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mandarinmoons · 2 months

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Hi! So what about BAU!Reader and Spencer are fresh into their relationship. Like weeks into it. Reader is just as shy and nerdy as Spencer was in early seasons. (This can be any season of Spencer) anyways it’s Spencer’s birthday and Spencer begs reader to not buy anything for him so instead she knits him a replica of Dr. Who scarf because she remembers him mentioning to Garcia he was trying to find the perfect replica for his Dr. Who cosplay (7x23 when Garcia and Spencer go to that convention) so reader, who never watched it before, watches the entire series while knitting the scarf bc she knows how much Spencer loves Dr. Who and she wanted to understand his interests more. Maybe she makes herself a matching scarf or hand warmers in the process. And then she’s like “I have a ton of questions about the series though” and pulls out a notebook of her questions as she’s asking them Spencer realizes she’s THE ONE and it’s all just fluff and two nerds in love 🥰

I've never consumed any content about Doctor Who so I'm sorry if this is a bit vague BUT the idea was so cute so I had to give it a shot x

You and Spencer were both nerds, it’s what drew you two together and keeps you both joined at the hip. Even though you two had been together for less than eight weeks, both of you had your eyes on one another for a good while. When mutual feelings were finally admitted the only thing different from before was that you got to hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek comfortably without having to worry if it’ll make the other person uncomfortable.

Spencer’s birthday was coming up and with Spencer being the way that he is, he was adamant about not letting you splurge on his big day. You were a bit annoyed by it because a part of you did want to go out and treat your special boy the way he deserved to be treated. However, you did not want to argue with him so you decided to get a bit creative.

Long before the relationship had been established, Spencer had talked about how he was searching for a replica of the Doctor Who scarf for his cosplay. Knitting was something you had learned before, although it had been quite a few years since you last picked it up, you decided to try it out again and hopefully make Spencer’s face gleam with joy.

After digging out your old knitting needles and yarn you looked up some tutorials online to familiarize yourself with your old hobbie. A few hours and some messy pathworks later, you managed to remind yourself of how everything went down and began work on the scarf. Luckily the pattern wasn’t difficult at all and as you began working away you thought about looking up the show and getting a feel for what Spencer talks about all the time.

After many weeks and countless trips to the store to get more yarn the scarf was finished and you were both excited and nervous to hand it over to Spencer. A million thoughts ran in your head as he undid the bow on the carefully packed present and removed the scarf from the paper, his eyes went wide and he was speechless for a whole minute.

“Y/N, how did you…”

“Surprise?” you chuckled and Spencer was still speechless, he ran his thumbs over the carefully knitted garment. He wrapped it over his neck and walked over to the mirror to have a closer look, his heart was melting over how you took so much time and effort to make him this. He walked over to you and placed his arms around you in a bone crushing hug which only made you laugh.

“I’m so glad you like it.”

“Like it? That doesn’t even come close to how I feel about it, I love it.”

Spencer held your cheeks as he kissed you and as you parted a thought came to your mind.

“Oh also, I watched a bit of the show!”

“Really? Did you like it?”

“Mhm, I have a few questions though, firstly…”

As you went on about your questions regarding the show Spencer stared at you while a smile crept on his face. He loved how you took interest in anything he was fascinated in, and in return he would do it with your interests as well, it was one of the ways you both showed love to one another.

Spencer guided you back to the couch, pulling you to his lap as he cleared his throat and explaining the questions you just layed out for him. You looked up at him and nodded along as he got into the topic and you were reminded of one of the reasons why you fell for him in the first place, his passion, and that same passion grew now that he had someone like you in his life.

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reidreaders · 10 months

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Your Insta If You Were Dating Spencer Reid

Part 2! Part 3!

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y/n sometimes we travel for fun...

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drreid Having so much fun with you :)

-> davidrossi You guys deserve it! Enjoy the rest of your trip!

chocthunder who knew pretty boy cleaned up so nicely?

-> y/n oh cmon now yk he always looks good

-> emprentiss @/y/n you guys make me sick

ssahotchner Glad to see you are enjoying your time off.

jenniferj I miss you guys! Come back soon!

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y/n sleepy boy 😍

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drreid I told you not to post this!

-> y/n I'm sorry but it was too cute the world had to see

-> drreid They definitely did not.

babygirlpg this is so cute I love u guys together sm ❤️

ssahotchner So this why you were late today?

-> y/n we were tired ok

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y/n I had to be the smart one today and remind him that we can't get a dog

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drreid I really think we should consider it...

-> babygirlpg YES we need a BAU mascot!!!!

-> y/n please don't egg him on penny

ssahotchner Jack says he agrees with Spencer. He wants you to get a dog so that he can come over and play with it.

jenniferj oh come on y/n let him get a dog

-> emprentiss yeah come on y/n

-> chocthunder yeah let the man get a dog y/n

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y/n this is what happens when I let him plan date night

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drreid you know you had fun

-> y/n 🤷‍♀️

davidrossi Looks like fun!

chocthunder @/drreid im begging you to let me help next time

-> drreid No, I don't need help.

babygirlpg oh spencer 🤦‍♀️

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y/n the view from my desk isn't so bad 🥰

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drreid When did you even take this?

-> y/n ill never tell...

davidrossi Nice photo!

ssahotchner I thought we talked about not using our phones at work.

-> y/n sorry hotch I just couldn't help myself

emprentiss you guys are gross

-> chocthunder agreed

-> y/n aww thanks guys!

I love these kinds of posts so I hope you guys enjoyed it! I could literally make a million of these so let me know if u want more :)

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genshin-impact-unofficial · 6 months

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🌦Confessions gone wrong...

Genshin men and how they fuck up their confessions to you.

Ft. Bennett, Venti, Xingqiu, Xiao, Itto, and Wanderer

Tags: Fem!Reader, Long-Hair!Reader(Xingqiu), crushes, pining, fluff, pg, bad things happen to good people. Note: This thread is mostly humor. I just really wanted to bully some characters. No beta. Pay no mind to me trying to edit my mistakes after this has been posted. (Repost!)

Bennett

Fatal Flaw: Honestly does nothing wrong, is just an unlucky dude.

There’s too many instances to count. The poor boy has really been trying to tell you his feelings for MONTHS.

In his excitement he wanted to be flashy and ask you out somewhere cool, like by the big tree in Windrise. The weather thankfully allowed it, but right as he was about to take your hand and confess, a swarm of crystal flies began swarming him. You didn’t know they could be so aggressive.

A restaurant! He could treat you to a meal and tell you there! When the two of you arrived at Good Hunter, it was unfortunately closed early for the day. Apparently all of the meat had suddenly gone bad…

You get the gist.... he’s been in this constant confession limbo for a while now. The more he wants it the worse it goes.

Bennett finally decided he didn’t need the bells and whistles. He cared about you a lot and he was going to confess to you if it was the last thing he did. And it damn well might be. With a new found determination, he ran out to do just that.

“Y/N!” Bennett called out when he spotted you by the Adventure’s Guild. He rushed to you, paying special attention to every stair step to keep from tripping. You turned around and smiled too sweetly when you caught sight of him. It made the boy’s heart thump in his chest. Were it not for his sudden tunnel vision, he may have noticed that cat running past him and not trip down the remaining flight of stairs.

The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself being carried up the familiar route to the cathedral. The adventurer’s face flushed bright red when he realized you were the one carrying him piggyback. It was embarrassing..... but it shamefully wasn’t the first time. Bennett sighed in defeat and simply leaned into your back. When felt his shift in weight, you glanced back to smile at him. You giggled at his clumsiness and it was like music to the boy’s ears. You told him how glad you were that he already regained consciousness this time.

The two of you began joke around like usual and talked the rest of the way there. Bennett took the small victories.

Venti

Fatal Flaw: Tries to impress you too hard.

He knew exactly where he was going to sing his love ballad about you. The sound of the wind as it blew off the hills of starsnatch cliff would be the perfect accompaniment. Maybe it would need some encouragement, but it was nothing he couldn’t accomplish.

Venti wanted the wine to be just right for the occasion too. You deserved nothing but the best. And how else would he be able to judge the quality.... if not just a teeny tiny taste test? He had to be thorough about this choice after all.

The bard usually had enough self control to limit himself to a glass or two, but he felt his nerves get to him a tad. Venti had the confidence that he could show you a beautiful night, but in the end it was your choice whether to accept his heartfelt gesture. The archon respected your freedom above all else.

They sure don’t call it liquid courage for nothing! Venti was brimming with confidence when he brought you to a picnic under a tree, overlooking the cecilias in full bloom. You were visibly in awe, and your reactions quickly inflated the bard’s ego to dangerous heights. “If you think that’s beautiful, watch this.”

A gust of wind flowed over the field, sweeping up all the fallen petals to dance in the air. It was unreal, magical, magnificent, splendid, it was…… buzzing? A thud fell between the two of you and effectively ended the romantic moment. It was a wasps nest.

“ABANDON SHIP!” Venti cried out, grabbing your hand and booking it downhill.

Xingqiu

Fatal Flaw: Hubris.

He really doesn’t like to toot his own horn. Maybe once in a while when it’s warranted. But he really out did himself. Xingqiu read plenty of books regarding the art of courting, and they guided the way to what was sure to be the most romantic confession possible.

The brilliance was in the simplicity of the plan. First he would begin with a gift. The two of you always met at the book store on your off-days. When he sees you wear your long hair in your usual up-do, he would offer the beautiful hair ornament he acquired. Maybe in your excitement, you would even allow him to affix it for you.

The boy’s stomach dropped when he saw you enter the bookstore. He stared while you looked around for him, turning your head left and right in an adorable manner. The movement accentuated your newest feature... a hair cut. “Y/N, over here.” Xingqiu called to you, his confidence was already wavering a little. You excitedly walked to meet up with him and offered a big grin.

Well all is not lost! This leads into his next step; Flattery! “Dear Y/N, you cut your hair. It looks-” “Ugh, don’t remind me.” You quickly cut him off, mood souring just a tad. You explain the tragic story of how you stupidly got a chunk of your hair caught in a lever. The only solution was to cut it clean off, the dramatic change was definitely still a sore topic.

Now the boy was breaking a sweat. He changed to a new tactic, to cheer you up. Xingqiu dropped the subject and prompted that you both look at the newest releases. It would help to take your mind off things and he was banking on the last step of his plan to pan out. It was his last hope.

The two of you settled on the docks and were eager to discuss the books you had just picked. Xingqiu had hidden a love poem into the latest book from your favorite author. He knew you couldn’t resist picking it up, so he stealthily slipped the note into the book you held. Xingqiu spend all night pouring his heart out just right onto the page, as if trying to convey every reason he should be by your side. He expressed his desperate want to be the one to protect and cherish you. Watching you now, talking about your day, left his brain dazed in admiration. It made him realize that all those little things before didn’t matter, as long as you knew how much he adored you in the end.

Finally, you pulled out your newest book to show Xingqiu. The distressed boy nearly fell off the dock. “T-the cover-” He stammered, quickly righting himself. You looked back at him concerned, and slowly explained that it was a limited edition cover. It was only available for the first hundred copies sold. When you saw there was still some in stock, you just had to snag one.

Why do novels make romance it sound so easy....

Xiao

Fatal Flaw: One track mind.

Xiao had been hyping himself up for this one moment for weeks! He nearly talks himself out of confessing every other minute. You may not even reciprocate, but for his sanity he couldn’t keep hiding how deeply he cares for you. The whole situation was so uncertain but the hammering in his chest was proof that he had to do this.

Its like a band-aid he just had to rip it off. To get it over with. Xiao had no idea how to approach it and resorted to redeeming a favor owed to him. He needed to know what he was getting into and have a battle plan. When he approached Ganyu for advice he concealed most of the details. If she was any the wiser who he was asking romantic advice for, she was kind enough to not to mention it and let him keep his pride.

Xiao glanced down at the single glaze lily in his hand. The irony was not lost on him. It was almost humorous, an adeptus making an offering to a mortal and asking for their blessing.

It was almost the time and he prepared as if going into war. You greeted him and sat casually on the balcony railing of Wangshu Inn. Xiao wasted no time with pleasantries and held out the glaze lily to you. “Please accept this.” He stated. The flower was rigidly extended to the full length of his arm. The fiery determination on his face was quite off-putting while offering such a delicate plant.

“Ah... I appreciate it Xiao, I really do, but I can’t.” You began to say, confusion steeping into your tone.

“I insist and I ask that you hear me out.” Xiao’s arm did moving an inch. It was the first thing Ganyu told him to do. He couldn’t abandon his path already.

“What is going on Xiao? I really can’t accept-” You try to explain.

“Please.” His eyes were downcast and the yaksha’s tone was the closest thing to a plea that you’ve ever heard it. You were a tad bewildered and felt as though there was no use trying to talk him down right now. Left with no other choice, you reluctantly took the glaze lily in your hand.

“Y/N I must tell you that I-” Thats as far as Xiao got before the coughing fit began. Your wracking coughs brought you to your knees. A wheeze is the only thing you could manage as you point to your bag. Xiao was alert and scrambling to make sense of what was happening. Your bag is brought to you in an instant and an arm wrapped around your waist to gently guide you to a chair.

It took twenty minutes to fully get your breathing under control. You declined is offer to go grab you help. You just knew Xiao would disappear as soon as it arrived. It was a small allergy attack and nothing too threatening, but you could tell the boy next to you was profusely beating himself up for it.

You never did find out why he was so insistent on you taking that flower. What a strange guy.

Itto

Fatal Flaw: All of the above.

The whole situation was more or less doomed from the start. Once his oblivious ass realized he was in love with you, it was over. The oni was going to confess to you so hard that people were going to be talking about it for YEARS!

It was an all hands on deck operation. Itto gathered the whole gang and then some. He was able to recruit the neighborhood kids to gather as many sakura pedals as they could carry. The boys were on staging duty, making sure the location was so romantic it could even make onikabuto stop fighting long enough fall in love. Itto even managed win a few fireworks off Yoimiya. (She brutally crushed him in a game of Genius Invokation TCG, and mercifully tossed a couple firecrackers his way as a consolation prize.) SCORE!

It was all coming together! All that was left was to distract you for just a little bit longer. That was a job so important that he could only entrust it to his competent second in command. Shinobu tried to convince Itto again and again that he didn’t need all this extra stuff. Pulling off something this complicated was only setting his expectations to an impossible height. Overall wouldn't it be better to be up front and earnest with you about how he felt? Her genuine, good advice promptly fell on deaf ears. Itto was far too busy trying to find which color would make his horns look even cooler in the light of all the fireflies they captured to release right when he said he loved you. Shinobu left this trainweck to to its thing and went to go find you.

She usually would’ve press the subject more, but she did genuinely enjoy your company. The Arataki Gang Deputy considered you a good influence on the boss and anything that could keep him out of trouble, the better.

At last, the time arrived to set all the gears into motion. Now Itto just had to wait for.... The realization hit him. He hadn't told you or Shinobu a time or place too meet today.

The bumbling oni spent a great deal of the afternoon searching for you like a lost puppy. “Yo! Y/N! Hey Hi! I gotta talk to you!” Itto yelled out across the road. He had finally managed to catch up to you two. The guy was ecstatic that things were looking up, plan was back on track! If he hurried now he could get you to the location the gang set up before sunset.

Itto excitedly told you that you HAD to see something. You were always amused by his antics, so of course you agreed. Without hesitation the oni all but dragged you out the door and towards the beach.

When you arrived.... oh crap.

Apparently, you need to get a “warrant” or something to set up the most romantic love confession of all time. Are they trying to say they own the beach or something? That's crazy now! The gang members were trying to explain themselves to the Tenryou Commission guards when you both walked in on the scene. Itto may have made things only a little tiny bit worse when he called the annoyed guard a “block head without a romantic bone in his body”, but no one was keeping score were they? Nonetheless, the whole altercation placed everyone on the scene in a Tenryo Commission cell... including you.

Shinobu was gonna be so pissed.

Wanderer

Fatal Flaw: Forgets he’s supposed to be confessing.

The whole situation was incredibly annoying anyway. You were the one who wouldn’t take the hint, why should he have to spell it out for you. It’s not like he even wanted these feelings. It was all happening without his permission. On top of that, you were dense enough to miss the point every single time he tried to explain it to you.

“Is something on my face?” You asked your newly reformed friend while putting down your book. He'd been boring holes into your skull for several minutes now.

“No? Why are you asking dumb questions?” He snapped. You noticed Wanderer had been doing that quite frequently recently. You sighed in defeat and began gathering your things.

“If you don’t have anything nice to say, I’m heading out.” You told him casually.

You were usually pretty patient with Wanderer, but he’d been in some sort of sour mood lately. Typically it took a few more irksome things before he would start his attitude, but you just couldn’t figure out whats been setting him off recently. You decided it was best to just let him calm down and try again later.

“Don’t.” Wanderer said snatched your hand roughly before you could get too far. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t calling you dumb.” He spoke without looking directly at you. You made no movement towards returning and his grip on your hand did not let up.

“And?” You prompted gently.

“Sorry. I’m sorry I said it.” He spat out, clearly annoyed.

You settled back down and asked him what's been bothering him. It’s clear that he was on edge and when you pointed it out his posture became rigid. He was a former Harbinger for fuck sake. Why was this so terrifying. He had been through hell and back without flinching, yet here you were just a person with a goofy laugh and weird interests. It shouldn’t be that hard.

“It’s your fault.” The boy accused, shooting you an annoyed glare. “These emotions aren’t exactly something that come with a manual.”

You blinked back at him in confusion and damn it now you looked cute.

“Stop looking at me! It’s weird.” Wanderer sneered, and immediately scolded himself for harsh it came out. You narrowed your eyes and pointed out that he was just staring at you just a few moments ago. Doesn't that make him weird too? “What? No! That was different. Fuck, you’re already missing the point. That’s why this is impossible with you!”

You were loosing your patience and told him he was being just as impossible. “Me? At least I'm trying to talk here. You make things so much harder. If you just didn’t look at me like I asked, this wouldn’t have been an issue.” The boy jabbed back at you.

The bickering went on for a while and concluded with both of you storming off in opposite directions. It wasn’t until Wanderer entered the second room over that he remembered what he was trying to say...... “Ugh, smooth.” He scowls.

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sc0tters · 8 months

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In The End | Mat Barzal

summary: ultimately in the end fate realised that you were simply better suited for the man in New York. At least this one had your heart.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating.

word count: 1.59k

authors note: you guys probably haven’t been waiting for this one but the final part of this series is now here! Honestly it started off as a fun take on a request but I’m so glad that it bloomed into something more. We might not love Tito in this series, but he deserved the sorta ending he got.

part one | part two

What the fuck is going on y/n?

That was the last thing you had heard from Mat before he walked out of your apartment.

Two months had gone by and you had convinced yourself that this was for the best. Without Mat, it meant you had the time to truly focus on your relationship with Tito.

And that was going really well, Anthony and you spent three weeks in France where you found a ring in his suitcase.

Whilst no proposal came you were relieved to not have to turn him down. Time and time again you found your mind slipping back to Mat and you grew to hate yourself for it. How one night could make you so unhappy as you longed for the boy who wanted nothing to do with you.

But what you didn’t know was that Mat was longing for your message, your phone call, anything that showed him that you were done with Anthony. Yet as the posts came along highlighting the best moments from your trip he lost faith.

With weeks until the season was meant to start up again you thought that this was a battle that you were going to win “babe can you go get that?” Anthony called from the kitchen hearing his phone ring in the bedroom.

You thought nothing of it truly, so you stopped doing your makeup and went to his side of the bed to grab his phone “what the fuck?” You asked seeing Jenny🥰 appear as a FaceTime call.

Stupidly you answered with not a thought in your mind as you had more questions than answers “oh my god!” She shrieked seeing you appear on the screen instead of Anthony.

The girl was in nothing but some lingerie as she was forced to quickly find a robe to cover herself up. Anthony came back into your bedroom as you hadn’t responded to his messages of concern “baby?” His voice was nervous as he was met with the sight of your back.

You hadn’t realised that you were crying when you turned around to face him “h-how l-l-long?” You croaked out as you turned the phone around so that he could see what you had seeing.

His face dropped at the sight “I can explain-” Anthony reached out for you but you pulled away “answer my question?” The hockey player sighed as he watched her hang up the call.

If there was a moment that he knew that he was going to get caught then it would have been this one “we started in February.” Anthony confessed as he sat on the bed “and your ring?” Your lip quivered as his eyes widened.

Anthony let his head fall to his hands “for her.” In that very moment your sadness turned to anger “look I’m sorry-” the hockey player went to apologise but you cut him off “go find her.” You blurted out making his eyes go wide.

Your fingers ran through your hair “if you don’t love me anymore go be happy with her.” The logical part of your brain was only thinking about Mat.

The hockey player looked up at you “you’ve got someone too don’t you?” It was the fact that the spark that Anthony once lit in your eyes came up when you told him to go find her.

All you could do was nod as the boy got up to hug you “go get him.” Anthony smiled as you wrapped your arms around him giving him a squeeze “good luck.” Was the last thing you said to him before you left the apartment.

New York seemed to be on your side as the weather was warm but the cool breeze helped you as you ran through the city “pick up please!” You groaned as it went to voice note again.

Hey it’s Mat, I can’t come to the phone right now leave a message!

You grumbled something under your breath as you hung up feeling defeat slap you in the face as you sat on the sidewalk as your feet grew sore after you were met with nobody at Mat’s door.

It looked like you were an emotional girl who had just been dumped or something as your hands buried your face hiding it from the world.

You wanted to cry as cars whizzed past you “girl come with us!” Some random girls smiled at you as one of them held their hand out for you to grab.

They looked like they couldn’t have been any older than you so with their friendly faces you nodded getting up to face them “where are you going?” You asked wiping your eyes as you realised that your cheeks were wet “Still Partners over there!” The girl who helped you up explained as you could hear the sound of music coming from the bar.

So you followed them curious to know what caused the big crowd of people at the bar.

The soft sounds of a guitar played over the hum of the crowd “they’re really good.” You mumbled surprised when you were met with nods of agreement.

Your real shock of the night was when you finally got to see them, most of the members of the band were people you hadn’t met before. But of course there stood Mat, guitar in his hands and a look that was once nervous but then turned happy as he saw you.

Mat had this grin on his face as his eyes never left you “hi,” you mouthed sending him a salute as the boy responded with a nod trying to focus on what he was playing as your presence got rid of most of his nerves.

The hockey player practically jumped off the stage when their performance was done as he made a beeline for you as you stood by the bar “you did so good!” You smiled ordering him a beer to congratulate him.

Mat couldn’t believe that you were stood there in front of him “why are you here?” The Canadian wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into a hug “I came looking for you.” Now that wasn’t exactly the reason why you were in the bar but as the girls you hung out with waved goodbye you couldn’t help but smile “f’me?” Mat repeated as though you spoke a foreign language.

You looked up at him as you nodded “Anthony and I broke up.” You awkwardly explained as your ego tried to hold onto the fact that he let a smirk form on his lips for a quick second before he let you two sit down.

In that very moment the boy let his hand run up your knee as he looked at you like you two were the only people in the packed out bar “how do you feel about it?” Mat didn’t know if you were there for some kind of comfort or instead for what he hoped you would eventually say, that you would be there for him.

Whilst a million answers seemed to come to your mind you couldn’t help but shrug “relieved, a little embarrassed even-” you raked your fingers through your hair as Mat cut you off shaking his head.

He wrapped his fingers around the freshly poured pint glass that they bartender had placed in front of him “did he do something stupid?” The Canadians question made you feel dumb “he fell in love with a girl in Vancouver.” Was all you needed to say for Mat to bring his hand to his mouth.

Although he was surprised, he couldn’t say that he was fully shocked. Anthony hadn’t mentioned you in their weekly calls since February “which is sort of comforting cause then I don’t feel bad admitting that I love you.” You were very much so the kind of girl who kept your cards close to your chest but in that very moment you wanted Mat to know exactly where your head was at.

Mat slowly nodded as he took in the information “I tried to tell myself that if I ignored you and just worked on Tito then I’d be able to ignore you.” The ramble that came from your lips seemed to be like a weight that was lifted off of your shoulders “but the truth is that I grew to resent myself for pushing you away.” At this point you hadn’t realised that tears were rolling down your cheeks for the second time tonight until Mat leaned over and brought his hand to your cheek.

His calloused finger wiped away from your cheek as Mat frowned “you never pushed me away.” He cooed slotting his legs between yours as he got himself as close as he could to you.

The Canadian tilted your head up as he was now stood “fucking love you baby.” Mat’s confession had a grin on your face that probably gave the Cheshire Cat a run for his money.

You made the next move as you pushed yourself up on the chair letting you peck his lips “hey I tell you I love you and that’s how you respond?” Mat playfully scoffed letting his hands land on either side of your stool locking you in.

A giggle left your lips as you leaned forward again this time meeting his request as your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him down with you. Your tongue ran over his lower lip as you seemed to be in control of it until Mat pulled away “that’s more like it my shining star.”

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kissitbttr · 6 months

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I come here with dad’s best friend Miguel motivation

~he would touch you innocently in front of your father, like “you have smh in your hair let me get it out”

~but he would grope you any chance he got, which means every time your father wasn’t looking

~ if he got a call from your father to look after you while he was gone on a business trip, you two would fuck at every surface in da house

~oh and if his babies spilled out of you, nah he’s pushing in back

~he’d call you Spanish nicknames like ma, or mami when he’s turned on like an oven

~he adores that you call him Miggy, Papi when doing the deed

~he spoils the fuck outta you knowing that you’re the one

~by the time your father finds out that you’re dating and that Miguel corrupted his sweet gir, he would be mad angry

But he would be glad that it’s Mig and not some bitchass college frat boy, so he would let it slide

~by the time your sobbing father walks you down the aisle and you establish really high paying job at Alchemax and a running business with Miguel by your side, Miguel is locked in on getting you swollen w babies

-but bro would SOB sob while laying on your tummy after u told him that you’re growing child, he’d be like ‘he had gone too soft´

- yall would celebrate Christmas together, with you heavily pregnant so you would tap out by falling asleep

- the remaining duo would be in awe

Want me to continue?

oh my god anon HSHSJSJJSBSBS IM SPIRALLINGGGG

during dating stage he would most definitely spoil u with lots of good shit. designer shoes, handbags, lingeries. he even called someone from one of his business partner who works with famous line like Adam Selman, Alaïa, or Marc Jacobs to create your own dress. Whether it’d be made out of Swarovski Crystal or Mulberry Silk, because his smart and pretty baby deserves all the good things!!

“i told you not to buy me anything, papi! go and return them!” you scold, pointing at the three most expensive yet gorgeous dresses you have seen being displayed. one you don’t even imagine you could wear!

he shrugs in response, casually sipping his coffee. “my girl just got all A’s on her exams and three recommendation letters. you think i wouldn’t get you something, baby?”

“but this..” you eye at the specific floor-length sheer dress, made out of 200,000 Swarovski crystals. it is one of the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, you’re almost too afraid to look at it. “this must have cost a lot…”

again, he acts like it’s nothing. because it is nothing. he’s fucking miguel o’hara. he’s got all the money in the world to get you another five of these. you don’t even need to ask.

miguel walk towards behind you. a smile on his lips when he sees you in awe before wrapping his arms your waist. planting a quick kiss on your cheek. “like i said… you deserve it”

UGH this is so… dinner.. you fed me good thank u so much<333

#anon #answered #could u imagine being bathe in crystals… diamonds FFFFUUUCKK #i love u for this #miguel o’hara thoughts #miguel o’hara

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mothwingwritings · 4 months

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I kind of would like to see a yandere Katsumi with a breeding kink. I’m usually the one to write him with one, but I’d like to see the way one of my favorite writers would write him ❤️

Anything for you, my darling! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ I missed writing for our dear boy. <3 Also, you know his ass would be *so* sly about it. This man isn’t gonna stop until your body is a veritable child making factory, irrevocably binding you to him whether you want to be or not. :)

WARNINGS: Breeding kink, lots of mentions of babies (making/rearing) and pregnancy, dubcon, Katsumi blatantly lying to you and manipulating you to get what he wants for ‘your own good’ (of course :D).

NSFW so 18+ only please and thank you!!!

It had been several days since you saw Katsumi, a weekend trip to see your family taking you away from him for the past three nights. Judging by his reaction when you walked through the door however, you would have thought months or possibly years had gone by since you last embraced, as he was on you before you even had the chance to give him a proper greeting.

“Missed you so much baby,” he murmured in between heated kisses, his hungry mouth moving from your lips to trail sloppy kisses across your cheek and down your neck, “I’m so glad you’re home.”

You giggled at his enthusiasm, pushing on him a little in an attempt to get him to ease up. “I missed you too Katsu, but can I at least make it two steps inside before I am assaulted with affection, please?”

“Impossible.” He responded simply, hoisting you up from the floor. After he had successfully scooped you into his arms, he gave a small twirl, causing you to laugh harder. He made an exaggerated hustle to the living room, hauling you in tow. Gently he plopped you down on the plush sofa, making sure you were comfortable before positioning himself above you.

“There, happy?” he smiled, giving you a small kiss on the nose, “Now that you are safely and securely inside, do I have permission to continue?”

You sighed dramatically, giving a playful roll of your eyes. “Geez, you sure are needy today! But I suppose I can oblige your request just this once. Besides…” Your hand traveled up to cup his cheek, your thumb gently stroking his smooth skin as he leaned into you, savoring your touch. “It may have only been a few days, but you weren’t the only one feeling lonely.”

He took your words as an invitation to draw nearer, his warm smile radiating down on you as he pressed his lips to yours once more. Sweet, delicate kisses were quick to grow deeper, the intensity steadily increasing as you both sought to lose yourselves in each other.

…And you figured that would be the end of it. A hot and heavy make out session to welcome you back followed by cuddles, questions about the trip, updates on what happened while you were gone, and then maybe a very well deserved nap.

But Katsumi kept going, his hand slowly creeping under your shirt and across your stomach, stopping to paw at your chest. You gasped slightly at the sensation, causing him to release a pleased hum.

“Sensitive today, are we?” He teased you, his groping growing more feverish as he fed off your reaction. You whined as he pushed your shirt up past your chest, your bra following directly after, giving him free access to your bare chest. A chuckle rumbled from within him as his fingers pressed into your supple skin, your body twitching as his palms ghosted your nipples, thoroughly enjoying watching the reactions his subtle toying yielded. “You say I’m the needy one, but look how you are pressing against me, seeking me out. Even if you didn’t use your words to tell me how much you missed me, your body would have given you away.”

“Katsu” you hissed, squirming under each stroke of his hand, “please, can’t we at least wait till after I’ve settled in some?”

“This is settling you in,” he smiled, working until the top half of your clothing had been completely discarded on the floor. “How much more settled can you be than here in my arms, nestled up against me while we enjoy each other’s company?” He stopped for a second, briefly mulling over his words before adding “Well, I guess you’d be the most settled with me buried deep inside of you, but I’m working on that.”

Your face flushed at his brazen words, bunched fists pushing up against his chest in a small act of resistance. It wasn’t that you weren’t interested-your previous admission of loneliness wasn’t a lie. Your trip had only been a few days, but Katsumi had been busy for several nights preceding that, leaving you feeling deeply unfulfilled for well over a week. Toys and your own hands could only take you so far.

You could feel your resolve waning with each passing moment. Every kiss of his lips, every caress of his hand, every coaxing word spoken by his husky voice, was like torture to your love deprived body. In the midst of it all he shed his own shirt, making you damn near lose your mind with desire. What right did he have to look so good, like he was some kind of Adonis pulled from the pages of a romance novel? You shuddered as his eyes roamed the curves of your compromised form, shining with eagerness to drown you in pleasure.

He dipped his head back down to your chest, his gaze turning mischievous as his eyes bore into yours. His tongue lightly laved over your soft skin and you clenched your jaw to stifle a whimper, desperately attempting to calm yourself down. But despite your best efforts one slipped out when he gently bit down, his tongue swirling your nipple friskily. His free hand sought out your other breast, massaging it gingerly as he lapped and sucked to his heart’s content.

Losing yourself in his ministrations, it wasn’t until he began to tug at your pants that you started to come to, your haze of lust dissipating the further down your legs the clothing traveled. Once past the knees, your hands shot to his shoulders, garnering his attention.

“Katsumi, stop,” you tried to speak firmly, even though your voice still warbled with desire, “I’m not ready for this right now.”

“Shhh,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your stomach, continuing to undress you, “let me make you feel good, baby. You are worn out from the trip, right? I’m just trying to help you unwind~”

You gripped his shoulders tighter, “Katsu, please, I- I just think we should wait…” your voice trailed off, a red hue spreading across your cheeks as you spoke your next words, “Right now is… it’s kind of bad timing, you know? We’re in a bit of a danger zone if we do anything rash.”

You finished the sentence with a nervous laugh, hopeful that he would pick up on your true discomfort and drop the subject entirely. Unfortunately, your words didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest as he finished discarding your pants, now focusing on the panties that were destined to join them.

“You’re on the pill, right? It shouldn’t be a problem…” He shimmied himself down your exposed body, trailing kisses as he went, “besides, you don’t seem to be putting up much of a fight to stop me right now, so you can’t be that against what I’m doing to you.”

You looked down at him, pouting in reaction to his cheeky smile. “I shouldn’t have to fight you. You should just respect your beloved girlfriend’s wishes and stop on your own.”

Katsumi laughed, “You may have a point, but when you dangle a bone before a starving dog, he’s gonna make a move,” he gave you another once over, the heat of his stare causing your heart rate to quicken. “Looking the way that you do, you can hardly blame me.”

A jolt coursed through your body as you felt Katsumi’s fingers lightly graze your folds, a bright blush illuminating your cheeks as Katsumi gave another throaty chuckle. He planted a lingering kiss on your leg, “So fucking cute,” he spoke against your skin, his demeanor morphing from mischievous to downright lustful, “I know you want this too. I’ll use protection, OK?”

Before you had the opportunity to respond his fingers were pressing more firmly against you, teasing your entrance. A wave of heat rushed through your body, your hips bucking up involuntarily to receive more of his touch. Driven by your body’s reaction, Katsumi repositioned himself between your legs, quickly shedding his pants in the process.

Your whole body ached with desire as you watched him move above you, staring at you with longing eyes. You had witnessed him like this countless times before, but each time it happened you couldn’t help but gawk at him. Katsumi was flawless, strong, and handsome beyond compare. Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder how someone like him even ended up as yours to begin with (though he always hated that insecurity of yours, stating if anyone were to feel that way in this relationship, it should be him).

Katsu was your biggest fan, the apple of your eye, the love of your life. You were both just as crazy about each other now as you were when you first met so long ago, wrapped up in some kind of never-ending whirl-wind romance you thought only existed in movies or fairy tales. You loved him so goddamn much, every moment with him was a moment to be treasured.

So when he lowered his mouth to your entrance, dragging his tongue languidly against your bare cunt, your body was quick to give in. You shuddered as his tongue worked its way inside of you, warm and inviting as it tenderly explored you. Your breathing grew erratic as his thumb moved to massage your clit, his hand and mouth working in synchrony to lead you to euphoria.

You knew where this was all headed, and even with Katsumi’s previous assurances you still felt unsure. You had been experiencing abnormal hormonal fluctuations, often times having a full on period when you knew the medicine you were on was supposed to be staunching it. You had been meaning to go to the doctor to get it addressed but something always seemed to be popping up, barring you from finding out the root cause of the issue.

You had tried to stress your concerns to Katsumi multiple times, but he always brushed them off by saying that you were both being safe and nothing would happen. You wanted to believe him, truly you did, but you knew how weak your resolve was in moments like this and his was even worse. How could either of you say you were doing all you could to prevent bringing another life into this world, a life neither of you was ready to raise or care for?

But even with all your misgivings, how could you ever tell him no? How could you ever not give in to your overwhelming need for him? The longer he touched you the more you felt as if you were losing yourself, ensnared by the bliss he was supplying you. You whined as his hand gripped your leg tighter, pulling you closer to him. You assisted by latching your hands to his hair, grinding yourself against his face as you chased your pleasure. He moaned against you in response, causing you to shiver.

In your haze of lust, you glanced down at him, watching as his feverish mouth worked its magic. Your blush deepened when his focus shifted back your way, his lidded eyes staring up at you had a bestial look to them as he fixated on you, thoroughly engrossed in eating you out. He was fueled by each twitch of your face, the furrowing of your brow, the look of growing ecstasy in your eyes, and you found his palpable desire just as exciting.

All of your tells were driving him to the point of insanity as he lapped at you, the bulge in his boxers growing painful as it strained against the pre-cum soaked fabric, desperate to be inside of you. “I need you now,” his voice was deep as he detached himself from you, wiping your slick from his chin with the back of his hand, “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Katsu,” your voice was strained, missing his contact as soon as it was gone, “Katsu, I-“

“It’s OK baby,” Katsumi purred, cutting you off, “I told you I’ll take care of you, and I’m a man of my word.”

His baritone voice caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach, your entire body aching for him as he shed what remained of his clothing. He spat on his hand, giving himself a few cursory pumps before he slotted himself against you, dragging his hard cock tauntingly across your opening.

“Are you ready for me?”

Though your mind was muddled with desire, the fact that Katsumi was not sticking to his promise had not escaped your notice. A pang of fear spiked in your heart as you felt him start to enter you, the repercussions of this liaison sending anxiety coursing through your veins.

“W-wait, you said-“

Katsumi pressed his lips to yours, making you instantly swallow your protest. He pushed his way inside, causing you to whine against his kiss. He parted from you slightly, his breathing unsteady as he enjoyed the feeling of you enveloping him.

“I’m sorry baby, couldn’t wait,” he panted, moving his hips until he was completely sheathed inside of you, “you feel so fucking good.”

“Katsu,” you whispered, overwhelmed by the stretch of him inside of you, “please, I-“

Another kiss, “It’ll be OK, trust me.”

His voice was hurried, his words a means to pacify. They did little to assuage your concerns, but as you felt the slow drag of his length against your walls, your ability to dispute him was stolen from you. His thumb pressed against your clit, massaging the tender bud, coaxing your body back into a sense of mounting ecstasy that effectively killed any lingering protests.

You gasped as he thrust into you again, more forcefully than his initial entrance. He continued just as roughly, each deliberate stroke hitting you so deeply it made your head spin. Delicate whimpers turned into wanton moans as he pushed on, quickening his pace to an almost brutal degree. He leaned down, pressing his body against yours as he covered your neck with hot, open mouth kisses. His hands gripped the back of your legs, pressing them back so that he had access to plunge even deeper.

“So fucking perfect,” he panted into your neck, voice wavering with desire, “everything about you is perfect (name). I love you so fucking much.”

A particularly harsh push of his hips made you scream, a growl of pleasure rumbling from Katsumi’s throat. “And you’re all mine. I’m the only one that gets to see you like this, the only one who can make you feel this good. And you’re the one who completes me, the only person that drives me to the point of insanity with how much I love you.”

At some point tears began to fall down your cheeks, the intensity of his love overpowering you as he imprinted himself into your very core. His affection was as intoxicating as it was formidable, and you found yourself being able to do little more than cling to him, crying over the potent mix of pleasure and pain he continuously hammered into you.

His hands snaked up your arms, entwining his fingers with yours in a vice like grip. Sweat coated his brow as his eyes caught yours in a heady stare. You could tell his release was imminent, the ability to speak chased away by his growing passion, a string of unintelligible praises and moans tumbling from his lips as his hips smacked lewdly against you.

A final wave of pleasure crashed upon you, taking you in its brilliance. Crying out in bliss, you tightened around him as you came, your entire body vibrating in complete satisfaction at Katsumi’s efforts. The reaction caused his hips to stutter, his voice roaring your name as he came, spilling himself deep inside of you.

For a moment you were lost in your buzz. Breathing heavily in his arms, a thin layer of sweat coated your battered body as you slowly regained your bearings. Katsumi stayed where he was, plugging you up as he planted lingering kisses along your face and collarbone, his praise never ceasing as he held you close.

“K-Katsumi,” your voice was weak as you came down off your high, a nagging feeling of disquiet once more taking root in your brain. You squirmed in his hold, trying to detach yourself from him and the softening cock he kept stuffed inside of you. “Katsumi, get off of me…”

“Hey now, if you keep moving around like that you’re gonna get me excited again,” he chuckled, your body jolting when he gave your breast a playful nip, “You already ready for round two? Naughty girl~”

“S-stop,” you pouted, upset that he was trying to joke around when you were in a clear state of distress, “What the hell even was that? I told you now wasn’t good timing…”

He laughed again, “As I said, you didn’t seem to really be complaining.”

You smacked him lightly on the shoulder, brows furrowing. “I’m not joking around Katsumi! It felt nice, but what happens if…” Your voice trailed off. Despite all you had just done, you couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed as you confronted what could be a very real repercussion of your actions. “What if we get pregnant?”

“…Would it really be so bad?”

Your eyes shot back to him, taken aback by the nonchalance in his words. There was a serene smile on his face as he spoke them, as if bringing a child into your life was no big deal at all.

“We’re gonna have them someday anyway, aren’t we?” He continued to smile at you, nudging his nose against yours affectionately, “Does it really matter if we have them now or later? Another member of the Orochi family wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” He planted a small kiss on your lips, looking down at you with a sparkle in his eye. “Besides, you’d look absolutely gorgeous full of my children, don’t you think? Can’t say I’m not looking forward to you wobbling around all plump and pretty, there will just be that much more of you to love on.”

A deep red blossomed across your face, trailing down your chest. “Y-you know I’m not ready for all that Katsu, I wouldn’t know the first thing to do with a kid right now.” You shook your head, giving him an earnest look, “We can’t do this, at least not yet. I, we are not ready for a commitment that big. We agreed on this already, right?”

He hummed thoughtfully as he took you in, an indiscernible look reflected in his eyes as they bore into yours. For a brief moment you felt uncomfortable with his demeanor, his silence making you feel almost as if something you said had bothered him and now he was upset with you. But just as you were about to confront him on it, his smile returned. In a swift movement he pulled out of you, pivoting his body around until he had scooped you up in his arms.

Pressed firmly against his chest, he planted a kiss on the crown of your head. “I’m sorry (Name), you’re right. I just can’t help but get carried away when I’m with you. I’ll try better to restrain myself in the future.”

You sighed, snuggling into his chest as you tried to dispel the feelings of concern that still wracked your mind. “It’s OK,” you spoke softly, the evidence of his transgression leaking uncomfortably from between your legs. “We’ll just have to be extra careful in the future, alright?”

As you rested against him, Katsumi was happy you couldn’t see the guilt that briefly permeated his features. He had total faith in his plan, knew that ultimately it was the right thing to do for not just him, but yourself as well. Yet still, hearing your blatant concern as you snuggled against him, held close by the man you trusted the most while you remained none the wiser to his plan… He couldn’t help but feel like the bad guy.

He grimaced as he tightened his hold on you, frustrated that you were making this so hard for him. You belonged with him. No one could make you happier than he could, no one could protect you or provide for you better than he could. Really, all of the fears you conjured pertaining to your inevitable future with him were your own fault, self-inflicted punishment you suffered for being so stubborn.

Every ideal and goal that you were so keen on pursuing were ultimately pointless in the grand scheme of things-Silly little distractions that you for some reason deemed as more important than creating a family with him. He tried not to let it gnaw away at him, but sometimes it was too hard to ignore.

The thought that you could just slip away someday, leaving him behind as you gave your love and your future to someone else, haunted him. He knew you loved him, it was undeniable. He was sure a break-up was the furthest thing from your mind, the loyalty you felt for him as unwavering as his was for you. And yet worries still plagued him. You were his happiness, his love, his light. Everything he did, he did for you. If one day your love for him dimmed, where would that leave him? What would be the purpose of life if you weren’t there by his side, experiencing it with him as you grew old together?

He couldn’t accept that, he wouldn’t. You were his, always and forever. But he needed an assurance that you would stay by his side for keeps, something bigger than spoken promises and more concrete than a ring on your finger. He needed something to bind you to him irrevocably, a sign of your lifelong love that was truly permanent.

And what was a better culmination of devotion and attachment than a baby? He always wanted to be a father, and from the moment he met you, he wanted to make you the mother of his children. It only made sense that one day, hopefully very soon, that goal would be realized.

In his home, fat with his babies, basking in his touch and his ceaseless love, THAT was the life you deserved and the only thing you should be focused on. If you weren’t going to recognize it on your own, of course he had no choice but to begin taking drastic measures. Swapping out your pills, sabotaging your doctor’s appointments, lying to you… he wasn’t proud of himself for having to do it, but his hands were tied. Any struggling or feelings of discontentment were ultimately entirely your own fault.

“…Katsumi? Did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry baby,” he startled at the acknowledgment, dragged back to earth by your questioning voice. “But I hear you loud and clear. I meant it when I said you have nothing to worry about. I’ll always keep your best interests at heart, I promise.”

#I hope you enjoyed my darling~<3 #thank you for the ask!#katsumi orochi x y/n #katsumi orochi x reader #katsumi x reader #katsumi x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere katsumi orochi #baki the grappler x reader #baki reader insert #yandere baki the grappler #yandere katsumi orochi x reader #yandere katsumi orochi x y/n #yandere baki the grappler x reader #yandere baki the grappler x y/n #dark fic #this man is trying SO hard to impregnate you smh

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rollinouttahere-writes · 4 months

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Happy valentines ! Can I request dark chocolate for 5 and 8 please for Ace 🙏

This is lowkey a prequel to this one tbh

Yandere Ace x GN!Reader

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You deserve this and more. Everything in the world, if you ask me.

If you don’t make a decision, I will.

Everyone tried to change your mind and discourage you from continuing your relationship with a certain pirate, but the heart wants what the heart wants.

Well, to be fair, you’re not sure you could call it a relationship. You two were in the throws of a flirty, will-we-won’t-we phase. Ace was extremely charming in a goofy, boy next door sort of way, and you found it irresistible. He was something new and exciting in an otherwise boring town. You couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have as much fun with him as possible while you could. Sure, the rest of his crew was filled with other fun individuals that you’d also enjoyed getting to know, but Ace was a definitive favorite.

When he asked you to meet up with him in a secluded spot late at night, you eagerly agreed and spent all day looking forward to whatever he had in store for you. He seemed excited about it too, so you’re sure that it’s going to be something good. Given how wary everyone has been in regards to Ace, you told no one about it. The meeting would be a secret rendezvous between two maybe-lovers. At least that’s how you were seeing it.

After making sure you looked your absolute best, you snuck out of the village and headed for where Ace said to meet him. Your heart pounded in anticipation, wondering what the night would bring.

At the south end of the small island you lived on was a cliff face overlooking the beautiful expanse of the endless ocean. The spot was actually already a well established location for romantic rendezvous, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Ace was aware of that. Was it purely a coincidence, or had he done that intentionally?

Using the forest as a means to hide yourself from any prying eyes did make the trip a little longer than it needed to be, but you didn’t want to risk anyone you knew seeing and trying to stop you. The trees eventually started to thin out, and you could see the clearing of the cliff face peeking through the spaces. You pressed forward with a renewed energy, feeling giddy like a teenager with a crush.

The first thing that caught your eyes was Ace’s bright orange hat, it was impossible to miss. It seemed he had his back to you. Grinning mischievously, you reduce your light jog into a slow creep, careful not to make a noise in the brush as you close in on your unsuspecting love. In the last few steps, you lurch forward; crashing into his back and wrapping your arms tightly around his middle.

Ace yelped in surprise, but relaxed quickly upon hearing your familiar giggles. He squirmed around in your grip so he could face you. His strong arms circled around you, returning your gesture gently but firmly. You sank into him, nuzzling your face into the fabric of his yellow shirt and basking in the comfort of his scent. Notes of the sea, a campfire, and his natural musk.

“I’m glad you came, I was nervous that you wouldn’t show,” he spoke in a quiet voice. One of his fingers was tracing circles on your back soothingly.

“Of course I did, how could I ever pass up on this?”

His arms tightened and he chuckled, “You’re too kind to me.” Ace relinquished his hold on you, and you begrudgingly did the same. You finally properly took in your surroundings and noticed a blanket thrown over the ground near the cliff. A lit lantern and a basket sat on top of it.

You squealed excitedly and hugged Ace again, “Is this a picnic? Oh, You didn’t have to do all this for me!”

“I wanted to do this for you. You deserve this and more. Everything in the world, if you ask me.” The words were spoken with such conviction and sincerity that it made your face hot to the touch and your heart flutter. How could any of your fellow villagers think of him as nothing more than some awful brute? He’s such a sweetheart.

He motioned for you to sit down and make yourself comfortable, and you had no reason to object. You’d been so preoccupied about tonight that you’d neglected to eat, so the late night meal was more than welcome. While you were happily digging in, you couldn’t help but notice that Ace wasn’t doing the same. All he did was pick at his food and occasionally steal glances at you. Upon looking a little more closely, you can see that he’s blushing.

Was this going to be it? Would he make your relationship official?

Your staring didn’t go unnoticed. Ace made eye contact with you, only for his face to turn a deeper shade of red and look away. Feeling emboldened by what, in your opinion, was confirmation of your feelings being mutual, you scoot closer to him and link your arms around one of his..

“So… Did you bring me here so you could tell me something?” You’re far too eager to let this progress naturally, so you try to goad him on.

The tips of his ears now matched his face, but he found it in him to speak. “I did.” There was a pause as he mentally prepared himself for what was about to be said. With a shake of his head, the nervousness dissipated and shifted into determination. He turned to face you fully and took your hands in his. The skin was rough, but so warm that it teetered on the edge of hot.

“I’m in love with you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you can only gawk at him.

“I’ve met so many people, but no one has made me feel the way that you do. You’re so perfect that I feel wrong for even touching you, but I can’t help myself but want more of you. I know it’s selfish, but I need you. I need you by my side. So I need to ask you something.” Ace pulled you closer, resting his forehead against your own, “Will you come with me?”

The elation from his confession abruptly crashes down around you as the reality of the situation hits you. Could you really go with him? Could you leave everything behind for a man that you’ve only known for a week? As love struck as you are, it’s not enough to completely blind you from reason.

Your hesitation and lack of a response punches Ace in the gut. His face falls and the heartbreak in his eyes almost makes you cave and agree. “You… You don’t feel the same.”

“N-No! That’s not it! I do feel the same! I mean- I love you, too. It’s just…” You trailed off as you struggled to articulate your dilemma and averted your gaze. “I don’t know that I can just up and leave so suddenly. My whole life is here… I need to think about it, okay?”

You look at his face once again, hoping to see understanding in his eyes. Rather than that, all you saw was hurt and betrayal, like he couldn’t believe your words. His hands still tightly grasped yours, but now they trembled. You wrack your mind to find the right words to sooth him, but you’re coming up blank.

“If you don’t make a decision, I will.”

The statement from Ace catches you entirely off guard. It… It almost sounded like a threat. The sparse lighting of the lantern only made his expression look more ominous. All you can do is stammer out a meek, “Excuse me?”

“We set sail tomorrow. If you haven’t made a decision by then, I will make it for you.” He finally let go of you and you were quick to put some distance in between you two. The warnings from your friends and family were starting to make a lot more sense.

“You’re going to be on that ship with me.” There was no question here, Ace appeared to already have his mind set on a specific outcome, and you’re afraid of what’s going to happen if you try and keep that from happening.

#one piece #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #portgas d ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace x reader #yandere #valentines day event #ladydoe8

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bonezone44 · 2 months

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IMAGINE:

Ezra joins the Triple Frontier boys for a mission. He finds Frankie alone one night, sitting by himself. He snuggles up real close, shows him a special toy he brought to keep him company on the long trip. It's a fleshlight. Ezra describes the features of it, using his finger to caress the rubbery folds before plunging it into the tight hole--an action that causes Frankie to tense up with a quiet gasp.

"I have pleasured myself with this many times over," Ezra smirks, his face inches from Frankie's. "Perhaps you'd like to experience the delight of this bauble for yourself?"

Frankie's fingers dig trenches into his knees. He swallows a thick wad of spit. "I-I-I don't know--"

Ezra's free hand tugs gently on the waistband of Frankie's pants. "I can provide a personal demonstration if you'd like?"

Frankie's face has gone red, his eyes searching Ezra's in a panic. He briefly glances at the door of the room.

"Don't worry about them," Ezra says with his eyes locked on Frankie's. "They're more than occupied for the time being."

Frankie's mouth has been hanging open the entire time they've been talking and when he tries to speak again, it's very raspy. "O-okay."

Ezra's smirk grows wider as he undoes Frankie's pants and pulls his hardening cock out. He glances down. "Nice cock you have there, soldier boy. Let's see if we can fit inside this tight little hole, hmm?" He slowly brings the fleshlight down on Frankie's hardness.

There was already lube inside of it, Frankie realizes as he's engulfed in tight moisture. Ezra had prepared it--either for himself or for Frankie, he's not sure. But he finds sweet relief in the sensation nonetheless. He closes his eyes but he can still feel the heat of Ezra’s breath on his cheek.

"Feels good, don't she?" Ezra asks, not expecting much of a reply as he guides the toy up and down, jerking off Frankie with smooth movements. Ezra chuckles at Frankie's fervent nod. "Almost as good as a real wet cunt, huh?"

"Yeah," Frankie gasps out and wipes the sweat beading on his forehead. "'S good," he stutters.

"Always glad to assist a brother in need." Ezra grins.

Frankie bites his lip, his brows furrow deep.

Ezra wraps his free arm around Frankie's shoulder and begins to pepper him with kisses along his neck, cheek, and into his hair. "Soldier boy like you works himself to the bone, don't he?" His slides the toy along Frankie's cock a little faster. "Gives every bit of himself until there's nothing left? Until he's all empty?" Ezra tuts. "Poor thing. Must be hard giving to everybody but yourself." He hums. "You're a good boy, 'Fish. And don't let anybody tell you any different."

Frankie starts panting. His face is somehow even redder than before. He grips Ezra's arm, not to stop him, but to simply ground himself in Ezra's body and presence.

Ezra maintains his pace. The squelching inside the toy is quiet, but audible. He wishes it were his own skin wrapped around Frankie's cock, but he figured the toy was a useful buffer--in case Frankie rebuffed his advances. But now that he's seen Frankie's reactions, he knows he'll be swallowing Frankie's loads before the mission ends and they all part ways.

"I'm gonna--" Frankie stutters.

"Good, soldier boy. I want you to. Want you to leave your spend inside to grease my own endeavor towards satisfaction. Come on, soldier boy. You deserve it. You do. You work so hard. You deserve to feel so good--"

Frankie comes quietly, releasing himself inside the toy. His whole body relaxes. His eyes are bleary.

Ezra pulls the toy off of Frankie's softening cock, causing Frankie to whimper.

"My turn," Ezra smirks.

#ezra x frankie morales

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baldwin2001 · 9 months

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IMPORTANT TO MENTION. SORRY, BUT ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I'M STILL LEARNING.

I already posted the One shot in Spanish, now it's in English.

The queen of his heart.

ENGLISH

"In the distance you can see the castle, gentlemen," the red-haired woman communicated loudly to her soldiers behind her. Just in time.

Surieth Sahar. Mother of the kingdom of Aktakistan. Despite being so recently after the death of his father, four years, his people and his knights feel immense respect for her. In such a short time she achieved public and economic policies that greatly favored her people.

Now she was about to reach Jerusalem, far to the south of her kingdom. But he was only doing it for one purpose, his late mother was originally from the holy land, she had promised him to maintain a good relationship with the Christians despite being of different religions. Currently he was in a delicate situation, Saladin's army had taken over much of the eastern lands, managing to expel the Crusaders from there, so he was going with his best warriors to recover the lost lands and can not advance towards the capital.

"Suri..." exclaimed Sibylla with a smile when he saw her enter the palace with his most important knights. "Well, rather. Surieth Shahar, mother of the kingdom of Aktakistan."

The redhead could not help but let out a little laugh, scaring her warriors, since hearing her laughter was something unusual. Since the death of her parents, her spirits had fallen to the ground, and the only people she was a little more affable with were the children of the village.

"Leave aside the formalities, and come here." said Suri, extending his arms and making a little movement with his fingers.

Even though making such demonstrations was against the manners she had been taught, Sibila was going to make an exception for her best friend.

"You don't know how much I've missed you." she murmured into Surieth's arms.

"I've missed you too, Sibylla" she replied with a small smile.

"Everyone in the palace has, even Bald..." she was interrupted by her friend.

"Where is your little son? The last time I saw him, he was a little above my waist." she asked ignoring her comment. Surely he's all grown up now.

"Yes, he's grown up a lot since the last time you were here" he smiled at her comment, took her hand and pulled her a little towards the palace. "But come, he's waiting for you in the garden, he even prepared a whole banquet just for you.*

"Oh, it wasn't necessary."

" Suri, don't be modest. I know you're not here for a visit, but you deserve it after all the trip you made to get here." This time he took both her hands as he brought them to his chest, giving her a smile making her fall for his charms.

"It's okay, Sibylla."

That only made the red-haired girl's smile grow bigger, she and her son had missed her terribly. And even though she didn't want to say it, her brother had missed her too.

Throughout the banquet the laughter was heard all over the garden, Baldwin V had grown into a very handsome boy, and now he surpassed her in height. And the first moment she saw him she almost did not recognize him, but he had not forgotten her, and she did not hesitate to give him a big hug. While in the distance Sibyl watched them with a melancholic smile. Since he was a child, he managed to establish a nice friendship with the redhead and he was glad that despite the years, it was still there.

The only thing that caused great discomfort during the meal was to feel the intense blue eyes of King Baldwin IV on her, but he was not alone, but at his side was his wife, it was a little strange, since he usually ate alone in his room, but to tell the truth he had not managed to hold the desire to see her after so many years, he missed her. And why not, if they were once lovers, but they ended when she found out that he had to marry a Christian, and could never be next to a paid one like her, or at least not let him marry her, or at least they wouldn't let him

Now, several years later, they meet again, she without any kind of love relationship, focusing on ruling her kingdom in the north, while Baldwin had been married for almost five years to a young woman of high society named Salome, daughter of a duke of the west. However, despite having been together for so long, they never got along well, he tries to have a good relationship with her, but because of her shocking character, it is impossible for him.

They had no children yet, and Baldwin did not want to have them with her, but he had an obligation to give an heir to his people, and he has felt pressured, since they have not managed to conceive one.

They were both in the royal library talking about the war tactics they would perform during their confrontation with Saladin, with dozens of maps and books scattered around the large table, while Surieth did not stop talking about the strategy she would do with her knights, Baldwin did not stop staring at her, she was still as beautiful as the last time he saw her, only without the tears that fell down her eyes after having broken her heart, and having told her that they could no longer be together.

"I miss you."

But she ignored him, she felt bad but it was for the best.

" Suri..." the affectionate way she called him, broke.

"Your majesty," she said bluntly, and without taking his eyes off him." I must inform you that the future war with Sultan Saladin is more important than something that is already in the past."

"For me there is still a chance, Suri," he said, sure of his words.

"Well, not for me," she said coldly.

She didn't support him anymore, she was ready to leave, anywhere but far away from him, but he stopped her by taking her arm and getting dangerously close to her.

"Kiss me," he challenged her without looking her in the eyes, "Or wouldn't you kiss a leper?"

"No," she exclaimed, giving him a furious look, "I wouldn't kiss a married man.... It's against my morals."

"You're right," she gave a little giggle of naivety, "it was daring of me."

" Please..." she was about to call him by his name, "Baldwin" but she regretted it "your majesty. Don't make this even worse, I didn't come for you, but to fulfill my mother's last will, despite marrying a man of a different culture who took her far from here, she never stopped having Jerusalem in her heart."

" I understand..." he lowered his eyes, not having the courage to look at her "I lost her heart a long time ago."

"It was at that moment... when you told me that you couldn't be with me because you was thinking of marrying another woman, it was then" she didn't look at him with anger, but with melancholy. "But that doesn't matter... Let's continue with the strategy"

He did not say anything, at least not on that subject. He was a fool, what he felt and lived with Surieth, do not compare with anything, not even with the five years he has spent with Salome, that more than a marriage, for him has been nothing but a hell.

#baldwin iv #king baldwin iv #MedievalRomance #leper king #BalduinoIV #baldwin iv x reader #baldwin iv x oc

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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Not sure when you start getting TTT requests typically but if possible, could you please do one with Bruce getting head and being very sensitive and vocal about it? Any Bruce x reader verse you’d like!! Thank you so much!

"God don't stop," he groaned.

It was rainy and cold. And for once, on a Sunday, Bruce had you to himself. Ostensibly, this was a work trip.

Mostly it was an excuse to fuck you stupid in an expensive hotel. Because you deserved it. And because he needed it. You needed it. After weeks- months of turmoil and waiting for you to be healed up properly- all he wanted was to spend as much time as he could to remind you that you were loved.

After the day, he was over stimulated. It felt like he was on fire but the gentle licks against the head of his cock felt like angle kisses. He wasn't sure if he COULD come again, not without a snack and a nap. And he was pretty sure that the housekeeping staff for the hotel would paint whatever was happening in this penthouse as an orgy but. It wasn't.

It was just the two of you.

"Fuck," he groaned, "Fuck me. God." He hissed and tangled his hands in your hair.

"Too much?" you ask.

"Don't stop," he panted. "Just slow down."

You hum and lick up the underside of his cock slowly. "Good boy, Brucie. You're doing so good-"

"That's it baby," he groaned. "Tease me, huh? Gonna make me beg for it?"

"Don't want you to beg," you tell him, "Just to forget how to speak English for a minute."

And when he started to huff a laugh and you took him in your mouth, swallowing when his cock brushed the back of your throat, his laugh turned into a helpless moan. And for just a second, he was glad the penthouse came with a pool. You were both going to be sore but he didn't think he could stop.

He could live between your thighs if you'd let him and this weekend he intended to.

#Bruce Wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne #doting husband!bruce #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #thirst trap thursday

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mariadotcom · 9 months

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pennhurst - the start of going down (P. I)

hey guys, it's been a while since we last had some (or nay) interactions but life have been getting crazier by the second. i apologize since i left the blog untethered and filling with spiders and moths, but i'm (partially) back and hope you like this little romance, thrilling horror or something i've been working on on my free time. if not, dm me and i'll hear ya! xo maria

prompt: y/n is an immigrant from south america, she owns a bodyshop and there's where she meets sam and colby. as the friendship between them blossoms, other things arise as well, perhaps some of them should've remain buried. ghosts from the past, a difficult romance and a carrousel of ups and downs between them form a storm - but the living aren't the problem alone amidst this tempestuous story. WARNINGS: none, i guess. but strong language, NOT for minors, and i am a mess so god knows - and popular demand tells - when will i post the following chapter.

we promised we'd be back in full blast but not to exaggerate much and get ourselves - especially colby - hurt. since chemo ended, he's been more active and i, as friend who's been there through good and bad, think he deserves a time doing what he loves, performing his job oh so gracefully.

usually, i'm off-screen and i'm glad about it - helping the boys carring their stuff around and exploring places with friends on my days-off. this time around the only differencial would be colby's health on watch; sam was being careful and watching over him more than any of us would, despite that being expected. although something was off, i could feel it. the way colby would glare at people sometimes, with tears in his eyes. he'd be saying the most deep and thoughtful shit, but usually was hitting harder. "say what you feel to the ones you love, y/n" he'd say and i'd anwer "i love you, colby. it's never enough how much...". we met when they moved to Vegas at a bodyshop i own. they trusted their cars with me and we ended up bonding and becoming friends, colby was more standoffish at first but he came around once he learned that i was to be trusted - at least a bit.

the cancer news hit us all like a brick to the head, a cold rush of familiarity through my veins. it was all so new yet so similar. gladly, the treatment and the operation were enough, and he was never alone. not a single second. sam was alway there for him and so was i, whenever they chimed me in. anyways, on the welcome-back trip, sam thought a trip would do him good whereas i thought an exploration would serve better. combining both, for colby, was the greatest so that's what we did. sam chose the location through some people he met along the way of the chanel, i was so excited to finally know the spot i barely focused on colby and what was he saying.

"....then we could try to explore the place ourselves. what you think, y/n?" he said while scrolling through his phone. it wasn't sam and colby's first visit there, but it was mine and they wanted me to have a good time and full immersive experience. "huh?" i questioned "this whole thing is about YOU, colbert. you should be the one 'thinking' of something."

"yeah, yeah. i just want to make sure we all have fun, you know?" his pale blue eyes stared at me for a second and, as usual, i stared back. i couldn't get enough. "y/n?" he called.

"sure, colby. i'll do whatever you want me to..." i stated focusing on the pile of e-mails stacking in my inbox.

"isn't it time for you to take a vacation? some time off?" colby asked seeing how busy and overwhelmed i was. i sighned, he moved from one couch to another to sit closer. "c'mon you could stay some time with us, ditch the company for a few days..."

i cut him off before he could finish his line of thought "colby, you know i can't. the company is expanding.... i need to focus" i rolled my eyes and rested my head upon his shoulder. we watched as sam entered the room, sweaty shirt signaling he just came back from the gym "hello, lovebirds," he said jokinlgy "what are we discussing?"

"how y/n should get a few weeks of vacation" colby gently backed up, laying my head on the couch as he stood up to greet sam and the grocery bags i just now realize he had been holding for a while. "you're obviously in need of some of it, y/n. why don't we make this trip a bit longer so you can take AT LEAST a few days more to reset?" sam suggested.

"but i...." "you can't run no company if you're worn out, dude" sam cut me. "besides, it is YOURS. you're the boss! c'mon, we'd love to have you for a couple days more, right colby?"

"yeah, besides you still owe me a movie night!" colby stated. it's been months since i've been promising the movie night with thrilling and horror movies, just colby and i, to talk about how he has been feeling lately and other stuff. it's always a pleasure be around such a good friend. [wish we were a bit more than that].

"you know what, you two!" i started with and angry tone, eyes still closed, still laying on their couch. "you're right...." i cooled down. "i need to get some rest. i'll take 3 weeks off and nothing more but please, you both are in charge of me"

"couting now?" colby joked.

"no, robert, couting monday..."

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Friday afternoon after my last meeting, i was still rushing around, making sure every inch of the bodyshop was clean, organized, ready for monday morning's routine of receiving and fixing cars and guaranteeing excellence to costumers. my CEO (and godfather, altogether) made sure they'd be fine without me for a couple weeks and he'd only call in emergencies. i was hoping for little to none, but leaving for the first time in years was still frightening.

i saw the old toyota corolla make a corner, if there were a better picture than that, colby's glass were not really dark-stained so i could see through it. he was wearing, shockingly, a dark green shirt, black and green jacket and i could swear i saw someone on the backseat for a split second. knowing him, i'd be either surprised or scared the second i set foot in the car. gathering my stuff from my office quickly, i found my old devotion notebook. i remembered that work has been draining me so much i forgot i am too a sensitive religious person - but not the convetional one. the door was pushed and the fragrance that followed screamed his name, i didn't even had to turn around to recornize him but his words affirmed what i thought. "are we going?" colby questioned. "mhmm" i replied. "let me just check my e-mails one last time...."

"oh fuck no!" colby shouted, running around the table and taking the laptop from me. he then locked it inside a drawer and kept the keys. "i'll give it back to you in a week or two, when we're far away from this office." he said firmly.

after a moment of silence, he said "you deserve this...." "hey! we're traveling! it'll be fun! plus, your family can handle everything else."

"and we'll call if we can't." my godfather/uncle Victor entered the room, his arms crossing in front of him once he stopped beside colby. them both being tall made a shadow fawn over me, intimidating a little. "we will miss you, but you haven't stop since forever. get some rest, kiddo" my uncle Victor said. "and you make sure she stays alright! i'll need her back!" he warned colby.

"sure thing, sir! i'll bring her back in one piece in maybe 3 weeks." colby said gathering my stuff and pulling me to the car. "maybe? it's a definitely, gentleman." Victor said. we both giggled making our way to his car.

"every time i come around to pick you up, i feel like we're 16" colby joked as i looked around in the car. [who the fuck was inside]. he arched an eyebrown confused to as why was i snooping around. "yo, you good?" he asked. i shaked my head 'yes' but there was some sinking feeling something was off.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°\/°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° the flight was scheduled to sunday morning, this way we'd be in pennsylvania by noon or so. it was still saturday morning when the first nightmare hit, it was still dark outside and the guest room in sam and colby's place felt degrees colder than usual. i guess it was so intense i screamed and sam woke me up, worried. colby followed him suit behind with flustered cheeks and heavy eyes.

"what's wrong?" sam asked, sitting in the bed beside me. his weight made the covers safer, calmer. my thoughts coming down from a high as soon as he pressed his warm hand on my forehead to see if i had a fever. "you're not hot or anything...." sam said and colby giggled.

"yeah she's definitely hot, jus not your type, bro." colby corrected and sam's cheeks brigthen up red, you could barely see through the soft and dim yellow light from the tiny lamp that stood beside the bed. "you know i don't mean that...." sam started. "you're... you're pretty hot you know. i'd rather say beautiful but..."

"romeo, i guess she just had a bad dream, right?" colby leaned on the doorframe. his white ripped tee a little too ripped and sam's soft grip on my face slowly became a light caress. "i guess i'll leave juliet to go back to sleep then." sam said giving me a concerned look. "okay?" i nodded.

"i'm sorry" i muttered, my voice coming back to me. "didn't mean to wake you up, guys" sam rolled his eyes and lightly pinched my cheeks. "stop being a dumbass..." he said getting up and making his way out. "i'll be in my room. if you need anything, CALL! don't scream. you scared the shit out of me" sam said as he made his way to his bedroom.

it was colby's turn to say something. do something. but instead, he just stood there, leaning against the door while i sat on the bed, still processing what was the nightmare about. only flashes flooding my memories, little by little. drowning my thoughts. "can i come in?" he finally asked after what felt like forever in silence. "mhmmm" i hummed.

different from sam, colby was more straight forward with whatever he wanted. this being said, it wasn't hard to agree that he, in fact, went under covers and laid beside me. "robert, what are you doing? are you insane?" i coiled beside him. my dressing wasn't very modest to welcome him in bed with me as i was using a big tee and panties. "as if i never laid next to another woman. get off yourself" he complained.

i sneakily grabbed my pajama shorts from my side of the bed and put them in under the blankets, by this time, colby had rolled over. his face turn to me but his eyes closed - perhaps privacy or just him trying to fall back asleep. i facepalmed breathing loudly trying to erase the feeling of uneasyness from my body after the terrible dream, but colby's hand on my tight and his firm grip startled me a bit. "c'mon, lay down. it's 2:30 in the morning... i'll stay here with you" he muffled in the pillows. "c'mooooooon" colby whined.

"i just...it was so vivid, you know.... these buildings, the feeling i got...." i started but my as soon as i did, my heart went racing. colby sat, his eyes barely opening, one arm around me and the other caressing my leg. "are you okay?" he asked, his hand moving upwards trying to soothe me. "sometimes reals can feel so real, right? but don't stress over it too much, i'll stay here." he said calmly. "maybe we can call sam and...."

"ugh you're such a whore, brock" i laughed as i laid in bed, him doing the same. "thanks, by the way..." he raised an eyebrown, eyes fast closed. "for the what?"

"for staying."

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the day went smoothly and sunday noon was approaching. pennsylvania sounded near althought a 6 hour flight separated the two states and increased in a rapid speed our hunger. i slept through most of it since the nightmares became a thing over the weekend - minus the screaming, thankfully - and sam became my personal caressing pillow. his soft words, as soft as his hands, lulled me to sleep seconds into the flight. colby was an aisle down to us and never stopped chatting with the pretty petite blonde girl sat next to him, when i finally woke, they seemed more acquainted then when the flight was getting ready to take off.

"they kissed" sam filled me in, first thing when i woke. "wow, really?" "mhmm, colby's like that now" he said turning a page from a book he was reading. "yeah i guess he always had been, but it's more of a show off about it now" i replied adjusting my messy cruly hair. "i'm glad i'll always have you, never normal sam" joking, i said. he just elbowed me lightly, giving the most warm upside down smile.

"how are you?" i asked noticing he'd been refusing to look at the notifications on his phone. he just glared. "i mean, this number must belong to SOMEONE. won't you answer?" sam sighed. "it's kat. we.... i...." his words started to crample together but luckily the pilot interrupted him with the announcement of landing. both of us releasing the air inside our lungs we weren't aware we'd been holding. "hey... i know it must be hard. i'm always here to hear you.... and maybe crack joke about it though." i reaffirmed. sam held my hand and gave it a caring kiss, leaving it as a thank you note with everything he wanted to say but couldn't right now.

the plane landed, we got our bags. sam and colby rented a car and decided this could make a video: traveling with friends, living the now, doing what they like and going old fashion - no hardwire equipments, no electronics by the dozens, no mediatic pressure and no place for nothing but good times. it came late, but it didn't fail. colby surprised sam and i at the restaurant. we were peacefully eating like dinosaurs when a pair of hands gripped sam's shoulder tight - not enough to hurt him, but enough to have him startled. sam and colby's friend, nate, stood behind sam and i while we ate.

nate is a cool guy, very chill and funny. he's always down to whatever the boys propose him to, thus incouraging me to do the same. although we have a good time together, sometimes and only sometimes, i have a glipmse of myself and feel a little unconscious. the many women approaching them - being for fame, recognition, looks or whatever - are gorgeous, the kind of girl you'd see on tampon commercials or maybe a lame movie with only hot chicks using ridiculous clothes to perform complex tasks. i'm just normal and - for a while - it's good being average, but oh boy, how i wish i was....

"hey, gorgeous!" nate complimented me as he plopped on the empty chair beside me. "how have you been, girl?" he sassed. i rolled my eyes, smile growing wider. "i've been good, nataniel." i teased back.

"what's with you and names?" colby asked downing a bit of his drinks. he had a halfway fresh oranje juice glass that i insisted he'd take instead of whatever processed shit he'd prefer. "you see, COLBERT," i emphasized before continuing, earning everyone's smile "it's funnier that way. plus, i get to tease you all about fictional names that suit you fine" i gulped my juice myself.

"well, we should think about a nickname for you to call it your own, then" nate threw his arms around my chair and said, leaning over a bit. "maybe we should call you...." as soon as nate was forming a thought, sam's phone rang. it was the person responsible for our tour and stay, so we went quieter so sam could figure whatever out. we couldn't help ourselves to kick one another under the table and whisper sweet nothings to each other while making dramatically silly faces - or copy whatever sam was saying in a husk tone, just to ease up the mood. "yeah, sure. i guess it'll be a great idea!" sam said. "i guess we can share some rooms, there's no problem with it...." finally, we fell dead silent to hear what he was saying and when sam noticed, he put them on speaker.

"i'm sure you can all share, but wouldn't it be fun if you got separate rooms?!" the person on the other end asked with a malice in their voice. you could tell it was a sllightly older man and if it wasn't from previous experience, you barely couldn't differ the amount of cigarretes he'd smoken before. "i mean, it's a haunt tour but we have buildings able to accomodate you 3 perfectly nice, and the area is still new to renovations so you guys could do some recording if you'd like"

"actually, josh, we are in a group of 4 now. a friend decided to join us, is that an issue?" sam asked. "not at all, sam! we love to have you and any friend of yours as guests! is colby coming?" the man asked "surely he is!" colby answered affirming he was part of the group listening. "well, then it'll be awesome having you guys!" "it'll be awesome staying with you, josh! see you in a bit" sam hushed and ended the call.

"well, i hope you're in for a ride," sam said. "we have the place to ourselves and...." "yeah, but where is the place? WHAT is the place?" nate asked, finally tackling our doubts. "we're going to pennhurst asylum."

author's notes: thoughts? call the roaches and complain. (kidding, leave it here under NOTES or message me)

#colby brock #colby brock smut #colby brock fanfic #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby #snc #sam golbach #sam golbach fanfic #xplr club #xplr

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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can i request dad!woody? ty!

JAMIE AND MILES

i dedicated my last blurb to someone, so let's do it again lol. this blurb is dedicated to @bitchinbarzal cause woodsy deserves more love and we're slowly going to take the world by storm with our woodsy content. also, i love luna and that's that. also, this blurb is inspired by this tiktok i saw cause it was so cute.

tw: children/kids

after many years of waiting and planning, you were finally going on a girls trip with your friends. it had been put off for years because of hockey season then work and babies and weddings, but now everyone was free.

but with you gone, that left miles alone with your son.

"bye, my monkey." you held jamie to your chest and kissed his head a couple times, "i'm gonna miss you."

"miss you." he wrapped his arms around your neck, melting your heart. you kissed the temple of his head again before setting him back down and turning your attention to miles.

you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, "i love you."

"i love you, too." he squeezed you, "and don't worry about us. we'll be fine."

"i'm not worried. you'll be fine. i'm just gonna miss you both."

"yeah, we're gonna miss you, too." he kissed your head and hugged you. neither of you moved for a good couple of seconds and you felt jamie climb in between your legs and hug them.

you smiled, caressing his head, "i should get going."

"yeah." you pulled away, leaning in and kissing, "i love you," he mumbled against your lips.

"i love you, too." you pulled away and smiled, then bent down inf front of jamie again, "and i love you, jammers."

"love mama." he giggled and you kissed his cheek again.

you hiked your backpack over your shoulder and grabbed the handle of your suitcase, "bye bye." you waved.

miles held jamie on his hip, and waved, "bye, mommy." he waved then looked down at jamie, "can you wave bye?" jamie did his best to copy his father's actions. you smiled and waved until you were through the double doors.

as the days went on, miles would send videos to you of him and jamie doing everything. the first video, it was just of jamie, but you could hear miles in the back.

jamie was on his scooter, scootering down the sidewalk in front of your house, his cute little dinosaur helmet on. he was giggling as he skated towards miles.

"good job, buddy." miles complimented, reaching out and giving him a high five.

the next was a video of jamie eating a big boy cup of ice cream. his entire face was covered in ice cream as he scooped more into his mouth.

"is it good?" jamie giggled and nodded, "good." miles reached out with a napkin and wiped the sides of his mouth.

the last was a video of jamie in bed, cuddling his stuffed animal and babbling on, his eyes were barely open, "do you know who's coming home tomorrow?"

"mama." a smile broke out on his face, and he giggled again.

"do you miss mommy?" jamie nodded, "what are we gonna do when we see mommy tomorrow?"

"hug," jamie responded.

"that's right." miles gave him a high-five again, "all right, it's time for night night."

"mama, mama." he babbled quietly to himself.

"i love you, jammers."

"love you." jamie blew him a sloppy kiss.

"oh, thank you." miles caught it and blew one back at him. he reached over and turned on jamie's nightlight, "see you in the morning."

the next morning, you were excited to finally be home with your family. you were glad to get some time away, but going home was something you were looking forward to.

miles couldn't pick you up because of a work call he had, so you took an uber home and excitedly made your way up to the door.

you rang the doorbell and in a matter of moments, you could hear jamie's little footsteps running up to the door, "mama." you heard him and couldn't help but smile.

"wait for me, buddy." you heard miles say as he approached the door. after a couple of seconds, the lock turned and the door opened and jamie squealed.

"hi, my little monkey." you immediately bent down and caught him as he crashed into your arms, "oh, i missed you so much." you cradled his head and held him tight.

"mama." he wrapped his arms around your neck, "miss mama."

"i missed you too, jammers." you pulled away and kissed his little hand. you then turned your attention to miles and leaned up and kissed him, "i missed you, too."

"i missed you." he laughed, leaning in and kissing you again, "do you wanna show mommy your picture?" jamie nodded, and you bent down, setting on the ground and watching him run off.

"we went to the library and got to draw pictures."

"i can't wait." you beamed, walking further into the house, leaving miles to bring your suitcase in as jamie ran back in with his picture, "wow, look at that."

"he was very excited to show you." miles said.

"this is wonderful, jammers. fridge worthy." you took it from him and walked over to the fridge, put it up then placed a magnet on it, "there, now it's perfect." you smiled. jamie clapped his hands.

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itsgxsly · 1 year

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GINA’S PLAN

Summary: Gina has to get you and her brother to confess how you feel about each other, and maybe she can use Christmas traditions for it.

Pairing: mick schumacher x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1505

thanks for the request @kati-1997

You knew the Schumacher family from practically the day you were born. With your parents and the Schumachers being friends for years, it was inevitable that you and their children would not end up being friends. Gina Schumacher, the eldest daughter in the family was your best friend, you could tell that she was even your sister from another family. With both of you being the same age, the bond between you hadn't taken long to grow until you became inseparable.

On the other side was Mick. You and the blond boy had always had a different relationship, you were friends, yes, but there was a hidden feeling in both of you that was far from friendship. But obviously, neither of you was willing to say a word about it, both oblivious to what the other felt. Both your family and his had been waiting for so many years for you to confess once and be together, but while you thought that Mick only saw you as his sister's best friend, Mick thought that why would you want to date a younger boy than you, even if it was only for two years.

Everyone was exhausted from seeing the lovesick puppy looks you two gave each other when the other wasn't looking, so this time, Gina decided to take matters into her own hands. Her plan would be in place as soon as you got to her family's house to celebrate Christmas with the Schumachers.

After a few days of organizing Gina's plan and the necessary things for Christmas dinner, everything was finally ready and you were about to arrive if everything went well. And indeed, minutes later the doorbell of the Schumacher house rang.

"Gina, can you open the door?" From outside, you could hear Gina's excited yes to her mother's question. You laughed at her excitement and suddenly the door opened and you were wrapped in a tight hug from your best friend. You both jumped up squealing with joy at the sight of each other. You entered the house arm in arm and went straight to the kitchen to greet the rest of the family.

"y/n, darling, you don't know how glad I am that you're here" The first to come up to hug you was Corinna. You received a loving hug from her that felt like your own mother’s. The next to greet you was Michael, who wrapped you in a warm hug.

"Look at you, you look beautiful, sweetheart, how is everything lately?" Michael spoke with that affectionate father's tone with which he always addressed you or his children.

"It's all good, I've been a bit busy with work and such but I finally have a few weeks of vacation" you told him once you parted from the hug.

"By the way, mom and dad send their regards, they say they're sorry they couldn't come but they certainly want to see you as soon as they get back from their vacation" for this Christmas you had given your parents a trip to Italy, since they both wanted go there always, so you thought it was the perfect gift for them, besides that they deserved a proper rest.

"I'll call them to organize something for when they return, I haven't seen them for a while" Corinna spoke already planning.

While you were chatting, you realized there was a family member you hadn't seen.

"Hey, where's Mick?" You hadn't seen Mick for a few months because with his busy racing schedule, he wasn't often home when you visited his family, and you had to admit you missed him.

Gina smiled mischievously when you asked, and Michael and Corinna looked at each other knowingly.

"I had to finish some last minute errands, but it should be here soon" you agreed to what Corinna said and continued talking with them while you waited for Mick to have dinner. A quarter of an hour later, you heard Mick's voice shouting that he was already home.

"We're in the kitchen," Michael yelled back.

You turned to see Mick walk into the kitchen where you were all gathered. He was very handsome, with the wool cap that covered his blond locks and his cheeks flushed from the cold outside. You couldn't help but smile with happiness when you saw him, Mick always gave you that feeling of wanting to smile all the time. Mick greeted everyone until he got to you.

"hi, mick" his name came softly from your mouth.

"hi" Mick tried not to blush when you approached him. He looked at you paying close attention to you, you were beautiful in the blue dress you were wearing. He got a little closer to you to wrap you in a hug that you both wanted to last forever, but you were still in front of your family and you didn't have all night, so after a few seconds Mick separated and left a kiss on your cheek before to let you go completely. The Schumacher family had seen the entire interaction and had shared knowing glances with each other.

Later you had finished eating Corinna's wonderful food and now you were all sitting in the living room chatting quietly. Seeing the perfect timing, Gina signaled to her mother to begin the plan.

“Mick, y/n, why don't you go to the kitchen and get the dessert, it's in the fridge. And you know where the plates and cutlery are” Corinna said to both of you. Without thinking about what they were planning, Mick and you got up from the sofa that you were each on and headed to the kitchen.

While you were preparing what Corinna had asked for, Mick couldn't stop giving you short glances from time to time. Sometimes you looked at him too and you both smiled blushing. He had been looking forward to being alone with you since he had arrived a few hours ago, the weight of the box in his pocket making him more and more nervous throughout the night. But now you were finally alone, out of the prying eyes of his family and it was the perfect time to give you the gift he had prepared. Mick cleared his throat, calling your attention and giving himself strength, he spoke.

“Y/n” even though you were already looking at him, he said your name again. You smiled at him encouraging you to keep talking. "I have a gift for you. It's a simple silly detail but I saw him on one of the trips and he reminded me of you ”

Your eyes sparkled when he saw the box that he took out of his pocket. You looked at him one last time before taking the box that he extended to you with his hand. When you opened it, you found a beautiful pendant. The charm on the pendant contained your initial and next to it was an M. You gasped at the pretty detail Mick had.

"It's nonsense but I don't know, I liked it when I saw it and how do I know you like those little jewelery things and that, well…"

“Mick” you cut off his rant. "Is beautiful. I love it.” You put the box aside and hugged Mick tight. Mick wrapped you in his arms tightly and hid his face in the crook of your neck breathing in your sweet perfume. You didn't realize how long you were in each other's arms until you heard a throat clearing coming from the kitchen door. You turned your head behind your back and Mick moved slightly away from you, although his hands remained on your waist. He was greeted by the sight of Gina smirking.

“I came to tell you to hurry up, but I think I'm going to leave. I don't want to be a third wheel or interrupt your moment” Her words sounded like she was swallowing a laugh from the back of his throat. You and Mick didn't speak, both of you still flustered and flushed. Gina finally laughed and turned to go back to the living room, but just before she pointed to something above your heads. You looked up to see a mistletoe hanging above you. You and Mick looked at each other now more blushing than before, and it was Mick who had the courage to speak.

"I think..." I hesitate a little. "I think we should follow the tradition, right? After all, it's Christmas" although he was still blushing, now he smiled softly but mischievously. You sucked in a breath before smiling at him and nodding in agreement. Mick brought your face closer to his and you took your hands to his hair and soon you were both locked in a tender kiss, sighs escaping from your mouths. You vaguely heard the applause and whistles from Michael, Gina and Corinna behind you, but honestly, you couldn't think of anything other than Mick's kiss and, although you still had to talk about it all, you let yourself enjoy the moment.

#formula 1 #f1 weekend #f1 2022 #mick #schumacher #mick schumacher #ms47 #mick schumacher x y/n #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x reader #christmas fic #gina schumacher

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chrisbitchtree · 1 year

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Today’s the day. Billy’s finally going to use the key Steve gave him. The one that’s been hanging on the novelty keychain Max brought him back from her trip to Arizona with her father last summer, unused despite Steve’s insistence that Billy go over and make himself comfortable, swim in the pool, have a glass of wine, use the ugly leather massage chair in the garage on the evenings Steve works late.

He knows it would make Steve happy if Billy does as he’s asked, but Billy doesn’t want to appear too eager to take advantage of what Steve’s offering. There are a lot of strings attached to dating an older guy, one with money, a lot of it, and Billy doesn’t want to get tied up in them and trip, so he usually lets Steve pick him up outside the fourth floor walk up he shares with his buddy Argyle or meets Steve at whatever bougie ass restaurant he’s chosen for the evening.

This afternoon though, he’s sore and tired after a morning spent working on cars in the garage he works at and closer to Steve’s place than his own after a meeting with the bank to discuss a loan for the auto repair shop he and Argyle are planning to open once they find the perfect location.

He calls Steve at his fancy downtown office to notify him of his plan, the smile in his voice coming through loud and clear as he thanks Billy for finally taking him up on this.

“I’m so glad, baby. You work so hard. You deserve to pamper yourself every once in a while. Maybe we can order in tonight and have a relaxing evening together.”

Billy wouldn’t exactly say that Steve bending him over the side of the ouch or over the kitchen counter and fucking him within an inch of his life is going to be relaxing, but it’ll sure feel good to have Steve pressed up against him, murmuring about how well he’s taking it and what a good boy he is, making Billy’s toes curl as he nails his prostate and tugs on his hair, sucking dark purple marks where his shoulder meets his neck.

Billy’s smile stretches wide as Argyle drops him off outside Steve’s home, whistling low as he takes in the grandeur of the expansive property. Billy will have to convince Steve to have a pool party sometime so Argyle and their other friends can take it all in.

He thanks Argyle and waves good bye, entering the security code at the gate and watching as they swing open to grant him access to this alternate reality he’s been floating in since he met Steve at a club five months ago when he’d complimented Steve’s dance moves and the other man had offered to buy him a drink, which had turned into two, then three, both Billy and Steve wandering away from their friends to a table for two before ending the night spooning, naked and sweaty in Steve’s king sized bed.

He silently notes, as he always does, how big and empty the house is. He’d questioned Steve on why he’d bought such a big home instead of a luxury apartment one of the first times Steve had him over, and Steve had told Billy about his childhood, spent with a series of nannies while his parents travelled for work.

Steve didn’t want that for himself. He wanted a big family, at least six kids, running around and filling his home with noise and life.

He’d also told Billy that he he wanted that with Billy, and that he’ll wait while Billy made his way in the world and establishes himself as a business owner, but Steve’s thirty five and knows what he wants someday. It’s something Billy wants too, a big family to love and care for, and he can’t believe he’s going to get to have it with Steve.

He’s had friends ask if he feels like he’s just another possession to Steve, a piece of ass to show off at parties and events, but that’s not the case at all. He knows that he and Steve are very different people living very different lives, but Steve’s never been anything other than interested in Billy’s career plan and goals, never looking down on him for wanting to open a garage and work on cars. It can feel scary at times, falling for someone so fast, especially since Billy’s only twenty four, but it just feels right. He knows they’ll have an amazing life together.

His first order of business is to pour himself a large glass of wine to drink while he takes a hot shower in the rainfall shower in Steve’s ensuite bathroom. The first time he’d been in there, he’d joked that the only thing that would improve the experience would be a wineglass holder. It was an offhand comment, but the next time he was there, he noticed that Steve had had two installed near the door.

He places his glass in one of them now before starting the water up, letting it get nice and hot while he grabs a thick, fluffy towel and the plush cream bathrobe Steve gifted him with a few weeks ago.

He takes a big sip from his glass of red, savouring the taste, miles away from the two buck chuck he and Argyle favoured at home. He’d brought Steve a bottle when the other man had argued that there was no way something that cheap could be good.

Steve hadn’t given in, insisting that it was subpar at best, but Billy had noticed more bottles of it finding a home next to Steve’s expensive collection of vintages. It was fun to see his world make its way into Steve’s, a little bit at a time.

Taking a second sip, he stands under the hot spray, letting it fall on his shoulders and loosen the muscles tensed and tightened from a hard day’s work.

Feeling relaxed from the water and the wine, he washes up, then dries himself off and wraps himself in the robe before falling into Steve’s bed for a nap. Cocooned in Egyptian cotton sheets and a heavy duvet, keeping him warm under the air conditioning pumping through the vents. Setting his alarm for an hour, he closes his eyes.

Feeling refreshed after his nap, he wakes to a text from Steve telling him that he should be home at about 6:30. It’s 5:45 now. He has a bit of time, so he formulates a plan.

Standing up, he stretches, then opens the drawer where Steve keeps the sex toys, and pulls out the lube and a medium sized plug. It’s nowhere as big as Steve, but it’ll save them some work when Steve arrives, allowing them to get to the main event quicker.

He squeezes some lube out, warming it on his fingers before reaching around himself and teasing his hole before slipping a finger in. He moans quietly, pretending it’s Steve’s long fingers instead of his own. He works himself up to three before sliding the plug into place.

He heads back to the kitchen and pours himself another glass of wine before walking through the French doors that lead to the pool.

He sets his glass of wine on the pool deck and arranges himself on a lounger, ass up and on display for Steve to feast on when he arrives. Checking his phone, he sees that it’s 6:15. It won’t be long now.

Crossing his arms under his head, he closes his eyes, letting the warmth of the sun soak into his skin as he waits. He’s starting to doze, fading in and out, when he hears a voice. For a quick second, he gets excited that Steve’s arrived early, but then he registers the fact that it’s a woman and what she’s saying.

He stands abruptly, knocking his wine glass over as she starts to shout.

“Steven, there’s a man, a naked man on your deck. Who is he? Are you aware that he’s there?”

He looks up at the woman on Steve’s balcony, noting the family resemblance as he stumbles around, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. Not how he wanted to meet Steve’s mom, but he guesses he has no choice now.

He stands abruptly, knocking his wine glass over as she starts to shout.

“Steven, there’s a man, a naked man on your deck. Who is he? Are you aware that he’s there?”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove fic #lemon #Steve Harrington’s mother #chrisbitchtree writes

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joshkiszkasgothgf · 1 year

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Made for Each Other - Josh Kiszka (FWB to Lovers)

Not gonna lie this is gonna be pretty fluffy. I’m needing sweet lol

(Some word help for this one. You’ll see me use “Sug” a couple times. That Is the shortens form of Sugar, so “Sug” is gonna be pronounced with a Sh- sound like in “sugar”)

Warnings: 18+, post show sex that’s passionate but pornographic, AFAB body parts in this but I tried to keep it sans pronouns, degrading sex nicknames and dirty talk, bareback

✨Masterlist✨

Now, is a friends with benefits relationship with the lead singer of one of the most popular rock n roll bands to grace the stage in the 21st century a good idea? Probably not. In the grand scheme of things he has an army of loyal fans willing to take up their pitchforks should they find out you hurt “their” curly haired vocalist. He’s also always in the public eye, touring the world constantly, and nose deep in a journal or book like writing is his religion.

Has saying yes to him also been the best decision you’ve ever made in your life? Most certainly yes… and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

The day he asked was a normal day. You had to run some errands and, hating to go alone, you asked Josh if he’d like to join you. He responded ‘Do you even have to ask I’ll be at your house in 10,’ and the two of you headed off shopping.

Unnaturally, Josh was quiet and bashful the entire trip. Not once did he make an innuendo clad joke or chat up every person he could. No, he stayed close to your side like a puppy, arm wrapped through yours. It was cute just how soft and sweet he was being.

It wasn’t until the two of you returned home that he finally opened up on his unusual behavior…

“Look,” he starts, rubbing at the hair in his chin, “I really do like you and I want to continue spending time with you,”

Okay you’re nervous now, but you decide to hear him out…

“…but I want to share more of myself with you and I’m just not in the right mindset for a relationship right now. Not while the band is still finding it’s footing.” Josh wraps his arms around himself, fingers splaying across his shoulder blades. He always has a way of lengthening his sentences when he’s nervous about what he’s talking about. Shifting from foot to foot, playing with his hair, he says, “Is it selfish of me to ask to enter into a friends with benefits situation? Because I need you in my life, but I don’t have the ability right now to give you the time and energy you deserve, but if I don’t have the get to be intimate with you I’m going to lose my mind.”

You stare at your friend in surprise, your jaw lax as the normally energetic man bashfully asks something you always kind of hoped he’d ask one day. Setting down the groceries on the table you turn to look at him, “How tightly were you holding that in?” You ask, teasing him a little in the hopes to calm his nerves.

It works; a playful grin pulls at his lips, “So hard I was clenching my core I was holding it in so hard.” Josh makes a silly face imitating him walking around with his core clenched, playing it up by walking around like an old man.

Your laughter fills the kitchen and the bright look that overtakes his eyes and face turns your entire nervous system to mush. Unable to help it you come over to him, cupping his face in both your hands and pull him into a kiss… Your first kiss together.

After a mind-meltingly long lip lock you’re sure took hours from your day, but really only robbed you of 5 minutes; Josh pulls back and presses his forehead to yours, hands mirroring yours and cupping your face he quietly hums out, “So is that a yes?”

With a nod, a mischievous grin, and quick jot down the hall to your bedroom the two of you christen your new step immediately, celebrating this change in your current relationship. And leaving you incredibly glad you didn’t buy anything perishable .

It’s been 3 months since then. The boys have been doing back to back dates on their Dreams in Gold tour; and you have been watering all their plants and feeding their cats (Jake seems to have a small family of them that have happily taken up residency in his garden. Much to you, Jake, and the cats’ delight.)

You and Josh agreed the two of you could continue to date around and see other people, not that you had done anything of the sort. Missing your best friend and his brothers has taken up the majority of your brain space as you work and continue living your life while the boys are off living their dreams. You chat with Josh daily, he sends you poems and song lyrics, asking for your input, sharing snippets and tidbits of their trips and telling you all about the history and the stories.

Friends with benefits in a way that neither of you had originally meant or realized. You’ve become friends whose benefits are in the form of words and time and sharing life. The sexscapades that have happened are great too, but he’s been away a lot since the two of you struck your new deal. The two of you crave each other the way a fish craves water, necessary in a way both primal and conscious.

Perhaps that’s why you’re hauling ass out of the airport to meet the boy’s manager who pulls you into a tight hug and begins filling you in on how you’re gonna surprise Josh the boys tonight. You listen intently, allowing them to lead you to the car.

The car ride to the venue is full of you and their manager chatting about the hijinks the boys have gotten themselves into. You laugh so hard that upon arrival your stomach is cramping and the two of you end up laughing hard about that which adds even more time as the two of you lay limply in your seats gathering yourselves.

It isn’t until their tour manager knocks on the driver window that you realize 15 minutes have passed and you’re late to surprising the boys Josh. The two of you snort and quickly leave the vehicle rushing inside to assume your positions.

You avoid the boys entirely, the plan being to hide you in the balcony side and surprise Josh the boys after their set. Their manager sets you up with them in the balcony seats. The show goes by spectacularly, building an energy of love and magic in the venue.

You spend most of the show with your jaw dropped, eyes wide and sparkling as you watch the man you now know you love do what he loves. Tears slip from your eyes at the realization and like a strike of fate, Josh’s eyes meet yours, even up in the balcony.

The man deserves credit for not letting it slip how surprised and excited he is to see you. Instead his eyes alight with a new kind of fire, his performance heightening further (if that’s even possible) and the crowd absolutely loves it. His eyes continue to find you. You know he knows your there and it only makes you more excited to see him.

“Can we go side stage,” you whisper to their manager (and you’re new friend), “I need to be closer.”

They smile at you endearingly, rubbing your back. “I’m sorry but not until they start the encore. I’m worried if you’re side stage Josh won’t go up to finish out the show. He’s missed you a lot.”

Your heart flips and you whip back around to watch them, eyes wide and starry as they meet his which are equally as dreamy.

He mentally calls out to you telling you to come down to him.

You don’t know why but the urge to jump from the balcony and into his arms claws it’s way into your chest and you look at their manager desperately. If you don’t get closer to him you may explode then and there…

They sigh and stand, holding their hand out for you. You take it and they lead you up the stairs and towards the employee entrance that leads backstage.

You’re practically vibrating with excitement, the halls a blur as you race with the boys’ manager through them to the stage area. Their manager pulls you into Greta’s dressing room and tells you to sit and relax while the boys finish up.

The last 15 minutes of the show seem to crawl by. You watch on one of the monitors in the green room and grin the entire time, eyes trailing Josh every time he pops up on screen. It’s not long until they’re saying goodnight and heading off stage.

Josh races off the stage the second he can, feet carrying him as quickly as they can to you, needing to hold you and make sure you’re actually there. ‘I hope it’s really who I want it to be,’ he thinks, desperate to see you, ‘please let it be who I want it to be.’

From the green room you hear a collection of hollers and “woah!”s as Josh tears through the halls to the green room. When he gets just down the hall from it he sees your boot clad feet crossed in front of you on the coffee table, your favorite concert backpack sitting on the floor next to the table.

Like an energy drink that pushes Josh faster he shoots down the hall. Soon enough he’s leaning over you and pulling you into the sweetest, most passionate kiss the two of you have ever shared. The hair above his lips tickles your nose and you note just how much you missed the feeling. His smell invades your senses and the smell of sweat has your brain jumping straight into the gutter.

Josh must sense your thoughts through the kiss because he smirks and pulls his lips millimeters from yours to rasp, “Where’s your head at, Sugar?” The lust has his voice deeper than usual, accent thicker with the want spilling from every ounce of his body.

You’re proud of him for holding back and not taking you right then and there in front of everyone. In fact, the only reason he pulls away at all is his mother clearing her throat from the doorway.

“Save it, kids. I haven’t even met this wonderful person you’ve been telling me about and yet I’ve already seen you making out. I’d like to take a couple steps back, if that’s alright.” She holds her hands up as if to tell you two to slow down, stepping in to grab a water bottle for each of the four boys, passing one to Josh then to each of the other boys as they walk through the door.

The next couple hours are a blur between the boys changing and packing up, rushing to the bus and taking some time for fans; it isn’t until you’re sitting in Josh’s hotel room, watching him walk around and gesture wildly as he chats your ear off that you’re actually sitting in the same room as him for the first time in months. Tears prick at your eyes, you stand and make your way to him.

With a firm grip on his shoulder and a pull you’re spinning him around into your arms. The hug is exactly what you need. It fills you with warmth and a feeling you aren’t quite sure how to name.

Josh has stopped talking completely, your action taking the breath from his lungs in the best way possible. His arms, which are still out from his last sentence, wrap around you, just as tight as your hold on him. With slow, soft force, Josh moves the two of you into a lazy sway, the both of you worn out from your long days.

Josh has always loved your ability to make him feel as comfortable in silence as you do when he’s speaking. Even when he isn’t saying anything it still feels like you’re listening to him.

His hand runs down your back, then back up and the two of you stay like that for countless minutes; absolutely absorbed with each other. Eventually you pull back and Josh cups your cheek, turning his hand to stroke it with the back of his fingers before tucking some hair behind your ear and pulling you into a kiss you can only label as romantic.

This kiss is unlike anything the two of you have ever shared. Unshared feelings pour into it from both sides and it’s like the two of you are communicating through touch alone. He leads you back to the bed, sitting you down then helping you lay so he can crawl over you.

You shimmy further up the bed and he follows you, lips still connected. Greedy hands run along the dips and curves of his body, gripping his waist then dragging your nails back up to his shoulders. Even through his shirt the feeling is enough to cause his dick to twitch in his pants.

In a blur of movement between kisses the two of you strip each other and he’s pressing into you. You’re so wet he slips right in, causing him to groan deep in his chest. “Fuck I’ve been thinking about you all tour.”

You moan at his confession, body responding positively to the words, “You’ve been on my mind nonstop,” you manage to croak out, throat thick from not speaking.

Josh sends you a devilish grin, cock dragging against your walls as he pulls his hips back, sinking slowly back into you. He continues the motion, letting the thrusts speed up until he’s fucking you like he did before he left for tour. He fucks you like he doesn’t think he’s gonna see you again, hips pistoning at that delicious speed you love.

Your moans and whimpers only egg Josh on further, and that feeling you couldn’t name earlier is back. A blooming heat in your chest, spreading through your body and heightening your pleasure as you take in the pussy drunk man thrusting into you.

He looks so good like this. Just like on stage he looks like he’s in his element, like fucking you is what he was made to do. One of his hands slide up your body to tug at your nipples the other slips down to drag over your clit, which is hard and begging for his attention.

The contact has you writhing and moaning almost unhinged. “Shhh,” Josh breathes out a laugh, leaning down to hide his face against your neck, “Not so loud, Sug. Do you want everyone to hear you being my slut?”

Your walls clench around him in response, a little whimper getting lost against his head as you turn your face to bury it against his temple. Trying very hard to keep your moans under control, Josh’s thrusts become faster trying very hard to make you lose control.

You feel him chuckle at your bodies response to his words and change in pace. “What a good pussy for me. How’s it feel, my sweet sex angel?”

In response your orgasm washes over you, walls clenching down hard on him and a fucked out moan spilling from your lips. He chokes a little, smirk slipping from his face, replaced with a look of concentration as he tries very hard not to blow his load yet.

You shake your head when you can finally speak again and lean up, lips finding his ear, “Cum for me, Joshua. You’ve been a good boy all tour long, you deserve to cum in your toy.”

A choked sob leaves him as his cock twitches once, twice, on the third the dam breaks and you feel his cum pour into you. His body twitches and shudders from the intensity of his orgasm, arms wrapping tight around you, clutching you as he shakily comes down. You hold him, scratching lightly as his scalp so as not to overstimulate him.

His head rests between your breasts and he collapses against you, body weight resting on you placing delicious pressure against your cervix from how deep he is, still filling you up. You’re sure his cum must be spilling out around his cock by now.

Eventually Josh takes a deep breath in and you know he’s ready to sit up. Your arms slip from him and he pushes up to look down at you, a sleepy, fucked out grin on his face. “I missed you so much,” he slurs, “I know you said we could see other people while we were away from each other, but I just couldn’t. It felt like cheating.”

Your heart flips and you nod along with his words, “I couldn’t either.”

The look of relief on his face simultaneously breaks your heart and fills it with joy. “Really? You waited for me, too?”

You nod again, pulling him down to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re the only person I’ve wanted intimately since we started this. And I mean intimately both as intimacy and sex.” Fingers still tangled in his curls, you rub strands between your fingers, the feather soft texture calming your nerves from your confession.

Josh meets your eyes, a look in his eyes that matches the feeling you couldn’t name. And that’s when it hits you…

Love.

You were in love with him and from that look… he might be in love with you too.

So, gathering your courage, you allow the same feeling to cloud your eyes and watch his features change from nervous to relieved and overjoyed. In that moment the two of you are more in tune with each other than either of you have ever been with anyone else. After a breath finally one of you breaks the silence,

“I’m ready for a relationship if you are.”

There it is. The sentence you’ve both been wanting to hear for months. Well isn’t this exciting…

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