release spurring him on to the finale. His movement was steady but desperate, and the smooth and consistent wake of your hips was shortly replaced by a more sporadic, forceful tide that pushed into him with vigor. He took it in stride, moaning as his own wake of pleasure began building in him.
You could tell he was moving his own hips at a quicken pace, as if imagining his cock was pushing deep inside you while he lapped at your drenched center. He spread his knees further apart, arching his back in order to bring himself closer to orgasm. His body was practically writhing underneath you, just the taste of you bringing him closer and closer.
The image of him completely at your mercy made every neuron in your brain fire simultaneously, and you moaned with a finality that let him know it was time.
Without warning his lips moved to encircle only your clit, and the focused sucking there sent you so dangerously close you nearly sobbed as you cried out, “Baby, come with me–on me, please.”
With a final cry you felt him oblige you, and he let out a long moan as you found yourself crashing into your orgasm. The release sent fireworks to your psyche, and he let you take over with your fingers the way you liked in the midst of it. He stood and watched you writhing with all the pleasure he’d given you, and with a final groan he joined you in ecstasy.
His head thrown back, he pumped himself onto your pussy, his mess joining your own and adding to the pleasure you were currently riding yourself through. Placing his free hand to your side, he knelt down closer and rubbed the sensitive head of his dripping cock in the folds of your vulva, spreading around his cum till both your sensitivities had become nearly too much to handle. Even then, he continued rubbing the shaft of his cock on your throbbing cunt till you gasped slightly from over stimulation.
His forehead met yours wordlessly, and you stayed there for a moment, breathing heavy from exertion. He sighed as he let his body flop down next to you, temples still touching. You ran your fingers up and down his arms, body still stuttering in the afterglow. The exhaustion was setting in, and you had to force yourself to open your eyelids to look at him–you needed to kiss him one more time before you fell asleep. He too had his eyes closed, a bleary smile playing across his face as if he were replaying pictures of you in his mind. You kissed him softly on his nose, still slightly wet and rosy, and his eyes fluttered open. As your pulses returned to their normal pace, he grabbed a blanket to clean you both up.
“We can wash it,” he said reassuringly, noticing your slightly reluctant side eye. Blanket in tow, he cupped his hand gently around your pussy and worked softly to make you feel as clean as possible. Once he was satisfied with his work, he tossed the blanket away to pull you in closer.
“You are entirely too good to me,” you whispered, the siren song of sleep finally taking its toll.
“You are entirely too good, momma,” he whispered back, and you both slipped away as the rain sang you into the deep blue.
#gvf fics#gvf fan fiction#josh x reader#greta van fleet#josh kiszka#gvf#greta van fluff#greta van smut#greta van fic#greta van fleet fan fiction#my first fic#my first smut
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Bathtub
In this fic, you are introduced to another OC - my girl Alice "Al” (Jasmine’s roommate)
CW: emeto, burping
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“Jazz, what the fuck is that?” Alice asked, her finger pointed over at Jasmine’s painting that was propped up on an easel in the living room. It was a depiction of a naked man wearing a cowboy hat while riding a large hog and swinging a lasso around in the air.
“This is the commission piece I told you about,” Jasmine said matter of factly.
“Yeah, well, you left out the most interesting part,” she laughed. “Is the, uh, naked man the one who requested the painting?”
“Oh, yeah. I think so. Sent me a photo of his face and told me to give him a large muscular physique, and an even larger…ahem,” Jasmine giggled as her eyes trailed down the canvas. The two broke out into a loud fit of laughter.
“Man, people are freaks,” Alice stated, shaking her head. She walked over to the kitchen and untied the bag of white bread on the counter, tossing a couple pieces in the toaster.
“Well, this freak is about to make me over two hundred bucks richer, so I say, let their freak flag fly,” Jasmine smiled, adding some more flesh tones to the hogs body. Alice wandered around their small kitchenette, collecting an overripe banana and a jar of Jif peanut butter. She tapped her foot while waiting for the toast to pop up before slathering a generous amount of peanut butter and mashed banana on top.
“Take a break from naked guy and help me go through some Tinder picks,” Alice called out, as she plopped herself down on the gray futon and crossed her legs
“It’s not like you need my help. You always swipe left on the ones I like anyways,” Jasmine replied.
“Exactly! If you like them, I know they’re not for me,” Alice snorted and took a bite of her toast. She could hear her friend sigh and set down her paint brush. “You pick women you think I’ll have some sort of meaningful connection with, but this is Tinder. It’s meant for hook-ups, not long lasting relationships,”
“But doesn’t that get old? I mean, don’t you want a relationship?” Jasmine asked as she curled up next to Alice, readjusting her orange boho skirt.
“Do you even know me, Jazz?” She said incredulously, a smirk hidden behind her full cherry lips.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot who I was talking to. The queen of sluts,” Jasmine teased.
“And proud of it, baby,” Alice grinned before taking another bite of toast.
“Ya know, most people don’t make their sexuality into a personality trait,” she joked, tucking a loose strand of black hair behind her ear.
“I’m not most people,” Alice said with a mouthful of peanut butter. She smacked her lips as she swiped through photos of young women in the area also looking to date. “What about her?” She pointed to a brunette named Lexi, who was also twenty-one. Slightly chubby cheeks were adorned with light freckles, but what stood out the most were her breasts. She was wearing a low cut v-neck dress with an obvious push-up bra, and was nibbling on the nail of her forefinger that clung to the side of her lip like a fish hook.
“She’s definitely your type,” Jasmine said while uncrossing her legs to stand up and walk back over to her easel. Alice had a thing for femme girls with big boobs.
“Ugh. Says she’s looking for her soulmate,” Alice scoffed, swiping her finger left on the screen. Jasmine rolled her eyes and returned to her painting when a sudden cramp had her bending over. She pressed a hand against her normally flat stomach and found it slightly bloated. In her head, she tried to figure out how many more days it was until she was supposed to get her period. If this was her period, it was a week early, but she tried not to think too much of it as the cramp eventually passed.
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“I think I’m gonna order Chinese for dinner. You want something?” Alice asked. There was a little Chinese family restaurant right outside campus that they frequented, so much so, that the owner knew them by name.
“Uh, no. I’m not that hungry,” Jasmine replied. Her stomach had felt off all evening, and that in and of itself was enough to cause her anxiety to skyrocket. She would get the occasional cramp and found herself stifling acrid burps, attempting to hide her discomfort from Alice.
“I’ll order you some dumplings, just in case you change your mind,” Alice said with a smile. It was a sweet gesture. She knew how much Jasmine loved dumplings. But right now, her stomach churched just at the thought of putting anything in her mouth. A flood of salty and bitter saliva coated her tongue and she felt another burp rise in her chest. Covering her mouth with her fist, she swallowed the burp back down. It made a squelching noise in her tummy, loud enough for Alice to hear. But if she did, she didn’t react.
“I’m gonna go study,” Alice announced before making a beeline to her bedroom and closing the door. All that gas she kept swallowing down was really hurting her belly and she needed to get it out. She laid down on her purple bedspread and slipped a hand under her t-shirt, rubbing wide circles along her bloated flesh. A gurgle rumbled up her chest but died in her throat and she sighed. Feeling overly warm, she removed her flowy skirt and threw her hair up in a loose bun.
Looking at her phone, she realized it had been almost two days since she’d talked to Brett. The morning after her boyfriend got sick at the restaurant, she messaged him to apologize for not staying over at his place that night. She wanted to be there to comfort him, like any good girlfriend should, but her intense fear of being around someone throwing up wouldn’t let her. Since that night, she had been trying to keep herself busy, distract herself from the events of that evening, and also the fact that Brett hadn’t responded to any of her texts. It had been eating at her, not knowing what he was thinking. What if he was ghosting her because he wanted to break up? Not that she would blame him. They had only been going out for a few months. It would be an ideal time to bolt, before things got too serious.
A tear leaked from the corner of her eye and she quickly wiped it away. She had already spent the morning crying into her pillow, and didn’t have the energy to go another round. Her tummy let out an unhappy whine and she curled up on her side, bringing her knees up to her chest. All she wanted was Brett to be there to rub her back until she fell asleep. Maybe this is how he felt Friday night when she abandoned him? But she didn’t abandon him, she reminded herself. His brother was there. He was fine.
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The sound of the front door slamming jolted her out of a light sleep. She must have dozed off. Jasmine heard Alice’s combat boots clomping on the kitchen tiles and the sound of plastic bags rustling. For a moment, Jasmine forgot what she was doing before she fell asleep, but a wet hiccup brought her attention back to her stomach. It felt sour and overly full, even though she hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. Deciding that a hot bath may help her relax, both physically and mentally, she slipped her skirt back on and grabbed a change of clothes.
Alice was already stuffing her face by the time she walked out of her bedroom. There were several Chinese takeout containers on their tiny dining room table, including two pork filled dumplings. Jasmine repressed a sudden gag at the thought of eating them, holding her breath to escape the nauseating smell as she walked past her roommate on her way to the bathroom.
“You okay, Jazz?” Alice asked, a noodle hanging from her lip. Refusing to admit that she didn’t feel well, Jasmine tried to play it off.
“Yeah, just tired,” she lied. “Figured a hot bath would help me decompress and get ready for the week.” Alice eyed her suspiciously.
“Alright. Well, I’ve got your dumplings here. Did you want me to leave them out for you or put them in the fridge?” She asked.
“Fridge,” Jasmine quickly spat out. Her tummy let out another grumble, and she bolted away to the bathroom. By this point, she had started to panic even more. The whirling in her gut pushed her over the edge from queasy to full blown nauseous. Looking in the mirror, it was obvious that she was sick. No wonder Alice had asked if she was okay. Her skin was a shade lighter than usual, and the yellow undertones had been replaced with a tinge of green. Sweat beads peppered her temples and forehead, and her lips were pale and dry.
The urge to cry was strong, but Jasmine knew if she gave in, it would be an admittance that she wasn’t okay, and eventually spiral into a panic attack. Throwing her change of clothes over the towel rack, she stripped herself of her slightly damp clothes and turned on the tap. While waiting for it to fill up, Jasmine collapsed on the closed toilet seat and bent over with her head in her hands. The room had started to tilt and spin around her, like she was on some tortuous carnival ride.
Jasmine looked up in time to see that the bathtub had almost overflowed. As she scrambled to turn off the water, she tripped on the bathmat and banged her knee against the tub. Biting back a yelp, she collapsed on the bathroom tile and sat there for a few minutes, taking deep breaths to try and steady herself. Eventually, she felt stable enough to climb in, sighing as the warm water washed over her sore limbs. She tried to ignore the continued sloshing in her belly, moving in turn with the bath water.
A sudden wet burp had her scrambling to cover her mouth with her hand. A second burp came shortly after, then another, and another. They were quick and fairly soft, but definitely sick sounding. Jasmine’s cheeks flushed red. She really hoped Alice couldn’t hear her uncontrollable burps through the door. At the same time, she wished her friend was there to help calm her down and reassure her that everything would be fine. She really didn’t want to be alone, but she also didn’t want to ask for help.
A tight belch constricted her throat and brought up a bit of stomach acid. She started to cough over the soapy water as tears trickled down her cheeks. At this point, Jasmine started to think that maybe she should get out of the tub and go kneel in front of the toilet. It was too little too late though, as her tummy spasmed and its contents were forcefully expelled in a violent heave.
Jasmine barely heard Alice’s knocks on the door as she gagged over the soiled bath water. There were chunks of vomit everywhere from her projectile explosion.
“Jazz, what’s…oh shit!” Alice exclaimed, throwing the door open and stepping inside. “Are you okay? What the fuck happened?”
Alice couldn’t answer, too distraught and embarrassed about what had just transpired. Her face was wet with tears as she stopped gagging and started to sob.
“Hey, you’re alright. I’m gonna help you, okay?” Alice knelt down next to the tub, careful to avoid the puddle of sick that had sloshed over the edge.
Jasmine brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. “I…w-want my…want b-brett,” she spluttered.
To be continued…
#sickfic#emeto#emetophilia#burping#vomiting#nausea#upset tummy#bloated#my writing#jasmine sato#emetophobia
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Hello 👋 can I pls request dating headcanons for Julian, Schnauder and Duke Grane? Thank you ❤️
𝚂𝙾 𝚞𝚖 𝚑𝚒, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.
🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: uhm bad writing, not proofread, a bit toxic, lots of baby fever, ooc kinda
*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ ✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*
🚩🅳🆄🅺🅴 🅶🆁🅰🆈🅽🅴:
✾I've done this mf before but ya know what, maybe I can bust out some more.
✾So let's start with before Jiwoo.
✾before he got defeated by Jiwoo and his ego took the most massive hit ever, he honestly wasn't half bad.
✾made time in his tight schedule to spend time with you.
✾not just training but also just for hanging out with you.
✾you guys binge watch horror movies because he thinks romcom is dumb (it's actually because he starts giggling like a fucking high school girl whenever something cheesy happens)
✾he tries to act all macho and shit during horror movie nights but he isn't as slick as he might like to think. Yeah, you very obviously notice the way he jumps slightly whenever the ghost pops on the screen out of nowhere.
✾I mean how could you not, you're basically using him like a chair. And he isn't bothered by that.
✾cause after a long day of training, he's sore as hell and your body on him feels like a weighed blanket that makes him forget the pain and numbs the soreness.
✾kind of reserved and not into PDA. Like the most you'll get out of his is probably hand holding and he barely tolerates that.
✾but when he's jealous or feels like he needs to show people (and you) who you belong to, he gets 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝.
✾straight up spanks your ass whenever he's passing by.
✾drags you into the bathroom and latches onto you like a leech.
✾leaves hickies in the most conspicuous places known to man.
✾literally everyone is staring at you and he's acting so fucking smug when he sees the guy that has been getting too close to you burn with anger.
✾literally a petty baby.
✾will get so mad if you don't let him do your eyeliner.
✾and if you watch a show alone that you two were supposed to watch together but he was absent because he was going around the world whopping ass.
✾will not look at you. Act like you betrayed him and will be glued to the opposite side of the couch muttering about how evil you are.
✾might flirt with others to make you jealous.
✾will not tolerate the same treatment.
✾very whiny and bitchy.
✾will say some really harsh things when he's mad.
✾it's likely that you guys are already betrothed or about to be.
✾will train you if you're weak.
✾if he loves you enough, he might, rare chance, might share a teensy tiny bit of force control. Especially if you're weak as hell.
💍🅹🆄🅻🅸🅰🅽 🅿🅰🆃🆁🅸🅲🅺:
✾have done him before too but eh.
✾let's talk about before Jiyoung because honestly... He changes so much and it gets so depressing for you.. .
✾anyway ahem.
✾at some point in his life. When he was probably quite young, he probably hated you cause he had to marry you when he got older. But obviously he later found out how awesome you were and fell for you.
✾literally the best boyfriend ever.
✾learns how to braid if you have long hair because he adores it and wants to play with it.
✾will also learn how to do makeup. Because he wants to spend even more time engaged with you and he gets a bubbly feeling in his chest when you smile at him and tell him he did a good job (bro got a praise kink).
✾him doing good and making you pretty makes you happy and you being happy makes him HAPPY HAPPY.
✾will let you paint his nails. Will get upset if you don't use gray, black or some dark color because that's his aesthetic. But don't worry, he won't whine even if you use that puke green shade, but there will be a depression cloud around him.
✾will not mind if you try to put makeup on him but will try to make sure that he ends up looking presentable and somewhat professional.
✾you forgot your coat? Oh don't worry suddenly it's too hot in here and he doesn't need his coat anymore.
✾he might get a bit peeved if you puke on his favorite suit, but he won't stay mad for long because those obviously don't matter when he has you and also because he's holding your hair back as you throw out dinner into the toilet pan.
✾dates with him are mostly domestic because he likes the comfort of his home and just being with you without those nosy officials breathing down your necks.
✾cooks for you on every occasion. He doesn't care about gender norms, he loves you and he likes keeping his darling healthy and happy with good food. Also because he's a bit paranoid about your safety and is scared that you might get poisoned.
✾will let you put silly clips in his hair and make him look ridiculous but only in the privacy of his or your rooms. He does not want his brother to have blackmail material.
✾if he somehow ends up looking professional, fashionable and good though, he might wear it to work.
✾is literally so jealous whenever you baby his brother.
✾literally glaring holes into the poor guy's back as you talk with him, bring him sweets and just treat him oh so well.
✾gets seriously upset when you come to visit them and hug Ian first.
✾will give you silent treatment for 2 hours before caving.
💪🆂🅲🅷🅽🅰🆄🅳🅴🆁:
✾he's kinda hard to do cause we don't really know much about him but I'll try.
✾I'm kinda stuck on one thing though. Which is, I feel like he doesn't have the patience or time to le le lay lay and play around with you and if you guys met a long time ago, like 3-5 years, he'd be married to you by now but he also might play around.... But if he did, he would break up in like 1-7 months. So if he's been with you longer, you can probably assume that he plans on wife-ing you up.
✾very reluctant to get into a relationship with you if you're weak.
✾because 1. He has a reputation.
✾2. He doesn't want his enemies to target you.
✾if you're strong than he's less reluctant but still a bit paranoid of you getting targeted.
✾makes a brutal example out of anyone who tries to touch a single hair on your head.
✾will slap your ass in public, if his underlings are around? Even better.
✾instructs Roist to take care of you and protect you even if you're wayy stronger than the boy.
✾he says it's free training opportunity for him.
✾this man doesn't quite care about his apprentices. But when he sees you treating Roist like he's your son, treating his injuries, helping him train, interacting with him casually, it makes something warm in him bloom and spread throughout him.
✾literally starts imagining how you would look like with you belly full of kids, all round and cute, waddling around and whining, so fucking cute. (Tits filled with milk 👀)
✾but it wears off easily too when he remembers how troublesome children are. And how low his patience is when dealing with them.
✾he thinks that maybe he doesn't actually want babies, maybe he just like the image of you knocked up and full because that makes you just so 𝙃𝙞𝙨.
✾but he also feels a sort of longing in him whenever he watches you interact with teens or toddlers. Maybe with you, he doesn't mind having mini demons running around.
✾will train you if you're weak and help you grow strong and then date you.
✾he's self aware of his physic and in turn, treats you like a porcelain doll.
✾likes to take you shopping. Loved to see you all dolled up just for him. Just loves to spoil you in general.
✾it comes off as a huge surprise but he's great at cooking.
✾but he mostly chooses to lay back and let you do the cooking because he loves the sight of you wearing aprons.
✾if you're a healer, he sometimes intentionally get flesh wounds. They're pretty harmless as they don't have that much harmful residual powers. Because he loves being fretted over by you, his lil baby as you nag him to be more careful.
✾no matter how pissed he is, he will never harm you. He loves you too much for that.
✾if you're a fan of muscles, he'll have a huge blush on his face as he laughs and boosts about himself. In the privacy of his room of course.
✾likes to carry your stuff for you. No matter how light it is.
✾lives for seeing you in his clothes.
✾intentionally puts things out of your reach so that you would have to call him over to get it down.
✾will get moody if you call for Royst or use a ladder to get it your.
✾magically all ladders have vanished over night after you did that.
✾and suddenly Royst has become deaf because he acts like he doesn't hear you and runs off.
✾if Royst makes a silly mistake, he's looking your way for help and Schnauder immediately gives up trying to punish him because you'll be sad and pouty and huffy, he doesn't want that.
✾regrets introducing you to Royst.
✾will be on his ass the moment you look away.
✾please never leave him for Royst's safety. (Dw he won't die)
✾loves cuddling you, especially with you laying on top of him with all your weight on him.
✾insecure about your weight? Girly, he can carry you in one hand alone. Don't you worry about being too heavy.
#eleceed#eleceed x reader#world academy#frame#duke grayne#duke#julian patrick#julian x reader#eleceed julian#eleceed julian patrick#julian#schnauder#duke x reader#schnauder x reader#schnauzer
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Hype Train! Little Mouse~
F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC
Part 1~
His Info: 📹✨
Part: 1 2
Hype Train! 1, Part 1, here!
!!!MINORS DNI!!!
CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, pet names ( pretty, pretty girl, little mouse, mousy, ), option for multiple partners(not poly or romantic, purely sexual) knife play, chase/primal play, blood play, blood consuming, almost oral on f!,
from this point on anything on “Hype Train! Caged Birds” will be the pregnancy path! i will be posting “Hype Train! Little Mouse!” parts as well, which will be the NON pregnancy path! Love y’all! hope you will enjoy 😚✨
“Are you serious?”
Jasper’s smile reminds you of a cat about to play with it’s meal.
“Really? What’s your plan anyway?” You swallow, “And…” you pause, looking over the cute gray and pink ears and tail. “Why a mouse…”
“You’re perfect prey, pretty. Why not a mouse~” His voice takes on an almost growl, fueled by a rapt starvation.
You take a deep breath in fruitless effort to calm your pounding heart, “O-okay… But then, why the maid dress…?”
“Personal preference” His grin widens showing off those fangs again.
At least he’s honest.
“Well… W-what if i can’t tell you apart?”
“Isn’t that part of the fun?? hmmm?”
“Oh! sorry, forgot my eyes!” Dev.In chimes in, and their eyes dim…
You can no longer tell them apart at all. You know Jasper was on the left…. Wait… O-or was that just Dev.In on the left. Their left? or your left… Wait no that doesn’t matter. Fuck.
“If you can do that why even have glowing eyes in the first place?!” You’re just frustrated and find the first thing to complain about.
They both shrug in unison and say “Personal preference,” in the same voice… With the same tone and stupidly hot inflections.
You grunt and spin on your heel with the box in hands to go change somewhere, before you feel a hand on each shoulder stopping you…
Your eyes glance between each… Sure the hands look the same. same paleness, mirrored veins and black painted nails, even rings on the same fingers.
But you know they belong to two separate beings. Your sigh is shuddery and drawn out, before they both step around you, boxing you in between them.
Oh gods…
They could’ve even switched places now that you looked away.
“Why don’ cha change righ’here, Pretty little mouse~”
You look between them both as they lean around you into your peripheral veiw, and you swallow over a swiftly growing nervous lump.
“kiddin’ pretty, we’ll go and give ya a head start. Jus’member, say avocado nd sall over. Kay?” The one you’re assuming is Jasper, grabs your jaw to roughly kiss you before the both leave.
A minute later you’re changed and ready. You walk around the house, it’s huge, with floor to ceiling arched windows, looking outside as the sun is setting through the trees is nice, but you’re trying to not get too distracted.
They’re on the hunt for you.
You didn’t think it would be that fun, or scary at all… but the anticipation and the knowledge they could be anywhere is really getting you there.
They aren’t gonna hurt you, hurt you. But every slight creak in the old building, makes you more and more on edge and alert.
Your hair stands on end.
The echoing clicks of your kitten heels on the wood.
Your beating heart in your ears, to almost swearing you can even hear your blood pumping through your veins.
Just the thought of them popping out around any corner is positively… Thrilling.
Your panties are cool from the dampness in the open air beneath you.
Suddenly a thunderous cacophony of thick glass shattering erupts from behind you!
Shards falling throughout the hall are so loud, and they sound close enough to touch you, though none even get close.
SHIT! It’s really happening!!
You don’t even turn to look where that sound came from, or what it even was.
Or who made it.
You break into a sprint down the hall and through an uncountable number of doors into darkened rooms.
They did say they had a couple surprises, yet you definitely did not expect property destruction!
Eventually you find yourself at a dead end… A room with only one door in or out.
You have to hide!
Quickly your eyes scan, falling onto a large wooden desk.
You crouch under it and catch your breath. Enough time passes that you almost stand, before…
*Bang* You flinch. *Shriek*
*BANG* it’s closer this time. *SHRIEK*
*BANG!* your body is trembling. *SHRIIEEK*
something is hitting the walls outside this room.
It sounds like…
A knife?
Stabbing the wood panels in the hall, and being ripped slowly back out. You cover your ears at the screeching, shredding of wood chipping.
You feel tempted to look.
Slowly and shakily you peer around the edge of the desk.
It’s one of them, entering the room, with a sinister cat mask now adorning their face.
It really is a knife! A huge freakin knife!!!
That wasn’t in the game description either!!!
What the FUCK.
Eyes wide you wait for them to enter the room all the way and then make your move to dash out.
There’s only a few places to hide in here, they would have found you eventually.
Luckily their back was turned, they’re looking into one of the other hiding spots; a closet. Giving you yet another head start.
“Haa haa” you puff out air as you run through more hallways.
*CRASH* You hear the sound of a window shattering only seconds before an arm yanks you by the neck and knocks the air from your lungs!
“Got chu lil mousy~”
You gasp for a minute, unable to breathe from the sudden shock. You kick into the air as they hoist you up by your upper body.
You land a kick to their shin, your heel makes them hiss, and you hear them laugh lustily.
They let you go long enough for you to run, by them time you turn your head forward to look where you’re going—*SMACK* right into the other Jasper’s chest.
They’re both here now, both with the same cat masks, and both with knives.
Footsteps behind you cause you to spin. Once you’re looking away from the one you ran into, they grab you by an arm and hold their knife up to your neck.
You freeze.
Eyes wide, you contemplate the safe word…
The one that’s walking towards you freezes, as if waiting for you to say it.
When you don’t, they continue their approach.
You lock eyes with their mask.
Once they’re close enough they push the knife against your stomach through your dress.
You feel the poke and suck in reflexively.
They trail it down, down, down so slowly to your middle. Every muscle in your boxed in body tenses.
They put a little pressure down there, and you feel the point through the fabric pushing up between your folds.
You push your body back taught against the Jasper that’s behind you, making small little grunts, and twisting to get away.
The knife moves away and you breathe.
The blade against your neck presses harder and you suck in again, as if you forgot it was there.
The Jasper behind you slowly trails the arm that held yours down your body. They lift you by your left leg, you hop helplessly before your right leg is just hovering slightly above the floor.
You feel the coolness of metal on your thigh now. Front Jasper is using it to lift the fabric of your frilly skirts.
The Jasper takes your panties and cuts them open.
Your wet pussy gets hotter when the cold air roughly slaps it.
“St-stop…”
“When you say stop now, it means
be rougher, kay?”
How rough will he actually get with you?
The blade’s tip ghosts over your flesh, he gradually applies more and more pressure until you feel it slice your thigh.
You let out a hiss, as the liquid creates a warm river trickling down your leg.
The Jasper lifts his mask enough to lick your blood straight off the sharp blade.
He crouches down in front of you, and you feel a little embarrassed as he ogles your cunt.
Barely able to even wiggle in the other Jasper’s grasp, you turn your warm face away.
The one on the ground, leans forward, he squeezes your thigh hard before slapping it.
Small drops of your blood splatter across his exposed lips, he licks them, savoring your flavors.
He brings his lips to the still bleeding cut, and swipes a slow stripe up with his flattened tongue to collect as much as he can.
Then he moves his face over just a little to your exposed pussy, you can feel his breath against you, and you push yourself harder into the other Jasper.
His breath is so hot against you, the anticipation has you whining and whimpering and you hole squeezing nothing.
You crave the contact so, so bad! “Stop! Please! St-stop!!” you groan, and writhe, hoping he’ll take mercy and fuck you right now, you don’t even care with what.
He trails his blood soaked tongue up your slit before pulling away again.
He brings his face to your dripping hole, and you sigh, shuddering with excitement. “Oh my god, please,”
“Y’almost sound like ya wan’ me to continue~”
Your brow furrows. YES. You do. You let out a grunt, and switch your focus wholly to the knife against your throat, and that Jasper. “N-no! Stop! Lemme go!” You squirm.
The knife presses harder, goosebumps rise over your body, if you squirm even a little now, it feels like it’ll cut you. Your body stiffens, and you hold your breath.
You feel Jasper’s hot breath grace your quim, again “haah” he finally leans in to tease and suck at your lips, before moving to swirl around your hardened clit.
He was right. Being chased and exhausted, and just wanting it so bad, leading up to them catching you. It feels like ecstasy, it feels like a well deserved reward.
You’ve been so good!
And good girls get their rewards, don’t they.
The heat in your core becomes unbearable until—
He pulls away, “Ya know, you got us both too excited t’day, Pretty. Wha’do you say? want both our dicks inside you?”
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My thought is simply a pussy drunk Bruce Wayne 🥰 I think it would be good for him (imagine him still with the makeup on too, oof)
◇◆ ── DREAM GIRL EVIL
a/n: okay but i literally couldn't stop myself from not writing this as a drabble. and you had to send THAT gif which just made the whore in me jump out. this is purely filth with a sprinkling, barely a dash, of feelings and i've set it in the blood along the mood universe. it's not edited in the slightest.
word count: 1k+
pairing: bruce wayne x fem!reader
warnings: explicit so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, cussing, angst cause it's emo bruce, oral (f receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, biting, cum eating.
Words would have been good at a time like this. Fuck, they would have better before now, but they were stuck in the back of your throat—trapped as he continued to take you apart piece by piece. You were as much of a puzzle to him as he was to you and this was his time to finally solve you. You were almost embarrassed how quickly he managed to render you incapacitated—the sounds coming from you garbled the longer he kept going.
But there was no room for that small inkling of shame to last. Now when he was practically sucking it out of you.
“Bruce,” you whimpered pathetically, eyes rolling back when he gripped your thighs that hung loosely over his shoulders.
You were a journalist for fucks sake. Words were your life, your career, and somehow they were gone from your repertoire of skills as you were reduced to nothing but a whimpering mess of limbs. His fingers dug into your skin, blunt nails cutting into you, but that spark of pain only added to the sensations. They piled on top of one another, shoving the air out of your lungs as he just kept going.
Heat burned through your veins—the sound of him lapping up your slick audible in your already small bedroom. He was enjoying this. That’s what shoved right to the edge of another orgasm that would no doubt rip the remaining energy from your body. He sucked your clit into his mouth, scraping his teeth against it and watched your back bow off the bed. A cry of his name bouncing off the walls. You weren’t sure how much longer you would last, how much you could take, but if there’s one thing you knew about Bruce Wayne…he was determined.
“I—fuck—I’m going to come,” you stuttered, hands shoving into his already mussed hair.
“Good,” he mumbled. His voice sounded strange…off.
You made the mistake of looking down and found him staring at you, a glazed look in his eyes as he continued his ministrations. The black paint around his striking blue eyes only helped to enhance them even more and for a moment you forgot he was eating you out like you were his last meal. For a moment you were simply staring at the man you loved. Except then you saw it. The subtle move of his arm shifting and you focused entirely on what he was doing—your heart freezing in your chest when the realization dawned on you.
He was fucking his fist as he went down on you.
The sounds of his wet hand wrapped around his cock suddenly became louder the moment you figured it out. Gasping, you felt your walls clench down, suddenly reminded of how empty you were, but his tongue running over your slit—gathering up your slick—left you breathless. You yanked on his hair, falling back onto the bed while your hips rolled forwards until you were practically fucking his face. Only he didn’t mind at all. In fact, he acted like he wouldn’t be able to live until you came into his mouth again.
Groaning, his eyes fluttered shut as he shoved his tongue inside of you, hand working himself over even faster—the need to come building up in both your bodies. He was lost in you; desperate for everything you could give him and more. When it came to Bruce there was always more. After years of depriving himself of touch, turning away from the sensitivity of loving someone, you found that he wouldn’t stop until you said you were done.
“Oh fuck,” you panted, pulling at his hair even harder. “I’m going to—”
He cut you off.
Wrapping his lips around your clit he sucked it into his mouth like candy, eyes focused on you as your legs clamped around his head nearly suffocating him. The building pleasure snapped and you sobbed out something you figured was his name. It was too much. Your nerves were set on fire, vision going white, but he continued to lick at you. Until the bottom half of his face was shiny and slick with your cum. His eyes shut, a broken moan tearing from him, his tongue running from your entrance all to the way to your clit to keep your orgasm going.
It wasn’t until you yanked his head away did he stop.
His hand pumped himself faster, his teeth digging into his bottom lip and you dragged him up your naked body, locking his lips with yours. The taste of you was spread on your tongue as you licked into his mouth. It had a shiver running down your spine the more you kissed him, sucking his tongue into your mouth and biting sharply on his lip.
“Are you going to come for me?” you cooed, eyes fluttering open to see his cock red and leaking over his fist that looked to be covered in…you.
He spread your slick over his cock before touching himself. You felt your swollen clit throb the longer you watched him try to bring himself to completion. Reaching down you cupped his balls, watching his eyes roll back and the vein on his throat stand prominent against his pale skin. He didn’t even take off the suit before he was dragging you to the edge of the bed—his cock pulled out haphazardly.
“Do you want to come?”
He nodded, whining out your name. “Please—”
Squeezing him, his hips bucked into you, the wet sounds of him fucking his fist faster now echoing around you. “Come for me Bruce,” you breathed, sucking his lip into your mouth. “Come on me.”
A broken shout hit your ears as you watched his balls draw up, body tensing, and he finally let go. The warmth of his release hit the soft skin of your belly and you took control when he let go to grip tightly at your hip—pumping his cock rapidly as he spilled over your fist. You’d always say the hottest thing you had the chance to witness in your life was watching Bruce come and this only solidified that statement in your head. He looked ethereal—the broken parts of his walls now falling around him with every stroke of your palm.
“There we go,” you whispered, smiling sweetly at him when his eyes finally opened. “You’re so pretty Wayne.”
His cheeks turned red, eyes shutting when his cock twitched in your palm. “Menace,” he grunted, thrusting his hips one last time.
Laughing, you brought your hand up to your mouth, licking it clean and humming at the taste of him. He watched in disbelief.
“You taste delicious.” Bruce didn’t know how to take compliments. Which only made you layer them on even more, enjoying the sight of his brain short circuiting whenever you got the chance.
Rather than let you continue, he shoved his lips on yours, licking deeply into your mouth and groaning at the taste of both of you combined. Neither of you would get used to it. The dizzying high of being together. But you couldn’t complain. Not when he looked at you like he would happily suffocate between your legs, getting drunk on the taste of you.
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Male mc being best friends with Raphael despite having the opposite personality of him, how do the brothers react?
admittedly some of these are more like scenarios than headcanons but please enjoy
also, Raphael x male mc content is in this
lil story
“Raphael is good looking” mc randomly says while sitting next to the brothers during lunch
“Right?!? Makes me wanna paint his nails and dress him up!” Asmo agrees
“It make wanna befriend-” mc was cut off by mammon
“Mc if you plan to try to befriend him just give up” Mammon says while trying to eat his food fast so Beel won’t eat it for him
“Watch me” Mc gets up from the table and leaves to find Raphael
“..how much y’all wanna bet he’s not gonna be able to befriend him” mammon says and everyone besides Lucifer raises their hand
Satan doesn’t know anything about Raphael but he raises his hand anyways to spite Lucifer
“You really think he can?” Mammon snickers
Lucifer nods and mammon says Mc has a week to befriend him (they never told mc about this though)
Three days later mc and Raphael are best friends
“RAPHAEL!” Mc yells while jumping onto Raphael
“Mc! Be careful” Raphael says catching Mc
“…what the fuck” the brothers reluctantly gives Lucifer 10k grimm
Lucifer
A duo he did not expect to see
He expected to lose the bet
It’s nice seeing Raphael so happy though
“How did you become friends with Raphael?” Lucifer asks
“That’s a secret” Mc winks
Lucifer is now worried on how you friended him
Raphael keeps you in check
And you help him loosen up
That could be both a good and bad thing
“Lucifer I’m going out” mc says in the most dazzling clothes he’s ever seen
“…going out on a date?” Lucifer asks
“No out with Raphael”you say while walking out the HOL
After a month of this it starts getting more.. romantic??
You eat lunches with Raphael
The brothers eat at the lunch table without mv and they all start talking about mc and Raphael relationship
“Soooo.. I get we are supposed to be happy but mc hasn’t ate with us in foreverrrr” Asmo whines
“Well we can sabotage-” Mammon suggested before getting cut off
“no” the rest of the brothers say in sync
“this is the happiest I’ve ever seen Raphael in…*chewing* forever” beel says
“It’s cute and all but I miss mc” Asmo cries
“Mc seems happier too” Beel says
“Mc is always happy though” Asmo responds
To summarize- he doesn’t mind
MAMMMMOON
First of all how second of all HOW??
He unknowingly third wheels
“Mc is mine” Mammon says wrapping his arms around mc chest
“..mc is there own person. You don’t own somebody” Raphael was ready to lecture mammon
Luckily Mc was there and stopped the lecture
“LETS GET ICECREAM!” Mc yells distracting Raphael
Mammon tries to share a ice cream with mc but…
“You guys shouldn’t share that could make mc sick” Raphael says while eating his pistachio ice cream
“WHAT ABOUT ME?!?” Mammon yells
“Oh and you too I guess” Raphael says
Raphael enjoys his pistachio ice cream with mc while Mammon bitterly glares at him while also eating his ice cream
If you want a useless detail- mammon ice cream was chocolate
Mammon thinks they are fighting for mc meanwhile Raphael thinks “wow I have a friend” and keeps forgetting that mammon is with them
“oh I forgot you were here aswell” Raphael says
Mc and mammon talk a little while Raphael continues to eat his ice cream
Anyways time to turn this story into a whole different direction, why? BECAUSE I CAN.
The trio walk into a huge crowed and mc felt his pockets get lighter
“Aw not again” mc says sighing reaching into his pocket and finding nothing
“What happened?” Raphael asks
“Someone stole my wallet again” Mc says not even surprised- it’s been the 7th time this week!
Raphael suddenly gets serious and tracks the demon who did it with mammon right behind him
“Uhh where we goin?” Mammon asks holding onto mc hand to make sure he won’t get lose into the crowed
“Finding that wallet.” Raphael says angrily
“Raphael it’s fine- it’s empty anyways” Mc says
It took a little convincing from mc and mammon to get Raphael to not kill someone because they stole a empty wallet
When I mean a little I mean mc and mammon had to pull onto Raphael arms to stop him from killing someone
LEVIATHAN
:D
He didn’t know about your relationship with Raphael
He didn’t hear about it until like… a week or two
After he heard about it went “oh nice” and went back o devilcart
It wasn’t until he went to bed is when he realized
“…wait a second… MC IS FRIENDS WITH RAPHAEL”
Leviathan realizes Mc can save him when Raphael gets angry at him
Leviathan went to look for a certain item when he spots you and Raphael in a mall
Leviathan freaks out and hides but Raphael spots him
“Leviathan.. what are you doing” Raphael says in a judgmental tone (he didn’t mean to sound judgmental)
“Oh! Uh! to yk… do stuff” Leviathan says
“Well it sounds like you aren’t doing anything so hang out with us!” Mc says
“But-” before leviathan could decide he was taken away by mc and Raphael
Five minutes of walking around the mall leviathan finally says something
“where are we going?” Leviathan asks
“Raphael wanted to get something” mc responds
“Raphael… WANTED SOMETHING?!? OH GOD IS IT GOING TO BE A NEW SPEAR?? OR WORSE A BAZOOKA?? oh no oh no oh no i should’ve stayed in my room” Leviathan is have a crisis while Raphael and Mc talk
“We are here~” mc humms
Leviathan looks up and sees “weapons and more” and leviathan is about to cry
“Leviathan why are standing in front of that shop??” Mc asks
Mc and Raphael stood in front of their destination and it’s a..candy..shop…
“..WHY IS A CANDY STOre BY THE WEAPON STORE??” Leviathan yells
Mc and Raphael comfort leviathan
“Sorry we didn’t know you had a fear of diabetes ” Raphael says patting leviathan back
SATANNN
Doesn’t know who Raphael is
He had no business to make that bet but did it to spite Lucifer
Take that Lucifer! *proceeds to lose the bet and has to hand over 10k grimm*
Sorta intimidated by Raphael
Satan and Raphael just ignore each other
That is until mc forced them together
A new trio is in town
Satan is extra careful with what he says whenever by Raphael
“Hey mc what does Raphael do?” Satan asks
“He’s a hitman!” Mc says blissfully
“A WHAT?!?”
“You guys talking about me?” Raphael says appearing out of nowhere
“Oh yeah! Satan was just asking-” Satan covers mc mouth and talks for him while mc contained to talk
“Oh you know- about your… erm.. YOUR WORKOUT ROUTINE!….” Satan was internally yelling to himself
“Oh” Raphael was gonna tell satan what it was until mc was finally able to talk
“Satan wanted to know what you did so I told him hitman” Mc says
Satan internally screaming is so loud that mc and Raphael can hear it too
“Oh- yeah I do that, I forgot” Raphael says
“HOW DO YOU FORGET?!?”
“Oh you know how Raphael is-“ mc was cut off
“No. No I do NOT know how Raphael is” Satan crosses his arms
The excited, the neutral and Satan, THE PERFECT TRIO
ASMOOO
Loves the dynamic
Probably rooting for you two
but he does get sad when you spend most of your time with Raphael
He gets it- Raphael is attractive but so is he!
One day he sees you wearing totally different clothes than you usually do
It looked amazing but it’s super different!
“Oooo mc you going out~” Asmo teased
“No? Why’d you ask?” Mc asks
“You are super dressed” Asmo respond
“Ohhhh Raphael made them”
Surprised to hear that
That’s WAY more romantic than wearing your s/o clothes!
“ARE YOU TWO DATING?!?”
“No! We are just bbfeead”
“…what”
“Best-friends-for-ever-even-after-death” Mc says
“..mc, sweetie I have no clue how you came up with that or remembered that but be who you are”
Asmo doesn’t sense lust from either of you
Then again you don’t need to feel lust to like someone
With the help of solomon he’s going to break this case of ‘is this a case of pining love or do they both like each other!’
beel! + Belphie..
hehe I’m about to fuse both these together a lot more
Anyways
“Beel what do you think of the situation?” Belphie questions
“Nom nom nom- uh I think it’s delicious”
“…did you say nom nom nom out loud and also- what do you mean delicious??” Belphie asks
“oh you mean mc and Raphael? I think it’s nice that Raphael has a friend”
“Well what if I told you that..it was romantic”
“I’d be happy for both of them??” Beel says
Beel ask if Mc and Raphael are friends or best friends
Belphie tells beel everything he knows
I feel like it’s a good time to mention Belphie for all his information from asmo
“They are probably just friends anyways- I don’t see Raphael as the romantic type” Beel says
“Woooow are you saying that because he can’t express emotions aswell as others?” Asmo says appearing out of nowhere
“no, but where did you come from?” Beel asks
“I was hiding under your bed but anyways”Asmo pulls out a board from.. somewhere
“hold up how-”
“Just because someone lacks or has trouble showing emotions doesn’t mean they can’t love that’s just stereotypical” Asmo spends two hours lecturing Beel
“oh..I’m sorry” beel apologizes
Beel and Belphie hang out with mc still but most of the time it’s with Raphael
Beel and Belphie don’t care as long he doesn’t pull out the spear
Beel is happy about Raphael being able to be more comfortable around people
Raphael notices how tired you looked one day and offered to carry you
“Are you sure?” Mc asks
Raphael nods and says he sees Beel carry Belphie all the time
“I might not be as strong as Beel but I can carry Belphie and humans tend to be lighter and easier to carry”
Mc smiles and agrees
Mc hops onto Raphael back and mc falls asleep
“Raphael why are you carrying mc?” Beel asks
“He was tired so I’m helping him” Raphael says
Asmo and mammon are in the background recording everything
“This is gonna be great for devilgram-” mammon grabs asmo phone
“Don’t post it- what if people think they are dating?!?”
“That’s the whole reason we are here- now give me my phone!” Asmo and mammon fight and catches the attention of Raphael
“What are you three doing here.” Raphael was ready to take out his spear but mc wakes up
“*Yawn* oh hi mammon!” Mc waves at mammon
Raphael sighs and bails
“…We almost died” the two brothers said in sync
if I ever get the energy chaotic duo of engineer mc and thirteen
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Hi love! I’m not sure if I requested this here or not (so if I did please ignore this and know I’m terribly sorry for asking again, I have a garbage memory) but if I didn’t, can I request an Eddie x reader fic where they’ve been in an established relationship (maybe like a year or 2). How do you think they would celebrate their anniversary? Like how do you think Eddie would be in particular, cuz I can see that lovable goofball being an anxious mess because he wants to do so much. But I’m interested to see what you think would happen in this sort of scenario, cuz you write Eddie so damn good ;)
Ok ok hear me out on this one cause I can so picture something: and it goes a little like this-
🍁love is kinda crazy with a spooky little boy like you🍁
Eddie yowled in front of you like a startled cat. You’d swear if he could, he’d raise his spiky hackles on end.
Does that thing with his arms, where he goes all shrivelled and squirrely. Mouth wide and shaped like a kidney bean as he shrieks.
Bravely though, batting the stuffed clowns cackling head, that just sprang out the shredded walls at you.
You’re lost wandering deep within the twisted seedy belly of the haunted house maze.
He punched his fist into the soft squish of the dummies head. Tufts of coarse blueberry coloured hair. Bulging chilli red eyes popping out at the pair of you. Grin all macabre on its stupid rubbery painted face.
He hates clowns. Doesn’t even like the one in that Bowie video.
“Fucker.” He hissed as he swiped at it again. Heart racing hummingbird fast in his throat.
Crushed his metal rings into it again, just because. Grits his teeth. He’s on edge.
Why did he agree to this scare jumping, spine chilling fuckery again-
Cause it’s stupid and fun. Get in the Halloween spirit. You’d said.
Then gave him a deep, beautiful kiss that was all toffee apple and pink pink cotton candy. Your tongue furred with sugar and, damn, how he suddenly forgot why he was ever mad. Haunted what? Scared, who?
“I do not like this.” He tells you.
Kept telling you, actually. His eyes go darting around corners. Gaze scanning ahead like you were tiptoeing enemies in a live war-zone.
“You’ve said that already.”
“And you apparently didn’t want to listen. So I’ll say it, once more, with feeling- I DON’T like this.” He repeats. Voice rising to a pitchy squeak.
He jiggles on the spot. Cagey. Jesus H Christ.
“Never again. I promise.” You smooth a hand to his chest and pat him on his Judas Priest shirt. Leaves warmth where you touch him that he’s too scared to enjoy right now.
“I mean what’s so wrong with the fucking bumper cars, honey? They don’t have dead fake mangled things everywhere with stuff popping out the walls- shit.”
He backs away sidewards, whimpers, edges away sudden, the wall next to him is broken wood slats and nails, with stubby zombie hands now poking through. Black rotting nails all split, half eaten flesh all green, yellow dirty bones exposed. Grunts of the undead leak through from the other side. Searching for your living juicy meat.
“I ain’t got any brains for you to eat. Morons. Go swivel.” He defends. It makes you smile.
“You like horror movies, Eddie, I thought you’d find it cool.” You try to offer in your own defence for getting you both in here.
His hand squeezes yours. Tight. Clammy with sweat.
“You can turn a movie off. Princess. You can press pause or take the video out, leave the room. It’s a small screen you can manage. I didn’t say ‘yeah sure, honey, drop me onto the fucking set of Night of the living dead. I don’t mind’.” He snaps quickly in parody. He doesn’t mean it nastily.
Despite everything, you can’t help it. You chuckle. He looks at you with a very specific look in his eyes.
You feel his hands grip for your hips in your pretty dress. He comes up right close behind you. You feel his hair brushing dry at the back of your neck. His lips skate against the crown of your head.
“Oh you’re so in for it if we make it out of here alive.”
“Theres optimism.” You rib at him. Reaching back to cup your hand over his cheekbone.
“Vamonos.” He encourages. Sneaking down and patting your ass softly.
You pass along a section of hallway where the lights blink, maniacal Vincent Price-esque laughs bubble up all around you. Rolling through the maze and snatching at your running heels.
Ghosts in jangling dragging chains with arms outstretched. Apple green eyes glowing under the white sheet. Groans and wails. The lilac purple gothic room full of creepy eyeless dolls, a chirpy lullaby from a demented music box tinkling away.
‘Help’ crudely scrawled on the walls in sticky fingertip blood, hand smears too, in the mouldy white tiles of the crazy surgeons dungeon. Screams pierce. Fake amputated limbs scattered across the operating table. Blood tinged saws and knives.
Now. He goes into his famous Munson defence mode. Scurrying along and keeping you pulled behind him. Arms braced out with you bracketed between them. Pulling you into his back and offering his own front as your shield.
The Dio vested Knight he was, all chivalry and manners, putting himself at risk for love of you. His maiden. His one. Maid Marian to his Robin Hood. Or more likely, as he liked to think of it, Marianne Faithfull to his Mick Jagger. Much cooler.
You looped your fingers through his. Pulling him back to your side.
“Don’t worry. I’ll always protect you, big boy.” You wink at him. Makes his heart squeeze and flash faster when you do that. You lean in and nuzzle a kiss onto his jaw.
He pulls you in closer. Your chest brushing into his. A twitchy sort of frenzy on his face.
“I just want you to know. If we weren’t in this hellscape. I would be making out with you so hard right now.”
“Noted.” You beam. Pulling him along again, shadows roll and flick over a movement down the corridor in your peripheral. You strong arm him away before the chain saw guy with the peeling rubber face and “human skin” mask could catch you.
That split cherry soft of your grin. He’s so soft for it. Lips pink from that watermelon balm you use that he never lets linger for too long. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like the silky taste.
You laugh and shriek when a guy in a skeleton costume, comes bursting cunningly out the slanted shadows of a corner.
“Leaving so soon?” He snarls.
“Eat shit, bonehead.” Eddie fairly screeches, and tugs you along with him. Body blocking you. Reeling you along to, hopefully, the fucking exit of this creepy hell hole.
Halle-fucking-lujah. It’s up ahead on the right. The lovely big green arrows pointing to the exit. Salvation. Freedom.
He yanks on your wrist and you run full speed towards it. Ghoul hands painted blue make one last attempt to rip at your clothes. Eddie bats them away.
Not today fuckers. Me and my lady getting out of here-
It’s definitely a relief when you come to the cooling wash of night air outside. It was stuffy inside. The cramped space choking with the smell of warm tacky plastic, and stale air lining the horror laden walls. The night air is so thick and blue out here you could drink it. Sticky opium of a bruising fall night.
The air is throbbing deep with autumnal scents. Warm bubbling cider. Fried funnel cakes. Buttery caramel popcorn and soft pretzels studded with salt. That definable gooey orange scent that comes gouged out the insides of pumpkins, pitted with seeds.
The wind isn’t threaded with a biting cold yet, but it promises too, as the treacly night drags on. Leaves, the colour of gold and apricot, crunch and snap under your feet.
Your favourite time of year. The best. The slice of the cold that has you reaching for chunky sweaters. Cold knifing rain on grey dour windows and gloomy days. Splashing your boots into autumn puddles mucked with leaves.
Horror movies, carving pumpkins, and baking orange and black sprinkle cookies with Eddie in the trailer.
He always went full tilt overkill and added way way too many sprinkles. More sprinkles than cookie, really. Lacing the place with the scents of sugar and vanilla dough. And home. Sitting out on the porch with a warm cider in your hands chatting to Wayne as he smokes. Laughing at Eddie whining about washing the dishes- getting excited that the cookies were rising too.
Eddie takes a deep breath. Scanning up at the haunted house maze you’d just stumbled through. His hand still very much clutched on yours. He meant what he said. He’d never let go. Eddie keeps his word.
Although the truth be told, he made you promise you wouldn’t let his hand go the second you stepped inside that maze.
You hadn’t let go of this hand for two years. You weren’t planning to start now.
And yes, the full fact of being here again is crashing into your gut. Making you all mushy swooning and sentimental. It was your tradition after all-
“Come on. Handsome. Let’s go. I’ll buy you a corn dog as a reward for being so tough back in there. Protecting me.” You nudge his arm to bring him in.
He steps towards you and curls you into them. Rubbing his arms along your sides. Looping hands around the back of your waist. He doesn’t say anything but he’s definitely smiling down at you. His belly pressed to you. Tilts his head. Pensive look on his face.
You’re touching in so many places. All tangled and wrapped up in leather and denim like you usually are around him.
“What is it?” You ask him. Scanning that maniacal face and those deep puddles of oozing chocolate eyes for an answer.
“It’s been two years. To the exact day.” He says softly. His thumbs smoothing over the backs of your hips.
You smile at his recounting it. “Believe me. Munson. I remember.”
“We were arguing. On top of that very Ferris wheel. Two years ago. When I first asked you out.” He points behind your hip with his finger.
Up towards the huge circular ride studded with yellow and red bulbs all the way around. A huge golden eye of dragging slow metal brushed against the navy sky.
“I was winning the argument by the way.”
“You always do. Cause I’m such a peach. I let you.” He winks. Grins all big. Shiny teeth.
Mainly he loses cause he just skips up to you like a jester, spins you around, and kisses you until you’re smiling again.
“…And it was the fourth time you asked me out. To which I finally relented, and said yes. Only if I can pick the movie and we can get cotton candy afterwards.” You beamed.
“You didn’t tell me you very vehemently hated heights.” He teased.
“I went on that ride for the excuse of being sat next to you for ten minutes, you dope.” You tell him.
It rips a chuckle out that pillowy lovely mouth. You slip your arms around the back of his neck. Sway into him. Narrow your eyes when he laughed.
“It worked. I got to kiss you and I got a date. Even if you did break all the bones in my hand you squeezed it so hard.” He recalled. He had blue knuckles for three weeks. Swollen sore. He couldn’t play guitar for a month.
He drags one curled knuckle over your cheek. Those eyes of yours he loves - the eyes he’s a servant too - are brimming golden, bursting with the fairground lights glimmering all around you. Threaded chilli red in your hair too.
“And you bought me the most huge pink cotton candy I’d ever seen.”
“Shaped like a fucking heart.” He smiled.“You feral little thing. Ate it all in ten minutes.”
“You helped.” You pointed out.
He leaned in and brushed his nose across your cheek. Into the nest of your hair. Kisses your jaw. You chuckled and slipped your arm up his back.
“Kissed most of it off your lips.” He remembers in a soft mumble, with a waggle of those brows. Lips planted against your cheek. Tone dipping naughtily into flirt.
Kissed and kissed until the sugar made him feel sick. Now he knew what the term lovesick meant. His metal and thorn wrapped rocker heart you had cupped safely in your hands. He’d never have it any other way.
You yank your hand into the back of his wild hair. Hold him still as you devour his lips with yours. Taste the Marlboro smoke that lived at a permanent address on his tongue. Pipped with the sweet toffee from the apple you’d both pecked at earlier. He’d kissed and bitten his pieces of apple right out your offered mouth.
Tasty as fuck, he’d said. He hadn’t even meant the apple.
He moans and you feel it shoot and slice to your belly. Gut punch love. His moans- they are better than music.
He cups you and keeps you yanked firm against his front as he kisses you back. Sneaks his tongue into your mouth, and the way it brushes yours makes your knees whirl all useless.
Damn his tongue should be criminal to be that good-
You don’t care that crowds of people are cutting around where you’re making out with your boyfriend. It was a carnival. High schoolers were dating and kissing horny all over the damn place.
What was one more star studded couple with hearts lodged in their eyes?
You cross your arms around the back of his neck. He tips into you. Skims his big warm hands up the backs of your smooth thighs. Resists cupping your ass in public- he should really get a medal for that. C’mon-
When you pull back, he chases after your mouth. Greedy and always so. Not ready for it to be over yet. He’s never ready to stop kissing you.
“Kettle corn. A pink lemonade. And a corn dog. Final offer.” You smile at him. An effective bargaining chip you kept in your pocket. Plying him with food as persuasion.
The way into Eddie Munson’s heart was occasionally via a funky reroute to his stomach.
You’re shameless and it works.
“Sold.” He grins. Enjoying the hell out of the way your tits are crushed to his chest right now.
“…Then the Ferris Wheel, honey.” He smirks with a pure maniacal grin of evil. “You can break my fingers again. I’ll let you.”
“This is you getting your own back for the haunted maze isn’t it.” You wilfully decide. That stubborn jut of your chin. Unimpressed eyes scratching daggers at him.
“My hand hasn’t left yours for two years. Sweet cheeks. Not gonna start now.” He beams.
He loops an arm over your shoulder. Steers you towards the corn dog stand. You tangle your steps alongside his. Slide your arm across his trim waist. His leather arm cold around your shoulder.
“Then after the food and the Ferris wheel. I’m gonna take you back to the van. And do filthy filthy things to you, whilst the firework show bursts across the sky.” The way his lips brush the shell of your ear makes your thighs wobble and shoot with sensation.
“Filthy you say?” You ask with hot blood gathering up in your cheeks. Gold lights bloom in his dark eyes like round petals. Dazzling.
“Yep.” He pops the p.
“Gonna lick you real slow. Make you yelp. Then just gonna slide my tongue right in, far as I can, I’m not gonna be stopping until you melt. Right into my mouth.” He decides with a playful little kiss to your jaw.
Goddamn it this boy knows how to make your pussy throb and clench.
“Is this all part of your grand revenge plan?” You seek.
“No. Baby. Just a damn good way to spend a Friday night with my favourite chick.”
Your heart is all melty. Slipping down the insides of your butter soft ribs. You do so love this man with every single tiny atom of your being.
“I thought your guitar was your favourite chick?” You play.
He grins. Chucked all sweet. “Nah. You feed me. You win hands down babe.”
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Tagging some Munson babes; @indouloureux @youaremyfamiliar @fujiihime @groupie-love-71 @stiegasaw @thelyingpierrot @munsonquinns @captain-tch @ramona-thorns @starbxcks @morganamoonstone
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Day 3 of Harringrove Flip Reverse It 2023!
Prompt: Caught in the act
Read on AO3 - 1083 words
The door swings open. In a split second, Billy remembers they forgot to lock the door. In a split second, Steve’s on his feet and standing half in front of him, shielding him from the intruder.
“It’s not what it looks like!” Steve shrieks, and for a too long moment all Billy can really make sense of is the way his hair sticks out in all directions and his pretty brown eyes open wide, wide, wide.
Then he zeros in on Max.
She’s just standing there by the doorway seeming vaguely stunned, clutching the doorknob like her life depended on it.
Billy thought they were home alone. Neil and Susan are away for the weekend and Max was supposed to have a sleepover tonight. Billy thought he could get away with having a sleepover of his own. In his own bedroom for once.
But life has never been kind to him.
Max keeps standing there, looking at them both.
“What are you doing?” she asks, deadpan.
And Steve’s raising both palms in a placating motion, going all, “It’s not what it looks like.”
Max huffs out, something between a deranged giggle and a whine. “Oh, no. I think this is exactly what it looks like, Steve. Let’s not play dumb.”
“It’s… not .”
“Is too.”
“It’s not .”
“Is—Jesus, Billy .”
Max looks past Steve and to Billy, searching for answers.
All Billy can do is groan and hide his face in palms. “Go away, Maxine.”
“No. What do you think you’re doing?”
“None of your business!”
“It’s my business when you take my stuff, asshole!”
Billy looks up at that. Max seems to have recovered from her initial shock and is now further inside the room, having pushed past a red cheeked Steve.
Her nail polish bag is spread on top of Billy’s sheets, all those pretty colors inside their bottles laid out for Steve and Billy to choose from.
Steve let it slip he had never painted his nails before.
Billy had to do something about it. He just had to.
It’s not like he has his own polish collection.
Billy glares at Max on principle. Even if he kind of did take her stuff without asking.
“What are you even doing here?” he asks. “Weren’t you sleeping over at El’s?”
“I am,” Max says. “I forgot the movies I rented. Hop drove me to pick them up. Now, will you please tell me what you think you’re doing?”
Billy’s mind blanks on him.
He’s—never living this down. Ever. Not fucking ever.
He should get in his car and drive down to Mexico while he still has some dignity left.
“It was my idea,” Steve blurts out of nowhere, and they both turn to face him, watch as he sputters and spatters, looking like he very much would like the earth to swallow him whole.
It was absolutely not his idea.
Billy gets the feeling Max knows it somehow.
“Was it,” Max says, tone flat.
Steve bobs his head up and down. His cheeks are so, so red. He didn’t blush that much the first time they kissed. “Um, yeah. Yeah, I wanted—I don't know. I thought it’d be fun. Sorry.”
Max squints at him, considering. Then at Billy. If looks could kill…
But she doesn’t really complain anymore. All she does is roll her eyes in that annoying way of hers that makes Billy want to smack her upside the head.
“Don’t break anything,” Max finally says. “And you’re buying me a new color. I want green.”
“Fuck off, Maxine.”
“Fine, I want green and purple.”
“Max, I swear to god—”
She flips him off.
“No, no, it’s okay,” Steve says, somewhat desperately. “We’ll get you new ones. Totally. As many as you want. It’s on me.”
She squints. Again. But it’s good enough for her, it seems.
“Great,” she says.
“Great,” Steve echoes.
She glances down at the nail polish one last time—at the mess that are Billy and Steve’s fingernails. Turns out, neither one of them is all that good at actually applying it. The paint is smeared all over their fingers.
Billy’s wearing a light, soft blue. Steve chose a pink so annoyingly bright it almost hurts to look at, just to steal a startled laugh out of Billy. And truly, Billy didn’t even know Max owned pink nail polish. Probably a gift from Susan that had never seen the light of day before.
Max sighs. “Bye, I guess.”
And she goes to walk away.
Billy speaks up, before she can get very far. “Max, don’t—”
And he stops. Doesn’t really know how to say what he wants to say.
Max knows him, though. It’s a little scary, but she does. She’s a lot smarter than people give her credit for. “I won’t tell,” she says, soft. She means it.
Billy nods jerkily.
He can’t know for sure she knows Steve and him are dating, but sometimes he thinks she does. She’s caught them in compromising positions a couple times. She’s covered for him without him asking when he spends the night at Steve’s and doesn’t quite make it home on time.
“Uh, have fun,” he says. “And fuckin’ knock next time.”
She rolls her eyes again before walking away.
The front door snaps shut and then Steve’s climbing half on his lap, burying his face on Billy’s neck. “She’s going to blackmail us,” he laments, voice grave, and rich, and sending vibrations all over Billy’s sternum.
Billy sneaks a hand under Steve’s shirt, rubs circles on his back. “Nah,” he says. “I’ve got dirt on her too. Plus, I don’t know how to break it to ya but you already promised to buy her shit.”
“See? I already fell for it.”
Billy snorts, keeps rubbing circles on Steve’s back.
He leans back on the bed until they’re both resting on the headboard and Billy’s heap of pillows, the chemical smell of nail polish enveloping both. The house is so quiet. Steve rests a hand on Billy’s stomach and the pretty pink against his milky skin makes Billy smile.
“I take it nail polish isn’t your thing?”
“Mm. I don’t know. You’re gonna have to convince me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I could buy some for you, when I get Max’s.”
Billy laughs, links his fingers with Steve’s, pink, and blue, and whole lot of love. He’ll never live it down if Max finds out Billy keeps his own nail polish. “I’d like that,” he says. It’s true.
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young royals s3e5 episode reaction:
well I really hope the cliffhanger isn't horrifying bc this week is gonna be really fucking long
let's fuckin do this
"tired" and it's just him contending w the fact that erik might have been violently homophobic
i can excuse [rolls down a 6ft long papyrus] but I draw the line at being racist - august, probably
"family" LMFAO sure dumbass
seriously those girls are acting like sara and felice broke up (and I get it, friendship breakups are horrifying but damn)
"are you on something?" MY LITERAL FIRST QUESTION SKFISJFKSJFKDJF
I feel like micke is gonna die. idk.
his own letter? why?
oh. hello ludwig. i forgot what your voice sounded like.
"it's hard for her to show weakness" yeah well so it is for all of us. be a mother. show up for your son.
naaaaaaaaaaa volvete serio ludwig
wdym he was perfect. are you serious. do no adults in this show have the slightest bit of common sense?? you're talking to erik's spare my man. erik's little brother who now has to take on everything erik had to do. be the most fuckin for real rn
of fucking COURSE
"it'll be nice to celebrate you. and to meet simon too" ok that was sweet.
yeah wille being in the choir was starting to feel too weird skfjdkfjd
okay? calm your tits my man? simon hasn't said anything?
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON????? HE'S LITERALLY DEFENDING ERIK?????????
oooooookay kristina jr.
ohhhh it was sara's locker. ok.
oh micke is dead isn't he
FELICE DOING WILLE'S NAILS AAAAAA
HE'S PAINTING THEM PURPLE SOULMATISM
also is this the writers acknowledging the nonbinary wille headcanons bc.......
I can't believe wille likes doing his nails. that's so fuckin nonbinary of him.
god I wish micke had been dead. that is SO much worse.
pls don't get into a car crash sara
linda honey no. it doesn't fit him perfectly it's goddamn huge on him.
love shouldn't be this hard I agree linda
oh fuck me
oh her little face sara no
oh sara is breaking my goddamn heart
WILLE'S PURPLE NAILS
wilhelm, why do you have nail polish remover in your room
MI WILLE I'M GONNA FUCKING BLOW MY BRAINS OUT
omg malin was willing to be bribed. back to fanon malin we go (after the shit show that was season 2)
WHY IS HE WEARING THE PYJAMA PANTS AGAIN SIMON
okay this is killing me inside. this is too much.
BECAUSE THERE'S A RISK OF POISONING SJFKDJFKJFDKFJDKFKFKFKDLRK
simon's FACE im
SHE CURTSIED @ SIMON
I know he must have felt disgusting sjfkdjfk
after pretty much 3 years of a polar opposite fanon interpretation I cannot *believe* I'm witnessing kristina and ludwig being genuinely happy about meeting simon. this is so insane
august are you staring at sara's boobs
oh a rolex
OH IS IT BECAUSE OF ERIK
IT IS BECAUSE OF ERIK OG FUCKKKKK
I missed sara and felice I'm ngl. I love my tiny baby girls
oh kristina is about to throw up isn't she lmfao
ludwig is being weirdly nice. this is so strange.
ludwig and simon chatting away while kristina is about to choke and die
hold on. IS kristina gonna die?
even during wille's birthday they can't stop yapping about erik. my god do royals genuinely only care about their firstborn? god
NOT DILF HUNTER SJROSUFOSIDOD
class bad boy slfjdlgj I think they had to have done that on purpose. I mean vincent didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of giving him another award. I can assure you.
august is such a *sad* character oh my god
I WISH I HAD DONE THINGS DIFFERENTLY WITH YOU NAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW
oh of course she kissed him.
WHAT A SNITCH WTF
im
"please don't leave me alone with your parents like that again" honestly wille they could've eaten him alive
my god wilhelm you're being SO NASTY
OH HE'S GOING OFFF
oh ldkgldjgldjfldjffl
I can ASSURE YOU during my s2 liveblogging at one point I basically wrote "[points at ludwig] AND YOU" bc i was so fucking done with his bullshit skrjdlrkdlrkld
to hear wille going AND *YOU* is fucking sending me help
IT ISN'T EASY TO BE BOTH YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR BOSS OH FUCK OFF KRISTINA
I NOTICED BECAUSE YOU'RE SO USELESS AT BOTH HOLY FUCKING SWEET JESUS CHRIST
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD
me rn:
my god this is the most cathartic shit I've seen in my life
OH AND SIMON IS WATCHING THE WHOLE THING
god
I knew the cliffhanger was gonna be that
but I didn't expect them to cry like that nor did I expect ME to cry like that
bro I'm sobbing I can't wait another week
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Horsegirl summer
(do you guys get it… like hot girl summer but horsegirl summer 🤭🤭)
Farmer Ellie x reader
After your parents pass away in a car accident you decide to use the money left in the will to move to your aunt’s farm and fix it up for her and you to live. you end up reconnecting with an old friend.
The reader's like 22, Ellie's 21, Sandra is like mid 40s.
no smut, just some kissing. a lot of it is just them crushing on each other lmaooo
"Babyyy!!! How are you?!!" Your aunt smiles as you get out of your car. She's getting up out of her creaky rocking chair and running down the steps to give you a hug as soon as she sees your face.
Your parents were business partners and you grew up in a penthouse in Manhattan. You rarely got to see your aunt who lived out in Texas because of your family's busy life but the summers you spent with her were the best. Sooo once your aunt heard the news of your parents death she told you to pack your bags and sell the penthouse. "Family needs to stick together, especially in times like these." Finally after a few months, you accepted.
Her farmhouse was old, the paint was cracking and the steps on her porch looked like she had tried to fix them with a few spare nails five too many times. But you had a huge inheritance from your parents so what better to do with it than fix a farmhouse?
"Hi auntie! I'm as good as I can be. Forgot how beautiful this place was." She pulls you in for a hug and squeezes your shoulders. "Isn't it? Air quality's nine times better than that city shit you've been breathing. I bet you're already getting smarter from standing here."
You giggle and shake your head before turning back to your SUV that had been filled to the brim with clothes and appliances from your apartment. "I should probably start unloading things before the sun goes down. Don't wanna get stuck in the dark."
You aunt shakes her head and slaps your arm. "Slow down girl. You need some dinner and a nice night's sleep before trying to unload everything. Get your toothbrush and get in the house. I bet my neighbors will help you in the morning."
You turn back to her and smile, "mkay, let me just get my main suitcase so I have some pajamas."
She gives you a 'mhmm' while turning around and going back into her home. You quickly gather your phone, phone charger, and your suitcase before following her in. You're immediately hit with the smell of her famous beef stew and the sound of her laughing in the kitchen.
This is going to be wayyy different than before.
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The next morning, you sit on your aunt's half-broken porch swing and and sip your coffee as the sunrise paints beautiful colors in the sky. You'd woken up at 5:30 this morning to try to freshen up before aunt Sandra took you around the farm to meet all the animals.
You're completely intranced by the pinks and oranges in the sky until the sound of the creaky wood porch stairs snap you back into reality, making you jump and almost spill your coffee everywhere.
When you whip your head around you swear your heart skips like 10 beats. The freckles, the short auburn hair, the green eyes that look like they'd been filled in with watercolor. No fucking way.
"Oh my god... Ellie?"
Ellie!! The little girl you'd play with during the summer's you'd visit. Your first crush, your gay awakening, someone you somehow completely forgot about when deciding to move here. She sure isn't little anymore... You take notice of the muscle in her arms and her fern tattoo.
"Shit.. Y/n? I haven't seen you in ages, what the fuck?" Ellie grins at you but you don't miss the way she licks her lips nervously. She definitely still has the same vulgar vocabulary..
"I know. Wow... You're face hasn't changed in the slightest." You giggle slightly as you get up off the swing, "can I give you a hug?"
Her eyes widen slightly but she relaxes them and nods, opening her arms so you can fit between them. Your arms lock around her neck as her's go around your waist. "How are you?" She asks once you pull back from the hug. Concern is written all over her face, she definitely knows.
You shrug and give her a dry laugh. "Best I can be doing. I decided to move in with Aunt Sandy."
Her smile reappears on her face and she puts one of her hands in her back pocket. "Are you serious? Dina's gonna be so fucking excited."
You smile at the mention of one of your other friends you'd play with at the farm. "Oh my god! What's she been up to?"
"Motherhood." Ellie holds a completely straight face and doesn't continue on or anything. You just stand there for a second and look at her and then it finally hits you. "No way!! Oh my god that's so exciting."
"Mhm, maybe we should just go see her soon." You nod and you feel butterflies in your stomach when Ellie looks at you. She said "we"!?!??!??!!??!! Her eyes are scanning your face.
After a couple seconds of silence Ellie's smile reappears and she points to your front door. "I usually just help Ms. Sandy out with some errands before starting farmwork.. sooo.. I'm gonna go.."
You shake your head and snap out of your trance. "Oh yeah! Of course..! Um, I should probably take my mug in anyway.. Aunt Sandy's in there watching the news."
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"Holy shit.. How do you do that everyday..?" You plop down on the couch after a long day of learning all the yard work and meeting/feeding all the animals. You aunt shrugs and rolls her eyes at your theatrics.
"That wasn't even half of it. Now how 'bout you come help me cut some of the vegetables for the community potluck tonight." She waves you over as she walks out of the living room and into the kitchen. You groan and follow.
"Tonight? I just wanna go to bed.."
She clicks her tongue at you and smiles, "we all do. But I want the town to see how big my girl has gotten!" She pinches your cheek and you laugh. "Plus, Ellie will be there. She DEFINITELY likes girls."
She winks at you and you just stare in somewhat shock but mostly excitement at the new found information. Eventually your aunt puts a knife in your hand and tells you to start cutting the potatoes.
After about an hour of prep and another hour of cook time that you spent playing cards, your aunt's dish was ready and she had shooed you upstairs to get ready. What the fuck were you supposed to wear?? Maybe some jeans and a T-shirt...? Maybe one of the sundresses you had brought..?
Eventually you decide on a mid-thigh length dress. (Whatevs style you want, I'm think like a white flowy.. Maybe with some flowers.) You do some quick makeup, throw on some converse and put your lip gloss in your bag before heading back down stairs.
"Aww, baby you look so beautiful."
You smile at your aunt and thank her before giving her a quick hug, "you look beautiful aswell." She shrugs playfully and flips her hair, "what can I say?"
You giggle and get your jacket, "do you want to take my car to town?"
You aunt makes and face and sheepishly smiles at you. "I forgot to tell you.. I'm going with my girlfriends," she laughs but stops when noticing that you are not. "Buuut!! Joel's gonna give you a ride. I didn't want you going down alone without any directions."
You blink at her and jump when you hear a honk. Her face lights up, "that must be good ole' Joel now! You best be on your way."
You open your mouth to say something but close it once she's successfully pushed you out the door. You sigh and wave at the truck that's pull up in front of the house.
Ellie pops out of the passenger seat and smiles at you. "Hey! Are you excited?"
You laugh and shrug while making your way down to the beat up, rusty, blue and white, truck. "I guess.. What about you?"
"Dina makes it fun."
You nod in agreement, even though you don't really know. You just know that Dina is one of the most fun people in the world. You say hello to Joel as you get into the back seat. He gives you a small, but friendly, smile and nods his head. "How've you been?my condolences 'bout your parents. It's all that big city traffic, I'm telling ya."
Ellie shakes her head at him and clicks her tongue. You smile at him as he pulls out of your driveway and shrug. "I'm good. We were never super close and I'm happy to be living with my aunt."
He looks at you through his mirror and nods before you talk again, "what about your family?"
"Well I've been enjoying my alone time, Ellie's moved out to the garage and Sarah's got a husband and two kids."
You're eyes widen. Joel had an older daughter before he adopted Ellie and she was a little bit younger than your aunt. How had so much happen in the 7 years you weren't around?
"That's great. I'll have to tell her congratulations. Is she gonna be at the potluck?" Joel sighs and shakes his head, "she moved 'bout an hour east from here. Doesn't think weekly potlucks are worth the drive."
You nod and Ellie turns in her seat to look at you. "Dad keeps using the 'I don't have much time left' to try and get her to come visit but she never falls for it because he won't stop doing any fucking farm work."
You quietly laugh and notice how nice her hair looks half up like that..
Joel side eyes her and parks in the community center parking lot, "no more slandering me. We're here." Ellie shrugs and laughs before getting out and opening your door for you.
"M'lady." She grabs your hand and helps you get out. You take her hand and playfully bow your head, "thank you kind sir."
Joel looks at you both before turning around and shaking his head, "you guys are so weird." Ellie scoffs but smiles at you and doesn't let go of your hand until you make it into the church.
"Y/N???????!!" You see and familiar but much more mature face appear right when you walk in the door, Dina's huge smile greets you as she engulfs you in a hug. "Oh my god! I haven't seen you in forever!!"
You chuckle into her shoulder as she squeezes you, careful not to spill her drink on you. "Hi Dina!!"
She pulls away and boops your nose before giving Ellie a not-so enthusiastic hug. "After you guys say your hellos come to the dance floor!! Jesse's parents finally convinced me to leave JJ with them for the night and I need to dance with my girl." She winks at you and waves before running off to find something to entertain herself with.
Ellie scratches the back of her neck and laughs. She looks so scrumptious in the tank top and jeans she has on oh my lorddd. It's literally taking every thing in you to not stare at her chest. She doesn't have a bra on, probably because of the heat.
"I'm gonna go scope out the food.. Do you need anything?" You shake you head and give her a thumbs up.
"I guess I'll just go talk to some people I recognize. I'll find you afterwards?"
She nods and smiles at you before leaving you on your own. You wipe the sweat off your palms onto your dress and prepare yourself to talk.
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Dina chuckles as she twirls you, making you twirl her afterwards. "Are you loving the farming lifestyle so far?" She asks you and cracks a smile when you make a face.
"I do! But the heat is unbearable. I've only been here a day and I swear I'm going to die by the end of this week."
"I feel you. You'll get used to it soon though."
Dina had finally convinced you to dance after begging a few times. You loved to dance but you needed some courage to do it here. She was over the moon about it though, claiming that Jesse and Ellie were just 'mediocre dancers.' Effectively making them both upset because they were sitting right there when she said it.
"You need to come see JJ! I'm having some friends over for board games this Friday night if your free? Ellie could give you a drive." You smile at her and nod, "sounds great. I'll have to check with my aunt but I'd love to come."
Just then, Ellie taps on Dina's shoulder and points behind her, "Jesse says he needs you."
Dina furrows her eyebrows but let's go of your shoulders and blows you a kiss before dancing towards the table Jesse was at. You look at Ellie and grin before holding out your hand, "wanna dance?" She groans playfully but gets in position anyway.
"You look really nice tonight." She talks softly in your ear as she moves her hands to hold your waist. Yours go around her shoulders and you shudder at the feeling of her breath next to your ear.
"Thank you. You look nice too.." Your throat feels dry as she sways with you.
"I missed you." Her hands are rubbing up and down your sides carefully.
"I missed you too. I wanted to visit.."
Ellie hums and pulls you closer, resting her head on your shoulder as you dance. You both stay silent for a few minutes before you giggle.
"Dina was right.. you need some practice."
Ellie's head shoots up and looks at you with a very offended look on her face. "Are you fucking kidding? I'm a great dancer."
Your smile grows and you shake your head. "I've felt you step on my foot like 5 times els." She frowns and goes back to resting her head on your shoulder, "I thought you wouldn't notice..."
"You thought I wouldn't notice you stepping on my foot?" You start to giggle again and it makes Ellie laugh too. You can feel her smile against your neck. "Shut the fuck uppp!"
You try to stop laughing but you can't, everytime you think about it you start to giggle even more. It makes ellie laugh even harder. you both look like fucking idiots.
by the time you’re both done laughing you have tears streaming down your face and ellie’s shaking her head. “oh my fucking god, we’re so stupid.” you hit her shoulder and fake scoff while wiping away your tears. “speak for yourself.. i think i’m quite a catch.”
“whatever lets you sleep at night.”
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“hi pretty.” ellie says teasingly as she approaches you, she’s wearing a signature wife beater with some dirty jeans shorts and work boots. her hair is tucks behind her ears and she squints because the sun is so bright (but it makes her freckles pop out more!!!)
it’s been a few days since the potluck party and you and ellie have been bothering each other when working on the farms sooo much.
you jump slightly at the voice and stop from pulling the weed you had in your hands. your favorite task on the farm was the garden!!! you cover your eyes to look up at her and smile. you’re wearing a white tank top with lace and some cute short overalls. topping the outfit off with a pair of your own work boots, and gardening gloves. “hi els, what’s up?”
she looks up and points to the clouds, “the sky..”
you click your tongue and shake your head before going back to trying to DEMOLISH THIS FUCKING WEED.
ellie cackles and grabs her work gloves from her back pocket to help you weed. “are you going to dina’s tomorrow night?”
you shrug, “i think, me and aunt sandra have to be out of the house at like 4 tomorrow so some carpenters can come look at the place. are you?”
“yep. do you want a ride? one less car.. and you could always come over to my house when you need to leave. we can hang out before going to dina’s.”
you look over her and grin, feeling butterflies in your stomach. jesus christ… have you seriously not gotten over this childhood crush…
“that sounds great… also what the fuck are you doing weeding my garden? aren’t you suppose to be mowing?” ellie looks at you dumbfounded and just sits there for a second before shrugging.
“whatever. i like spending time with you… what’s this flower?” she points to a flourishing pink flower with bulbs shaped like hearts.
you him and look over before smiling, “that’s a dicentra. most commonly known as bleeding hearts. it’s my favorite.” she watches you as you studying the plant, carefully touching the flowers as if you’re transferring your energy to them. the love in your eyes matched hers. she thinks that if her heart starts to beat any fast it might explode. (i tried to make a pun about the bleeding hearts but i COULDNTTTT)
“shit.. it’s really pretty.” she says softly, still tracing the shape of your chin and bridge of your nose with her eyes as she talks. you start to ramble on about them before finally realizing that she’s studying your face. your cheeks get hot and you try not to make her gaze. “um- sorry. i didn’t mean to start talking nonsense with you.”
she shakes her head and finally snaps out of it. “i love hearing about these things. please.. tell me more about the garden.”
she swears your eyes start to actually sparkle and your smile gets huge. “oh my god! okay wait let me get you some lemonade before i get to talking about the lemon balm verses lemongrass!!”
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you knock a few times on ellie’s door before stepping back and grabbing the basket you brought with you up off the ground. a couple seconds later you see the door swing open to reveal a very tired looking ellie. her hair messy, her cheeks flushed, a big faded band tee and some gym shorts for an outfit.
she rubs her eyes before taking in your outfit. an off-white tank top with different flowers embroidered all over it and a short jean skirt (maybe a little too short for ellie to be okay with the thought that you’d be wearing it in front of a group of people..) with your beat up converse, bag, and basket.
“fuck.. hi pretty girl. sorry i was gonna get dressed before you came but i fell asleep when i got to my room..”
you frown at her and shake your head, oh ignoring the pounding in your chest from the nickname. “are you sure you don’t want to rest? you don’t need to entertain me..”
but she wants to sooo fucking bad.
“nah, it’s good. come on in.” she smiles at your concern and leads you into her house, very similar to you and your aunt’s except no buckets around the rooms to collect the water that get through the roof and no broken staircases. a lot of extra empty beer cans scatter around though.
“i brought you guys some of the jam i made last night. there’s strawberry and raspberry. i also made some cookies for dina’s get together tonight.” you gently shake the basket and ellie’s eyes light up. “do you still shape them into hearts?” she questions while taking the basket from you and walking to the kitchen, you trail behind her like a baby duck.
your cheeks heat up and you nod your head when ellie turns back around to see you. she laughs and takes the covering off the basket before grabbing a heart shaped chocolate chip cookie and taking a huge bite. “still just as amazing as i remember.”
you smile at her and shake your head, “you dickhead!! they were suppose to be saved until we get to dina’s!!” ellie laughs even harder at your whiney tone. “don’t worry baby, i won’t eat ‘‘em all” you immediately have to stare at the ground after she says that.
having a crush on the same girl for so long must be life threatening.
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oh my god.
ellie kissed you at dina’s house.
ELLIE FUCKING KISSED YOU AT DINA’S HOUSE.
let’s go back a week and a half, shall we?
you bounce JJ on your lap as he sleepily starts to lean in your warmth.
ellie was sitting at the other side of the room, talking to Jesse and glancing over at you and much as she possibly could without looking like a psychopath. you look so good with a kid on your hip. jesus christ if ellie had a dick-
“y/n!!! come onnn! let’s play something.. you’ve been talking to JJ all night.” dina frowns at you and rests her on your shoulder. you pat her shoulder and also frown, “can i help put jj to bed first? he’s so eepy..”
she nods and get up before helping you up. laughing as you situate the sleeping toddler in your arms. “you look like his mom.”
you smile at her teasing and shrug, “i wouldn’t mind taking care of this cutie! would i get a sexy wife out of it too?”
she playfully tucks her hair behind her ear and smiles, “of course. you could stay home and garden and hang out with jj while i worked to make my wife happy.” you laugh at her make believe world and shake your head. “sounds like the dream.”
if ellie saw anymore of the scene that was playing out infront of her there might’ve been smoke coming out of her ears. she knew it was just friendly flirting, dina friendly flirts with everybody. but she couldn’t help the fact that seeing you in the tight outfit you wore with jj and dina and-
before she knew it ellie was excusing herself from the small group she was in and was walking over to you and dina. “hey y/n, can i talk to you real quick?”
you perk your head up at her voice and turn around to look at her, “yeah sure. can i put jj to bed first? he’s clinging onto my neck so hard.”
ellie can’t lie. the sight of you with a toddler clung on your side made ellie weak in the fucking knees.. she never thought she’d have kids, but ellie would do anything if it was with you. ellie smiles and nods before pointing her thumb to the door, “meet me on the porch?”
you give her a ‘mhm!!’ before following dina up to jj’s bedroom.
after what felt like years for ellie (5 minutes… impatient ass) you were finally walking out the door and sitting next to her on a porch step. “hi, what did you wanna talk about?”
“can i kiss you?”
you just stare at her blankly for a second before opening your mouth, closing it again, and slightly nodding. she smiles and grabs your face gently with both hands before slamming her lips into yours. you squeak at the movements and immediately melt into her.
your hands go around her neck as she lightly bites your bottom lip, making your mouth fall open for her tongue to explore. she moans when you start to grasp at at hair, yanking on it. your cunt starts to ache, the feeling only egging you on more.
ellie finally pulls back and looks at you before cursing and getting up.
“ellie?” you call out as she turns to get off the porch hastily. all you hear is a ‘fuck’ before she turns back around to look at you, “i’m sorry- forget that happened i- i’m gonna leave now.. jesse can drive you home” she SPEED WALKS away before you can even get a word in.
“what the hell?”
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so yes, it’s been a whole week and a half and you haven’t had a conversation with ellie since. it was too confusing, you liked her… you think she likes you…. you kissed…. you should be planning a date or sucking her clit or something.
but instead you were nervously hyper fixating on your garden, making sure it’s picture perfect 100% of the time.
ellie would be lying if she said she wasn’t watching as you try to tame the horse your aunt gifted you or noticing when you’d be out at 11 pm trimming your hedges. she was just too much of a coward to say anything. and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t trying to look extra enticing when picking the blackberries that grew between your house and hers or feeding the pigs.
but you couldn’t avoid this any longer. your aunt had been getting on your ass about asking joel to fix your stairs. he’d do a great job for half the money other contractors were asking for. so you straighten out your short sundress and apply some lipgloss before knocking confidently on the millers’ door.
a few seconds later joel swings the door open and nods his head in a greeting. “haven’t seen you around for a while, you and ellie have a fallin’ out?” the confidence leaves your body immediately… wow, straight to the point joel..
you shrug and tug up the smile that had faltered, “something like that… my aunt and i were wondering if your taking any new clients right now. our stairs are a death trap.”
joel chuckles and checks the smartwatch that ellie and sarah had gotten him for his birthday last year. “i could take a look at ‘em tonight, 6ish. then i can tell ya’ how much it’ll be.”
you nod and smile even wider, “thank you so much! my aunt’s making some chicken parmesan tonight if you wanna stay for dinner when you come. ellie’s more than welcome to join.” joel thinks for a second before shrugging.
“i guess not cooking dinner for once would be nice. me and ellie will be over.”
you take a triumphant breath and give joel a nod. “great! i’ll see you tonight then.” joel gives you a wave before shutting the door and you walk away with a newfound confidence.
now ellie has to talk to you!
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“you guys should come for dinner more often! i always end up makin’ too much of this shit.” your aunt scoops some more chicken parm on ellie’s plate and smiles. “don’t be scared to take seconds!” ellie awkwardly smiles at her and thanks her before going back to quietly eating.
jesus fucking christ. she has barely said five words the whole meal and joel’s had to smack the back of her head at least 2 times so she’d be polite and answer you. you were on your last fucking straw. she was being such a little bitch about it.. why did she even run away in the first place?
after a few more minutes of silently eating and listening to joel and sandra talk about the ants this year you finally stand up, accidentally bumping into the table, making ellie’s eyes shoot up to you. you smile at her angrily, “ellie? can we talk privately?”
she starts to shake her head until joel smacks her again. she sighs and rolls her eyes before getting up. your aunt gives you a confused look but you just smile at her and grab ellie’s arm before dragging her upstairs.
once you finally make it into your room you close the door behind you and click your tongue at ellie, who looks like a guilty dog. “ellie what the fuck!? you suck the fucking soul out of my body and then leave me fucking stranded at dina’s. i had to sleepover and borrow her shit! and then you ignore me?! what is your deal?”
ellie furrows her eyebrows and just looks at her feet, “i don’t fucking know. can we just forget about it?” you scoff and sit in your bed.
“forget about it? you clearly have some sort of feelings towards me and i want to know where you stand.” ellie groans and sits next to you, a couple feet away. “y/n, i don’t want some stupid feelings to ruin our friendship.”
you look at her, dumbfounded, before speaking again. “how the hell is avoiding me like a fucking std saving our friendship? i like you ellie!! i really fucking like you. and if that ruins our friendship then i guess we can’t be fucking friends anymore.”
ellie just sits in silence.
“can you please say something??”
“how long?”
you watch as she messes with her bracelets and bites her lip anxiously.
“years. ever since you let me ride your pony and taught me how to get on her without eating shit.”
ellie looks you in the eye for the first time all night and laughs. “not without you spraining your ankle first though.”
you playfully scoff at her and throw one of your many stuffed animals at her. “shut up!! i had never even seen a pony until that summer!”
ellie catches the stuffed animal and smiles. “i’ve liked you for a long time too.”
you tilt your head and smile at her, “what made you fall for me, hmm? was it the camp leggings with the hot pink shirt?”
ellie chuckles and shakes her head, “it was when you purple nurpled that bitch that made fun of me for being adopted, at the pool.”
your smile slowly starts to grow and you laugh. “oh my god!! what the fuck happened to her? i didn’t hear her annoying laugh any of the potlucks.” ellie purse her lips together.
“she left for the city to try to make it big on broadway” she does jazz hands and plops down so she’s laying on her back. you smile and move to hover over her. “i hope she makes it big and then her costume falls apart on stage.”
ellie snorts and throws your plushie before grabbing your face in her hands, your heartbeat quickens and you move so your straddling her waist. she smiles at you and traces your cheek before whispering.
“i’m sorry i was avoiding you. i got so damn nervous because i’ve never felt this way about anyone. i swear i almost shit my pants every time i see you. you’re so pretty and kind.. you’re so sweet and.. perfect. i tried avoiding you because i know you deserve someone so much better than me.”
you shake your head and lean down to kiss her forehead. “you are the funniest, bravest, strongest, most amazing person i’ve ever met. except you get a few points docked for playing so hard to get.”
ellie laughs as you press light kisses all over her face. “i’m sorry!! what can i do to make it up to my favorite girl?”
you pretend to think for a few seconds while ellie brings your hand up to her mouth and presses kissed on your knuckles.
“hmmm…. be my girlfriend maybe- maybe give me a billion dollars-“
ellie brings one of her hands down to your thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze. “i think i’ll take the first option.” you smile down at her and feel a shiver go up your spine as her fingers trace your back, slightly pushing you down to get closer to her. she cups your cheek before bringing your lips to hers, perfectly slotting your lips together as you melt into her.
this kiss is full of so much passion, slower and calmer than the last one you shared.
you whine as she brushing her fingers against your side and then-
“y/n! can you please help put- oh.” you aunt just kind’ve stares at your position as you and ellie both look like deers in headlights. you quickly get off of her and smile at your aunt.
“yep. i’ll put the food away. i’ll even put some in a container for joel and els.” you straighten out your dress and speed walk out of the room. leaving just ellie and sandra. sorry ellie!! 🤷♀️
“umm… hi..” ellie waves at your aunt as she looks ellie up and down.
“mm.. i like you ellie. you’re a smart girl, and a lucky one too for getting to be with my niece. make sure you don’t fuck it up.” she smiles and makes a ‘get up and do downstairs’ motion with her hand. ellie smiles at her and stands up, “thank you, sandy. i promise i’ll be good to your niece.”
sandra smiles and nods.
now downstairs with you and joel was a little more blunt.
you scoop some food into a container for the two guest as joel comes into the kitchen to put dishes in the sink.
“she kiss you again?”
your face burns and you look over at him. he isn’t even paying you any attention, just talking while he starts to wash the dishes.
“uh- yeah. i guess we’re officially dating now..” you smile at the thought of your girlfriend and joel just makes sorta a grunting noise(?)
“finally. she kept askin’ me for advice and i was ‘bouta rip my fuckin’ ears off.”
you laugh and get some of your homemade apple hand pies for ellie and joel to take home. “well thank you. it seems like you gave her some good advice.”
joel shrugs and gives you a smile, “all i told her was that i’d be happy to have you as a daughter-in-law. you keep sending those desserts my way and i’ll keep putting in a good word.”
your jaw drops before you laugh and bag the container of food and pies, handing the bag to joel once he finishes washing the plates. “sounds like a deal.”
just then ellie and your aunt come down the stairs. you smile at your GIRLFRIENDD and she gives you a grin.
“cmon el’ we gotta get home before family feud.”
ellie gives joel a mini salute and gives you a peck on the lips before thanking your aunt and following her dad out the door.
you smile, this was your dream come true. thank god for all the summers at your aunt’s.
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author’s note 📝
thanks for reading guys! i got really bad writers block in the middle of this but hopefully it’s still entertaining. ily guys!! reposts, likes, comments, and asks are always appreciated!
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♡❝𝐎𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡.❞♡
> I’m worried for the TBP fandom, it scares me, like my bff and I saw so much smut and I hate it- So I’m gonna share some Michael Afton hcs in the meantime for my comfort,,, love Michael Afton so damn much ♡ <
♡ Feminine!GN! Darling x Michael Afton ✧
☼ 1987, start of adulthood (20+) ☽
⊱┊Literally Barbie if she dated Ryan instead. But honestly, I could work with this, because look how absolutely cute you little shits are together.
⊱┊I would say Michael honestly would paint his nails black, and would absolutely paint yours into whatever color you like, because mans honestly fucking adores you— Even though, his love is sometimes through aggression. He tries.
⊱┊❝You’re the only one I don’t want to kill.❞
⊱┊Michael would definitely be more into sports after the incident - that he has absolutely no care for what so ever. Remember, Michael is just normally a fucking jerk, so he probably forgot C.C’s death in an instant.
⊱┊Home dates !! You both hate publicity, despite how social you two are sometimes. You both honestly just hate talking to people so randomly, and getting dressed up for a movie night at home is so worth it. Like why would you waste money on a fancy shit?
⊱┊You cannot tell me that Michael didn’t use to be in a band together with the other FnaF 4 members for a talent show, homeboy can play guitar with all his might to impress you ~♡
⊱┊Lipstick stains on Michael for sure. (For those who are wearing makeup, obviously) Mans wouldn’t even clean it up unless he has to go outside, which is rare for him. You usually buy the groceries so he only takes it off when it’s work. (Weekend basically)
⊱┊You and Michael don’t girlboss / boyboss, y’all girlsleep / boysleep. You two can’t have the energy of boss, which isn’t that important to be fair.
⊱┊Modern AU,, Michael gets drunk nearby you, and you being the little shit you are;; posed with puckered lips and Michael being in the background on his phone, texting you asking: “Where r u?” And there you are: “I’m right here bby”
⊱┊Michael would be the damn carpet for you over a mud pile. You hate getting dirty and shower 24/7, so Michael makes sure you stay clean— and obviously showers himself before hanging with you. You don’t wanna talk about how stinky he was in 1983, back when he was 16.
⊱┊Whatever you want, you get it. Michael is your sugar daddy and you’re just vibing with it - paying for cute shit and some things that you absolutely need. (Stuffed animals)
⊱┊If you happen to be either mute / deaf, Michael will try his hardest to understand sign language. Sure as hell bitch was super bitchy about it to others— but he came to understanding as an adult that sign languages are important. He just wants to learn for you.
⊱┊Doesn’t matter if you’re pretty, ugly, or whatever— Michael never really went for the pretty ones anyway, because what he cared about was your personality and hobbies, and how you are from time to time.
⊱┊When I rule the world <— Your fucking song
⊱┊Y’know, funny thing is Michael used to work for Freddy Fazbear’s pizzeria, so you can only imagine how hilarious yet handsome Michael looked in the purple suit— with black trousers. Like father like son I guess.
⊱┊Whenever it’s collage, you both definitely break the rules of “no kissing” bs. As both of you are definitely not that touch starved, you both can’t resist kissing each other. Michael can’t help himself, you’re just really addicting it hurts.
⊱┊Michael: The scary one You: The dangerous one
⊱┊Y’know if both you and Michael were in the black phone movie, Michael would’ve killed the grabber before he could’ve tried kidnapping either you or him. Bitch thought Michael was 15, because he kept his old wolf-cut hair.
⊱┊Actually speaking of killing, Michael would intimidate those who try flirting with you because of how feminine you looked. Doesn’t matter what gender, everyone flirts with you and it’s getting annoying to both you and Michael.
⊱┊Oh yeah, you definitely also signed up for cheerleading to get away from such flirtatious people— So that not only can you focus on yourself being flexible, but you’re also going to get time to cheer on for Michael when he plays a sport. <3
⊱┊Once you two graduate, it’s immediately buying a house time, and definitely move into a big apartment where you can fit yourselves comfortable inside. You two just, snooze and laze around once you finish.
⊱┊Ohmygod adulthood is fukin hard
Ohmygod is right 💀 knowing in 2 months I’m 18, I’m gonna cry. Being 18+ doesn’t feel right ew, I wanna be 16 again.
#various x reader#various#fnaf#fnaf sister location#michael afton#michael afton x you#michael afton x reader
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