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kissitbttr · 5 months

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Hi lovely! Your cake tasting fic was literally immaculate. I was just thinking about how r and miguel met, and how cute it would be to see a blurb where he gets all flustered when he sees her for the first time? You are amazing! Xoxo

sending u lots and lots of kisses MWAH MWAH thank u baby😚😚😚 anyHOWWWW i’m so glad someone asked for this! I’ve been waiting for it TEEHEE! now i did mention a little bit on the cake testing fic how they first met, sooo i might just have to expand from there yuhyuh!

this turned out a bit onger than i expected lol but I hope you'd enjoy it regardless!

miguel masterlist

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miguel meeting his wife for the first time

“the laboratory is 80% damaged, miguel. we need to get it fixed or else we can no longer continue our work.”

miguel sighs deeply, pinching his eyebrows with his index finger and thumb. the ungodly amount of research papers stacked neatly in the corner of his working desk, along with bunch of scrunched papers on top.

“jessica, no ahora”

she rolls her eyes at his stubbornness, arms crossed over her chest. his eyes glued on the monitor, framed glasses perched on the bridge of his thick nose bone

“you need a break.”

“I don’t” he disagrees. if anything, he needs to put on more hours of work. “i can’t leave before everything is done. we’ll get it fixed next week.”

“that’s what you said last week, miguel” jessica points out, eyes scanning around the room. “look at this mess! the HQ haven’t got fixed in months! if you want this building to be safely secured and leave no casualties in the future, you have to do what i say.”

again, miguel disagrees. shaking his head without looking up. “and i said, no.”

but jessica refuses to be told like that, shrugging her shoulders like it’s nothing. “well too bad, because i already found someone who’s willing to work on it and you’re meeting them”

that seems to catch his attention, his pen dropping off between his finger as his head whips towards jessica’s direction.

“you—what?!”

“i’m not going to be responsible for many injured people in the future. not when we have too much enemies coming to bite our asses so i suggest you get down from there and come here”

miguel has a temper. a very short one, and it’s not easy to control it when he’s surrounded by people who’s trying to tell him what to do. it’s supposed to be the other way around.

but miguel has no energy to fight back, so instead of telling her to fuck off, he just nods his head.

“alright fine” an upset mutter falls from his lips before he makes his way down the stairs. hands on his hips. “where is he?”

jessica scoffs, “why do you always assume everyone is a he?” she chuckles lightly at miguel’s quirk eyebrow. “you can come in now, ms. y/l/n”

the sound of his office door clicks after that, and miguel seems to be less than impressed because he has no energy in him to talk to people other than himself,

yet, his jaw drops instantly soon as he sees the person who walks through it,

a woman—a very gorgeous one—who looks like to be in her mid twenties makes an entrance as her heels click against the marble floor, carrying what seems to be a tablet and folders. she’s dressed in a grey long tight fitting dress that falls down to her ankles with a cropped beige colored cardigan completing the whole look as an outer, leaving only the left shoulder exposed. a smile appears on her face as she fixes the frame of her black reading glasses.

miguel has never seen a more beautiful woman than the one he’s staring at right now,

“ms. y/l/n, this is miguel o’hara. the head of Alchemax and leader of Spider Society.” jessica smirks at the way miguel is gaping right now, as he makes no intention in hiding it away.

guess, her 70% of her plan is slowly working.

“ugh! come on, jessica you’ve known me long enough to stop saying my last name” she giggles, “mr. o’hara. my name is y/n. it is very nice to meet you. jessica had told me many things about you. i am so impressed with everything you had done”

‘fuck, even her voice is pretty’ he thinks

he regains his composure, clearing his throat before taking off his glasses. “thank you, y/n. you and jessica are close?”

with a nod, she responds, “we go way back. haven’t been off each other’s arms for a long time. hard to keep me away from this woman”

so jessica had been hiding her away from him? that’s rude.

“oh hush. always with the sweet talk” jessica waves her off with a smile. “miguel, y/n has plans on remodeling the hq for us. i’ve told her about what needs to be done and so forth. she has already inspected the lab, cafetería, training rooms. this smart woman right here came with conclusions in just five minutes.”

a blush creeping into y/n’s cheeks, shyly tucking a loose hair behind her ear which makes miguel’s heart warms at the sight,

“i’ve seen her work and i wouldn’t just bring anyone when it comes to our matter. she’s the perfect person for this. now since i have so many things to catch up on, i hope it’s okay for me to leave you two and have her explain it all—“

“yes” miguel replies a bit too quickly, causing the two women to raise their eyebrows. this makes him slightly bit embarrassed at how eager he might have come off. “i mean-yeah, of course. it’s not like i was doing anything. have a bit of a time off.”

“i though you said—“

“that’s enough jessica. thank you” he nods at her, shooting her a tight smile. “i would love to hear it.”

a giddiness blooms in his chest when y/n gives him a toothy grin. and it may become his favorite thing to look at,

“alright then. i’ll see you later. bye, sweetheart” jessica waves at her friend before walking out of miguel’s office and shutting the door behind her,

now it’s just them,

y/n’s gaze averts back to his tall figure. she had heard stories about miguel o’hara. jessica loves to spill teas about her partner and had showed pictures of him when y/n was curious on how he look like. he is indeed handsome.

but now, looking at him in person? fuck, even the greek gods are no match to him

beautiful bronze skinned, broad shoulders, high cheekbones with sharp jawlines. she glances a bit at his toned chest then down to his torso for a bit. abs rock hard enough to be seen through the working shirt he’s wearing. this man built like he contains zero body fat.

however, his mesmerizing red eyes are what got her hooked.

“it’s very nice of you to make the time for this, mr. o’hara. i know you are a very busy man and i hate to be the one who’s preventing you from your work.”

miguel’s head shakes, giving her a small genuine smile. “no apologies necessary. and please, call me miguel”

“okay then, miguel” she nods, returning his smile. “may i begin showing you what i’ve been working on?”

miguel’s arm extends towards a large wooden table, allowing her to walk first. “by all means” he folds his arms behind his back, following her from behind.

he’s very much struggling not to look at her ass while she moves,

“okay, so” she lays her things flat on the table, getting to work quickly. “i’ve planned a pre-design for your laboratory, given that the lab is one that needs extra precautions and highly detailed instructions, i’ve figured i should get that one done first. and here” she unlocks her tablet before tapping one app, showing the minimum design. “there are important keys that needs to be highlighted. i need exact measurements of how many people will be coming in and out of your lab, objects you’re thinking of storing, etc. because it will determine the amount of space i’ll be working on”

miguel doesn’t know jack shit about what she’s talking about but fuck, it sounds incredibly sexy to his ears,

“jessica had explained to me before that there will be less than fifteen people working in there. i would advise to create a fingerprint for entry. and it will require more space, more equipment and materials for me and my team to be able to carry on with our tasks. but i need you to not worry, miguel. i’ve done the trials and errors to limit the damage that might occur with the calculations.” she pushes her tablet for him to see clearly, colorful scribbles of geometry with shapes and patterns,

not only that, but she has a few mockups too. giving him a small vision on how the area would look like once it’s done.

miguel’s eyebrows raise, moving a bit closer to where she stands. “christ. this is amazing. you did that in…?”

“a week” she finishes with a smile, nails tapping against the table. watching how his eyes amazed at her small simple work “some would take more than that but, i take my work seriously, i don’t like postponing.”

his eyes move upwards to look at her, impressed by the details and efforts she had done with it. one thing about miguel, is that he is very much attracted to people who are putting their careers above anything,

and she has ticked that box,

“indeed” he lets out a breathe, nodding. “does that mean you don’t have a lot of free time?”

she thinks for a while. “not much definitely. but it’s not like i’m missing out on anything. what do people do nowadays? partying and gossiping? i rather not.”

he chuckles in amusement, “understandable. i thought that you might be into those kind of stuff.”

“and what gave you the assumption?”

he raises his shoulders. “you look young. young people like to have fun.”

“and how old do you think i am?” she asks with arms crossed,

he pinches his eyebrows. “28?”

she hums with a small laugh. “i’m 26”

miguel’a eyes widen slightly, “makes me older than you, then”

“how old are you?”

“32”

“really?” she asks in disbelief. “i thought older.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. around 40ish maybe.”

“that’s quite offensive, love” he fakes a gasp, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watches her scramble through more papers,

her heart skips a beat at the nickname, though she doesn’t think much of it. “it’s a compliment. the older the better, i’d say”

miguel smiles at that, walking around the table so now he stands across from her. “what did you and jessica talk about?”

“hm?”

“about me” he confirms. “you said that the two of you had talking about me.”

“oh, well” she begins, standing up straight to look into his eyes and miguel swears his knees almost give up. “she told me how much she admires you. your intelligence, bravery. your work ethic. told me all about the good things you had done for the people—“

“i don’t know about that”

“which” she cuts him off. “i am so, undeniably impressed by. keeping the universe intact while trying not to lose your fucking mind is hard, i could tell. I don’t know how you do it. makes me admire you too”

he stares at her as if he’s searching for a trace of doubt or a lie on her face. when he finds none, his heart softens. never in his life had someone come up to him and say how he’s doing a great job. let alone being impressed.

“thank you— i needed that actually” he laughs a bit. “wish people could say the same.”

“in my opinion, i don’t think you need to know about what other people think or say. you’re a grown man, correct?” she taps the eraser of her pencil on one of her sketchbook, eyeing any misguided lines she needs to work on. “if they don’t appreciate that, might as well kick their asses into a new universe”

a genuine chuckle escapes him, nodding in agreement. “i keep that in mind” he clears his throat, thinking about whether or not to make a small talk,

she notices the long pause between them before speaking up, “please, i hate awkward silence. you can talk to me, if you want to, miguel” her head shoots up at him with a playful tone,

“is architectural the only thing you’re doing?” he finds himself curious at her line of work,

“apart from this, i do a little bit of interior design. not too far off from architectural but not exactly the same either. i love anything that goes from there. putting ideas in my head before making it into a reality. also, it’s warming to see how i can help my clients dream come true” she responds simply, a small smile engraves on her pretty features.

“i also am studying in biochemistry at the moment. having a bit fun with molecular study.”

that perks his interest. “biochemistry?” he asks in a surprise tone. “i’m no expert in architectural but i don’t think it has anything to do with that.”

“it doesn’t” she confirms, picking a ruler before sketching out more details on the design. “i do it for fun.”

“for fun?” again, his question comes out in surprise, “why’s that?”

“i just think that learning shouldn’t be limited to one, you know? i like knowing about things. doing more things. the more knowledge, the more you have room to grow. plus, learning about molecules is interesting. might take it seriously on that one”

‘holy fuck, she’s perfect’

“that’s a— wow—“ he huffs out a heavy breath, can’t exactly tell if he’s impressed or intimidated. earning a soft giggle from her.

so, she’s gorgeous, brilliant and ambitious.

“how about you? jessica mentioned about you specializing in genetics. is that some sort of science thingy? because it sounds pretty fucking cool”

miguel scratches the back of his head. “something like that. i more focused on DNA’s, genetics pairings, human genome. all sorts of that. pretty boring if you ask me”

“doesn’t sound boring” she scoffs. “if anything, i find it very attractive when men are willing to learn about science. and i’m not just talking about the glasses, but the brains as well. you ticked every single quota, miguel”

she points at the working glasses he has on, causing his eyes to bug out at her boldness. y/n watches how he shyly takes it off, flustered at the compliment. she smirks as if she keeps trying to keep score on how many times she’s succeeded,

“okay, so” she continues, palms resting on the table before shifting the tablet. “let’s talk about your office. is there something you’re willing to change? because, not to be rude but your infrastructure is quite—shit. keep this up in two months then the apocalypse might have come early”

miguel bites back a laugh at her choice of words, scanning over his office walls, ceilings and monitors. “what do you suggest?”

she pauses, biting the end of her pencil before her eyes begin to do a 360 walkthrough. the sight is almost too perfect for miguel.

“we could do something about elevating the ceilings. make it a bit higher. and i see you have lesser—safety features? which could be quite concerning. we need to install biosafety cabinets, more detection systems and fire protection. I know you’re no ordinary man and could probably handle all the damage that might happen in the future but, it is my responsibility to ensure my client’s safety.”

miguel feels like a lovesick fool right now. and an asshole. he hadn't been listening a lot to what she had to say, merely focused on the way her pink glossed lips moving and how her fingers would occasionally fiddle against one another,

he imagines how her mouth would feel like, molding against his. there is no doubt in his mind that he would immediately be entranced with it.

"miguel? you listening?"

her sweet voice pulls him out of his train of thought, eyes blinking rapidly before meeting y/n's confused gaze,

"oh--y-yeah! yeah uhm.. that sounds great, would love that” his nervous chuckles makes her smile. “you’re really quick with it, aren’t you?”

“just doing my job, mr.o’hara” her tone is professional and prideful. “i’ll work quickly on the building designs, exploring more concepts for it and run a few test drives. however this might steal a bit of your time, from your job. weekly meetings are needed during this process. i’ll bring the mockups, sketches, models and everything. your inputs and feedbacks are required since this is your building after all. would that work?”

spending more time with her? oh, absolutely. he’d make it work,

he gives her a nod. “of course. i’ll clear my schedule off for it, just let me know when”

“excellent!” she exclaims with a bright smile, clapping her hands. “i will do my best to get it done as quickly as possible for you, miguel. i made a promise to jessica and i intend to keep that promise. it’s a long process but i need your full trust on me, okay? do you trust me?”

“yes” he answers without hesitation. “i trust you.”

“great! okay, that is all i have for you today. do you have any questions?”

miguel doesn’t like the idea of it ending here. not seeing her again until next week? that doesn’t feel right.

“you have a boyfriend?”

y/n halts at his question, looking at him with a confused yet amused expression. lip quirking in curiosity. “getting personal, aren’t we?”

“fuck, sorry, hermosa. you don’t have to answer that”

her heart skips a beat at the nickname. he just called her beautiful?

she eyes at how his gaze cast down the floor, head shaking. probably mentally kicking himself at the bold question he had thrown at her,

but she finds it adorable,

tilting her head to the side, she responds. “no. i don’t have a boyfriend. they are not quite up the standards i’m looking for.”

“yeah?” miguel takes a step forward, eyebrow raising. “and what are they?”

“my standards”

he finds it attractive at how she doesn’t like settling for less. she knows her worth without coming off too cocky nor bitchy about it,

“am i not allowed to know?”

“you can fuck around and find out” she smirks, pushing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. “i like to see them try.”

“you like seeing men on their knees begging for your time?”

she nods. “i live for it.”

he feels his cock growing hard at that,

“are you free, this friday?”

she bites down on her lower lip, watching how his biceps almost ripping his shirt off when he crossed his arms,

“i’m a busy woman, miguel”

“so am i” he responds quickly. “say dinner or a drink, anything. an hour or two tops, how about it?”

the way he’s looking at her should be illegal. he has this glint in his eyes. primal, confident. and it’s extremely charming in her own opinion,

she hates how it makes her heat rises,

with a hum, she slowly gather up her things, stacking the compiling files on the tablet. tucking them against her left breast.

“pick me up at 7. don’t be late. and i’m choosing where we should go. it was nice meeting you, mr. o’hara. i will see you then” with that she gives him a smile and a subtle wink before turning around to exit out of his office. leaving miguel completely speechless but enamored.

“fuck. i’m in love” he exhales a dreamy sigh

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara blurbs #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara imagines

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seattlesellie · 1 year

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Ellie n abby eat ass I jus know it. Lmk what/how u think they go abt it

this was supposed to be a blurb. i swear to god.

abby ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚: baby blue

abby swears she likes patrols. she swears she does. they make her feel powerful, important, leave her panting with rushes of adrenaline coursing through her veins. she swears she likes them, but lately, her favorite thing about patrol started being coming home to you. seeing the look on your face, how your eyes light up, how you immediately pounce on her begging for a hug. your smell, your delicate hands trailing shapes down her stomach while she tells you about all the things she saw, all the things she killed. the best thing, however, were the things she brought. a delicate flower, a silly pin, a teddybear, anything that reminded her of you - she’d claim as hers. with her hands covered in blood, the sight of her large arms holding a pink duck plushie was borderline comedic. this one time, she even brought you a “cool looking rock” that she was so ashamed to gift you, but you ended up it putting beneath your pillow. everything she brought you was so special, so you, so abby.

last patrol, abby swore she met jesus. for abby, jesus wasnt the tiny pale blue skirt. jesus was you wearing it. when she found the fabric under a big pile of dusty clothes, her eye’s completely lit up. “oh shit” she muttered, a huge grin on her face, making manny side eye her so bluntly. the abby, the war machine, was giddy over a pale blue skirt?

“its not for me” was all she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

it was a wednesday afternoon, and abby was on patrol. again. the fact is, being without abby was like being without your very own source of holy water. her absence left you wandering around the wlf base like an aimless puppy, searching for stuff to do. one moment you were wandering the cafeteria, and five minutes later, you found yourself laying on top of one the gym benches, counting the cracks on the wall and trailing their shapes on your stomach.

“hey” you heard a familiar voice peaking behind you.

“oh- hey maya” you said, chirpy as ever. “whatcha doing?” the brunette responded, leaning on the wall near you. “nothing much… just laying here” you said with a smile, and got up to face her. “nice skirt” she said, visibly looking you up and down. getting looks from people wasnt new to you. whether it was for your looks, or the fault of your girlfriend, being looked at by curious eyes wasnt an exactly unfamiliar experience.

“thanks, abby got it for me on patrol” you responded with a big smile. talking about her always made you get like this. giddy, smiley, blushing.

“course she did” the brunette scoffed, gave you another piercing look and smiled. you let out a small sigh, suddenly feeling vulnerable at the amount of skin showing. to say that skirt was skimpy would be an understatement. “you look good” she retreated, and licked her lips slightly. you werent stupid, you knew people wanted you. but people also knew better than to mess with abbys girl. what you did notice, was maya’s advances at you. what you didnt, was abby standing in the corner of the gym’s entrance, examining you.

“leave her alone for 5 fucking minutes” she muttered under her breath and scoffed to herself. the jealousy was flooding her, but abby was a stern woman. with herself, and with other people. she knew how to manage herself, how to control her emotions, which is why she knew how to stop herself from ripping the girl to shreds, leaving her a mess on the floor.

slowly, she walked towards you.

big hands wrapped across your waist, startling you, making your breath hitch.

“abs!” you almost screeched. she smelled like wood and pine, she smelled like abby, your abby.

“hey there” she said sofly, still hugging you from behind, planting a delicate, soft kiss on top of your shoulder, squeezing you. abby couldnt help but glare at the girl in front of you, not breaking her eye contact. if that look had a name, it would be the “i’m gonna fucking strangle you” look. the girl rocked from one foot to the other, visibly perplexed. “nice catching up”, she mumbled.

“abs, think you scared her…” you said, turning around to face her. her icy blue eyes were burning through you. uh oh.

“yeah yeah” she scoffed, and immediately dropped her hands from your waist. one moment, she was hugging you. the next, she was benching.

“wh… not even gonna give me a kiss?” you asked, looking lost and confused. not even a kiss?

“mmph” she scoffed, yet again, while lifting another weight. her biceps were bulging through her shirt, shirt slightly hitching up with every lift, exposing her toned, beautiful v- line to you. if you didnt have any self respect, youd be drooling all over your shirt right now.

“abbyy? hello?” you stepped forward and waved your hand across her face. she immediately dropped the weights down to the floor, got closer to you, and whispered in your ear, not touching you for even a second. “that skirt?” she eyed you up and down, like she was examining her prey. “what?” you questioned, slightly pouting at her stern gaze.

“thats what you get up to when im not here?”

it all clicked now. you took a step forward, and said; “maybe if you didnt leave me…” and rolled your eyes at her. she immediately opened her eyes widely, perplexed at your sudden rush of courage. abby hated when you disrespected her. abby hated your eye rolling habit even more.

“what did you just say?” she said, squinting her eyebrows slightly. you took a step back, but if one moment you were in front of her, at the next one, in the speed of light, she grabbed your wrist forcefully and started dragging you behind her. she was walking so fast, her steps so big compared to yours, you basically had to skip to catch up with her. her grip became tighter and tighter, and by the moment you left the gym, she was practically walking you like a dog.

as soon as you stepped inside the cafeteria, someone had the audacity to approach abby. “hey ab-“ the friendly voice said. “not now” she was almost growling. her grip was hurting you, leaving red marks.

“ouch- abby- that hurts” what was she doing? she stopped right in her tracks, turned you around to face her, and her gaze softened for a moment. she grabbed your wrist, planted a soft kiss while maintaining eye contact, and a moment later continued with her dragging.

usually, walking from the gym to her room would take you 15 minutes. today, it took 8.

she opened the door with her key, hand still grabbing your wrist.

as she opened the door, she practically slammed you across it, almost kicking you to her room. “wha-“ was all you could mutter, before she closed the door with a bang, and pushed you on the door, grabbing both of your wrists now. you could feel her hot breath against your neck, and you couldnt help but arch your back, popping your ass ever so slightly. that act made abby let out a mean chuckle. “slut” she whispered to you, but it was more for her to hear.

she pushed up against you, her strong chest slamming you further against the door.

“its like that, yeah?” she whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you couldnt help but whimper. “like what?” you whined.

“like you want everyone to see you, huh?” she cood, leaving you breathless beneath her frame.

“want everyone to see whats mine?”

she whispered against you, hers.

“n- no abby…” you whined, as your cunt started to ache. you felt suddenly so embarrassed, so vulnerable cheeks heating up.

she started panting, getting all worked up from hearing you whine against her. if she wasnt so mad, shed turn you around, make you face her. shed wanna look into your eyes, see you. but she cant, she just wants to ruin you now, ruin you for anyone else but her.

her hand started going further and further up your shirt, and she felt so warm, her hands so big and calloused against your soft skin. she forcefully ripped the lace bra (that she got you) away from your breasts, pinched your nipples harshly, and began toying with them as if they belonged only to her. you moaned at her touch, releasing a sound so loud it could make the entire base explode. could people hear you? yes. did abby give a fuck? absolutely not.

“want everyone to see your ass, huh?” she tsks, as she shamelessly pushed her crotch against your ass, making you whimper.

“n-no abby…” you whispered. abby yanked your hair down, releasing a choked up moan from your lips. that moan mafe her cunt ache just as much as yours.

she sighed, and demanded your answer. “whos ass is this?” she slapped both of your ass cheeks harshly, making you almost scream. yeah, thats gonna leave a mark, she thought.

“s’yours abby” you yelped. her body was so hot against yours, so rough and forceful you could almost see stars.

“who owns this ass?” she asked, bringing both of her hands to wrap around your neck, and your throat felt like it was fucking burning, holding on to your lungs, not letting you breathe in the slightest.

“answer me” she grunted, trailing bite marks down your back.

“you!” you whispered, all choked up, feeling the hot tears leaking from your face. your cunt ached for friction, just something to feel your clit grind against.

you almost say it, almost tell her, how much your pussy needs her, how wet shes making you, how deeply you want to get fucked, but all that comes out of your mouth are desperate little moans and breaths that make abby’s head spin.

“need to hear you say it” she grunts, drops her hands from your throat and lands another harsh slap on your ass, one that leaves her hand practically vibrating.

youre full on mumbling now, drunk on her touch. “you own this ass abby” and fuck, if hearing those words didnt kill her.

she immediately dropped down to her knees, and before you know it, shes yanking your panties down from your aching cunt, the fabric leaving a burn mark on your inner thigh. “ahh abby- ab- abby” you moan incoherent. “thats right, just like that” she said in a high pitched voice, almost desperate.

“my fucking ass” she mumbles to herself, and the next thing you know shes parting your asscheeks with her rough hands so hard you could almost tear in half.

the sight made her breath hitch, and when she finally managed to steady her breathing, a deep sigh escapes her lips. your ass spread open like this for her, the fact that she can see everything leads her to moan and clench her thighs together.

she spat out a huge glob, and as youre whimpering and backing your ass up for her, she starts rubbing the spit on your tightest hole, making it glisten, making the spit run down your thighs like diamonds. “please abby…” you whine. it feels so fucking good but you need more - her hot breaths are caressing your hole, making you clench tight.

she slowly starts rubbing her pointer finger up and down your slit, making your knees buck. you almost fall down from the pleasure, almost crumble beneath her, but her free hand is holding down your ankle not letting you move in the slightest, gluing you to the ground.

suddenly, you feel the warmth of her tongue on your tight little hole. shes growling in it, cupping her cunt because she just couldnt help herself. her tongue goes up and down, and then right inside you, and your mind goes completely numb, fucked out of your ass.

“mmhhm” she mumbles. “so fucking good”, and it sounds animalistic. her hand leaves her core, and she gives you another harsh slap, grabbing your asscheek and smothering it with her hand, kneading it like soft dough, jiggling it like her life depends on it.

her tongue moves from your tight hole to the hole of your pussy, slurping up all of the juices youre leaking, combined with her globs of spit. the sounds of harsh slurping and moaning are leaving her mouth and you feel like youre gonna come undone from just her tongue deep in your ass, and then - she stops. all the contact is gone, leaving you breathless, scratching the door.

“wh- wh” you started panting uncontrollably. you wanted to ask her what she was doing. why did she stop. you couldnt even speak. she got up, not even bothering to clean up the mess that was running down her chin, making it sticky and warm.

“gonna split you in half” she says, and you swore you were gone.

#abby anderson #abby x reader #abby anderson blurb #abby anderson smut #abby tlou #tlou smut #tlou fanfiction #smut #wlw #lesbian #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fic

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stevie-petey · 3 months

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could we get a blurb of one day steve went and visited her at work, just some goood friendly and fun banter and friendship and maybe accidental flirting while he helps her out and hangs around? 🫶

hi anon that i have zero clue who u are you !! and yes, i CAN give u a cute lil happy blurb

enjoy <3

“lets play two truths and one lie.”

you roll your eyes at steve. “didnt i tell you to quietly stack some books while i arrange the shelves?”

“but im bored,” he groans, following you as you straighten some books and start setting up a new display area.

“youre the one who insists on coming here every day. it’s summer now. go get some sun.”

steve blinks. “but youre in here.”

“and?”

“itd be boring without you, too.” he says, his face open and sweet as always. his candor is still something you arent used to. theres never anything hidden within his words.

you poke steves chest. “you need to figure out what you want, buddy.”

he grabs the hand thats poked him and tugs you close. “i wanna play two truths and one lie.”

he bats his eyes at you and your stomach flutters. youre insanely close to him now, hes still holding your hand, and he now rests his other hand on the small of your back in a way that makes you shiver in the june humidity. this close, you can see all the freckles that dot across his pretty face.

“i…” your words catch in your throat, which steve smirks at. sometimes you think he does these things purposefully, that he likes seeing you blush.

you pull away, not wanting to think too deeply into things. “fine. you go first, though.”

“yes!” steve does a happy dance, fist bumps the air, and then seems to remember that youre still there. he regains his composure and clears his throat. “okay. my first kiss was interrupted by her dad walking in and seeing us, im scared of the dark, and i was obsessed with frogs when i was younger.”

youre surprised by steves choices. theyre all so wildly random and bizarre. you think for a moment, stumped. he definitely seems like the type to be caught by a father, and what little kid doesnt love frogs?

“you’re not scared of the dark?” you finally guess.

steve cheers. “no! i win! im totally afraid of the dark, im human.”

“okay, so…” you nudge him. “what was the lie?”

“oh yeah. i was actually obsessed with toads, not frogs.”

you hit his chest. “thats cheating!”

“nuh uh. theyre different species. i won, just admit it, y/n. im like, totally better then you.”

“fine, wanna play it that way?” an evil grin spreads across your face. “my turn. ive never been kissed, my dream boyfriend is spider-man, and i have a cat named mews.”

steve answers immediately, confident in his answer. “easy. you dont have a cat named mews.”

“nope!” you go back to arranging a display, secretly elated you won. you turn back to steve and wink. “my dream boyfriend is peter parker.”

“but theyre the same person—hold on,” steve seems to realize something. “does that mean no ones ever kissed you?”

“never.” you turn now and notice that your friend is seemingly frozen in place, still processing the information youve just told him. he seems genuinely surprised.

steve is speechless. “but… i just thought—you know… youre just so you and—”

“and whats that supposed to mean?” you make a face.

“nothing bad, obviously! i just mean. well, c’mon. you gotta know what i mean—” steve is stumbling over his words with a panicked look on his face and you feel bad. you know what he meant, but you like watching him squirm.

you start to laugh. “relax, steve. im just messing with you.”

though in a way, it does kind of hurt. no ones ever shown an interest in you, but at least steve seems surprised by it. if the king of hearts was surprised by your pathetic love life, then maybe there was hope for you yet.

he exhales and rests a hand over his chest. “fuck, you gotta stop doing that.”

you smile but dont say anything else. the display still needs to be set, so you let the conversation die down and focus on it once more. youre not necessarily insecure about not having a first kiss or even a boyfriend, but it’s not your favorite topic, either.

then, after a few minutes of silence, just as you think steve has moved on, he of course has to speak.

“what if i kissed my fingers and then pressed them against your mouth—”

“steve?”

“yeah?”

“shut up and stack some books.”

“yes ma’am.”

#ask #anon #m speaks #m’s writing #come home blurb #IM SO SLEEPY #IF THERES TYPOS #LOOK AWAY !!!#set in between seasons 1 and 2

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musicallisto · 2 years

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"what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better?" + benedict bridgerton!!! ik u didnt ask for a scenario but i am imagining y/n is an artist like benedict 💖

: ̗̀➛ 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 (benedict bridgerton x gn!reader)

summary: “Unsurprisingly so, then, and by dint of painting together in the early hours so often, Benedict Bridgerton had become your partner in crime, for better or for worse.”

author notes: rowan this is completely unrelated but like eons ago I asked you for one song that you had on repeat or defined you and you said stalker’s tango and I never got the chance to tell you but I too have been streaming stalker’s tango on repeat for the past 8 months and it’s irremediably stuck at the top of my spotify top tracks and like we are the same person bestie

word count: 1.6k

soundtrack: la fille sans larmes | 𝄞

features: fluff and banter, artist!reader (gender neutral)

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 through the art studio’s wide windows, spotting your canvas with clear glimmers of the morning. Such silence, appeasing and rousing, all the same, was a scarcity in London, and a blessing much sought after — the purest speck of it only found at Henry Granville’s studio in the outskirts of Mayfair. The painter had assured you, in his capacity as “a good friend and a like-minded eccentric”, that you were in every position to stop by his studio and make good use of his easels, and the breathtaking daylight cradling them. It would have been ill-advised of you to decline such a generous offer from the only benefactor who cared not about your social standing, but solely your vision; besides, the company in the early morning proved to be quite agreeable.

Which made for the perfect environment to glower at the misshapen, limping form you had just sketched. Truly, no amount of divine light could have given it any cohesive shape.

“My, Y/N, what an avant-gardist you are! Dabbling in modern art, are you now?”

There he was, the taunting devil, looking over your shoulder at the black blurb in the middle of your painting with a wicked grin on his face. Though he — masterfully — feigned innocence and refinement at the social events during which you had initially met, Benedict Bridgerton was, without the shadow of a doubt, the most pestering, boisterous Lord you had ever met — and God had thought it right to make him a second-born and a Romantic to boot. But you were just as terrible; prideful, like only artists can be, and guilty of dreaming bigger than your situation. Unsurprisingly so, then, and by dint of painting together in the early hours so often, he had become your partner in crime, for better or for worse.

Worse, like that very instant.

“This, Benedict, is a lion in the savannah,” you huffed, turning back to your canvas. “Though I suppose I must not fault you for not knowing, as you are certainly not the most well-traveled of the Bridgertons.”

He laughed at that, a hearty laugh, and something fluttered in your chest — the same little ember that came alight every time you were in his presence and refused to die down when you were home alone, forcing all thoughts of him in the corners of your mind...

“I’m only jesting, Y/N. I know perfectly a Kenyan five-pawed, one-eyed lion when I see it.”

“That’s not a leg, that’s his tail!”

It did look like a fifth leg. Very much so.

Heaving a sigh, you let your shoulders slump. Yes, the sketch was pitiful. But you would have rather died than admit defeat before Benedict. And in your defense, the scene you had envisioned was much grander than what charcoal allowed, and once you added blazing colors to the scene, the sheer beauty of it would surely strike Benedict’s pleased mouth shut.

You took a step back from your work, then turned on your heels, and your eyes involuntarily settled on the scene Benedict was painting. You knew your friend was talented, infuriatingly so, but it was once again a truth best kept secret, lest it went to Benedict’s enormous head. Nothing, though, could capture the vivacity of the scene before you. Cold, dark clouds swirled in a frenzied sky, under which a desperate ship fought the raging tide, the seafoam’s roaring white slamming into the hull like tears in the canvas. Had you not known any better, you would have sworn the artist had lived through that very shipwreck to tell the tale... and eye you with the most insufferable smirk you had ever seen.

“What is that smug look for? Do you think you can do any better?” You handed him your coal piece and tore a page in your notebook. “Please, by all means, Lord Bridgerton, teach me how it is done.”

His eyes widened, eyebrows rose, but not once did his smile falter, and with a decided hand he seized the coal and paper and took a seat at the nearby table.

“Well, if you insist, it would be my pleasure, dear.”

At last, you would prove the illustrious Benedict Bridgerton wrong, and shut that stupidly alluring mouth of his. Excitement bubbled in the pit of your stomach as you came to stand behind him; or was it the same timid flame you had felt for months, quietly screaming to be let out?

Benedict paused for a few moments, gave a few mock strokes in the air, hovering above the paper, and turned it around to find the best angle of attack. All the while, your gaze rested on his hands, as though you couldn’t force it away — strong yet delicate, somewhat calloused by the rough brushes, they held the charcoal with purpose, like they owned every secret it had ever known. When he started drawing, though, they gained a mind of their own, it seemed, hitting the sheet with unparalleled precision. Even coated in dark coal and old acrylic stains, Benedict’s hands were mesmerizing — and you found yourself urging to hold them, to feel them, to know what it would be like to be adored by them like his paintings... Blushing furiously at the thought, you pushed it away to the secluded place the others had been banished to.

“Firstly, we need to lay the proportions...”

Benedict made quick work of the foundations, drawing summary circles of different sizes, then furnishing them with meticulous strokes, like a tree taking shape from its trunk. Mesmerized, you watched him add details, the open jaws of the beast and its majestic mane, insufflating life into the drawing, even adding a sprinkle of mischief in the lion’s black eye — and you forgot to even get upset over how effortlessly he was humiliating you.

Perhaps you did not mind it that much if it meant you got to see the flexes of his muscles, the magic of his hand, the beauty of his imagination at work.

“And voilà! A lion to rival Buckingham’s,” he triumphed, holding the paper up to the light for you both to see, and the complacency in his funny little tone brought back all the irritation you had suppressed while he was working. You had to find some flaw in his offhand masterpiece, if only for your honor.

“Pardon me, Benedict, but that is a decent lion at best, certainly not fit for a royal palace. It has a crooked leg, and his mane is all untidy.”

Leaning over to point at the minuscule blemishes, you laid both of your hands on top of his shoulders, and immediately cursed the audacity that had overpowered you. Yet you did nothing to remove your hands, the warmth radiating through Benedict’s shirt way too pleasurable... and he had not made a move to evade it, had he?

“Are you joking? This is a lion of the most royal caliber. In fact, he rose through the ranks in spite of his crooked leg, and is a model of bravery for all the crooked lions of the savannah.”

Turning his head, he looked up at you, and your pressure on his shoulderblades strengthened unwittingly, perhaps to withhold the intensity of his gaze. For a few instants, the entire world kept silent, like a bated breath, and the sunlight washed over his clever eyes and the smile tugging at his lips. All you could do was contemplate him.

“You would not happen to be jealous, would you?”

“I — me? — Jealous?” you stuttered, closing a mouth you had, much to your shame, left slightly open. “Perish the thought! Whatever would there be for me to be jealous of?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

His eyes flickered downward, to your palms still resting on his shirt, and you removed them as if lighting had struck you, fighting with every last fiber of your heart to not show your embarrassment — and the slightest tinge of disappointment, too. But Benedict was still smiling, though, gazing into your eyes, and you swore you would have paid all the riches in the world just to know what thoughts were twirling in his head at that very moment.

But as soon as the moment had come, it passed, and Benedict turned around to hand you the drawing.

“You know what — in all my infinite graciousness, I am letting you keep it. Consider it a gift, and a lesson.”

Your fingers lingered over his for longer than should have been acceptable, and you grew suddenly very aware of the proximity between the two of you, and how resolutely alone you were — how no overbearing chaperone nor anxious mama would be present to prevent you from making a grave mistake. Swallowing, you took the drawing, careful to avoid grazing Benedict’s fingers or crumpling the paper.

“Thank you very much. I shall treasure this... lesson. To better my craft.”

“I would hope nothing less,” he murmured and stood from his chair, returning to his easel as if the stolen moment had never happened.

You, on the other hand, remained in place, heart whistling like a steam machine, incapable of averting your eyes from the grinning little lion, mane dancing in the wind and tenderness on his face. If you had turned around and fought off the magical aura of Benedict’s gift, perhaps you would have seen him stealing glances at you with the same playful passion.

But you didn’t turn around, and you didn’t see him. All you did was press the small charcoal lion to your chest, exhale with a smile, and let the morning light engulf you.

tagging: @starkeysslut @softeninglooks (all my writing); @retvenkos @noesapphic (bridgerton)

#mywriting #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x reader #my GOD rarely have i ever been so rusty from not writing wow i'm like creaking old machinery #anyhow i loved writing this smmm thank you for requesting it rowan <333 #murs 💎

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chaseadrian · 2 years

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Congratulations on 500 dude!!! Can I request an Adrian blurb with “if there’s nothing going on there, you won’t mind if I ask then out?” Maybe like Adrian and the reader are idiots in love and Chris is teasing him about it?

thanks sm theo!!!! lmao i hope u like this one!

join the celebration!

deny deny deny

pairing: gn!reader x adrian rating: general word count: 1.2k summary: chris is a dick, but he's an effective one.

“If there’s nothing going on there, you won’t mind if I ask them out?” Chris leaned back on the desk next to you and crossed his arms, staring at Adrian, who was straddling the piano bench and pressing the keys slowly.

It wasn’t the first time Chris postured the potential of taking you out. You knew it wouldn’t happen, and he knew it wouldn’t happen. But Adrian was in the dark. He was the only one who didn’t know about your crush, and even though you hadn’t actually said the words out loud to anyone, well, you weren’t recruited to the team for your espionage skills. Anyone who saw the way you not only put up with, but encouraged, Adrian’s peculiar ways could see that the two of you were hung on the same red line. Pining and dancing around what you wanted.

Chris took advantage whenever he wanted, making a point to tell you how great you looked some days, and outright asking why you hadn’t hooked up yet on others. It was worth dealing with just to see the way Adrian’s cheeks flared red, the fabric of his gloves tightening and knuckles cracking as he balled his fingers into fists.

Today, he was absolutely over it. The two had been bickering as they walked into HQ, Adrian on Chris’ heels with a pleading look on his face.

“No I’m not gonna fuckin’ tell them, dude. Stop being a pussy and grow up.” He walked over to you with Adrian stammering out a response that never found its structure. “Hey you’re looking good today.” Chris remarked, straightening his shoulders and giving you a nod.

“Right, thanks.” You were scrolling on your phone, waiting for Harcourt to show up so you could get this meeting over with. She’d promised the team a day off, but you woke to the feeling of your phone buzzing under your pillow, Harcourt on the other end saying she’d need to speak with everyone. Now, you were there, aggravated and tired into your bones.

Adrian cleared his throat, and you offered him a greeting nod before noticing he was looking at Chris.

“Fuck it, whatever. Adrian thinks you look good too. He wants to fuck you, actually.” Chris shifted to face Adrian more, like he was preparing to be physically attacked.

Rather, Adrian’s face flushed white, his eyes wide, “I didn’t say that!” His voice was frantic and he waved his arms around in frustration before letting them slap back down at his sides.

“You may not have said it but your dick definitely did!” Chris pointed first at Adrian, then to his crotch, his tone filled to the brim with impatience.

“Nuh-uh, no!” Adrian crossed his arms and went to sit on the piano bench, plopping down with a deep frown embedded in his expression.

You were content just watching the theatrics as these two dealt with whatever the fuck kind of angst they’d been having in their friendship regarding you. It felt kinda nice to be argued over. Which, yeah, sure, it’s egotistical but whatever. If Harcourt never called you in, this wouldn’t be happening so you might as well make the best of it. There was definitely a chip on your shoulder over being woken up and pulled into the office.

Chris let out a sarcastic laugh, “Right, right. So I’m supposed to just pretend you don’t shoot their initials into everything during target practice. Or you don’t ask Harcourt to pair you up with them on missions. Or drive past their house on the way home.”

“What?” You looked at Adrian, who grimaced as Chris continued.

“Leave the spy stuff to Harcourt, Adrian, cause you’re about as subtle as Economos’ dye job.”

Adrian looked between you and Chris, looking like a cornered puppy, “Those things are normal to do with your best friend.”

Chris scoffed, rolling his eyes before he looked at you and winked.

“Alright, fine. If there’s nothing going on there, you won’t mind if I ask them out?”

Adrian stopped pressing piano keys, swinging his leg over the bench to fully face Chris. Neither of you anticipated him darting off the seat and ramming himself full force into Chris’ waist, arms wrapping around him as the desk behind you two slid across the floor.

You stood up from where you’d been leaning, phone still in hand, in disbelief that the conversation had devolved into literal violence. You knew better than to intervene when they were in a spat, the two were more crotchety old married couple than friends.

Chris and Adrian tumbled onto the tile floor, and Adrian had started raising a fist when Chris pushed him off, sending him flying backwards with an oomph. He scrambles after Adrian, straddling his shoulders to hold his arms down with his knees.

Adrian’s heels scraped against the floor as he tried to break away from Chris’ grasp, but he wasn’t budging.

“Listen, man. Stop directing your bullshit at me just because you’re too much of a candy ass to do something about your feelings.” His finger was centimeters away from Adrian’s face, and you had to hold back laughter as Adrian craned his neck forward to bite it. “Ow, what the hell, Adrian?” Chris wagged his finger and wiped it on his shirt, slapping Adrian in the temple with his other hand for good measure.

Adrian gave up after the slap, a frown still etched on his face when he turned his head to speak to you, “Will you go get drinks with me?”

You slid your phone into your back pocket, strolling over and crouching down closer to Adrian’s level, “Gee, don’t sound so excited.”

He squirmed underneath Chris, who was sitting with his arms crossed, waiting.

“I’m sorry. I really like you and want to take you out.” Adrian winced as Chris moved to stand up. He rubbed the side of his head with one hand and sat up into a criss cross in front of you.

“Yeah, you can take me out.” You reached over and patted Adrian’s cheek, giving him a small pinch, “I might even fuck you if you’re funny enough.” You stood up, adjusting your top and walking over to Chris to give him a slap on the back.

Adrian got up after, dusting off his costume and looking at Chris, “Sorry for attacking you.”

“Sorry for winning.” Chris smiled at him, and raised his hand for a high five that Adrian gladly completed.

Harcourt walked in not a moment too soon with Leota and John behind her, carrying trays of coffee.

“Hey everyone, I know none of us want to be here but—yes, Adrian?”

He’d raised his hand to ask a question, and you and Chris gave each other a look. Somewhere between fondness and incredulousness.

“Are we going to have to be here all day?”

Emilia’s eyelids fluttered with annoyance and she went to grab her coffee, “No, Adrian. I just have some new information and then you can go back to your days off.”

Adrian walked over to her, taking out three of the drinks to bring back to you and Chris, “Oh, okay, great. Because I have plans. Really cool plans.”

You took a swig of your coffee, smiling to yourself as the rest of the team nodded and made general mumbles to appease Adrian.

Harcourt pushed forward with the meeting as Adrian hopped onto the desk next to you, a big smile on his face. Your heart jumped.

You owed Chris big time.

#my writing #mine #500 celebration #answered*#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #vigilante x reader #vigilante x you

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hoe4hotchner · 2 years

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HOMEGIRL!!!! I love your fics and blurbs and everything!!!!!! Okay, so I have something for you. Jack and Fem!Reader has been best friends throughout their entire childhood and maybe they're seniors in high school now. Anyway, Reader has gotten close to Hotch due to her relationship with Jack and has seen him as a father figure due to her own dad being out of the picture. And then, boom she gets kidnapped and Hotch has his team on it. Sorry, this is all over the place. :) love u!!!!

Before it's too late

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader x Jack Hotchner

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: AHHHH!!!! EM! Thank you!!! I love you so much!! This was an emotional rollercoaster to write, not gonna lie.

Here’s a reminder that my Requests are open and that I also have a prompt list you can choose from.

Warnings: Angst. Kidnapping. Implied rape.

“Ugh, this calculus test is driving me nuts! I just don’t understand how we’re supposed to study for it.” You groaned, walking out of the doors to freedom. The chilly autumn air filled your lungs and left foggy clouds stranded mid-air as you exhaled.

“I’m sure you’ll ace it, you always do. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Jack put an arm around your shoulder, as you walked out of the school grounds together, bumping his head playfully into yours with a giggle on his lips.

You’d spent a great deal of time with Jack growing up, having first met in class right after you’d moved to town with your mother. Your teacher, Mrs. Cooper, had asked Jack to show you around, hoping that it would help erase the painful memories of his mother.

Instantly, you’d clicked. Spending more and more time together every day, opting to do every single school project together, having endless amounts of playdates, and even trying to hook up your parents, which did not work. You felt like you’d spent most of your childhood in the Hotchner home, it was always fun and exciting to be there, especially when Mr. Hotchner wasn’t working.

Aaron always had suspenseful stories to share with the two of you, getting crazier and crazier as you grew up and could handle more of the awfulness that he experienced on his cases. Spending as much time with the Hotchner boys as you did, Aaron started feeling more like a father figure to you, than the parent of your best friend. And vice versa with Jack and your mom. The lack of a core member of each of your families only strengthened your bond, as you felt like your shared experiences were only understood by the two of you.

“Dad’s away on a case this weekend, do you want to come over tomorrow? We can order pizza and play video games?” Jack asked as you stopped outside of the gate into your apartment complex.

“I need to study, Jack.” You pointed out, still feeling anxious for the upcoming test.

“(Y/N), please! You’ve been studying all week, we’ve barely seen each other. I miss my best friend.” Jack pleaded, his sad puppy dog eyes coming into full display. He knew you couldn’t resist them. They’d gotten you into a lot of trouble throughout your friendship, but nothing bad enough to scare you away from the brown-haired menace.

“Fine, but I’m not staying over.” You gave in, saying your goodbyes as you went inside and Jack walked two blocks further to his place.

Those were the last words spoken between the two of you. You didn’t show up the following day as you’d promised. You always kept your promises and would surely have called or texted if you couldn’t make it. That was what worried Jack when he called Aaron. He’d made sure to check if you were home first, but your mother hadn’t seen you since you’d supposedly left for Jack’s.

Your phone was off, sending him straight to voicemail whenever he tried to get in contact with you.

“Dad, I think there’s something wrong with (Y/N). She’s nowhere to be found, please, help.” Jack was frantic as he told Aaron about the situation. He’d never heard him this distraught since Haley and knew that this wasn’t just a case of you being out of town and forgetting to tell him. This was bad.

“Jack!” Aaron snapped softly, trying to get his boy back to reality once again. “If you don’t hear from her tomorrow, we’ll be on our way. Okay?” He bargained, trying to calm his son down. After all, Aaron still had his job to tend to, even though he wanted to fly back to Quantico as soon as possible. He was worried too. You weren’t just the type to disappear without a trace.

He had Garcia try to hack and trace your phone, the last known location being in your neighborhood in the morning, close to the time your mother had last seen you.

When Sunday came and you still hadn’t peeped about your whereabouts, Aaron had his whole team back in Quantico asap, leaving the local police his card to call him if they needed their help on the case they’d just discarded. Although it was an unprofessional move of him, you were more important to Jack and himself to just let you wait.

It took mere minutes for the BAU to compose a plan once back in Quantico, having Garcia check surveillance, as Morgan and Prentiss went to your neighborhood knocking on doors. Meanwhile, Spencer and JJ started searching for active unsubs in the area.

Aaron made sure to rush home to his son, needing to know everything that had happened leading up to your disappearance. But all Jack could tell was “I don’t know”, his tone getting harsher and harsher as he finally had an outlet to voice his frustrations.

When Hotch’s phone rang, it was Garcia.

“Sir, I think I have something.” She mentioned before Hotch gave his permission to add everyone else to the call, which Garcia did with an instant click of a button. “Poor sweet (Y/N) was grabbed off the street and pulled into a black van. Her captures wearing masks so facial recognition is a no-go. However, I was able to get a good read of the license plate after finding a better video angle. Foxtrot, Delta, Uniform, Seven, Zero, Two, Eight. I’ve sent the plate out to all law enforcement in the area, in hopes of that being the right thing to do.” Garcia informed as she mass texted their tablets with the surveillance pictures and the license plate.

“Thanks, Garcia.” Hotch dismissed

“Anything for you, big shot.”

“Professionalism, Garcia.” Hotch sternly reprimanded, not having the energy to push it off in the current situation.

Spencer immediately started looking closer at the surveillance after Garcia had had her turn, hoping to be able to pinpoint exactly where the vehicle was headed.

The Hotchner boys couldn’t physically be within the frames of their own bodies and sit idle, so Aaron grabbed his coat and holstered his gun, as he told Jack to get ready. Walking around the neighborhood, they alternately took turns calling your name. The power in their voices slowly descended as darkness started to fall over the city, only being illuminated by the lamps evenly positioned around the neighborhoods and streets of Quantico.

“Hotchner,” Aaron answered as his phone started buzzing in his phone. “I’m on my way.” He announced as he started turning back towards their apartment to get his car.

“Was it (Y/N)?” Jack impatiently asked as he felt the nervous jitters in his body.

“Jack go home!” Hotch sternly said, his focus narrowed on the SUV at the end of the street. If Jack hadn’t been with him, he’d have started running towards it. But he didn’t need him to worry more than he already did. “I’ll call when I know something, okay?” Hotch said before speeding off towards the location he’d been pinged off about. Jack couldn’t help but think that there was something terribly wrong, that you were hurt, potentially even dead. He didn’t like those thoughts, but couldn’t seem to shake them again. The memories of his mother’s passing rushed through his brain and engulfed him in darkness.

***

You heard the commotion outside the place you were being held in, the loud sirens filling your ears as the last hope slowly started to drain from your mind. You felt defeated. Your beaten-up body couldn’t take any more of the torture, all because he wanted to know something that you didn’t even know about yourself. The whereabouts of your father. You hadn’t seen the man since you were four and had no memories of him, other than the time he took you to the park, but that was it.

A startled whimper left your lungs as the doors were kicked in and armed officers rushed through it. Your pupils retracted as a sharp light, probably from a flashlight you thought, blinded you in the process. Once used to the brightness, you noticed the gun pointed at you by the uniformed officer. Your chest was heaving with fright.

“Get away from her!” You heard an all too familiar voice yell somewhere behind them. The tears started flowing from your eyes as you realized who it was. When Aaron got closer to you, the sight he was met with was unbearable. Shivering, severely underdressed, he noticed the cuts and bruises covering your naked thighs and arms. Clearly from forcefully being held down.

He crouched down in front of you, quickly releasing you from the binds that held you in a sitting position on the ground. You fell into his arms, sobbing as the devastating truth of what had happened to you finally caught up with you. Even though you’d been missing for less than 75 hours, so much could happen in that span.

“Mr. Hotchner, what happened?” You sobbed, trying to wrap your head around everything. You were confused. Everything had happened so quickly.

“Sweetheart?” He softly murmured as he wrapped you in his jacket, trying to get some heat into your already light blueish tone. “Can we talk about this later? You need to be seen by a medic.” He lifted you up into his arms like you weighed nothing and helped you outside where an ambulance was waiting for you. “Oh, and please call me Aaron, I think we’re way past the formalities.” He joked, hoping to keep some light in you as you had to come to terms with your situation once you’d regained full emotional capacity again.

The paramedics quickly got you strapped in on the stretcher and wheeled inside of the ambulance.

“Please don’t leave me alone, Aaron.” You begged, staring at him. He swore he’d seen those puppy dog eyes before, as you’d probably learned that un-resistible trick from his own flesh and blood.

“I never would, sweetheart.” He spoke softly to you, deeming that Jack could wait until the situation was fully under control. He hoisted himself into the back of the ambulance, holding your hand in comfort for the route to the hospital.

***

The doctors at the hospital kept on treating you for endless amounts of hours, nursing you back to health before they even let Aaron enter the room. He’d called Jack, telling him that you were okay, but there’d go sometime before you were ready to see him. He felt bad for rejecting the two of you to see each other, knowing that your relationship was like brother and sister.

A careful knock landed on the door into your room, before Aaron’s head popped into view. The emotionless expression on your face instantly told him everything he needed to know. You were still confused but felt the numbness in your whole body.

Aaron dragged a chair to your bedside, taking your hand in his, and gave it a loving squeeze, hard enough to catch your attention. A single tear fell from your eye as you looked at him. They’d told you what had happened, that they needed to do a pregnancy test on you, just to make sure. Thankfully it was negative, but the lingering feeling of disgust was still rooted deep within you.

“Why me.” You whimpered. Aaron cupped your face with his free hand, using his thumb to wipe the tear away.

“I can’t really answer that confidently, (Y/N). But I had a look into your father while you were out. He was not a good man, criminal at best. He ripped off a lot of people, bad people. And even though you don’t know him, you’re the easiest person they could find connected to him.” Aaron explained, seeing the changing expression in your eyes, as you were shocked to learn these things. You sighed.

“I spoke to your mom, she’s sorry that she can’t come. She couldn’t get out of the business trip. But I’ve promised that Jack and I will take care of you.” Aaron softly smiled at you, seeing the disappointment. As much as you loved your mom, she was never really there for you, it seemed to you that her job meant more than her own child. You couldn’t blame her, not after learning that you’d been an accident, that she never meant to have kids.

Aaron on the other hand, he seemed like the perfect parent, growing up you sometimes despised Jack for having such a caring and attentive father, even though he was gone a lot of the time. He always made time to come to school events or spent time with his son whenever he was home. Not like your mother, it was always just work with her.

He sat with you for as long as you needed. You were interrupted by the familiarity of the young Hotchner’s voice popping into the room. “(Y/N)!” He said, shocked by your appearance. “You look awful.”

“Jack!” Hotch reprimanded, thinking that it was too early in your recovery for your usual friendly banter to start.

“Thanks a lot, so do you, cry baby.” You smiled, seeing his puffy red eyes. You both fell into a fit of laughter, knowing that when the two of you just had each other, nothing could stop you, even if the world decided to hurt you.

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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can u do more sub harry or neville with mommy kink smut and soft dom george with innocence kink smut please? i love your writting <33

pairing: george weasley x reader

warning(s): 18+, fingering, mentions of oral (female receiving), mentions of handjobs, innocence kink

a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb but i just couldn’t stop. i decided to go with george because i don’t write for him as often as the others. and just a reminder that requests are still closed so if you send me anything right now it will likely get deleted. as always, enjoy!

Kissing George was an experience you thought was like no other - not that you had much experience to go by. George was your first real boyfriend, therefore your first everything that comes along with that.

In the weeks you had been dating, neither of you had taken it further than kissing - you because you were too nervous about your inexperience and him because he respected you too much to push anything on you too soon.

And not that you would ever know this, but George was infinitely turned on by your innocence. Every time you blushed at his praise, every time he had to explain a dirty joke to you, every little noise you made when he was kissing you left him rock hard in his trousers.

And tonight he’d be going out on a limb, but he was almost certain that you were ready for a little bit more. He was just waiting for his moment.

It came quick enough. His hands were sliding up your sides, barely grazing the skin on the sides of your stomach, and your thighs clenched together fiercely. Every little thing he did turned you on, but it was all you could do in the moment to ease the ache you felt between your legs.

He broke away from the kiss with a raised brow and a cocky smile, looking at you from where you were both laying on your sides on his bed. “Is my girl turned on?” He asked simply, not wanting to tease you too much.

You immediately felt your skin heat up and your eyes went wide. Flustered and unsure of what to do next, you could only give him back a small nod, doing your best to maintain eye contact with him.

He gave a small chuckle but gave you a playful smile shortly enough, easing your worries slightly. “And would you like me to help you with that?”

You furrowed your brows just slightly, a bit confused. “How?” You asked, knowing full well he knew that you weren’t quite ready to take that step just yet.

“You seem to like my hands. Isn’t that right, baby?” He asked teasingly, a hand slipping down to caress your bare thigh that had been hidden underneath your skirt.

You managed to give a steadier nod than earlier, but your pulse had significantly increased at the prospect of what he was offering.

“Open your legs for me, pretty girl,” he told you, but to your ears it sounded more like a command than anything. A command you so desperately wanted to obey.

You turned slightly on your back and let your legs fall open, your skirt still covering his destination.

“So good for me,” he mused, his lips trailing kisses up your neck, only making you that much more desperate.

“Please,” you whimpered, sure you had never been this aroused in your life.

His head popped up to reveal the shit eating grin he was wearing. “You don’t have to beg for anything tonight. We’ll get there one day,” he said, winking down at you.

Just the thought of one day having to beg for him was enough to send you into a dizzy loop of scenarios in your head. It was enough to distract you from the way his fingers were trailing up your thighs and into your underwear.

You gave a startled noise when you felt his finger trail up and down your slit, feeling for himself just how wet you were for him.

“You’re fucking soaked. Is this all for me?” He asked, looking down at you in awe as his fingers explored your most sensitive spots.

“Yes, George,” you managed to get out before a loud moan fell from your lips when his finger circled your clit. You felt a new flush creep back over your skin, never having made that sort of noise before, not even when you were alone and it was your own hand.

“Don’t be shy. I wanna hear all your pretty little noises,” he said lowly in your ear, pulling away to watch your face.

His fingers were skilled on your skin and careful to never leave your clit. Your orgasm built slowly, but you knew you needed more. You needed those long fingers inside of you, something you had dreamed about ever since you started dating him.

“George,” you whined, bucking your hips into his hand. It was a silent plea for him to move his fingers lower, to put them inside of you, but he wasn’t taking the bait that easy.

“What do you need, pretty girl? Hm? Use your words,” he told you, but once again it sounded a lot like a command.

You couldn't seem to stop blushing as another wave of redness covered your skin at his words. You didn’t know what to say to him, but you were desperate.

“Finger me, please,” you begged, looking up at him with imploring eyes.

He didn’t even have to say the words to agree, the way his pupils dilated so the black overtook the blue was enough to tell you that he wanted nothing more right now. He quickly shifted so he was kneeling between your legs, lightly playing with the hem of your underwear and looking at you with a question in his eyes. When you finally gave him a brave nod, he slowly slid the fabric down your legs and tossed them off the side of the bed.

“Open those legs for me, baby. Let me see just how needy my innocent little girl is,” he said, his hands rubbing your thighs to try and gently coax you into doing as he asked.

Slowly, you let your legs part and exposed yourself to him. You watched him carefully as you did so and he couldn’t seem to take his eyes away from the spot between your legs. It was like watching a man go through a religious experience.

“Look at you, baby,” he said, the awe evident in his voice. His fingers began to slowly trail up your slit again, but this time fully for the purpose of teasing you. “So puffy and red and so fucking wet. Absolutely perfect,” he mused, making your confidence go through the roof. You had never thought one man could make you feel so beautiful when you were this exposed. “Am I the first one to see you like this?” He asked, finally tearing his eyes away to look back up at you.

He knew just as well as you did that he was, in fact, your first everything. You knew he just wanted to hear you say it.

“Only you,” you said softly, but you could practically feel yourself shaking with anticipation.

As if those words flipped a switch inside of him, he was plunging one finger into you slowly, your walls forced to stretch around it. He moved slowly, but it felt so good you couldn’t help but throw your head back and let out a moan.

He kept going, finally slipped a second finger in and curled them in a way that made you see stars. A scream tore its way from your throat and your hips were moving of their own accord, fucking yourself down onto his fingers everytime he pushed inside of you.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers. Just like that, baby. So fucking good,” he told you, his voice having dropped an octave since the last time he spoke.

Knowing it turned him on watching you like this only sent another wave of arousal through you, making you that much wetter and bringing you that much closer to your orgasm.

“You look so perfect right now. One of these days I’m gonna put my head between your legs and put my tongue right where my fingers are. I bet you’ll taste just as good as you look right now,” George told you, his voice just about the only thing that was keeping you in the moment. And the images he was supplying you with were making you shake with arousal.

“Look at me,” he gave as his final command once he felt your walls begin to grip around his fingers. “Look at me when you cum.”

You couldn’t help but obey, forcing your head to lift up from the pillow and your eyes found his. They were blown with lust, it was written clear on his face just how much he wanted you.

Between the look in his eyes and the way he curled his fingers so perfectly, you were tipping over the edge and spiraling into the best orgasm of your life. It took everything you had in you to keep your eyes on him, and he worked you through every second of your climax until you were a shaking, panting mess on his sheets.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, forcing you to whine at the sensitivity. But when he lifted his fingers up to his mouth and sucked on them, a whole new rush of arousal ran through you. It was something you had never even thought of, but watching him do it made you near desperate again.

“I was right. You taste like heaven,” he told you when he was done, leaning over your body to catch your lips in his. You could still taste yourself on his tongue, a thought that made you shiver with need, but you quickly forced yourself to calm back down as you got lost in the kiss.

“Did that feel good?” He asked, finally joining you in laying down once more, just as you had begun.

“So good, George,” you told him honestly, still breathless from your orgasm and the kiss that followed. And when the idea struck you, you felt your body move for itself. You reached a hand out to gently run along his belt, your own silent desire to please him creeping up inside of you.

“You don’t have to,” he argued gently, moving to push your hand away.

“I want to,” you said defiantly, the confidence boost he had just given you making you feel as if you could do anything right now. But on second thought… “I just don’t know how,” you told him, looking back down at where your hands were.

Softly, he curled a finger under your chin and lifted your head up, forcing you to look at him. “I can teach you,” he told you, and you watched as his pupils dilated at the thought.

“Yeah?” You asked, still a little unsure.

“Of course, pretty girl,” he said, capturing your lips with his once more, easing all of your nerves.

#harry potter #george weasley #george weasley smut #george wealsey imagine #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey drabble

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spenciebabie · 3 years

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could you do a blurb or hc where spence is going down on you and your phone rings and he makes you answer it??

if you’re comfortable with that of course :)) xx

I got one exactly like this I’m gonna knock out too:

“can u do a lil blurb on spencer being a little shit and eating you out while you’re on the phone😄”

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He loves going down on you. He loves the way you taste, the way you move and squirm beneath him, loves the little pathetic noises you make when his fingers are inside you at the same time. Loves the feeling of your hands pulling at his hair when he keeps going after you’ve already cum. He loves every single part of it.

So he’d never pass up an opportunity like this, you sitting on the sofa in front of him in a dress with no panties underneath. It was supposed to be you teasing him, but it was out of your hands the second he knelt down on the ground in front of you.

Pushing your dress up further and further slow and teasing until he revealed your cunt, soaking wet already, waiting for him. The sight was just too pretty, he wanted to dive in right away. But he knew better than that, taking his time to carefully litter your thighs with soft kisses. Working his way up to harsher ones, nipping and biting at the skin in an effort to leave a mark as you already squirmed beneath him.

“Fuck Spencer, please” you had to whine out for him to finally touch you. Taking pity on the desperate tone that laced your voice.

As soon as his lips connected with your core and your head fell back against the couch, your phone rang.

You froze completely, not wanting to answer it obviously, and waiting for Spencer to stop. But he didn’t, he just replaced his mouth with his fingers for a second and looked up at you to speak, his lips glistening already.

“Answer it for me baby. I promise I’ll be good”

Looking at the caller ID it was Emily, if it had been really important both your phones would be ringing so hopefully it was nothing. But you still didn’t want to answer it.

“Spence, she’ll hear” you moan out as his fingers curl up inside you.

“I’ll be quiet if you will?” He smirks up, answering the call and handing it up to you to take. You wanted to kill him, and you might’ve if his tongue didn’t feel quite so good.

“Emily, hey” you manage to get out in the most normal tone you can put together, and she doesn’t seem to notice.

“Hey, I just wanted to find out a time that suited you for a meeting some time next week? Nothing too serious, I’ll only need like an hour?” Emily speaks.

But once Spencer can hear her voice on the other end of the phone he starts to pick up the pace. Forcing his fingers in and out of you so harsh that it feels like Emily must be able to hear the downright filthy sounds they’re making. His lips wrap around your clit and begin to suck at the same time, and your hips arch up off the couch only to be pinned back down by Spencer. His grip so rough it must be leaving some kind of bruise.

You have to take a second to remember to breathe before you can string together a sentence.

“Next— uh— next week?”

“Yeah, any day in particular suit? I know we might be called away but it’s good to have some kind of plan in place?”

One of your hands comes down to rest in Spencer’s hair. Tugging against it roughly in a bid to get him to stop, but it only seems to encourage him as he moans out against you. The vibrations of his lips and tongue only making things infinitely worse for you until you have to let out a noise.

“Fuck!” You gasp out before you realize what you’ve done.

“Are you alright?” Emily sounds concerned down the line and you have to think quickly.

“Yeah, no! I just— my toe, I stubbed my toe!” You rush out, and it’s not the most convincing lie ever but she doesn’t seem to pry, “Um Tuesday? After lunch?” You throw any time at all out there just to get her off the line.

Spencer can tell the call is coming to an end so he reaches up with his one free hand to grab at your tits over the fabric of your dress, roughly taking one, squeezing it in his hand and all of the sensations together just feel too good. And you’re so close.

“Great yeah that works for me. Is Spencer around actually? I was gonna give him a call next but if he’s there with you?” Emily asks and you don’t have another ounce of strength in you to fight against it anymore.

“No! I’m alone here” it comes out as a little whine and Emily’s probably concerned for your mental health now too.

“Oh alright, I’ll call him later so. Bye then!” Emily hangs up then and you’re cumming around Spencer, on Spencer. Finally moaning out as loud as you needed to as his mouth and fingers continued to make you feel as good as it was possible to feel.

When he comes up for air, there’s a grin plastered on his face as he moves up the couch to join you. Placing a kiss on your lips so that you could taste yourself on him before pulling back.

“You’re a bastard” you breathe out, your chest still heaving from the exertion.

“I’m your bastard” he chuckes and places another kiss on your lips, trailing it down to your neck until he was pawing at the neckline of your dress.

“Don’t get too comfy, Emily’s gonna call you any minute and I’m out for revenge”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid concept #spencer reid blurb #blurb #blurbs #imagine #concept

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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hi i love your writing sm, could u do something w having sex w mgg in his trailer🦋

oh yes i can most definitely do that. i just did a blurb that included something similar but i have a whole other fantasy for this one that i think would be so hot. this is just like filthy smut i might have done a lil too much lol.

summary: reader goes to visit her friend, Matthew, on set. when he catches her doing something dirty in his trailer, he offers to help.

word count: 4.2k

relationship: Fem!Reader/Matthew

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, masturbation, dirty talk, face-sitting, degradation, Cocky Matthew, some semi-exhibitionism.

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my toes curl over the sheets and I let out a dissatisfied groan as I throw the abandoned vibrator onto the side table. ever since flying home from visiting friends in New York, I’ve been absolutely, embarrassingly... horny.

usually, my trusty toy is able to work wonders; this week has been rough, though. maybe it’s something to do with my stress-levels or maybe my body just doesn’t feel like cooperating. it doesn’t help that I have about an hour before I’m scheduled to visit my friend on the set of his show.

I haven’t seen Matthew in almost a year. between his shooting schedule and my own job getting more demanding, spending time together really hasn’t been possible. I miss his laugh and the way our conversations always flow so easily. whenever we hang out, it’s like we pick up right where we left off. and now, as I give up on trying to get one off before seeing him, I start to wonder what to expect. a tour? meeting his castmates?

to be completely honest, I don’t really want to do any of that. I’m sure they’re all very nice people and we’d have a good time, but the last week in the city was so full of group interactions that I’m really hoping to sit across from each other and just... talk.

there’s no point in speculating, though. instead, I glance over at my disappointing toy and sigh. maybe next time.

when I get there, Matthew texts me to wait for him so he can bring me to his trailer. everyone is bustling around, moving according to their own chaotic schedules. a couple golf carts occasionally roll through the space, toting actors and other personnel. it’d be overwhelming for anyone who isn’t used to it.

“Y/N!” Matthew’s voice cuts across the din of the set as he waves. he’s leaning out of the side of a golf cart that he’s driving, which makes me nervous as he pulls up to me. I raise my eyebrows in surprise as he stops the cart and hops out to wrap me in a hug.

he smells good, like expensive cologne and cool air. as he withdraws, he sets his hands on my shoulders and grins at me.

“you look great! how are you?” as usual, he’s talkative. I smile back, though, and take in his appearance. he’s always been handsome, but right now Matthew is looking especially good: the breeze has swept his curls, he’s got on a colorful button-up short-sleeve with parakeets on it, and there’s some stubble growing on his face that’s new. he looks older, more mature.

kind of sexy.

“I’m really well. cool ride you’ve got.” I nod to the golf cart and Matthew laughs.

“you wanna know a secret?” he smirks. I raise my eyebrows and he leans down a little to reach my height. “I’m not supposed to drive that.”

“how’d you get it?” I frown. knowing him, he probably managed to charm his way around the rules, but I’m sure there’s a funny story behind it as well. he’s full of weird anecdotes.

“one of my cast mates distracted the guy who runs the warehouse where they keep them.” he winks, then gestures for me to follow him. I slide into the passenger seat and before I can really process what’s happening, he’s swerving in a wide circle and speeding off.

“I’ve been meaning to call you,” he practically yells over the sound of the motor. “but I know you’ve been busy.”

“yeah, I actually just started writing for this new show.”

“you’re downtown, then?” he glances over with a smile and then we’re slowing to a stop. an enormous trailer sits among rows of other enormous trailers, presumably for his cast mates. he turns off the cart and turns his body to face me while I talk. zeroes in on me in a way that makes my stomach flip.

“for right now, yeah.” I can’t help the smile. it’s been a while since I’ve worked in Los Angeles; I was working as a writer on one of Matthew’s independent films when I got an offer in New York and decided to relocate. and even though it was amazing there, I missed California sunshine and I missed him. we were inseparable before I left.

“so, what I’m hearing is that you’re now legally bound to hang out with me.” he grins in that dazzling way of his. I laugh and nod, climbing out when he does. he opens the trailer door for me. “I have to go back to work in about twenty minutes, but afterwards I wanna take you to dinner.”

“oh, I could have come later. I’m sorry.” I turn to apologize, but he’s quick to wave it off.

“it’s fine. as long as you don’t mind spending an hour in here, it shouldn’t be too torturous.”

I peer around the space, noticing the little ways in which Matthew has made this place his own: aside from all the complimentary gift baskets and notes, the trailer is occupied by strange trinkets that he’s collected, random books and notebooks that scatter the couch and what looks like an attempt at a desk.

“wow.” I say. he sidles up next to me, sighing and realizing that it’s a bit cluttered.

“sorry about the mess. I haven’t really had time to clean up.”

“no, no, I meant ‘wow’ in a good way.” I walk over to the couch and sit down, patting the spot next to me. he smiles, pushes an acting theory book out of the way, and sinks into the cushions a safe distance from me.

“tell me about this job, then.” he immediately starts. I shrug.

“it’s nothing huge, just a teen drama. everyone I work with is brilliant, though.”

“that’s amazing. have you had a chance to work on your art?”

I think back to all the times when Matthew and I would spend free afternoons doing doodle competitions of the crew, usually on random scripts. they were judged by other cast mates, anyone who would take the time to look. I don’t think I was supposed to be on set as much as I was, but it was worth it.

“I wish. my schedule is so busy now, I barely have time to make dinner for myself.” I laugh. he leans back into the corner of the couch, resting his arm on top of the back. I pull one leg beneath me and mirror his actions.

“that’s too bad. I was looking forward to seeing some new stuff.”

“I don’t think any of my co-workers would particularly enjoy the representations I do of them.”

“sour sports.” he says. the strangeness and vehemence of the sentiment makes me snort and I glance at the notebooks around the room.

“how about you? any new masterpieces?”

we go on like this for a while, just catching up and slipping into our inside jokes and memories as if they aren’t from a different time in our lives. although I was excited to see him today, there was a lingering nervousness about it going as planned. sometimes you try to reconnect and the spark is just... gone. but Matthew is still Matthew, and I’m still me.

he ends up leaving to go shoot sooner than I can believe, time passing quickly, and tells me to feel free to read any of his books or look through his sketchbooks. he never hides anything, and it’s admirable.

once he’s gone, I settle onto the couch with a used Ray Bradbury anthology that I found beneath a bag of sour candies and start to read.

my mind wanders, however, as I try to concentrate on the page. I think about how Matthew looks now, how the stubble makes his jaw even more defined. those wide, hazel eyes that always seem to glitter with enthusiasm. I don’t know if I’m still frustrated from the unsuccessful session with my vibrator earlier, but the thoughts begin to turn over in my mind and mingle with other ones.

there were moments with him that I remember, quiet ones where we’d be about to say goodnight or moments where he’d fall asleep on my shoulder in my apartment, where I’d look at him and consider the possibility. we get on so well, and he’s arguably one of my best friends. distance hasn’t changed that. there are things I would tell him that I haven’t told my other friends.

and when he’d brush against my skin, or grab my arm to get my attention, and my imagination would run wild. heated kisses and closed doors. finding the way to my bed in the dark, his hands on my waist while he crawls on top of me. things that never happened but that I imagined as if they were real memories seared into my mind.

and now, sitting in this trailer with this book and on this couch that smells like him, those feelings return like something lost, then found: rushing, feverish, overpowering. the images come in a flux, his weight on top of mine and his teeth dragging over my tits. on this couch, that’s all I want.

there’s a blush on my cheeks as I drop the book on the floor and undo the button on my pants. it won’t take me long; I can feel how wet I’m getting and I haven’t even thought that much about it. the pent-up excitement from earlier will overtake my senses. he said I have an hour, and this might take ten minutes tops.

as my fingertips brush over my panties, I close my eyes and imagine they’re his. curious, gentle, teasing before reaching below the waistband and cupping me. I whimper, starting to trace over the wet folds of my entrance with an eager hand. it feels good, right, and the heat of my body tells me that this time, it’ll work. my head is full of thoughts of him, and I dip a finger in, clenching around the digits. the heel of my palm presses into my clit and I moan, starting to work myself.

I imagine Matthew coming in here after he’s done and kissing me like he’s wasted enough time waiting; like he can’t wait another second to be with me. my pace quickens at the memory of his hands, veined and strong and sure, pumping into me. taunting me.

“Matthew...” I whine, removing my fingers to circle my clit with a hurried pressure. every second burns across my skin, reminding me that what I’m doing is wrong. I shouldn’t be touching myself in his trailer while he works, especially not when he’s coming back soon.

but it’s hot, too, and the rhythm I create is impossible to resist. I switch between fingering and toying with my bundle of nerves while clenching my free hand in the couch cushion. my eyes are squeezed shut as I get closer to orgasm, the knot in my stomach tightening with every moment.

“o-oh my god,” I hum. “Matthew--”

the sharp intake of breath makes my entire body freeze. my eyes fly open to see the bastard himself standing there, lips parted. he can’t seem to figure out where to look: my face, which was just contorted in pleasure while I moaned his name, or my pussy, which is almost completely on display now that I’ve managed to push my jeans down to my knees.

“oh my god.” I stutter, immediately removing my hand and sitting up. my cheeks are on fire and everything around me seems surreal. this can’t be real. “y-you weren’t supposed to be back for an hour.” I say stupidly. shit ton of luck that hour did me.

“we, uh, wrapped early.” he averts his eyes, then glances cautiously at my face. “I promise I walked in here before I knew. I never meant--”

“no, it’s fine.” I pull up my jeans, still too shocked to make any sweeping movements. he doesn’t seem quite sure what to do with himself, and I speak to break the silence. “sorry, I know I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I wonder what you’d have done with an actual hour.” he says it like he’s attempting to lighten the mood, then winces as he realizes that he shouldn’t have said that. “sorry, bad joke. I’m just-- surprised.”

“Matthew, I’m so sorry--” I start. there’s literally no other direction to take this conversation. I feel like I’ve ruined our friendship within the span of a few seconds.

“were you saying my name?” he asks, eyebrows slightly raised. I would like to sink into the floor and never come up again, I think.

“well, the thing is--” I take a deep breath. “I don’t normally, um... do that in people’s trailers?” my frown makes him smile a little as he relaxes. now that I’m fully clothed, he doesn’t seem so daunted. I scoot up on the couch and glance between the open spot and him to get him to sit. standing only makes it weirder.

he obliges, watching me pull my knees into my chest before I start to explain. guilt is building in my chest now, so much more real after being caught.

“I don’t wanna make this even more awkward than it is, but I feel like I should make it clear that there’s a reason why I was doing it in here and I’m not some freak who, like, contaminates people’s space. like, I was just gonna be super quick about it and be done because-- and now I’m justifying it, which is even worse--”

“hey, Y/N, relax.” Matthew reaches out and touches my wrist, his fingers soft as they pull my attention to his. when I finally muster the courage to look him in the eyes, he’s got a small smile on his face. “I’m not mad or anything.”

“okay.” I sigh, spine going a little less rigid.

“you were moaning my name, though, right?” he smirks. my eyes widen.

“don’t get too cocky,” I try to play it off. “I haven’t been able to get off for the past few days and I only tried it to see if it would work.”

“looks like it did.” he glances between my flushed cheeks and the hand that was playing with myself, which is now sitting on my jeans. how is he being so fucking smooth right now?

“whatever.” I turn my face away, knowing that anything else would be damning.

“are you still... frustrated?” he asks. his voice is low. my face snaps up, jaw dropping. one of his hands is covering the crotch of his jeans, trying to hide something.

“why?”

“I can help you out. only if you want to, of course.” he says this in complete seriousness. my gaze passes over his features once again to make sure I’m not absolutely dreaming. every line in his face, the intensity of those pretty irises, feels too real to be fake.

“like...” I think about his hands, about what he’s offering. it’s heavier than just sex, but also maybe not. it doesn’t have to be; we’re adults. our friendship wouldn’t be shattered by one encounter.

“like I’ll eat you out right now and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” we’ve moved closer on the couch, our faces inches apart while he says it so quietly that I wouldn’t hear it otherwise. the way he licks his lips, stares at me, tells me that we’ve already passed the point of no return. there’s no use in holding back anymore.

“mhmm.” I nod. if I say anything more, I’ll reveal more than he wants to know. that I’ve wanted this for a while, even though I tried to forget the way he makes me feel.

“come here, then.” he beckons me forward and I impatiently crash my lips to his. he responds immediately, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling me to him. he’s greedy, but not in a way that overwhelms. like he’s trying to enjoy the moment. his nose brushes my cheek when he deepens the kiss, my hands looping around his neck. he begins to bite on my lower lip, tugging to get me to moan. I let him explore me, those features that he’s seen so many times but has never touched.

we’re hopeful in our embrace, and my mind feels like spring and how I imagine the earth feels when it’s in full bloom. excitement in my veins as we get more heated. when his fingers unbutton my jeans, he pulls away to take a moment.

“sit on my face.” he breathes out, feverish. I nod, getting up to shrug off my jeans. he watches, licking his lips when I pull down my panties and step out of them, then take off my top and bra. he leans back as if to sink down onto the couch for me, but I shake my head.

“take off your clothes first.” I tell him.

“you wanna see me naked?” he knows the truth, but wants me to say it. the smirk on his face makes me annoyingly aroused. I just start to go for the buttons on his shirt.

“yeah, I wanna see you naked.” I reply. this makes him grin and he helps me out by working on his jeans. we strip him down and then we’re both there, looking at each other.

“c’mere, beautiful.” he grabs my hip and pulls me closer until I get on the couch and position myself. he lies down flat, gesturing for me to scoot up his chest until my core is right above his face. “perfect.”

I’m about to poke a little fun at him for being so confident when he reaches up, wraps his hands around my thighs, and pulls me down against his face.

I yelp, overwhelmed by how he moans against my heat and starts to eat me out. his tongue moves expertly, lapping at the wetness that’s gathered between my legs before teasing my entrance. I release a series of noises that are downright sinful, but the red marks he’s leaving in my thighs tell me he’s loving my reaction. his nose brushes against my clit and I start to roll my hips against his face, falling apart already as he switches between sucking, licking, and sliding his tongue inside me. I grip onto his hair, mumbling like a prayer.

he takes the opportunity to quickly slap my ass before returning to my thighs, burying his face and working with a divine acuity. I can’t believe how good it feels, throwing my head back and arching my spine while I hold my tits. Matthew moves my hand and massages one while he stares up into my eyes, lust evident in every sound and motion.

“Matthew, please--” I gasp. “don’t stop.”

he groans, running his nails down my stomach while I ride his face. I’m needy for him, only uttering his name and more pleas for his tongue. and the sensation of him holding me down like he can’t get enough makes the knot from earlier return easily. I lean back a little, swirl my hips, and then it comes like a white-hot wave.

“oh my god—“ I can barely get it out, moving with abandon. “it’s so fucking good.”

he lets my body slow to a reasonable pace, drawing out the high until I’m swallowing all the air I can get and pull myself away from him. Matthew’s grinning, mouth glistening while he sits up a bit.

“such a wet little pussy.” he tells me, licking his lips. I’m pretty much resting on his chest and I start to move off of him when he quickly straightens himself, wraps his arms around my waist, and pushes me so I’m laying on my back at the other end of the couch with him leaning over me.

I brush his curls out of his face, appreciating the hunger in his face. he craves more of me, and the erection he’s pressing into my inner thigh is proof. I look up at him.

“you’re good.” I concede. he shrugs, smiles. butterflies.

“I just think about it a lot.” the response is simple, but it’s the right one. I blush and he grabs his dick, pumping it a few times before lining it up at my entrance. I search his eyes, those widened pupils, as he shoves into me.

“shit.” he moans, jaw dropping once he’s reaching the hilt. “give it to me, baby.” I can feel him deep inside, cock twitching against my walls as he settles. one of his arms is over me, supporting himself on the arm of the couch, while the other holds my waist.

I don’t speak, only bite down on my lip and whimper through the initial shocks of him. it isn’t until he pulls out that I get more vocal. he starts to roll his hips, never breaking eye contact while I arch my back and moan.

“harder.” I whisper. he tightens his grip on me and slams himself inside. my body instinctively moves up away from the pressure, but he brings me right back down.

“is this what you were thinking about?” he breathes out. “me fucking you like a slut?”

I nod urgently, but he uses an index finger to tilt my face back to his.

“tell me who you belong to, little slut.” his tone is low, laced with lust when he bites his lip and watches my reactions to his cock.

“you.” I whine quietly, grabbing his shoulders for stability while he plows into me.

“louder, sweetheart. you were plenty sure before.” he mocks, pausing after to moan in my ear like he’s absolutely losing it. he roughly tugs me further against him and the sensation makes me cry out.

“y-you-- fuck!”

“c’mon, baby.” he pants. we’re definitely rocking this trailer with the way he’s ramming my body right now. I can feel him like he’s in my ribs.

“Matthew, oh god--”

“show me how you cum, Y/N. lemme see you fucking break.” the final word is punctuated by him bottoming-out within me, his noises their own stimulation to my senses. I’m trying to breathe but it’s so hard with all the thoughts firing in my brain. he doesn’t go easy on me.

“I’m cumming.” my hips jerk up into his, pussy fluttering like it’s trying to push him out. but the tension only makes him thrust harder, further, chasing his own release as I claw at his back and squeeze my legs around his torso.

“can I fill that tight little cunt up, baby?” he moans into my ear, our bodies like undulating waves. I nod and buck against him, which drives him mad as his thrusts get sloppier. we’re filthy together and it’s otherworldly. “good girl.”

he lets out a whimpering sound while he stills inside my body and cums. I feel him twitching, shooting his load into me. I’m writhing while I clench around him, both of us falling apart. for all his cockiness, he’s lovely when he’s orgasming-- mouth open, eyes rolling back into his head before focusing intently on my face, a sheen of sweat that glows on his cheekbones.

when he finally withdraws, leaving me naked and panting on his couch, his eyes run over my body appreciatively.

“that help?” he smirks as he straightens. I glare at him, kneeing him in the ribs, and he leans down to kiss my cheek, giving me a tender look. “I’m joking. are you okay?”

“more than okay.” I smile. he doesn’t say anything for a moment, closing and opening his mouth as if debating whether or not to say something else.

“you’re really beautiful, you know that?”

“thanks.” as if this man hasn’t already fucked me senseless, I blush, look away shyly. he grabs my clothes from the floor and hands them to me.

“do you want some water?” he’s worried about giving me space. there’s a question lingering between us that I’m afraid to ask, especially now that he hasn’t. Matthew has always been the more bold between the two of us.

“uh, sure.” if it means he takes his eyes off me long enough for me to regain my bearings, yes. I watch him pull on the rest of his clothes before standing and going over to his mini-fridge. I’ll need to clean up soon.

“so...” his voice is measured, hazel eyes slipping over my form.

“so.”

“dinner? and then breakfast?” he suggests. my eyebrows raise at the second question, one that he hasn’t mentioned until now. the implication makes me laugh.

“you think you’re getting this again?” I try to act nonchalant, as if I’m not already imagining it.

“oh, wait--” he frowns, hesitates. “that’s not what I meant.”

“what did you mean?” there’s a grin taking over my face, hopeful as I await his response. I guess we’re about to answer that question after all.

“I wanna finally take you on a date.” he smiles softly, surprisingly shy. I don’t even hesitate to answer.

“I’m in.”

#mgg smut #mgg #matthew gray gubler #rpf #criminal minds #mgg oneshot

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a-dorin · 3 years

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mishap

pairing: din djarin x reader

word count: 1.402k

warnings: angst, cursing, spoilers, spoilers, spoilers for chapter fifteen (u have been warned !!!) a lil bit of crying, some yelling, slight canon divergence from chapter fifteen

a/n: hey y’all. i don’t really have much to say about this one other than to avoid it because it contains spoilers from chapter fifteen. this is a very self-indulgent blurb/fic too ahah. i hope you guys like it! :’))

“you know,” an elbow gently digs into your rib-cage, “he’s quite the looker. you got yourself a good one.”

you pause, nearly tripping over your own two feet, “what are you talking about?”

migs mayfield arches a brow, “oh shit. i -- uh, uhm.”

“you were the one who retrieved the coordinates, right?”

mayfield hesitates, bringing a hand to the back of his neck, “yeah, yeah. i was the one who retrieved the coordinates. your uh -- lover boy was the one who stood guard.”

your gaze darts over to the mandalorian only a few steps ahead, the beskar gleaming as rays of light filtered in through the leaves, “mayfield, is there something you’re not telling me?”

a twig snaps under his foot, causing him to stiffen, “no, no. the mission was a success. we managed to get what we needed, then we got out.”

“right,” you affirm, “was there a reason why you complimented di-- mando, then?”

“oh you know,” mayfield shrugs, “you know what they say. there’s always beauty beneath the helmet. he probably has some luscious locks of golden--”

“no one fucking says that,” you snort, readjusting the blaster situated in your belt, “listen, if there’s something you’re not telling me, i won’t hesitate to tell them to take your ass right back to garbage planet.”

“garbage planet,” mayfield scoffs, “yeah, i’m jumping for joy to return to that shit show.”

clenching your jaw, you can’t help but notice din as he strides towards the two of you, fennec and cara in tow. fennec is quiet, lips etched together in a solemn frown while cara carries a smug smirk on her face. almost as if she was about to deal out a brutal blow to the prisoner now turned comrade.

boba fett’s ship was stationed nearly a few hundred feet away, hatch opened, ready for the next step of the plan. as much as you wanted to focus on retrieving grogu, as much as you needed to maintain a level-head, you couldn’t.

there was something about the way mayfield seemed so sincere only minutes ago that had your mind reeling, anxiety, confusion, and hurt bubbling up.

did din really break his own creed?

fennec shoulders past the huddle, sharing a brief moment of eye contact with you. her brow furrowed with concern, but she kept moving, sauntering over to the ship.

“i wanted to thank you for your help,” din’s tone is nearly monotone, yet, you can sense an inflection of gratitude.

“it wasn’t a problem,” mayfield dips his head.

“i never realized that you were such a good shot,” cara chuckles.

“oh, you saw that?” mayfield’s eyes widen, lips curling into a cheeky grin, “what happened back there was from a lot of pent up stuff. besides, don’t you have to arrest me or something? you guys got a kid to save.”

“not any kid,” cara cuts in, motioning her head towards din, “his kid.”

“well no shit officer,” mayfield rolls his eyes, droning on, “good luck, and i mean that.”

“you know,” cara swivels on her heel, folding her arms across her chest, “it’s a real shame that the prisoner died in that explosion.”

in an instant, you notice the way mayfield’s entire demeanor shifts. his lips part, the smile broadening, “w-what? what are you talking about?”

“yeah,” din adds, placing a hand on mayfield’s shoulder, “what a shame.”

mayfield gives the three of you once last look of gratitude, cara clearing her throat, “so, what’s our next move?”

din exhales, “we move forward.”

within minutes, boba is punching in coordinates to your next destination. however, something about the aura that filled the air told you that you were not traveling for grogu quite yet. the air was still, almost stagnant, nowhere near the static, adrenaline-inducing battle preparation you were used to. the tiny ship was quiet, the hum of the engine white noise in your ears.

it feel as if there were just a few more loose ends to tie up. a few more pit-stops.

the quiet before the storm.

din was in close proximity, one hand on your thigh, the other resting on his helmet. fennec sat in the cockpit with boba, filling him in on the run-in while cara joined them, providing you and din with a little bit of privacy.

which, you already knew what happened. there was almost nothing to say.

“you’re quiet.”

his voice, so calm and cool, brings you to reality, away from the thoughts tormenting your mind.

“it’s been a long day,” the words were nearly silent, barely a mumble.

din coughs, hand squeezing your thigh, “you don’t have to lie to me.”

“mayfield said something,” it takes everything in you to keep your eyes off him, to keep staring at the metallic floor, “it just rubbed me the wrong way.”

“what did he say?”

you bite your lip, formulating some sort of way to say it. to say what you want to say without sounding selfish.

“um,” you inhale sharply, “he said you were good-looking. and that i was lucky to have a man like you.”

you stiffen as din chuckles. yet, it’s strained, almost forced, “did you believe it?”

“i don’t think he’s a liar.”

“he’s a--”

“was there a mishap back there? did something happen that no one else is supposed to be aware of?”

tears brim your lids, shame burning through you. maker, were you so selfish for this. for accusing din of abandoning a creed he’d known his whole life. the hand slides off your thigh, settling on his own lap.

silence overcomes the space, eerie and unforgiving.

there’s a clink of beskar as din leans his head back, his posture so painfully still.

“there was a mishap. things weren’t going as planned. i had to--”

“you don’t have to continue,” you shake your head, “i knew it the moment mayfield let it slip. i can’t imagine how awful that was.”

“i’m surprised you’re taking it so well,” his voice is hushed, “you’ve been begging me for months to see one glimpse of my face. just one. yet, it was a necessary cause. it was so that they could get a scan of my face, for the coordinates.”

“so the imperials know what you look like too?” a single tear rolls down your cheek, splattering on the fabric of your trousers.

“i’m not sure about that one.”

“i see,” you whisper, shifting away from din.

“hey,” his hand hovers above your knee, “you can tell me how frustrated you are about this. i know it’s a sensitive subject between us. if anything, i wish it was you in there with me. but it was just the cards we were dealt, okay? there was nothing i could do.”

lifting your head, eyes connect with the inky black visor, “were you scared?”

“terrified.”

there was something about his voice, how it seemed so broken and vulnerable. this was a man donned in one of the most resilient, most strong material of the galaxy, who was stripped away of his familiarity, a simple, three-word creed that had shaped his entire existence.

your heart shatters at the mere thought of how utterly terrified din must had been, how he flinched when the imperials spoke to him. how his eyes probably darted between mayfield and the nearest exit, desperate and guilty.

a way out. a way of the gut-wrenching feeling that was threatening to consume him whole.

yet, din sacrificed those mere minutes of vulnerability in order to save his child. grogu, the tiny creature who he had grown an immense attachment to.

and maker, how you loved din immensely for making that sacrifice.

leaning forward you press your forward, nearly flinching at the cool sensation, “i’m sorry.”

a hand cups the back of your skull, “you don’t have to be sorry.”

“i just can’t even imagine how surreal it all felt to show your face in front of--”

“it’s over now,” he murmurs, “it was nothing compared to the fear that consumed me when i left you with grogu at those rocks. i thought they took you too. i was petrified, cyar’ika, absolutely petrified.”

“they still have him, ya know,” your lashes flutter as you let out a shaky breath, “we still have a long road ahead of us, din.”

“i know, and as long as i have you by my side, i know i can do anything.”

#mandalorian #the mandalorian #din djarin #star wars #star wars x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #mando #angst

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saturngrqy · 3 years

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Hello!! I hope you’re well💓 could i request a blurb of reader getting surprised by Grayson’s love confession because they thought he had a type and would never date them? thank you in advance!!💓

this is hella long and took a turn, sorry if it’s not exactly what u want i got a little off track LMAO

Grayson was universally known or being the type to sleep with many girls. This included mainly white, skinny models. You were friends with him and Ethan for a while, and you definitely had feelings for him that were more than friendly.

You comforted him through every nasty breakup, and you quickly became best friends. You were always there for him, and was for you as well.

Although all you wanted was for him to be happy, every time he told you about his new girlfriend or hookup, a piece of your heart broke. Nearly always they were another social media influencer, and they were all beyond gorgeous.

You hated feeling insecure, but every time you compared yourself to those girls, the self-consciousness overwhelmed you.

You had little experience with dating compared to him, but you had your fair share of boyfriends here and there. Every time you got into a new relationship, Grayson always tried to interject. He was oddly possessive over you, and after a while you just stopped telling him if you were going on a date to prevent his endless lectures about why you were to good for the men you were seeing.

It pissed you off deeply, considering you always supported him in his dating life no matter how problematic the girl seemed.

The girls he dated were typically somewhat rude to you; you understood that it was probably suspicious that you two were so close, but you knew the chances of Grayson ever liking you like that were slim to none.

Part of that was due to how different you were than his ‘type’. You were middle- eastern, short, and more curvy. Any time you said anything self- depricating towards your appearance, Grayson assured you you were nothing short of beautiful. Sometimes, it was just really hard for you to believe him when he said that.

You were about to head out to go to lunch with a guy you met online. You had been messaging back and forth when he finally asked you out. You agreed excitedly, hoping that you would finally find the right person for you.

Of course, Grayson was oblivious to your plans, and you were planning to keep it that way.

However, fate had other ideas when you left your phone on the counter to quickly run to bathroom.

Grayson walked to sit down in the chairs at the kitchen island. When he pushed the chair out, your phone screen lit up with a new message. He hesitated before reaching for it. He immediately frowned, reading the text.

Alex

Excited for tonight! Can’t wait to finally meet you :)

Grayson stared at the screen confused, wondering who Alex was. Just then, you sighed, rushing back into the kitchen to grab your phone, stopping when you saw him holding it.

“Who’s Alex?” He asked, laughing.

“Uh.” you began, “He’s a guy that I met, we’re going out to lunch. I must have forgotten to tell you,” you chuckled awkwardly, trying to cover up the fact that you did not forget to tell him, and rather that you were trying to hide it from him.

“Oh,” he said solemnly. You rolled your eyes.

“Save it, Grayson, I’m going,” you spoke, snatching your phone from his hands.

“Wait,” he interrupted, using his forearm to block the door, preventing you from exiting. You glared at him and inhaled sharply.

“Grayson, please, I really have to go, okay?”

“At least let me pick you up,” he tried to negotiate.

“Gray, how do you think it would look if he saw you picking me up from my date,” you laughed.

“Just say it’s an uber,” he reasoned.

“No. I’m leaving, I’ll see you later,” you demanded, finally leaving the house.

You shivered, rubbing your arms up and down to create warmth. You checked your phone.

2:45 p.m.

Alex was supposed to arrive at 1:45. You exhaled, going to your contacts to call Grayson, grimacing as you pressed on his number. You knew he was going to use this as an example in the future as to why you should listen to him when he tells you not to go on dates.

“Hello?” He answered, and his tone was surprisingly apologetic, completely opposite of the smug voice you expected him to have.

“Um, he never came,” you whispered.

“Are you kidding me?” He groaned. “What a fucking asshole,”

“Uh- yeah. Can you just pick me up please?” You said on the verge of tears. It was silent for a moment.

“Yeah, I got you Y/n,” he said sternly.

“Thank you,” you said.

“You know I always will be here for you. I’m already on the way, text me the location. I’ll get there as soon as possible,”

“Ok. Bye,” you gulped, hitting decline. You sent him the address of the restaurant, sitting down at a bench nearby on the sidewalk.

He arrived no later than five minutes, immediately jumping out and rushing towards you. He had his Kid Cudi sweatshirt in his hand, throwing it to you as he stood, waiting for you to put it on and gather your stuff. You got up and walked to the passenger door, getting in and shutting it behind you.

You both sat in silence, waiting for each other to say something.

You choked. “God, I feel so pathetic.” The tears started to freely stream down your face.

Grayson scoffed. “You need to stop feeling bad for yourself. He’s a piece of shit. I hate when you let yourself get walked all over by these stupid guys. You’re an amazing girl, I don’t know how they can’t see that.”

The last line struck a nerve, and your crying worsened, now graduating to full on sobs.

“If I’m so amazing, why don’t you ever choose me,” you spoke quietly.

“What?” He looked up, shocked.

“You always say that I’m a great girl and any guy would be lucky to have me but the only guy I want is you. I only ever talk to guys because I’m trying to get over you,” you explained. “I mean, do you even understand how exhausting it is to sit back and watch you fall in love over and over again? While I sit on the sidelines and comfort you when you get fucked over? I’m sick of it, Grayson. I’m sick of always being the second choice. I don’t even know why I keep waiting, you’ll never choose me. Look at me,” you cried, gesturing to your body.

Grayson stared at you with his mouth open. He gulped, looking out the window to his left. He turned back to you, grabbing your hand.

“Listen to me, Y/n,” he began. “You have no idea how unbelievably in love with you I am. If I knew that was how you felt you absolutely would have been my first choice, and I am so fucking sorry for making you feel any less than that. I talked to all those girls to get over you as well,”

“Really?” You said, gazing back up at him. “You really like me like that?

He looked at you puzzlingly. “Of course. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,”

You smiled softly, squeezing his hand. You two remained eye contact until he finally leaned in, softly pressing his lips to yours. You kissed back gently, and he pulled away after.

He grasped your arm, bringing it into him as he engulfed you into a firm hug.

“I choose you, Y/n Y/l/n.”

#grayson fic #grayson dolan #grayson and ethan #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan fanfic #ethan dolan #dolan twins #g blurb #my writing

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sevlgi · 3 years

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first of all- congrats on 1.5k !! u completely deserve it ur such an amazing writer i love ur work. could i request a sana (twice) angsty drabble for ur 1.5k blurbs celebration- non idol au, u have full creative control bestie. no worries if u don’t want to, thank u anyway <3

1.5k blurbs!

notes: ... i'm sorry

word count: 479

When it came to love, your philosophy was always that flowers wilt too quickly.

As beautiful as they look, and as sweet as they smell, the original excitement you get when you receive a bouquet fades within a week, as soon as the first petals curl up gray. And in your head, love is the same situation; why would you waste your time and energy on something that has to end?

It's just your luck that your best friend is nothing short of a hopeless romantic, and she's absolutely in love with you.

Sana doesn't know that you know. It hurts you to see her feelings for you barely concealed by her smile, to know that you don't want to, aren't willing to, reciprocate that love. All you can hope is that she'll never act on it, but even you know that peace never lasts forever.

And so, when a bouquet of bright red roses is shoved into your face, your heart sinks. "For you," Sana smiles.

You accept them gingerly. "Oh. Thank you. You know I don't buy flowers, right?"

"I do, but I believe that beauty is beauty, no matter how long it lasts." She sits down, watching you turn the bouquet over in your hands. "Y/N--"

"Please don't say it," you interrupt her, barely daring to meet her eyes. "Sana..."

She hangs her head, eyes dropping to the table. "You already knew," she whispers.

"Yeah."

"And you didn't act on it."

You can only shake your head. "I'm really sorry. I wished that it would dissipate," you mumble.

Sana bites her lip, and her voice is oh-so-bitter when she asks you, "Did you really think it would be that easy? For either of us? I wished it would dissipate, too, I never wanted it to be you."

Anger riles up in you then, even though it's tinged with guilt. "What's that supposed to mean?" you defend yourself.

"Would you want to be head-over-heels for someone who will never love you back?" Sana questions. She sniffles, and rubs the back of her hand over her nose while avoiding your gaze. "I just... I love everything about you, and I know we would be perfect--"

"No, don't. Stop it," you plead, holding your hand up. "Please don't tell me all of that, it'll only make me feel worse to know that you've thought about it. Can't... can't we just be friends? Please?"

It takes a moment for your best friend to shake her head. "I don't think we can," she says, and Sana sounds completely broken-hearted.

Tears are falling for the both of you, but you aren't sure if the salt burns her as much as it does you. Your forehead hits your hands, but tears keep leaking through your fingers as you say again, "I'm sorry."

By the time you dare to peek, Sana is long gone.

#merle's 1.5k #twice #twice x reader #sana x reader #twice imagines #twice scenarios #sana imagines #sana scenarios #twice reactions #sana #minatozaki sana #twice sana #sana icons #twice icons #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #girl group reactions

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endlessymphony · 3 years

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🧸 Congrats on 50! It is very much so deserved and so are all the future followers! If it’s not too much could I request a fluffy blurb with the one and only Remus Lupin, like a classic friends to lovers awkward and sweet first date shenanigans? Ilyyyy

thank u my beloved anon! <3

i think i’m in love with you. (pt. 1???)

pairing - remus lupin x reader

summary - the good ol’ best friends to lovers trope

warnings - cussing, lots of awkwardness, mentions of underage drinking

a/n - this is vaguely inspired by my ‘you are the kind of boy that they write love songs about.’ spotify playlist— because it’s adorable + has the same vibe

a/n continued; pls let me know if you guys want me to continue this fic to include the date! i honestly think this is just so sweet and cute, and would love to hear some feedback about it :) (might make it a two parter if y’all like it enough!!)

you and remus had been friends since fourth year, and while it wasn’t quite the ‘perfect’ first impression that brought you together, recalling the memory makes you smile nonetheless. most would claim that first impressions are truly everything, but you would beg to differ- seeing as being drenched in pumpkin juice by a very apologetic and slightly aloof boy has now led to one of the best friendships you’ve ever had.

tonight was just an average friday night in the gryffindor dorms as the marauders were hosting their usual ‘study’ night; obviously there was lots of chatter and laughter with an absence of any real studying happening, the name only aided in the fight against being caught by any teachers.

you and remus had claimed the couch whilst lily, james and sirius were scattered about the floor, peter sitting in a chair beside the couch.

glasses in hand, you were all slightly tipsy off of combinations of muggle alcohol that sirius managed to get his hands on, chests feeling as if they were alight. your skin tingled, brain and tongue feeling fuzzy as you laughed along with the others about something that james said.

you looked over at remus and caught him staring at you, you made brief eye contact before he looked away, a bit shy, but you giggled at decided to brush it off.

“you guys will never guess what i got for us tonight.” sirius started, legs slightly wobbly as he stood up. he reached into his pocket and retrieved a vial of veritaserum, “what better way to play truth or dare... then with some of this?”

you all looked around at each-other skeptically, knowing all about what that tiny vial can do to friendships, relationships, and your head. “i say we do it.” james pipes up, a smirk coming to his face. “...unless any of you have something to hide.” he turns to look at you and remus, raising his eyebrows a bit. you and remus turned to look at once another, cheeks darkening as your faces start to heat up. you look away quickly and try to ignore it, again.

ignore that feeling pooling in your stomach. the way your heart begins to flutter when you lock gazes. no, it can’t mean anything, right?

you all eventually give in to sirius’ antics, passing around the vial- everyone taking a shot. you’re the one to finish off the potion, it was an odd taste, your face contorting as you swallow it. not sweet, but not bitter, but also not sour- somehow all three combined to be one of the weirdest things you’ve ever tasted.

you place the glass vial down on the table in front of you, everyone waiting for the potion to take its effect. you sipped on your drink as you waited, hoping the taste of whatever lily mixed up would wash away the taste of the veritaserum.

and soon enough the ‘truth’ serum, as its called, began to work its magic on the rest of the group and yourself. your thoughts began to run- what if i mention the way that remus makes me feel? no, y/n, we’re not doing that tonight, plus no one will ask about it anyways. well, you spoke-thought too soon. everyone knew in some way or another that you and remus each had a thing for one another, so why not play on it when you’re both forced to tell the truth?

lily turned to the two of you with a wicked grin, just finishing up her dare, which you had missed due to the fact that you were consumed by your thoughts. her voice snapped you out of the haze, “so, y/n, truth or dare?” she drawled. both were terrible options. you knew that if you chose dare, you would end up licking someone’s foot or running down the corridor topless. but! truth was all the more terrifying. though, you suppose it’s the lesser embarrassing one of the two.

“truth.” you responded flatly, mumbling under your breath begging the universe to not mention remus. “what’s going on with you and remus, hm? do you like each-other?” her eyes glinted mischievously as she swirled the remnants of the drink in her hand around her cup. you wanted to say ‘nothing!’ but that wasn’t happening, mouth going before mind.

“i think he’s cute, and he gives me this weird butterfly feeling in my chest and sometimes talking to him makes me feel nauseous because i’m so nervous, maybe i think i’m in love with him.” you slapped your hand over your mouth to stop what felt like a stream of verbal diarrhea, eyes widening at what you just said. “shit, fuck. remus, i’m so sorry.” you said turning to him as you stood up.

you could almost cry from the embarrassment, well, that’s what you were doing as you speed walked back to your dorm. you couldn’t stay there, not after that, and you definitely couldn’t face remus. you just told your best friend you were in love with him, for merlins sake! if that wasn’t going to ruin the friendship- no, don’t even go there. that will ruin the friendship.

you launched yourself onto your bed, door shutting behind you. burying your head in the pillows, you just wished the mattress would swallow you so that you didn’t have to face reality. tears were scarce by this point, most of them streaming down your cheeks as you sped away into the hall.

remus was still sitting in the common room, dumbfounded. “shit.” he mumbled, mind completely scattered after your turn. james and sirius turned to him, sympathetically, well as sympathetically as they could until sirius cocked an eyebrow and started to muse, “you gonna go get them lover-boy?”

“yeah-“ he smoothed his hands on his sweater, “i am.” remus stood up and took after you, knowing that you always holed yourself up in your dorm whenever anything upset you. ‘they’re bound to be wrapped in blankets, face in the pillows’ he thought.

and that’s how you were exactly. wrapped in a crocheted blanket, face in the pillows. you didn’t know if you wanted to scream, or cry, or just run away and get a new identity and start a new life at beauxbatons or something as a transfer student.

remus reached your dorm, fist quivering as he started to knock on your door. “y/n.” he called, voice wavering. you sat up, “the doors open, rem.” he peeked in, a goofy grin coming to his face. “there you are.” he chimed, closing the door behind him as he walked in, sitting on your bed beside you.

“you always do that, y’know? whenever you’re upset or embarrassed, you always wrap yourself in that blanket and lay face down. sometimes you scream, or cry, or just end up taking a nap.” he chuckles lightly. “i hope you don’t feel bad about earlier.” remus stares at his feet, tapping one against the hardwood flooring. “i just don’t wanna ruin our friendship with my stupid crush.” you admit, feeling defeated, but he chuckles again.

you turn to look at him and cock your head, “what’s so funny?” you feel even worse, is he mocking you right now? laughing in your face? ouch- remus you absolute douchebag.

but it’s none of that, “well, y/n, to put it plainly, i think i’m in love with you too.” he stops his foot, looking up at you. your eyes meet, hearts both racing. “oh.” is all you can manage. his eyes dart back to the floor, “would, uh” he clears his throat slightly, “could i kiss you? maybe? would that be okay?” remus’ face starts to turn pink, a colour that you always thought complimented him quite well.

“yeah. that would be fine.” you replied, breathlessly. him saying that completely winded you. he gently placed his pointer finger under your chin, thumb bumping against your bottom lip as he leaned in. your eyes fluttered shut as you met him in the middle, lips brushing. it took everything in you not to just die then and there.

you bumped noses a few times throughout the kiss, giggles filling the room as you both pulled away- feeling the same breathless feeling once more. “so, this isn’t gonna ruin our friendship, right?” you asked, a smile playing on your lips. “of course not, if anything, now i just want you to be my best-friend AND my partner.”

“that would be lovely, rem.” you smiled even wider, pulling him in for another kiss.

maybe this whole awkward and messy confession wasn’t as bad as you thought.

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moonchildstyles · 3 years

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would u do a blurb about aster Harry getting sort of bashful about his girl? i feel like hed still want to seem so brooding but Sarah and them would def poke fun at him for being such a simp.

yeah they def do like tease him a little !!!! like maybe everyone is all hanging out like normal like maybe they had gone to dinner and h was being his normal sweet self, constantly whispering to her when he was supposed to be listening to something Mitch was saying or maybe Sarah and y/n were talking but he just...can’t help himself and he keeps trying to distract her and get kisses in between bites of food or hes just like kind of poking at her side under the table to get her giggly and squirmy and hes just...being so cute and he knows hes being pretty obvious but he doesn’t care even when they can hear him call her angel and all of his little names for her and eventually she gets up to go to the bathroom or something and once he’s alone w everyone he just...keeps to himself like he does and no one really says anything until Mitch and Sarah start like exaggeratedly doing all the little things they were doing like calling each other angel and loudly “whispering” I love yous and being all giggly and lovey like h had been with his girl and he just gets a little huffy and leans back in his seat with his arms over his chest and they all like just laugh a little at him and he just rolls his eyes and “she likes when I do that stuff leave me alone!” and Mitch just smiles and nods like “yeah yeah its all just for her bc shes the only one that likes it” and h is just huffy and broody and then Sarah pipes up like “so is it true that you don’t let y/n leave for class without kissing at least eight times to ‘make up for every hour youre apart’?” putting air quotes around what y/n had told her and harry just kind of curls into himself like all broody and “annoyed” like “she’s not supposed to tell u stuff like that” and then Adam speaks up like “we just think its cute h seeing u all loved up and everything esp w such a nice girl” and everyone all agrees but he knows they’re never going to stop teasing him over this stuff and he just kinda sighs and relaxes a bit and is like “just...please don’t say anything about it when she comes back she...she’s still shy about all of this and it'll embarrass her” and before anyone can say anything back shes sitting down again and is like “what will embarrass who????” and h just immediately melts back into himself now that shes back and is quick to reach for her hand under the table and kisses her cheek and is like “its nothing love, just someone from work” and she nods her head and keeps eating and now everytime h is all lovey and affectionate with her he can see Mitch and Sarah just storing it all away to tease him over later but...he doesn’t really mind bc he loves being soft with her like that and nothing really matters🥺

#I do want to add something like this into a blurb I just really love this idea #anon #ask #concept #im trying to answer some of these in between writing my next blurb !!!!

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honeysidesarchived · 3 years

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“it was open and i read it.” + two and a half vampires xx

well, stella, we did it. the girls are on main fr (i mean there's like a moodboard but still). trying to get back in the swing of writing things after digging myself into and out of the trenches with a lil blurb on the girls (also world building???? in a skyrim oneshot??? more likely than you'd think). every time i have to put the skyrim kids on main i get a gray hair.

ily thank u for this prompt, i hope it does them justice. <3 ofc, lavinia belongs to stella!

i. omen ✤ astraia volos/lavinia/serana

"it was open and i read it" + two and a half vampires, or: lavinia sticking her nose in her wife's business

words: 1.1k

warnings: none, aside from the fact that daddy volos sucks (i.e. threats of murder and whatnot) not to be forgotten are astraia's inability to access her emotions at any time, ever, and serana and lavinia teaming up. par for the course with them i think. no proofreading we die like men

“who’s aseri?”

the name sends an unpleasant jolt down astraia’s spine. an instinctual sour flavor floods her mouth; a pavlovian response, something close to what she thinks hysteria would taste washing over her senses.

abruptly, the dark elf straightens from the table she'd been bent over to rifle through her bag. lavinia is standing just there, at the writing desk, holding the offending letter in her hand like nothing is wrong.

"why are you going through my things?" she demands, reaching for the letter. lavinia's hand darts out of reach, ducking the letter behind her back.

"it's not going through your things if you've laid it out just bloody like that," lavinia defends. "it was open and i read it."

"it wasn't for you," astraia snips, reaching around lavinia again, only for the letter to once more evade her grasp. she's got, perhaps, a solid foot and a hundred pounds on lavinia; there's no reason she shouldn't be able to just wrench it out of her grasp, but more often than not, astraia herself feels like a bull around lavinia, trying desperately not to crash blindly into her and crush her. the result is that she can't just brute force her way into getting the letter back (unfortunately).

lavinia skirts the edge of the bed--a skimpy, straw-ridden thing draped in limp furs, what astraia absently thinks is a poor comparison to the price they've paid for this room--around to the other side, keeping it firmly between them.

"so, who are they?" she prompts again, waving the letter. "a sibling? an old lover, perhaps? they like to call you my astraia--"

"lavinia," astraia growls, planting one foot on the edge of the bed. "reconsider yourself."

"i've done it a great many times already, i think i'm quite darling the way i am." lavinia eyes her for a moment, coy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "i just want to know you, straia, you're like a little lock box. a big, muscular--well, what are you climbing on the bed for?"

lavinia shrieks, perhaps in delight or perhaps in panic when astraia closes the distance between them by stepping up onto the bed, hooking one arm around the brunette's waist to keep her in place and lift her. she's still managing to keep the letter just out of reach. not for long, astraia thinks, the lenght of her arm quickly overtaking lavinia's.

"stop squirming," she hisses, "and give me the fucking letter."

"only if you tell me--"

"what's going on?"

it's serana's voice that stills them. she's standing in the doorway, luminous, tawny eyes regarding them with a look of what she thinks might be confusion or amusement (or both).

"i just paid the innkeep," she says by way of explanation, "and you two are...horsing around?"

lavinia blinks at their wife, opening her mouth to say something, and astraia takes the opportunity to snatch the letter out of her hand and then drop her unceremoniously on the bed. she hops down onto the floor with a solid thump.

"took my letter," astraia says briskly. "being a brat about it."

"astraia has a secret pen pal and won't tell me who it is," liv interjects. "i told her i just want to know more about her, is all."

serana looks at astraia. "you have a pen pal?" she sounds dubious.

"they're not a pen pal." astraia crumples the letter in her fist and drops it onto the floor.

lavinia hms from the bed, smoothing hair from her face. "not with that attitude, they won't be." she reaches over the edge of the bed, fingertips brushing the letter.

"they're my father."

silence sits for a second between the three of them. astraia resumes her bag-digging, and she knows without looking that serana and liv are exchanging looks. the look, specifically: the one they share when they have concern for her, but they don't know how to say it. she would prefer they say nothing at all.

"straia," lavinia begins, her voice saccharine--the way she sounds before she's about to ask for something she knows astraia will say no to.

"no," astraia says flatly.

"you don't have to talk about it," serana tacks on. "we just think that maybe--"

"--if you wanted to," liv adds, "--you could, and we would just listen--"

"you are incapable of shutting up," astraia replies, deadpan, as she points at lavinia, and then serana. "and you listen far too well. i want someone who will listen and then forget about it entirely."

they exchange the look again. astraia feels her lip curl.

"stop that," she grinds out. "stop--doing that thing where you telepathically communicate to each other."

"we love you," serana points out gently. "and we want you to be happy."

laboriously, astraia replies, "i am happy."

"very convincing," lavinia intones.

she shoots the brunette a look before she turns back to the bag. everything is in its place, of course, just as it should be, but the ritual of double and triple-checking is one of the few things that brings her comfort nowadays. lavinia has given up her efforts to fetch the letter from the floor without moving from the bed, and serana closes the door behind her, setting her own bag on the nearby dresser.

"this bed is way too small," is what serana says after a moment, and the words give astraia a breath of relief; for now, she will think nothing else of the letter.

i will find you, my astraia.

she will think nothing else of the letter.

lavinia says, "it's not too small--astraia always sleeps on her side, all hunched up, you know? it'll be fine."

i will find you, and those monstrous pets you call your companions.

she will think nothing else of the letter.

"you say that," serana teases, her voice glimmering with amusement, "until you're whining that she's not cuddling you, keeping you warm."

and i will kill the whole lot of you.

"throw that letter away," astraia says over her shoulder. "in the fireplace, lavinia. and be quick about it. i want to get to the market before it gets dark."

lavinia crinkles her nose, having just snapped it up from the floor in her elegant fingers. "it's always dark in windhelm."

"i mean it."

"fine," she sighs dramatically, forlorn as she tosses it into the fire. "are you going to buy me something nice?"

"no."

serana clicks her tongue.

"maybe," astraia amends. "if you're good."

"i can be very well-behaved," lavinia replies delightedly. "especially when it means not spending money on myself."

the woman chatters happily, serana trailing her out of the room as astraia slings her bag over her shoulder and watches the edges of the letter flaking into charcoal. she's not surprised that her father's decided to hunt her down, she supposes; only that it's taken this long.

"my love?" serana's voice drifts from the doorway; she's backtracked, watching her inquisitively. "you are alright, aren't you?"

astraia turns away from the fireplace and to the black-haired woman, shrugging.

"never better."

#my writing #skyrim oc #x: two and a half vampires #c: astraia volos #oc: lavinia #c: serana #sorry i just wrote this in an absolute haze #they are so cute im--#sdfjhdbfj #I KNOW THIS AIN'T THE CONTENT YALL FOLLOWED ME FOR BUT IT GIVES ME DOPAMINE

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