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some-bunniii · 2 months

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Consoling Lucifer on Charlie’s first day of school

・❥ Charlie’s growing up, and Lucifer isn’t taking it well. Luckily, you’re there to keep the King of Hell standing on two feet.

x: just a short fic about a super soft lucifer who loves his daughter, i had some fun with this haha. reader is g/n and also has a parental role. no use of y/n.

~ 1.5k words

warning: tooth-rotting parental love

“Are you crying, Daddy?” The tiny apple-cheeked figure asked, her head tilted curiously up towards the almost identical-looking porcelain face standing a few feet away from her, his hand over his eyes as he rubbed at them feverishly.

“No,” He lied, his lips curved into a tight-lipped smile as he bit back tears, “It’s just allergies, Apple Pie.”

Lucifer’s eyes trailed back onto the poofy red dress Charlie wore. The intricate, black lines and little hearts woven into its soft fabric made her even more adorable in the outfit. She also sported snow-white stockings, and a pair of sparkly red shoes that glinted in the light as Charlie smiled giddily, excited about the new adventure.

A small red bowtie was nestled into her hair, which was styled in a large braid that ended at the middle of her back. It swayed softly as the young girl bounced in place, becoming antsy by the second.

You stood right beside him, smiling happily at Charlie as she looked up at the two of you. It was you who had gotten her ready, no doubt did you think she looked like a beautiful little princess. However, you were not expecting such an emotional reaction from your husband, Lucifer Morningstar, when you presented her outfit to him.

It was Charlie’s first day of lessons, which means—in Lucifer’s opinion—she was finally leaving the nest. Except for the fact she was still considered just a youngling when it came to being Hellborn, and Charlie still needed her father to read her a story every night before bed. She still has trouble reaching items on the counter, and remembering all the letters of the alphabet. She was far from flying off on her own, she was still her father’s little duckling.

He was already nervous the days leading up to this morning, and you had watched him flip through baby book after baby book. Each contains hundreds of photos depicting from when Charlie was a newborn, and through last Sunday.

Whenever Charlie so much and breathed cutely, Lucifer was pulling out that camera and saving it for the album. Especially when he got a hold of a yellow duck onesie? The man was a goner, and the bookshelf was beginning to fill with rows of binders filled with polaroids.

Yesterday, you had been in the process of cleaning out a closet of rarely used items, when you stumbled upon a pair of Charlie’s old baby boots.

Lucifer had just walked into the room when his eyes landed on the tiny boots. They obviously wouldn’t fit the girl now, as she had grown out of them long ago. It definitely stirred something inside the fallen angel when his lip began to quiver from the doorway, and slowly walked over to you sitting on the edge of the bed.

He took the boots from your hands, his thumb brushing softly over the small velcro straps. Charlie was old enough to start wearing laces, and she needed his help getting tying her shoes less and less as the months went by. That thought made him collapse onto you, tears brimming his eyes.

“She had such adorable little feet!” Lucifer wailed in your lap, as you soothingly petted his hair. There were multiple photos in his hands, all of baby Charlie, “Her toes just don’t look like little sausages anymore, it’s not as cute!”

“At least she’s not a hobbit,” you replied, brushing a stray tear from his face.

“I don’t even know what that means!” He had sobbed.

It wasn’t like she was going off to college or anything, yet the way Lucifer clutched her baby blanket in his free hand—which she only stopped sleeping with 2 days ago—made it seem like the girl was not coming back from a few hours of teachings.

“I packed you some snacks. Apple slices, and some funnel cake. Eat the fruit first, it’s healthy for you. Want to grow up big and strong, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh!” Charlie nodded with enthusiasm, smiling brightly.

“That’s my girl,” Lucifer choked back tears, nodding approvingly.

“Honey, she’s going to be late, hurry up and say goodbye,” you prodded gently, smiling warmly with clasped hands. You had been silently on standby, this was a much more emotional moment for Lucifer than you, he needed the space and time with his munchkin.

“You’re right, you’re right,” he growled softly at himself, “look at me, all worked up over nothing. What a joke of a King.”

Lucifer lowered himself to one knee and reached out a hand, and Charlie walked forward returning the touch. Her tiny hands were engulfed in his palm as he curled his fingers tenderly around them. The fallen angel met his daughter's gaze, before taking a deep breath.

“I love you, Charlie.”

“I love you too, Daddy,” Charlie laughed, before leaping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck. Lucifer pulled her in, nuzzling into her hair as she squeezed him tightly.

Even if Charlie grew apart from her father as she got older, you’d know she’d always be a daddy’s girl. It was Lucifer whom she invited for tea time among her stuffed animals, and it was he she asked to dance with when the radio’s soft melodies filled the lounge during the evenings as the three of you relaxed by the warm fireplace.

It made your heart flutter with how similar the two were, and the way Lucifer fawned over Charlie like he’d never seen a more beautiful soul.

“My best creation,” he had whispered with a smile one night, while the two of you were sitting on the balcony, the alcohol buzzing inside your mind as you held his hand from across the small table. Those words had made your love for him continue to grow, if that were even possible in the first place.

Lucifer and Charlie stayed locked in an embrace for a few moments on the floor before the girl released him, and Lucifer’s arms slowly lowered from her abdomen as she took a few steps back towards the door.

“Go on, now! Don’t let me keep you waiting, just remember to crush it.” Lucifer waved his daughter off, and she jumped with joy.

“Okay! Bye, Daddy!” Charlie giggled, her little red dress bouncing along with her toes as she quickly turned away towards the open door of her room.

“Have fun, Charlie!” You called after her, as Lucifer slowly rose from his position near the floor.

“I will! Bye!” She replied, running down the hall, her little bag bouncing in her hands as she scampered away to…

…her private tutor’s small classroom at the end of the long hallway. The three of you had been wishing the girl farewell in her large bedroom inside the family manor, which meant Charlie’s teaching wasn't even outside of the home.

That made Lucifer’s reaction even more humorous, but it was also incredibly sweet. The ruler of Hell, a nasty, bitter place, was a cinnamon roll behind the bad-boy act that he played so well in front of the rest of the realm.

When Lucifer stood straight again, you turned your head to face him. The sight before you caused you to clamp your lips shut tight, trying to suppress your laughter at Lucifer’s disheveled figure.

His hair looked messier than before he had said goodbye, and his face was soaked with tears. Lucifer’s lip quivered, and he quickly averted his gaze, slamming his hand over his face to contain his quiet sobs. The man was practically in shambles.

“What’s wrong with me?” He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, “I can’t control my emotions when it comes to Charlie.”

“Sorry to break it to you, Your Highness, but you’re in love,” you cooed, shaking your head with a smile as Lucifer sniffled beside you. He pulled a hand-embroidered handkerchief from his waistcoat, dabbing underneath his eyes to clean the fresh tears.

“Come on, Lou. How about I make you some pancakes for breakfast?” You said softly, lacing your fingers with his as you tugged him towards the opposite end of the hall.

“Really?” He sniffled, looking at you with glistening eyes.

“Mhmm,” your hands lifted to cup his face, tenderly squishing those small red spots as you replied with a honeyed tone, “Heaven knows how the ‘Big Boss of Hell’ can be such a softy. Don’t worry, Charlie will be back by lunchtime, and maybe we’ll go on a picnic, hm?”

Your free hand went up toward the fallen angel’s head, and your nails softly grazed his scalp as you pulled his hair back into a more uniform appearance. After fussing with it for a moment, you leaned in and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

“A picnic sounds nice, I have no idea how you always have a remedy to everything,” He said softly as you pulled away, an adoring smile on his lips as you turned to tug him down the hall.

“Years of practice,” you laughed, as the two of you walked towards the large kitchen, passing loving glances between the other.

At least, with Charlie away for a few hours, you and your husband could get some alone time together. God knows the poor man needed it.

lucifer is just so soft for his little princess whether it’s beating the shit out of adam or playing tea party it makes me just 🤭🥴 like damn

hope you enjoyed the lil snack, have a great day! 🤍

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woso-dreamzzz · 5 months

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Shirt Swap IV

Pernille Harder x Child!Reader

Keira Walsh x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You finally meet Keira Walsh

You've spent the weeks running up to the group stages of the World Cup with the Swedish girls - for one of the first times in your life - but you flip flop between Morsa and Momma when you want to.

This is one of those times.

Momma's been put into a group with England, meaning Leah's team, meaning Keira Walsh.

It was a struggle this morning for Momma to put you in her Denmark shirt instead of a Keira Walsh England one.

Your Denmark loses and, even worse, Keira Walsh goes off injured. Your grandparents cover your eyes when it happens so you don't see her get stretchered off but you remain antsy the entire match afterwards, especially when Momma gets into a few scrapes herself.

You're allowed out of the box and onto the pitch when it's over and you tentatively approach Momma, pulling on her shorts.

"Does this mean Denmark stops playing?" You ask, biting at your lip.

"No, princesse," Momma says," So long as we win our next match, we can finish second in the table and get through to the knockouts."

You nod, pulling at your jersey. "So you're not too sad?"

"Only a little sad," She confirms, taking your hand with a smile," Come on, princesse, I think Rikke has some skildpadder just for you waiting in the locker room. How about we go eat our feelings?"

You smile as Momma brings you into the tunnel. "Morsa says that's unhealthy."

Momma winks. "I won't tell if you don't."

You giggle and nod, holding Momma's hand tightly just in case she really is upset about the loss and needs comfort.

"Luce!" Someone from the England side snaps," I can walk!"

"You're on crutches!"

"Yes! And I can walk!"

Momma seems a bit confused at the upset and hurries you along a bit quicker, hand moving to your shoulder to force you ahead of her and further down to the Denmark changing rooms.

"Hey! Wait! Harder, wait up!"

Momma stops, shoving you behind her a little bit. When you peer out from behind her legs, Keira Walsh is standing there. She's on crutches and looks to be in quite a bit of pain.

"Keira Walsh," Momma says neutrally, still keeping you pinned to her side," How is your knee?"

"Not good," Keira Walsh replies," It'll get better." She seems a bit distracted and she smiles down at you before looking over her shoulder. "Luce, G, mind helping me out here?"

Lucy Bronze and Georgia Stanway (you recognise her because Momma says that she plays at Bayern, where you all are going to be moving to after the World Cup) hold onto her as Keira Walsh takes off her shirt.

She smiles at you again. "Hi," She says," Er...Aitana sent your mums a picture with me in it. I...er...I heard she sent you some of my shirts as well."

You nod, stepping out from behind Momma.

"Well...here, I'd like you to have this one too."

"Really?"

"Course. Anything for my biggest fan."

You take the jersey and Momma helps you put it on.

You look up at Keira again, smiling. "Thank you."

Keira's smiling at you too even though she looks unsteady on her feet. "You'll have to return the favour one day, huh? When you're playing in a World Cup, I'll want your shirt too, okay?"

"How about that, princesse?" Momma says. She kneels down next to you, a hand on your shoulder. "Keira gives you her shirt now and you give her yours when you play at the World Cup. Seem fair?"

You nod. "Yeah!"

"I'll look forward to it," Keira says," I think that I'll be your biggest fan when you're older."

Your face grows a little bit red under the praise and you shift on your feet a little bit to dispel your excitement. "I don't know if I can give you my jersey when I win," You say a little apologetically," Because I already said that I'd give that to someone else. Maybe when I beat England though."

Keira laughs. "That's good by me."

Georgia Stanway laughs too. "It won't in a few years when she's scoring past us."

"I don't score." You shake your head quickly. "I save. Like Zećira."

"A keeper then," Keira says," Even better. I've never had a keeper shirt."

"I'm gonna be the best keeper," You say.

Lucy Bronze laughs and yells out," Oi! Mearps! Take off your shirt!"

Mary Earps, who has begun to make her way down the tunnel, frowns. "That's a terrible pickup line."

"Not for me," Lucy says," For Pernille's kid. She's going to be a keeper when she grows up. Says she's gonna be the best."

Mary Earps is a very good goalkeeper and, a bit like Keira Walsh, you're slightly star-struck. She smiles easily at you though and strips her shirt without a second thought, passing it over to you.

"Thank you," You say, practically whispering as you hold it tight in your hands. She's smiling at you and you feel a little bold wearing Keira's shirt and holding Mary's. "I'm going to be better than you."

It sets off a howl of laughter from Lucy and Georgia and a wry smile from Keira.

"God, I hope so, kid. I'll hold you to that."

"I will!"

Mary laughs too and crowds into your space as Momma snaps a photo before sending you off to the locker room to have your skildpadder.

"I think you all just made her week. It's all she's going to be talking about. I don't know if she'll sleep tonight."

Keira winces. "Sorry."

"Don't be. Magda's got her tonight."

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alessiasfreckles · 4 months

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she's mine (georgia stanway x reader)

inspired by she's mine by eva westphal / life with your adhd girlfriend, georgia

warnings: none

a/n: this is in no way me saying that georgia stanway has adhd (or that she takes medication)!!!!! but as someone with adhd, it wouldn't surprise me if she does. also the bit about pronouncing words differently is word for word what i said to my girlfriend that made her ask me to marry her so

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I love her the days she forgets to text back Her phone is on silent, sometimes I get mad

“I’m sorry,” Georgia says when she comes through the front door. She’s biting her lip and her thumb and finger rub together, the way they do when she’s anxious.

“It’s okay,” you say simply. You can’t help but feel mildly annoyed, but you know she didn’t do it on purpose, and you know that being mad at her isn’t going to help, it’ll just make her feel worse.

“I just- my phone was on in my bag, and I thought I’d walk home since the weather is so nice for once, and I was listening to music and kind of zoned out and my phone was on silent and-” she rambles, trying to explain herself.

“G, it’s okay, I promise,” you hug her gently, and her body sags against yours.

“You’re not mad?” she asks, and her voice sounds so small, so unsure.

“No, baby, I’m not mad,” you tell her. “I was worried, that’s all. Normally you’re home by 4, but you weren’t, and you know how I get worried. But I’m not mad.”

You feel her nod against your shoulder, still wrapped in your arms. She pulls away just enough to be able to look at you, your arms still resting on her shoulders, hers around your waist.

“I’m sorry for making you worry,” she says. “I’ll try to remember to message you next time, or at least put my phone on loud so I notice if you message me or try to call me.”

“Thank you, baby,” you tell her, kissing her sweetly. “That’s all I need.”

I love her the weeks she can't get out of bed I love every curl, every hair on her head

“What if I quit?” she asks one day. She’s been having ‘bad brain days’, as she calls them, a lot lately. Constantly flip-flopping between having no energy and wanting to stay in bed, and being so restless she could scream.

“Quit?” you ask, drawing circles on her back as she lays next to you in bed.

“Quit football,” she mumbles into the pillow. “What if I just quit football?”

She’s not really asking that, and you know it. She just feels trapped at the moment. Understimulated and overwhelmed at the same time. Her brain needs action, excitement, something to focus on.

“You don’t want to quit,” you tell her, kindly. “I mean, it’d be okay if you did, but I don’t think you do, really. Do you?”

“No,” she sighs, and rolls over on the bed, starfishing. One arm is draped over you, and the smooth underside of her wrist absentmindedly rubs against the crook of your elbow. “I guess not.”

You can see her brain running a million miles an hour. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask.

She shrugs. “I don’t know how. There’s too many thoughts, I don’t know how to put them into words, or how to start.”

“You can just say words. I’ll piece it together,” you tell her, and she flashes a smile at you, grateful for how well you understand her.

She thinks for a minute, quiet, and you wait patiently, knowing not to push her. She’ll start talking when she’s ready.

“I just want my brain to chill the fuck out,” she says finally, and all you can do is nod and press a kiss to her forehead.

I love her the nights she complains that she's cold But I'm always warm, so I give her my coat

“I don’t understand!” she exclaims, shivering slightly. “Why does it feel so cold? It’s not like it doesn’t get this cold in England, if anything, it’s warmer here! We’re much further south!”

You slip your coat off. You’ve lived here much longer than she has, you’ve gotten used to the weather. Plus, like any good German (or person living in Germany), you understand the importance of layering, so you usually have enough layers on to keep you warm, even without a coat.

She blushes when you help her slip into your coat. Grabbing the collar, you pull her in for a kiss, and when you pull away, she’s smiling.

“You know,” you say, tilting your head slightly. “I’m starting to think you just like wearing my coats.”

“Hm,” she hums, leaning forward to kiss you again. “Maybe.”

Oh, I even love her when she's running late I'm always on time so I'll work while I wait

You’re sitting in a café when your phone vibrates. Before you check it, you already know that it’s a message from Georgia.

sorry i’ll be there soon i promise!!!

If you had to guess, you’d say it was going to be about 15 minutes before she got to the café. You didn’t mind. You went to the café every Wednesday afternoon. She’d meet you there after training, sometimes earlier, sometimes later. At first, it had annoyed you. You felt like she was saying you weren’t important enough for her to prioritise. After a while, you realised how hard she was trying, and that it really wasn’t her fault. Her time blindness made it hard for her to realise how much time had passed, a couple minutes easily turning into half an hour. She would set timers, alarms, reminders, but most of the time her brain would just block them out. You’d grown to enjoy the time alone before she arrived, planning for it, bringing a book or a podcast.

Ten minutes after you received the message, the bell above the café door tinkles as she comes flying in. She slides into her seat at your usual table, the one in the corner by the window so you can people-watch.

“I’m sorry I’m late!” she says quickly. Her face is flushed and her hair is windswept, still slightly damp from showering after training. She frowns, remembering something the two of you had talked about, about saying thank you, rather than apologising. “Wait, no. Thank you for waiting for me.”

“I’ll always wait for you,” you tell her, and she smiles.

She is funny and clever and kind She says whatever pops in her mind, oh And she's so fucking weird, that when she's with me I'm laughing most of the time And she's mine, she's mine

“Have you ever thought about how weird it is that we pronounce words the way we do?” she asks, and you blink at her, sleepily. She’s sat up in bed, looking wide awake.

“Babe, it’s 7:30 in the morning,” you say, eyes watering as you hold back a yawn.

“Good morning,” she says, kissing you. “Anyway. Have you ever thought about it?”

“Uh, not really,” you sit up, joining her, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “How long have you been awake?”

“Mh, like, an hour? I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“Oof, I’m sorry.”

She waves a hand and keeps talking, undeterred. “Like, imagine if we pronounced pineapple like Minneapolis. Pin-ee-a-pol-is. Or what if Dwayne was pronounced like Kanye. Dwan-ye. Actually, I guess that one doesn’t work. The ‘y’ is in the wrong place.” she says, frowning.

You burst out laughing.

“What?” she says.

“I love you,” you tell her, and kiss her until she can’t even remember how to pronounce her own name properly.

I love her when she forgets to plan ahead I love her when she repeats what she's just said

“Oh, did I tell you that I’m starting on Thursday?” Georgia says as she rummages through the drawer of her bedside table.

“That’s great, baby!” you say. She starts most games now, but you’re still filled with pride every time she walks out onto the pitch.

“Shit,” she says, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

She holds up her medication bottle, upside down. “I forgot to order a refill.”

“Ah,” you say. You can see her initial frown of realisation turning into one of frustration. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll call and order a new one as soon as the doctor’s opens.”

She nods silently, still frowning.

“What are you thinking?” you ask, gently, and she shrugs.

“Feel stupid. This happens nearly every month,” she says, voice small and angry.

You hug her tightly, staying there until you feel her tense body start to relax against you.

“You’re not stupid,” you tell her, voice calm but serious. “You’re not. I promise.”

She huffs a little, sagging. “But I always do this.”

“That doesn’t make you stupid. It just means that your brain isn’t very good at remembering things like this,” you say, rubbing circles on her back.

She nods, frustration and anger quickly ebbing away. “Hey, did I tell you that I’m starting in the game on Thursday?” she asks, perking up, and you giggle.

Oh, I even love her when she's fast asleep I'll keep her warm when we're under the sheets

“Chilly,” she mumbles into your pyjama top as she spoons you, holding you tightly.

“You’re just using me for my warmth,” you tease, and you can feel her nodding against your back. You squeal when she puts her cold feet on the back of your legs, and her body shakes slightly as she laughs.

“You’re so nice and warm,” she sighs, wriggling to try and get closer to you.

“You know, you’d probably be warmer if you wore pyjamas,” you tell her, smiling, already knowing what she’s going to say.

“Gross,” she says. “I’ll feel all trapped and sweaty and suffocated. Ugh, and what if there’s itchy tags? No, thank you.”

“You know, you can cut the tags out,” you say, laughing.

She shakes her head against you. “No, thank you,” she repeats, voice thick with sleep.

You wake up during the night to pee, and when you crawl back into bed, you look at the sleeping form of your girlfriend. She’s curled in a ball, the duvet pulled tightly around her. As you wriggle under the covers and wrap an arm around her waist, her back against your front, she lets out a content sigh, leaning into your warmth.

She is funny and clever and kind, oh She says whatever pops in her mind, oh And she's so fucking weird, that when she's with me I'm laughing most of the time And she's mine, she's mine

“Oh, baby, are you crying?” you ask, looking over to Georgia, who’s sniffling, curled up in the corner of the sofa.

“No,” she says, looking at you with tears streaming down her face.

“Darling,” you say, holding an arm out so she can cuddle into your side. “It’s okay! It’ll all be okay!”

“B- but,” she sniffs, wiping a tear away. “He doesn’t know that! He’s just a little baby!”

She gestures to the TV, where Brother Bear is playing. Somehow, she’s never seen the film, and as it’s one of your favourites, you decided it was finally time for her to see it.

You look at her, fresh tears welling up in her eyes as she watches the little bear, and you can’t help but giggle, heart overflowing with love and adoration.

“Are you laughing at me?” she asks, but you can hear laughter in her voice, despite the tears.

“No,” you say, pressing your lips together firmly, body shaking as you try to contain it.

“You are!” she gasps dramatically, looking at you with wide eyes. “I can’t believe I’m crying and you’re just laughing at me!”

You poke the corners of her mouth, which are wiggling up and down as she tries to keep herself from laughing. She swats your hand away, but it’s too much and she can’t keep it in any longer. You both dissolve into a fit of giggles, and she has to wipe new tears away, but this time they’re from laughing so hard.

“See!” she says, in between laughter. “Now I’m crying again!”

She can’t keep a straight face, though, and neither can you.

When you’ve both finally calmed down, you can’t help but kiss her. “I love you,” you mumble into the kiss, and she smiles against your lips.

“I love you, too,” she replies, eyes sparkling brightly.

And I see her smoking a cigarette Dancing through fountains you almost fell in You're drinking red bull at night when I can't have my coffee past 12pm And I'm so fucking grateful for every bullet I dodged to get to you Yeah, I'm so thankful for every moment I've got with you

You’re walking through a park in Munich on a summer evening, enjoying the warm air, when you come across a playground. There’s a big rope pyramid in the middle, surprisingly tall, considering it’s supposedly made for children.

“Hey, babe,” Georgia says. “Bet you I can climb up that in 10 seconds.”

“10 seconds?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah!” she nods enthusiastically. “From the start to the top. Easy.”

“Hm,” Pretending to think about it, you squint at the pyramid. “What do I get if you don’t manage it?”

“A kiss.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll get a kiss anyway.”

“Fine, I’ll put away the laundry tomorrow,” she says and you hum, not convinced. Her eyes brighten. “And I’ll do that thing you like in bed when we get home. You know, with the vibrator, and-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you say, quickly looking around to make sure no one was nearby. “Fine. If you win, what do you get?”

“A kiss. And a massage when we get home,” she grins.

“Deal.”

“Can you time it on your phone?” she asks eagerly, bouncing up and down on her feet, and you laugh. “But don’t start it until I say go!”

“Okay, okay!” you chuckle, and she bounds towards the pyramid. She waits at the bottom, watching you, waiting for you to have your phone out.

“You ready?” she calls out, and you nod, giving her a thumbs up. “Okay, now!”

You start the timer as she scales the pyramid, reaching the top with 3 seconds to spare.

“7 seconds!” you yell up to her, and she lets out an excited whoop, pumping her fist into the air. She stands up briefly, then sits down on the rope again. You watch her look around, frowning. “You okay, baby?” you call.

“Yeah, I, um,” she says, running a hand through her hair, and says something so quietly that you can’t hear it.

“What?”

“I- I don’t know how to get down!” she yells, and you can see the blush on her cheeks from where you’re stood.

“What do you mean? Just climb down, like you climbed up,” you call.

“I can’t! It’s too high!”

You watch her frowning, arms folded across her chest, when you have a realisation. “Wait, baby, are you scared of heights?”

“Um,” she says, not looking at you. “Maybe?”

“Okay, hang on.”

You climb the pyramid, and when you reach the top, she clings onto your hand. Slowly, the two of you make your way down together, you telling her where to put her feet. When you’re on the ground, she looks at the ground sheepishly, cheeks still pink from embarrassment.

“I may have, um, gotten overexcited,” she admits, and you laugh.

“You? Overexcited? No, surely not!” you tease, and she rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” she mutters, not meeting your eyes, and you take her hand and pull her close, kissing her until she forgets about the fact that she needed your help to climb down.

You are funny and clever and kind, oh You say whatever pops in your mind, oh And you're so fucking weird, that when you're with me I'm laughing most of the time And you're mine, you're mine Mine

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drudyslut · 5 months

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i wanna requesttt!!

so maybe reader and jj r studying and he cant focus so reader thinks of a way to get him to focus and decides to cockwarm him🫣 everytime jj gets a question right reader rolls her hips until jj gets fustrated and flips reader over to finish wha she started🫠 (just an idea you dont have to follow through<33)

warnings: cock warming, unprotected sex, reader is a tease.

this was so hot, thank you thank you for the request omfg 😩

“this is fucking stupid” jj groans, tossing his head down onto the desk.

you sigh, standing from your bed and walking to place a hand on jj’s upper back, “j, we have to study, this test is worth ten percent of your grade..”

jj turns in his desk chair, his hands finding your waist instantly. you feel chills run through your body when he tightly squeezes at your hips.

“i know baby, but i can’t focus. my mind is on.. other things” jj runs his hands down your hips, placing them on your ass and jiggling the fatty flesh.

you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, an amused smirk played across your lips.

you sit yourself on his lap, your fingers running through his hair, tugging softly at the blond locks as you lean your lips down to his ear, teeth nipping softly at the skin.

“i think i might know how to help you focus baby”

jj’s cock grows hard, his thick length pressing into your ass.

“oh yeah? and how might that be?”

you quickly stand, sliding your shorts and panties down your legs and kicking them across your bedroom floor. jj’s eyes go wide, his hands flying to your bare pussy, fingers lightly grazing your clit before you push them away.

“ah ah, no. you can’t touch. i’ll sit on your cock while we study, but you have to focus, anytime you get a question right, i’ll roll my hips a little, get a question wrong, well, i don’t move. once we finish studying, you can fuck me”

jj grins, quickly standing from his chair and pulling his sweatpants down his legs. jj grabs his books and rushes to the bed, pulling his underwear off before sitting and patting at his lap.

“come sit baby, we have a test to study for”

you quickly oblige, rushing to him and sitting yourself on his lap. you grind your bare cunt against jj’s throbbing length, getting it nice and wet with your arousal before you grasp it and begin teasing the head at your entrance.

you sink yourself down onto him, a low groan falling from his lips when you do. he unconsciously bucks his hips up, his swollen head lightly hitting at your g-spot and pulling a whine from you.

“j- fuck- jj no, focus”

you hear jj groan, but ultimately he agrees. he grabs his textbook off of your bed, placing it in your hands so you could begin asking him test questions.

“the basic elements of the supply chain include what?”

jj snaps his fingers, a wide grin growing on his face. “easy, supply, manufacture and distribution”

you smirk. “correct”

you slowly roll your hips over his length, feeling him twitch inside you before you stop.

“don’t get too excited we have a lot more to go baby”

jj groans as you clear your throat, “next question: what is a company’s strategic plan?”

“uhhh, outlining new products for the next year?”

you tsk, “nope, sorry baby, it’s a statement of goals and objectives for a long-range period”

“fuck, i knew that” jj sighs, his lip jutted out in a pout at the lack of movement from you.

“it’s okay, next question…”

you and jj continue this cycle for almost an hour, jj finally beginning to get all the questions correct, his need for reward strong.

you’re mid sentence on a question when you hear jj groan, “fuck this, i need you now”

“jj-“ you begin, but your words are replaced by a squeal when jj grabs the book from your hands and tosses it to the floor. he quickly flips you onto your back, running his hands up your shirt and cupping your breasts tightly between them.

“i was good, i answered as many questions as i could, but i need to fucking feel more of you, this ‘cock warming’ shit isn’t cutting it” jj grunts out, his hips pounding harshly into yours as his fingers pinch and pull at your hardened nipples.

you whine loudly, arching your back off the mattress, your hips bucking up and matching his thrusts. “fuck fuck, jj, so fucking good”

“yeah? you like how my cock feels buried inside you? do you think i should let you cum after you teased me for almost an entire fucking hour? hmm? do you think you deserve that baby? sitting this warm, soaked pussy on my cock but not giving me what i need?”

you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out except for moans and whimpers, jj’s cock repeatedly hitting at your g-spot, pushing you closer to the edge.

jj digs his fingers into your sides, the cold metal of his rings surely bruising the skin. you hear him grunt out a few curse words as his thrusts grow sloppier.

“tell me, do you deserve to fucking cum? i don’t think you do”

you begin whimpering, your release so close you could feel it. “p-please let me cum, j! i-i promise to be good, won’t tease you like that ever- shit- won’t tease you ever again”

jj begins licking and sucking on your neck, his hips stuttering as his cock twitches inside you, the hot ropes of his cum filling you up.

“fuck! cum for me baby” jj grunts out, his hips stuttering to a still as he comes down from his high.

his words were all it took, your toes curling and a pornographic moan escaping you as your release bursts from you.

jj falls limp on top of you, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to calm his breathing.

“fuck, that was..”

you cut him off, finishing his sentence, “.. fucking amazing. i need to get you frustrated more often”

jj rolls off of you, pulling his sweatpants back up his legs and grabbing his book off the floor, “yeah, maybe you do. now let’s get back to this, worth ten percent of my grade right?”

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itsmealaiah · 1 month

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imagine Tom being with reader who likes reading and he fucks her from behind while she is reading for him

anons are speaking my language 😩

You'd come home from your local library, excited to course through the collection of books you acquired, they're pretty lengthy, but you would be able to get through them pretty quickly. You walk into your shared apartment with tom, beaming as you place down the books on the coffee table, and hug him. "hi meine schatz, how was it?" he'd ask, he really had no interest in books, but for you he tried his best.

"great!" you kissed him on his cheek, his hands flying to your waist and gripped you harshly.

he kissed you, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you moaned, your legs straddling his own. "mmm, so sweet" he praised, and broke the kiss, leaving you high and dry

hours later, you're knee-deep in one of your new books when tom walks in, taking off his cap and the rubber band for his dreads, slipping off his shirt and basketball shorts as well.

"hey baby, how's the book?" he asks, settling into his side of the bed.

"it's okay, the plot's a bit boring" you shrug, feeling his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you onto him, making him spoon you from behind. "leibe, i was reading, c'mon" you whine, having to close your book.

"shh, i know a way you can" he whispers into the shell of your ear, kissing the spot below it.

His hands dip under your shirt, revealing your breasts to him, all nice and hard, peeking over your shoulder to see as his fingers dip into your shorts, teasing your clit, slowly taking them off, leaving you soaked in your brand new panties :D

he pulls them down, seeing your dripping wet cunt, and shucks his boxers off, reaching to grab your book.

"you're gonna read"

he grunts, pumping his cock a few times, aligning it with your entrance

"while i fuck you"

he places the book in front of your face, beginning to create a pace with his hips, rocking back and forth

you grab the book while he fucks you, his hands everywhere on your body, as you struggle to flip open to a page.

"mmngh" "ah, ah honey, i only want to hear reading, got me?"

his plan was quite genius, something you both could take pleasure in at the same time, you wonder how he even thought of it.

you had borrowed a seemingly spicy book, and flipped to the near end, knowing that's where most of the filthy shit happens :)

this is really cringy so stop here if u want to save urself

"h-he spread her-her folds with his finge-haah!" you felt tom hit that spot deep inside, nearly dropping the book as you were teetering on the edge already.

"keep going" he growled, his balls slapping against you as your ass arched, wiggling in front of him as he didn't stop hitting your g-spot.

"an-and he slid a finge-r in slow-ly"

"f-fuck tom! i can't-i-sorry!" you gasped, stopping your reading as you felt your orgasm build up, the toe curling pleasure seconds away as you clenched around tom, making him moan, almost ready to cum as well.

"did g-good honey, c'mon, cum f' me"

your thighs shook as you released on him, mouth parted as wave after wave of pleasure coursed and subsided through you within seconds, his own orgasm hitting mere milliseconds after yours.

your body fell limp, face smushing onto the book as you panted, trying to calm down. "thank you leibe, i love you"

you heard tom say, before you fell asleep on the book.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines #itsmealaiah #tokio hotel x you

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Two Mamis

summary:Ever since you joined the judgment day,people have been raving about Dominik having two mamis. He’s always denied the idea but behind closed doors,it’s completely different.

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Rhea and Dom were close. Everyone knew that,but they didn’t know how close they reallllyyy were. You were completely oblivious to this right up until you were invited into the Judgment Day as a replacement for JD. You happily accepted,feeling yourself grow more and more excited to be with the ex con and eradicator. As time pasted,Rhea grew more than a friendly liking of you. Her and Dominik had been together roughly 2 months after she recruited him,keeping their relationship private from the world. Though on screen everyone thought they were together,they would never reveal the truth behind the rumor.

Rhea had suggested adding you to their relationship,since they both had discussed about having a third partner. Dominik was a bit skeptical about you at first,his attraction to you growing more once he finally saw you wrestle. He was used to seeing you in baggy clothes,nothing too fancy. But once he finally saw you in your wrestling gear he lost it. Your beautiful figure stood out to him,the tattoos peaking ever so slightly. He was in awe. After a brief discussion with you about the idea,you agreed.

Rhea’s heart skipped a beat when you said yes. Her dream girl really wanted her. She was over the top excited,making sure you were by her at all costs. Dom just stood by,admiring his two gorgeous girlfriends. You enjoyed the company of them,it comforted you. But little did you know this would be so much more.

Rhea was a sex addict. Dom knew it better than anyone else did. Always whispering things to him between segments and matches,making sure no one caught on. The part that shocked you the most was finding out how their on camera dynamic somehow..flipped. Dom had mentioned to you one night while you were in his hotel room about the sex they would have. You were completely comfortable and open to having this conversation,curiosity getting the best of you. You could never picture THE Rhea Ripley as the submissive one in a relationship,but quickly learned and later on accepted it the closer you got to them.

Now how did Two Mamis start? Well one day during a backstage segment,you and Rhea had just retained your tag team titles while the others waited for you two. You came back inside completely exhausted and ready to go home. Dominik had just walked in shortly after you too and noticed this quickly,helping you sit down and drink some water. “Just relax mami..” he cooed in your ear,sitting next to you making sure you were ok and didn’t need a medic. You didn’t tell him until later on how much you really enjoyed the nickname,it was something new and you loved it. From that day forward,he would address both you and Rhea as mami. Damian would make “two mamis” jokes constantly which made Dom laugh,seeing it was true.

The first time you three had sex together was..life changing. Rhea had a switch side to her that was rarely shown since she began dating Dominik. Dom had a sex appeal like no other. His figure was a sight to see once you really got to see him,toned muscles and a slim waist. What really got you curious was how Rhea’s whole demeanor changed around him once you three were alone. But enough of that,the sex. The whole threesome started from a few rounds of Dare or Drink. You all were slightly tipsy,a little high from the weed Dom had snuck in past Damian. Rhea had this look in her eyes like she needed or craved something.

She exchanged a look between you and Dom,a small smirk appearing on her face. Dom seemed to catch on quickly,looking at you. You glanced a look between them,slowly catching on. Next thing you know you were face down buried in Rhea’s sweet pussy while Dom was behind you doing the same thing. Rhea was more vocal than you expected,a handful of your hair in her bawled up fist. She wasn’t expecting you to be so good at this,but she fucking loved it. Dominik eventually got tired of just tasting you,he wanted to feel you. Rubbing his tip between your slick folds,causing you to whimper. He finally slowly slid himself inside of you,painfully slow. Once he bottomed out,he slowly began thrusting. He smiled as he earned a loud gasp from your lips,followed by a whimper.

You tried to focus on Rhea,spreading her legs wider as you slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt. “H-Holy..” and before she could even finish her sentence,her orgasm hit. Just when you were about to pull yourself up to kiss her,you felt Dom yank your head back down making Rhea yelp. “I never said stop mami.” he whispered in your ear making your knees weak. He placed his hands in your waist,adjusting your position continuing his rough thrusts. You could tell Rhea was overstimulated and god did she sound beautiful. “Dom..e-es demasiado para manejar..(it’s too much to handle)” she choked out through whimpers. She needed to fuck you asap and couldn’t wait any longer. Dom decided to be nice enough and let her move,pulling out of your sensitive cunt and pulling you away from Rhea. You watched Rhea shakily get up from the bed,turning your attention to Dom as he handed you a bottle of water. “You alright? Need a break or anything” he asked softy,kissing your forehead. You smiled in return,drinking some of the water. “No I’m fine,just need a moment” you responded.

Your attention turned back onto Rhea as she appeared,more relaxed and less shaky but there was something different..a black strap that was at least 8 inches was attached to a harness around her waist. She noticed and laid next to you,gently kissing your cheek. “Don’t worry mami,I’ll be gentle” she cooed softly in your ear,still laying next to you. You took one final sip of water and placed it in the nightstand,giving Rhea that green light. Giving you one last peck on the lips,she switched her position and kneeled in front of you. Glancing over at Dom to make sure this was the position he wanted while you laid there waiting. He nodded and laid next to you,watching closely as Rhea rubbed the silicone tip against your clit earning a soft whine. She chuckled softly to herself,slowly pushing the strap inside of you. Dom whispered soft praises while trailing kisses along your neck and soft breasts.

“Ah ah,stop squirming.” Rhea spoke firmly as she bottomed herself,not moving until you told her to. “M-mami..please” you whined out. She decided to be nice and not torture you anymore,slowly thrusting. “Fuck she looks so good taking you like that..” Dom muttered out through moans,using your hand to stroke himself. “She really does..” Rhea whispered,looking down watching as the strap went in and out of you. God she loved it. As she continued and picked up her pace,your moans grew louder. They both needed you to be quiet since Damian was just next door,so Dom had an idea.

Turning your head to the side and propping himself up,he lowered your head onto his cock. Rhea adjusted your legs,throwing them onto her broad shoulders making your legs spread out wider. She just smiled,watching as your legs began to shake. At this point you were on the verge of screaming,if it wasn’t for Dom fucking your throat of course. His thrusts grew sloppy,signaling he was close. “Should we let our pretty slut cum hm?” Rhea whispered out,her orgasm approaching from the harness rubbing against her sensitive clit. “Fuck- yeah..she earned it” he responded,his orgasm hitting hard. You moaned around his cock,your orgasm also crashing into you as your legs shook around Rhea’s shoulders. Rhea laughed softly at the sight in front of her,still thrusting to chase her high. Her orgasm soon washed over her,stalling her movements. Slowly she pulled out,gently placing your legs down onto the mattress then getting off the bed to retrieve two cold towels. Once she came back,Dom carefully spread your legs allowing Rhea to gently wipe you off.

“You did so good for us princesa” he spoke,pulling you into a deep kiss. “And good girl for swallowing without me telling you” he whispered and winked,making both you and Rhea giggle. She tossed Dom the other towel and laid next to you,pulling you into a spooning position. Dom wiped himself off and placed both towels on the nightstand. Turning back around to both of you,he smiled and laid on your chest.

To say the least,this would be a moment you’d never forget.

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archangeldyke-all · 6 months

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sevika fucking rough but lovingly holding hands while doing so ...

hhhhhhhhhhhhng...

men and minors dni

sometimes sevika fucks you like she hates you.

she's got a lot of pent up aggression. usually, she gets it all out at work, or at the gym after, or by having a bitch session with you as you lovingly comb your fingers through her hair and listen to her rant.

but sometimes, these methods don't work.

sometimes, all sevika needs is to bend you over the nearest flat surface and take all her frustrations out on you.

you don't seem to mind.

in fact, (and fuck does she love you for it) you seem to kinda love it.

she'll come home with that angry glint in her eye and a snappy tone of voice-- and she'll see the way your eyes fill up with excitement and lust at the prospect of what she'll do to you when she finally snaps.

sometimes, you'll even push her to snap. you'll be loud in the kitchen, you'll put on obnoxious music you know she hates, and you'll flaunt around the house in your underwear, making small little messes until sevika's fed up.

and when she's fed up, you can bet your ass you won't be able to walk properly the next day.

tonight's one of those nights.

you could tell from the second she walked through the door, her stomping footsteps a little louder than usual, a few curses tossed out as she struggled with getting her boots off, her breathing heavy.

so, to help your wife relieve her frustrations, you strip down naked before you run into the kitchen to greet her.

you find her chugging a glass of water.

she chokes and spit water everywhere when she catches sight of you.

"what are you--"

"sounds like you're having a bad day." you say with a grin. sevika raises an eyebrow at you and chuckles, before she rounds the counter to wrap you in her arms.

you hug her tightly, pressing gentle kisses to her hair as she melts into your hold.

"horrible day." she grumbles into your shoulder. you scratch her scalp and she sighs.

"well..." you say. she pulls away from your shoulder to look at you with a smirk. you giggle. "i got a few ideas on how your day could get better." you say. sevika chuckles.

"i can see that." she says as her eyes trail up and down your naked body. you grin.

sevika presses a sweet, loving kiss to your lips. it's all the warning you get before she's tackling you to the floor and flipping you onto your front.

you gasp as you hit the ground. one of sevika's strong hands pull your hips up so she can admire your pussy, while the other keeps your head pinned to the carpet beneath you. you whimper.

"look at this cunt." she grunts behind you, one of her fingers quickly swiping down your slit to gather some of your arousal. you twitch and sevika chuckles, darkly. "you love it, don't you?" she grunts. her thumb starts tracing circles into your clit. "love it when i have a shitty day. love it when i fuck you like a toy, don't you?" she asks again. you choke beneath her.

"like makin' you feel better." you say. sevika groans behind you, one of her hands smacking your ass.

"and you do such a good fuckin' job of it." she grunts as she shoves a finger inside your cunt.

you gasp and twitch beneath her, but she doesn't relent, starting a brutal pace with one finger, quickly adding a second when you start squirming.

she loves seeing you writhe beneath her, loves watching the way your cunt squeezes on her fingers when she pulls them out, like it's desperate for her not to leave. she loves watching your clit slowly grow engorged as she massages your g-spot with her finger tips. she loves watching the wetness slowly gather around her fingers until it's a ring of cream. she loves the way your soft whimpers and gasps quickly turn into long groans and curses and half sentences.

"shit, sev, gimmie your-- fuck!" you squeak as she leans forward to lick at your asshole, her fingers still pounding into you.

she pushes a third finger into your clenching cunt. "what, honey?" she taunts above you. you whimper and gasp and she chuckles, spitting on your winking asshole. "fuck, you're so good for me." she grunts as she bites the flesh of your asscheek.

"sevikaaaa!" you whine.

"yeah honey?" she teases. you pout into the carpet.

"want your cock." you say.

"beg for it." she commands. you shiver beneath her. she chuckles. "y'know you want it. c'mon. tell me how much you need me." your cunt's squelching around her fingers at this point, dripping down her hand and into a puddle on the carpet.

she always makes you beg when she's angry like this. some of it's because she like hearing you beg and whine for her-- it's a good stroke to her ego, and the noises you make get her throbbing in her boxers. most of it is just so she's sure. the last thing sevika ever wants to do to you is hurt you. and when she's angry and got her cock inside you, she loses all control of herself. so she makes you beg. just to be sure.

you have no problem with this. "fuck, sev, please. pleasepleaseplease give me your cock i need it baby. i need it so bad-- you need it too i know you do. don't you want this pussy? c'mon, sev, please!" you whine. sevika sighs and presses one loving kiss to the small of your back. then, she pulls her fingers out and lets go of your hips. you collapse to the carpet beneath you. behind you, you can hear the jingle of sevika's belt buckle coming undone.

she plasters herself over your body, biting your shoulders and shoving her cock between your legs. you whimper and try to rise to give her more room, but she just pushes your hips back down.

"relax." she whispers. her cock is nestled between your thighs, the tip poking at your entrance. you're squriming beneath her, trying to get her inside you.

"sev!" you whine. she chuckles, then sinks her teeth into you as she shoves her cock inside your cunt. "oh, fuck!" you gasp.

she doesn't give you time to adjust, just starts fucking your hot, wet, clenching cunt with deep, hard strokes. "take it." she grunts.

you cum. "sevika!" you shout, your body twitching and shaking beneath her as she plows into your squirting cunt. she shudders.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, this pussy's so good. look at you, honey, squirtin' on my cock-- god you're a slut. fuck, i love you." she grunts as she continues to fuck into you through your orgasm.

she doesn't stop.

she doesn't stop when you start twitching from over stimulation, and she doesn't stop when three minutes later she fucks another orgasm out of you. she doesn't stop biting you, fucking you, groping you with a bruising grip.

she only stops when she gets close, adjusting the arm beside your head and bringing her free hand down to hold your own hand.

you cum the second her hand wraps around your own. sevika groans a long a drawn out "fuck!" as you cum around her cock.

"that's it, baby, there you go, good girl. takin' it so fuckin' well." she babbles. you whimper beneath her, trying to catch your breath as her thrusts slowly inch you across the carpet.

you'll have carpet burns on your tits and stomach tomorrow. it's worth it.

"y' fuck me so good." you say, dreamily. your brain melted out of your ears two orgasms ago, everything you're saying now is just stream of consciousness. "love you. love you love you love you." you say in between her thrusts. sevika grunts above you. "close?" you ask. sevika whimpers. you grin and squeeze your thighs together, clenching your cunt. sevika collapses on top of you, fucking into you like an animal as her teeth sink into your neck.

she's close, shaking and grunting against you, her cock twitching inside you. pinned beneath her like this, you can't reach her to hold her as she gets closer, so you just flip your hand up beneath sevika's and gently rub your thumb over her knuckles. "give it to me, baby." you whisper.

that's all it takes for her. she whimpers and cums, filling you up deliciously as she shakes above you. you moan and grin as she fills you up, giggling at the exhausted little sigh she lets out once she's done.

for a few minutes, the two of you just lay on the carpet, sevika catching her breath on top of you while you relish in the satisfied fucked out feeling spreading throughout your body. with your wife on top of you, you honestly have no where else you'd rather be.

eventually, sevika moves. she releases the bite she had on your throat to press a kiss to the indent of her teeth, then a kiss to your head. you giggle.

"feelin' better?" you ask as she pulls out and clambers off of you. she helps you roll over and stand, then pulls you into a tight hug. you press a kiss against her head and she kisses your neck. she hums happily against you.

"much better." she says. you smile.

she lifts her head up from your shoulder to kiss you properly. you melt against her lips, sighing as her tongue pushes into your mouth. "you're such a good wife." she whispers against your lips. you giggle. she pulls away with a pout. "i'm serious!" she says. you giggle again.

"i know. 's just that i was thinking the same thing about you." you say with a shrug.

sevika smiles bashfully, kissing you once more, before she drags you to the bathroom. "c'mon. wanna take a bath with you." she grunts.

you grin, bringing your intertwined fingers up to your lips to kiss sevika's hand. she blushes.

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maximumsass · 3 months

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Green Eyes of Envy Pt. 3

The Real Gif for the fanfic

The Top I’m Referencing

Synopsis: You and Mel have overcome all that you have to get to this night, THE FIRST DATE!! Will Melissa get you to that orgasmic bliss she’s been dying to see you in? Is it possible that you have your own little surprise for the gorgeous redhead?! Was choosing each other the right move?! All of these questions revealed and more!

Author’s Note: Hey my lovely fanfic village! I know I’m late with this but I literally fell asleep not once but two nights in a row trying to finish this sucker so I apologize from the bottom of my sapphic fanfic riddled heart! I was very excited to write this one because this is what both Mel and the reader have been waiting and longing for, for a very long time. And to create this just makes my sappy sapphic heart very happy. I hope you like all the cuteness as well as the hot steaminess! Please let me know what you think!! And please send me any requests that you beautiful people have! Sending all da love and hugs!

Warning: SMUTT!! And of course fluff!

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You were jamming out as you finished applying your makeup. She said she’s only gay for me. And I don’t know what to believe. Yeah she said she’s only gay for me, gay for me! You belt out. You’re wearing a tight black v neck that shows just enough cleavage to tease her until she’s taking it off you. You paired that with a brown leather jacket and dark wash jeans and to top it off your mini black boots.

You hear a knock on the front door. That’s weird you think, you weren’t expecting anyone and you were Ubering to Mel’s and still had 30 minutes until you had to call the Uber. You finish applying your cherry red lipstick and then go to the door.

You open the door and there standing before you is Jessica Rabbit herself and is holding a gorgeous bouquet of red roses. She looks stunning in a short sleeve red top with a scoop neck that is accentuating her gorgeous goods, with her infamous black leather pants and red heels. You gasp.

“Oh my god! What are you doing here?!” You exclaim as you step aside and gesture for her to come in.

“If you really think that you’re Ubering anywhere if I’m available and know that you need a ride somewhere, you better think again.” She says with a big smirk.

You roll your eyes. “You don’t have to do that, you know. Thank you for the gorgeous flowers.” You say quietly as you take the flowers from her, set them aside and pull her in for a kiss.

When you break the kiss, she caresses your cheek. “I know I don’t have to. But I want to, I want to take care of you, make your life easier, that’s my job now. You my dear just need to let me. Can you at least try to let me take care of you?” She asks you gently.

“Fine. I guess I’ll let you be my personal chauffeur.” You tease her with a chuckle.

She smacks your ass. “You little shit!” She exclaims. “Now go finish getting ready. The sooner we get back to my house, the sooner we eat and the sooner we eat, the sooner I’ll be giving you the best orgasm you’ve had in your life.” She says with a huge smirk on her face.

“Someone’s confident!” You chuckle, you pull her in for a quick kiss and then you run to get everything so you can head out.

Once you’re both out the door, she takes your hand and when your fingers interlock, it feels like you’ve finally found your missing puzzle piece. She walks you to her truck, opens the door and holds your hand as you step up into the truck. As she shuts your door you scramble over to her side and open her door for her because she’s not the only gentlewoman between the two of you! And then you scramble back to your seat.

“You didn’t have to open my door, ya know.” She said as she slides into her seat.

“As a gorgeous woman told me tonight, let me take care of you, woman!” You say give her a look that says try me.

She pulls out of your complex and starts heading to her place. 80s ballads play quietly as you stare out the window, for the first time since you said yes to the date, you feel your stomach start tying itself up in nerves. You feel her hand on your thigh and you simultaneously get chills and feel a wave of calm wash over you. You place your hand over hers and interlace your fingers with hers.

“I know it hasn’t been easy to get to this point. But I haven’t felt so happy and excited about dating and being with someone in years. And I’m so grateful that we chose each other and decided to give us a chance.” She says with quiet vulnerability as she looks at you adoringly.

You take her hand and kiss it. “I feel the same way Mel. And I don’t know what it is, but I feel like it’s been a long time coming and we’ll find out that what we’ve been searching for is in each other.” You say smiling.

You get to her place, and unbuckle your seatbelt. “(Y/N), will you please let me get your door for you and help you out of the truck?” She asks gently as she takes your hand and squeezes it.

“Since you asked so nicely, I will, just for you.” You say as you lean over and kiss her cheek.

She gets out, comes around to your side, opens your door and takes your hand and helps you out of the truck. You walk up the steps, she opens the door and gestures for you to go in first. You step in and the smell of lasagna, freshly cooked, washes over you.

“Oh my god Mel, that smells so fucking good, if it smells that good, I can’t imagine how it’s gonna taste!” You exclaim as you wiggle a little with excitement.

The redhead watches you with a huge smile on her face. “I don’t think you know how cute you are.” She says with a chuckle. She walks towards you and pulls you in for a hug and then kisses you with slow burning passion.

She walks arm in arm with you into the kitchen. She takes out a knife and starts cutting into the lasagna.

“Where are your plates and utensils? I’ll set the table while you’re cutting the lasagna.” You say as you put your hand on the small of her back.

“The plates are in the cabinets to the left of the sink and the utensils are in the drawer to the right of the sink.” She instructs while still focusing on the lasagna.

You grab two plates and a knife and fork for you both. You set the plates down and put the knife on the left of the plate and the fork on the right. You grab a napkin and set it at her place and grab a few for yourself.

“Let me get the drinks too gorgeous. Where are the glasses and what do you want to drink?” You say as you lean on the island admiring how focused she is on dinner.

“I bought some wine at the store today, it’s on the counter by the fridge. And then the wine glasses are in the cabinet next to the plate cabinet.” She says as she finishes up with the lasagna.

You grab the glasses and find the wine and open it, thankfully it’s a screw off top. And pour hers first, and then walk it over to her, she’s put one slice on your plate and one on hers and she’s patiently waiting for you at the table. Looking at you with desire with those emerald eyes of hers but you also detect an ounce of shock in them as well.

“For you my gorgeous and amazing chef. Thank you for making this delicious dinner for us.” You say softly in her ear and then you kiss her head.

Once you are seated and ready to eat, you lift your glass. “To our first date, May it be better than either of us could ever imagined and a memory we cherish forever. Cheers!” You say with a smile and you clink glasses with Mel.

“Cheers, pretty girl!” She says to you mirroring your smile. “So this is my Nonna’s lasagna, and we used to have it for special occasions when I was a kid, and I consider this a very special occasion so of course I had to make it for tonight.” She says softly.

You put your hand on her thigh and squeezed it in appreciation.

You start cutting your lasagna and then blow on it before excitedly shoving it into your mouth. An explosion of flavors dances in your mouth, you might physically be in Philly right now but your mouth is frolicking through Italy currently. You can’t help but moan a little. It's so goddamn good!

Melissa gets this huge grin on her face. “See, I’m already making you moan.” She teases you.

“Shut up!” You exclaim playfully hitting her arm. “I will have to personally thank Nonna herself! You’ve seriously outdone yourself Mel, this is incredible! Top 5 meals I’ve ever had hands down.” You say beaming at her.

“I’m so glad you like it!” She says excitedly.

You focus on eating the delicious meal when you feel her looking at you. “You’re staring at me miss! Eat your dinner before it gets cold.” You tease her.

“You are always surprising me (Y/N) and tonight is no exception. Joe and I were married for 12 years and I can count on one hand how many times he helped me with dinner in any capacity. And of course there’s Gary and other guys who were never anything I considered serious but were around for months at a time and they didn’t lift a damn finger when we ate together. And then you walk in on night one, first date, and you jump right in and get everything ready while I’m finishing up with the food. And it’s mind blowing to me because this gorgeous little 29 year old girl is showing me how I should’ve been treated this whole damn time and I didn’t even have to ask you! What did I do to deserve you?” She says softly with a look of astonishment.

You wipe your mouth and then get up and sit on her lap and wrap your arms around her neck and lean your head against hers.

“First of all, every one of those guys were idiots. And I’m sorry that they didn’t help you, that is such a low bar and for them not to meet it is honestly pathetic on their part. We are a team and I want to make your life easier and if I know I can do something to achieve that, you better believe I’m doing it. You were right that this is how you deserve to be treated, and as long as you keep me around I’ll always treat you like the queen you are, gorgeous girl.” You say as you caress her cheek and gaze adoringly into her eyes.

She pulls you in for a kiss that’s long and slow and you feel yourself ache for her. Somehow her hands find their way to your torso and begin to go under your shirt, she looks to you for permission and you nod. She slowly glides her hands slowly over your stomach as if she’s trying to memorize what every inch of you feels like. You can’t help but shudder and hiss from her intoxicating touch.

“You’re being such a good girl.” She says in your ear in her deep husky voice.

And that just makes you stop breathing because you can’t believe this is actually happening.

While her hands are exploring your body, you make yourself busy by gently kissing her neck. And then you go from kissing to nibbling which produces a deep gorgeous moan from the redhead.

“Now who’s being the good girl?” You ask seductively in her ear.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” She instructs you.

You pull her in for a heated desperate kiss that both makes you moan. You then get up from her lap and walk towards the bedroom a little and then you turn and you make sure you have her full attention and then proceed to take off your shirt and dramatically toss it to the floor.

Melissa is now looking at you like she’s the lioness and you’re the cute little antelope she wants to devour. She comes at you so fast and before you understand what is happening she is pushing you against the hallway wall and is kissing you with such desire, teeth knocking, tongues clashing, she’s biting your lips, hands tangled in your hair making sure that your bodies are grinding on each other. She pulls you away from the wall and in one motion has somehow undone your bra clasps and is throwing your bra to the floor.

You gently push her away and then take her chin gently and lock eyes. “You better start stripping off your clothes baby girl.” You say in a low seductive voice.

She practically drags you into the bedroom. You both rip off the clothes that y’all are wearing. This is the first time you are seeing Mel in all her naked glory.

“Get the fuck on the bed.” You whisper to her.

“But I was supposed to…” She says and before she can finish you place two fingers on her lips.

“That wasn’t a suggestion. I promise you will get your turn to have your way with me. But you always put everyone else before yourself and tonight and moving forward that’s not going to happen. What you don’t seem to understand is that you are a literal goddess and you should always be treated as such. Your body needs to be worshiped. Let me worship your body Mel and please you in ways you didn’t know were possible.” You say softly to her.

You move close to her and with your hand you gently glide your fingers through her folds and lightly graze upwards to her stomach and finding its way to her luscious breast, over her nipple, and all the way up her neck until you finish with caressing her cheek. She looks at you astonished and speechless.

“Now be a good girl and get on the bed.” You say to her softly.

She nods and gets on the bed. Once she seems comfortable you get on and you start kissing her slow and soft, you can feel her desire to have you please her radiating off of every kiss. You start with her neck and you kiss every inch of her. When you get down to her breasts you spend extra time and attention on them. You lick her nipples softly at first and then you’re sucking them and then you are gently biting them, you feel her shudders, and hear her moans and praises “Fuck (Y/N)!, Yes keep going baby, You’re doing so good!”.

You know that she’s self conscious about her stomach but you need her to know that you think that every part of her is perfect. So you are gentle and kiss and trace and softly remind her of how beautiful you think she is.

Then you are at her legs, you kiss and graze your fingers along them as well as her feet. And then you turn your attention to her pussy, you’re about to do the thing that you’ve been fantasizing about for months. You slowly and barely graze your hands over it.

“(Y/N) please I need to feel you! I need you inside of me.” She says in frustration.

And that’s all you need to hear, you slide your fingers through her folds as you start gliding up and down with some pressure. She’s already glistening with her beautiful wetness.

“You’re already so wet for me baby. You’re doing such a great job.” You praise her as you look at her with a big smile.

You quickly find her clit and you start rubbing it slowly because you don’t want her to cum just yet. She’s practically levitating off the bed with how much she’s shaking and her moans and praise have only gotten louder. You slip your fingers into her and oh my god is she tight. You can tell that she’s about to hit that orgasmic high. You pump your fingers in and out at a good pace, not too fast but not too slow. She’s growing tighter and tighter around your fingers. You get down and put your mouth on her clit and lick her clit while you keep pumping and what feels to be a matter of seconds she screams out and a wave of cum comes flowing right into your mouth and oh my god does she taste amazing! You slow down your fingers and you watch her ride that high and you can’t believe how lucky you are to get to please her like this. When you know that she’s come down, you slowly remove your fingers.

You crawl up and lay down next to her and take her in your arms as she tries to catch her breath. “I want you to taste how delicious you are.” You whisper and then you softly kiss her. “I need you to know that you are so beautiful and seeing you in your orgasmic bliss makes me feel like the luckiest girl that I get to please you and get you to that gorgeous state. You really are my goddess Mel, forever and always.” You say softly to her as you stroke her hair.

“I can’t believe that I have you, what you just did to me was mind blowing. And this is coming from decades and decades of sex. The way you know my body and this just being the first time is unbelievable. You’ve wrecked me y’know, I will need those magic fingers and that gorgeous mouth of yours for the rest of my life.” She says as she gazes up at you in pure awe.

“I will happily be all yours for the rest of your life.” You say and then kiss her forehead.

“You mean it?” She asks quietly and you can see the vulnerability in her eyes.

You nod and then kiss her gently.

Then she rallies and you better believe delivers in full of getting you to that orgasmic bliss.

When you have come down from your high and caught your breath. You’re entangled in each other, not knowing where you start and she ends. You know that you would be so damn happy if laying with her like this is what the rest of your future held.

“You know what I just thought of?” You ask her with a mischievous smile.

“Do I want to know?” She teases you.

“I just realized that you’re my little florist girlfriend now.” You say and then you can’t help but giggle.

“Shut up!” She exclaims and playfully hits you.

“What?! I just speak the truth!” You tease.

“What am I going to do with you?” She asks with a big smirk.

“Lay with me like this every night.” You say with a smile.

“I think I can do that.” She says and then she yawns.

“Get some sleep and have sweet dreams my gorgeous girl.” You whisper softly and kiss her on her head.

And then you drift off to sleep yourself being held by the woman who has definitely stolen your heart.

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 1 year

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Pretty girl

Pairing- Neytiri x reader

Summary- Neytiri really enjoys when your being a brat.

Warnings- d/s dynamics, spanking, Dom! Neytiri, fingering, eating out, overstimulation, crying kink??(I'm so high rn I don't know how to spell the real thing, I think that's it lmk if I missed something and this was a request

Neytiri watched as you discarded the water she had handed you and get the wine they were passing out. Grabbing a hold to the cup in your hand she looked at it and then you. "I got you water, drink it." She said. You give her that reading giggle you do when you know what your getting into. "Your not the boss of me Ma Neytiri," you say tilting in your head a little gleaming smile plastered on that bratty face.

And after dinner there was a party for some young Na'vi getting a ikran. Neytiri watched as you danced, hips rolling as you eye fucked her from the room. She stood up walking over to you stopping your dance giving you a threatening glare, "Stop teasing." She whispered into your ear.

You got close to her ear giving it a small kiss before speaking, "No." You say before walking off proud smirk, she couldn’t wait to wipe it off. She followed you until you got Infront of your shared home, "Tìlor you stop being a brat." She said as you as your pupils dilated with excitement.

"Be quiet." You say.

"What." She says now she's the one who was smiling.

"Be quiet."

And that was the final straw, now you were going to get what you wanted and so much more. She pushed you into the pod and closed the curtains, not giving you anytime to process anything she pushed you onto all fours on the cot that you sleep on. You yelped when she ripped your loincloth and cupped your soaking cunt. "Neytiri." You moan as she massages her hand into your pussy.

And then a harsh jolt shoots through your left ass check. You whine from the hurting sensation but couldn't help but moan as she slips two fingers into your pulsating hole immediately clenching around her fingers. "Ooh don't tell me you are going to release so soon." She says slowly fucking her fingers inside of you. So focused on her heavenly skilled fingers you couldn't answer, and that just wouldn't do.

Another smack was giving to you, your moan form to a cry as the pain shoots through you again, and then your crying softness as she soothes your pain by rubbing her cool hands on the spot. And then she gives you another, and another soothing each each two she gave you. The pain from spanking was so euphoric with the mixture of her fucking you, doing all kinds of mounting with her finger, hitting your cervix almost every time she thrusted them in an out.

"You gonna release, oh you are aren't you, you dirty girl if you wanted me to ruin you could've just asked." She teases thumb reaching to your clit as she gives one last spank. Making you moan tears fall from your face she smiles. "Oh such pretty tears," she said rubbing harsh circles to your clit "On such a pretty girl." She finishes as she curls her finger forward hitting your g-spot.

And that was the last thrust you needed as the bubble that had formed in your stomach burst and waves shot through your body, leaving it tingling and shacking, rubbing you through it she gave you pussy a little smack. She licks her fingers and hums in pleasure. "It is so good I must have a taste." She says darkly as she flips you over not giving you time to recover from your previous orgasm.

You shake your head and then cry out as she sticks herself onto your clit, tongue fucking it, circling it, flicking it any and everything to bring you closer to the edge. "To much t-to much." You plea trying to pull away but her grip was too strong holding down your thighs. And it wasn't long till she licked strips up and down, long tongue creeping into your poor abused entrance, gently fucking it before returning to your clit. And the familiar feeling returned and your body shakes, eyes going blank, moans of pain and pleasure fell from your mouth.

She pulled her mouth from you and smiled at your fucked out state. She kisses your forehead and cleans you up, praising you everytime you hissed as she cleans you up, and when she was done she cuddled you until you fell asleep. Like a good girl.

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anothertimdrakestan · 1 year

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oooo boy. first, love your writing boo you’re seriously an inspiration <3. secondly, a fic idea: a friend of tim’s flies in to see him bc she moved to maine forever ago, they were like childhood besties. but when they meet again, there’s a mf-ing sPARkk

Memories - Tim Drake x Reader

"I'm so sorry to have to stop taking questions, but we've kept Ms. L/N for 15 extra minutes and I'm sure she has plans after! Everyone please give her another round of applause for coming all the way to Gotham University to present her outstanding research!" the lecture hall erupted with applause as you smiled and waved at the sea of faces in front of you. Presenting your research across the nation was a dream, and although you barely remember it, Gotham was your hometown, and you were excited to see what parts of your rose-coloured memories remained.

"Thank you so much for having me GU! Please, email me with any more questions I'll be happy to reply." you called to the masses that were filing out as you shook your peer's hand one last time, both exchanging pleasantries as the room quieted.

"Sorry again for keeping you over, Ms. L/N, I'm sure you're very busy! But, if you could just take a look at one of my papers up for publication, I would be so, so thankful!" he began, flipping up his laptop as you realized this opportunity to speak was really just an exchange of favours.

A terrifyingly familiar voice echoed across the hall, "actually, she is busy, we have plans." you almost had to squint to see a man's frame leaning up against the doorway, backlit enough that you couldn't make out the details of his face.

"Oh! So sorry. I- uh I can email it to you! We can hop on a zoom call later in the week?" your peer seemed to recognize the figure immediately, packing his things as quickly as the students who were just there for attendance. He scurried away just as quickly too.

"It's been years, but you didn't think I'd find you?" the voice drifted across the room as you turned to face the figure, starting your walk up to him.

"I'm so sorry, the lighting, it's awful! I don't quite recognize you and I certainly don't have plans with anyone I'm afraid!" you replied, practically flying up the stairs just to meet this man face to face. He was dressed exquisitely: suit clearly tailored, hair slicked back with the perfect suave tousle, it was exhilarating.

"You don't recognize your only Gotham friend?"

"I don't have any Gotham friends, I was only here for my first few years of elementary school- oh my god Tim?" you rambled until you made it close enough to see the stranger's face and froze. The eyes, the familiar gleam of mischief and intelligence you had befriended what felt like a million years ago were staring back at you.

"Hey Y/n. Long time no see." he held out a strong hand, helping you up the last few steps, bringing both of you into the light. He continued, "you look, incredible." to which you just gawked in return.

"You look, like Tim" you whispered, tying the strings of comparison between the child you had first hacked a firewall with and the grown man, really billionaire, that stood before you.

He ran an awkward hand through his hair at your response, "thanks, I think." to which you scrambled back, "no! I mean, you look good, really really good, I just can't believe it's you. I mean, I thought about reaching out, you're on my Gotham list [you held up a list of scribbles of old memories] but I just figured you'd be so busy that I didn't bother."

"Didn't bother a partner in underage crime? Callous. Let's see the list though!" he snorted, snatching the scribbles from your hands, holding it up as he read aloud your scrambled childhood memories:

"Visit the nature museum- closed after a Poison Ivy attack, find Mr. Smith from 2nd grade- god you've gotta use google he's long dead he was like 70 when we were 6! Hmmm, visit the Big Belly Burger on 11th- now that's a good one!" he scanned the list quickly while you clawed for it back hoping he wouldn't get to-

"find the old rope swing behind Wayne Manor. You remember that?" the words left his lips just as you tore the paper out of his hand, tucking it back into your pocket.

"Of course I remember it, but it's whatever. It's probably also dead and gone or ruined by a villain. Why are you even here?" you tried to turn the spotlight onto Tim, but he was already halfway out the room, calling "C'mon! At the least I can buy you a 3$ burger and shitty milkshake." to which you haplessly obliged.

"Do you remember getting caught when we rigged the 5th grade presidential election? Why did you even want that kid to win anyway?" You laughed, almost uncontrollably, reminiscing on the old shenanigans.

Tim replied, "oh I didn't care who won or lost, I just wanted to see if we could do it!" to which you threw a french fry at him, which he swiftly caught. "Oh my god we almost got expelled Tim!"

"Doesn't match the time you made us start a homework-completing company in your backyard!" his shoulders shook with laugher.

"We were broke!" you chided, waving your arms exasperated, like you were a kid begging him to join your master plan once again.

"We were six years old!" he chuckled.

"We were, weren't we." you mused, popping the last fry in your mouth, leaning back with a sigh. Some things didn't change. Big Belly Burger was still addictive, Gotham was still filled with pollution, and Tim was still the very best thing about the entire city.

"I can check off one last thing on your bucket list." Tim said decidedly, sitting up in his chair.

"Yea? You gonna bring me to Mr. Smith's grave?" you groaned. But Tim stood up, he had lost the suit jacket and tie somewhere along the 2 hours you'd both spent in the fast food joint, he looked young again. You felt young again.

He had driven you somewhere you only dreamed of pulling into, Gotham Manor. You always wondered how the poor boy from a public elementary school had managed to get adopted by Bruce Wayne, but you never knew how to reach out and ask.

"Tell me you don't still have the rope swing" you shook your head with a grin. Tim just shrugged, hopping out of the sleek black car and running over to open your door for you.

"What do you take me for? A sap?" he crooned.

"Absolutely." you replied, bumping his side with your shoulder as he took the opportunity to lazily sweep an arm around you, guiding you to massive backyard gardens in the Manor.

You mused, "if we wanted to be true to character, we should've snuck in like old times" and Tim snorted, "let's just say I've upped the security pretty significantly, and that wouldn't go so well for us."

You rounded the edge of the perfectly trimmed garden to the scattered trees on the Manor's edge, and sitting there looking the same as ever was a massive tree, a thick rope hanging down tied tightly around a massive tire, the kind a monster truck or a weightlifter threw around, you and Tim had always wondered why it was there, or how the poor tree managed to hold it up, but you never worried about it, both swinging happily late at night after both sneaking out.

You placed a hand on the tree, a few rogue tears slipping down your cheeks as you leaned into Tim's embrace. "I really loved it here you know." you whispered.

"I did too. When you left it wasn't really the same." his voice was soft, you could feel his chest rumbling with every word.

"Really? I guess I always figured you'd find some other genius and take over the world with them"

"You thought I could replace you?"

"No- I mean maybe? I don't know, we were kids I just figured-"

"I didn't forget. You were my first kiss, right here." he leaned forward to put a hand on the old tree.

"Mine too." you replied, smiling as you remembered the nervous peck that occurred the night before you left.

"I was so nervous." he chuckled, staring at the tree, his gaze never meeting yours.

"I didn't think you had the balls." you teased, and his eyes snapped to yours.

"Okay, I was a pretty shy kid, but I've grown a lot."

"Yeah?" you grinned, biting your bottom lip to keep from breaking into a beaming smile.

Tim gently pushed you back against the tree, his hand guiding your chin up, letting your eyes meet his, "yeah" was all he muttered before pressing another gentle, warm kiss to your lips, and the same butterflies you got, all those years ago, took flight once again.

I hope you enjoyed, thank you so much for the request! <3

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mariaofdoranelle · 1 year

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Look at Us Now - Ch. 1

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Oh, hi, guys! Welcome to my new hyper fixation!! *fireworks* *champagne glasses* *me smiling like a maniac*

I really hope you like this new au! My other ones are still in progress, I’m just really excited about this lol

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking, mentions of sketchy cigars, mentions of a fistfight, mentions of a sprained ankle, promises of smutty times

Words: 3,3k

This party was falling apart. Literally.

Uncle Orlon thought it was a good idea to bring Aelin to this year's Aviator's Ball, so she could meet her future bosses with a little less pressure. At first, it was all fancy uniforms, expensive drinks and small talk. Now that it was past midnight, some of the older officers with the highest ranks had left—Like Orlon and Darrow—, a drunk major knocked down a massive flower arrangement, and the guy Aelin was flirting with had offered her a very sketchy-looking cigar, which she politely declined.

When two lieutenants started a fistfight, Aelin knew it was time to go.

She speed walked through the crowd of people, and even bumped her shoulder against the party planner's, who was going toward the brawl. The poor girl.

When she finally stepped outside, it felt like she could finally breathe.

"Staying out of trouble?" A deep voice asked her. Aelin looked around until she found an officer leaning on the side of the stairs that led to the garden. With his face lit up by the moonlight and eyes sparkling as they studied each other, he was breathtaking. Or at least that was Aelin's first thought when she saw him.

Aelin walked towards him. Staying out of trouble was Uncle Orlon's only request, but she also didn't want to look bad in front of her future bosses and future coworkers. That sounded like a suicide mission.

"Seems like that's what you're doing."

The hot officer chuckled. "Turns out being locked up becomes really easy when you're in the military. Specially when you make yourself some unruly friends."

"Have you ever been to the guardhouse?"

"Fuck, no."

She leaned against the wall on his side and shook his hand. "I'm Aelin."

"Rowan."

Turning fully towards him, she flipped her hair back a little to expose her shoulders and cleavage. "It's really hot in here, isn't it?"

Rowan got sidetracked by her exposed skin for a millisecond, then his eyes snapped back to hers. "You think so?"

"I know so, and I think it's because of—"

"Global warming, I know. God, this city gets hotter each year."

"What?"

He tilted his head. "You don't agree? This city's weather is hell."

Aelin clamped her lips together and tried not to laugh, even though her shoulders were shaking already. "I was going to land a pickup line, Rowan."

"Oh." He blushed, and it was the most adorable thing. "I thought we were talking about carbon monoxide."

Aelin chuckled. "Well, you ruined my pickup line now."

"My roommate teaches me a lot of those, but I won't use them."

"Why?"

Rowan leaned sideways on the wall and smirked. "Because I'm not trying to pick you up, I'm feeling like pinning you down instead."

She looked up, gaping. Aelin could kill that blunt, sassy grin of his. Or kiss it. God, she really wanted to kiss him now. Since he noticed her minutes ago, actually.

It was beautiful, how that smirk melted as his eyes darkened. The fabric of his uniform under her fingertips and Aelin's hands going up until they reached the lapels and clenched.

With both hands on her waist, Rowan was already one breath away from her when he closed their lips together with small, tentative brushes. At least until Aelin closed her arms around his neck and almost crushed their faces together, deepening the kiss.

His hands were everywhere. Her hips, her waist, toying with the straps of her dress. All that clashing and flicking and grabbing was making her heartbeat go wild. When it became too much, Rowan grabbed her upper arms and mentioned to lean away, but Aelin gently bit his lower lip to stop him.

Stay here, she conveyed.

He gave her small, gentle kisses and rested his forehead against hers, both heavily breathing against each other.

"You're not someone's wife, right?"

"What?" she breathed. Aelin's mind was still foggy from the kiss, she must've heard the wrong thing.

He swallowed and slid his hand down her arms, squeezing her fingers at the end. "That's why Fenrys got into a fistfight at the party. He made out with another officer's wife."

Aelin leaned away to properly look at his face, trying to understand what was going on. First, who the hell is Fenrys? Second, did he just stop their kiss to ask if she was married? Because he was avoiding a fistfight?

She sighed. You know what, that was fair.

Shaking her head, Aelin wiggled all her ringless fingers.

His eyes assessed her lack of uniform. "Someone's daughter, then. I think that's even worse."

A troublesome smirk was her only answer. Well, she was someone's great-niece, but it became almost the same if she considered Orlon raised Aelin since she was eight.

Looking up, Rowan cursed under his breath. Probably calculating his chances of being punished for this if her date—Brigadier Galathynius, not that he knew it—discovered. Proving her theory right, he asked, "They outrank me, right?"

Aelin raised her eyebrows. "You want to fuck me or not?"

"What?" His eyes widened, then he flinched. "Fuck, sorry, babe." He trailed kisses from her jaw to her lips, tugging her closer by the waist.

She hummed. That was much better.

"Do you want to leave before this party burns itself to the ground?" He whispered in her ear.

She chuckled. "Sure."

They were silently walking wherever he was leading her. One-night stands were so awkward sometimes, but Aelin was feeling good about this one. There was something comforting about Rowan, but she was failing to point what exactly. At one point, their hands accidentally grazed, but he kept them there and slowly intertwined their fingers.

Aelin hid a grimace when she saw his car, though. "I live in the village." She pointed in the direction of one of the military villages they had close by. "We can go by foot."

"You think I'd drink in front of all my bosses?"

He had a good point. It seemed like he was the only officer who cared, though. She had no idea how he understood her concerns so quickly, but Aelin didn't want to think too hard on this.

"I thought you should know I just moved in and my house is... lacking." He scratched the back of his head. "If you don't mind."

"Oh." She tilted her head. "We can go to my place, if you think that's better."

His shoulders dropped in relief. "You're sure it won't cause trouble?"

"I know my way around those security cameras." Aelin waved him off and leaned her side on his car. "But I still need to know what's lacking in your house."

Rowan's cheeks went crimson in a heartbeat. "I have a bed, it just hasn't arrived yet."

Aelin started cackling, her body trembling with laughter as he stared at her with the corners of his lips tugging up.

"I physically have a matteress, though!" He yelled over her laughter and opened the car, "And a great wall."

Things got quieter inside the car, so it was Aelin's cue to update her boyfriend, who was a little back and forth between Doranelle and Rifthold these days. He never told her about his one-night stands, which she didn't mind, but it felt wrong to sleep with someone without telling him.

Aelin: found myself a hot officer for the night

Aelin: we're going to my place

Dorian: how hot is he

Aelin: 8,5 maybe?

Such a horrendous lie. Aelin never graded her boy toys above 9 because she felt better if only her actual boyfriend was a 10. Truth was, if Dorian is a 10, Rowan is at least a 12. Actually, he was so handsome it made a lot of sense grading him above maximum score.

Dorian: nice

Dorian: have fun babe x

Rowan cleared his throat when they arrived at the village. Quickly tucking her phone back inside her purse, Aelin gave the directions of her house and made him park two houses before.

They silently walked together, until she stopped him on the border between her house and the neighbor's.

"I'm assuming you don't want to get caught by the cameras, since you're so scared of my uncle."

His eyes sparkled now that she satisfied his curiosity. Or maybe made it worse. There was no way to know. "An uncle, then." Rowan raised his eyebrows. "I'm not scared of him, but it would be nice if you could assure me he won't put me in the guardhouse for this."

Aelin snorted. Orlon couldn't hurt a fly if he wanted to, and even Darrow was a huge softie inside. But just the thought of sneaking out a little with her hot officer sent a thrill down her spine, so she kept her mouth shut.

"This wall we're in, it's a blind spot." When Aelin looked at Rowan, he was the most focused she'd seen tonight. An airman ready for battle. "We'll follow that path until we reach the porch, then we climb on the first window. It's my cousin's room, but he doesn't live here anymore. Then I'll check if the coast is clear, and my room is the one right next to it. Got it?"

Rowan nodded, eyes still calculating their path.

"It's the only way to get inside without getting caught on camera," Aelin added.

"This sounds like my training."

Aelin made eye contact, her chest a little more thrusted out than before. "Is the reward as good?"

"Not really, no," he muttered, his eyes on her lips.

"Well, you'll have to work for it, Officer," she said before tugging his arm towards the low fence they needed to climb.

From the moment Aelin decided she wanted to become a doctor, she knew she'd work at the Air Force General Hospital.

This was the place she came to get her first casket when she was nine, after falling from her rollerskates. The place Aelin reached for when she got a little too drunk at seventeen, and made Aedion flirt with the doctor so she wouldn't snitch on them to Uncle Orlon. She was comfortable there. It felt familiar.

During those early daydreams about her own life, Aelin never thought about the moments she'd wish she worked somewhere else, though. They were nothing more than fleeting thoughts, she loved her job. But they still happened on days like this.

When Aelin opened the X-ray images on her computer, the boy's ankle didn't seem to be broken. One small blessing.

His eyes went wide when she told him so. "But it feels like it is."

Aelin gave him a sympathetic smile. "It's just a sprain, but I'll prescribe you some painkillers and—"

"Good, now we can go back to training," his instructor interrupted.

A death glare was Aelin's only response before she continued, "And I need you to rest that feet for two days—"

"Absolutely not!" The unwanted instructor cut in again, making the boy freeze on his seat. "What's the point of painkillers if he can't even exercise?"

"Captain Whitethorn," she hissed, "I believe I am the doctor here."

He slowly turned to that terrified boy. "Do you mind giving the doctor and I a moment to speak?"

"No." Aelin got up before he could. "Captain Whitethorn and I can talk in another room." She pointed at his swollen ankle. "You rest that feet."

Rowan followed her to an empty room two doors down, and they closed the door, it was like... It was like every other day, actually.

"You." He pointed a finger at her. "Do not question my authority in front of my students, Lieutenant."

"And you." She pointed a finger back. "Do not question my authorithy as a doctor in front of my patients, asshole."

"I was not trying to—"

"Yes, you were!" Aelin screamed this time. "Every day, you question what, when, how—"

"Well, maybe I wouldn't need to question if you just—"

"If I just what?" She opened her arms, tired of this. "If I just acted exactly like you?"

Rowan just stared at her with that intense look of his.

Aelin took a deep breath. She wouldn't put sense in Rowan's head by screaming. She never did.

"Luca—"

He raised his eyebrows. "Seriously? You're trying to guilt trip me by using his first name?"

"It's his first week here, and he's already in the hospital, Rowan! He's a teenage boy! He's someone's kid!" Aelin yelled, her tone increasing with each argument.

"Don't you even think about mentioning my daughter! He's the one who enlisted. I'm just doing my job."

She sighed. "I know you are, but your teaching techniques..."

He scoffed. "Don't act like you didn't love my teaching techniques back then."

"Fuck you!"

There were two loud bangs in the door before Aelin's tiniest, angriest co-worker barged in.

"You two." Elide's finger darted between them before she continued. "Seriously? Again?"

Rowan didn't dare point out that he was being talked down by someone with a lower rank than his. He knew better than to argue with Elide.

She continued, "I'm going to discharge your patient, and you two are leaving. Now."

Aelin looked at her watch. Fuck, they needed to rush if they didn't want to be late.

She turned to Rowan. "I'll be in the car in 5." And stopped. Aelin slowly turned to Elide and said, "Tell the patient that Captain Whitethorn told him to go home and come back in two days."

Rowan clenched his jaw, arms already crossed, but said nothing. He knew he had no chance with Aelin and Elide together.

The drive was pretty silent after that, but not exactly comfortable. She knew their fight hadn't ended yet, but it had to for now. They needed to look composed for this.

They heard the deafening sound of children screaming before the car could park at the Air Force school, made specially for the children of the Air Force personnel. It wasn't one of those fancy Montessori schools with hyper-specialized teachers, but it was a good school right next to the village they lived in. It was the best choice for them.

Rowan didn't think so. And he always let her know that, from big arguments to the classic arms-crossed-and-narrowed-eyes thing he was doing now.

She wouldn’t acknowledge his dissatisfaction now, though. They walked together until the pre-K area, which was separated from the big kids', and it took no time at all until a soft set of limbs wrapped themselves around her legs.

Aelin crouched down to talk to her daughter and adjust that messy hair, taking it out of the front of her gorgeous deep green eyes, when Maisie's jaw fell. And she shrieked.

"DADDY!" Was the only thing she screamed before jumping on Rowan's arms, always ready to catch her. "You said you couldn't pick me up today."

Maisie's hair was completely her own, Aelin noticed as her daughter had her back turned at her, on her dad's arms. Not as pale as Rowan's, not as golden as Aelin's. She had Aelin's nose but, apart from that, Maisie looked like a small Rowan Whithethorn with chubby cheeks.

She was just waiting for her face to be right next to his and... yep, there it is. Copy, paste, add childish features. Genetics sounded a lot simpler than what she studied in college while looking at those two.

Rowan was spinning her around, and Mai's squeals of delight were almost deafning. For the first time since seeing Rowan today, Aelin felt like smiling.

They had conflicts, yes, but Aelin couldn't deny that he was a great dad. She had never resented Rowan for being the parent with the stronger genes, or Maisie for being so much like her father. On the contrary. She even thought it was cute, especially when she saw her daughter's little frown or her shy demeanor with strangers. Maisie's a Whitethorn through and through, or so Rowan's family point out every time they meet.

"How was your day, hun?" Aelin asked on the walk back to the car while brushing her little girl's hair back with her hand.

"I got the littlest, babiest grapes today." She stopped in the middle of the parking lot and opened the lunchbox. "Look!"

Inspecting it, Aelin noticed Maisie's littlest, babiest grapes looked like a car ran them over. "What happened to them?"

She took the lunchbox back and frowned. "I don't know. I slept with them at nap time to protect them, but it didn't work out."

Aelin's lips were clamped together, trying hard not to laugh. That little girl probably squished the poor grapes to death. Rowan seemed to think the same, from the way the corners of his lips were tugging up. Noticing Aelin's stare, he gave her a small smile while ruffling their daughter's hair. She quickly looked away.

They never picked her up together when Maisie was in daycare, but they were doing it as an encouragement now that she was still adapting to preschool.

She always missed one parent while in another's house, even if she spent no more than three days in each house and had daily goodnight calls. Every morning was a different meltdown because she says she doesn't like school, so promising Maisie that both parents would pick her up was a good way to stop a tantrum. Some days, at least.

Their daughter was asleep in the car seat, exhausted from preschooler life, so they kept quiet while Aelin drove Rowan back to base for his night class.

"I'll call you," was the only thing he said. Not goodbye or thank you for the ride.

Aelin knew she meant he'd call Maisie for their goodnight call, but she took the bait anyway. "No, you'll call Maisie."

Rowan pinched the bridge of his nose, and Aelin could feel her body go tense again. He was the one annoyed, really?

"I don't understand why we keep having the same conversation over and over."

"Me neither, is that so hard to stop calling me and use the f—" she glanced at Maisie, still asleep. "Fucking parenting app?" Aelin whispered.

"You know what?" He leaned closer to her, hand resting on the car panel. "It is. I hate that app."

"I. Don't. Care. I can't have you calling me several times a day to ask stupid shit like if I packed Maisie's lunch."

Rowan frowned. "That kind of comment isn't helping, Aelin. In fact, it makes me even more concerned."

Was he implying that Aelin didn't care?

Heat flushed through her whole body as she saw red. "Get out of my car."

He didn't.

"Now!" Aelin whisper-yelled, still trying not to wake Maisie up. "Don't you have a student to screw or something?"

Rowan's eyes widened, and every feature of his face slowly started looking consumed by rage. From his glare to his reddened face.

He held back, though.

"You know what?" Rowan unfastened his seatbelt. "I can't talk to you when you're like this."

"Great." Aelin knew she had gone too far. She'd think about it the day she actually cared.

"And I'll call you as many times a day I want whenever you're with my daughter."

He got out and slammed the car door.

Rowan's body went taut at the same time Aelin flinched. They both knew what was happening now.

"Mommy, where's Daddy going?" Their daughter asked a moment later, rubbing her eyes.

Maisie's lips started wobbling the second she noticed Rowan was leaving, and she was wailing even before he could get into the backseat to soothe her. He kept saying that he'd see her at their goodnight call later and tomorrow at the pickup again, but nothing seemed to work.

Resting her head on the steering wheel and taking a deep breath, Aelin tried to think of something. The best bribes were always ice cream or more screen time. She needed to pick her weapons wisely.

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GIRLIE OMGGG THAT TOGE FIC WAS ABSOLUTELY BANGER I'M DYING😭😭 I'VE LOST ALL MY SELF RESPECT AND HAVE COME TO WORSHIP YOU AND YOUR WRITING🧎‍♀️🛐

CAN THEE REQUEST AGAIN AND FOR OUR SHY SWEET BABY YUUTA GOING ON A DATE W US🫶🫶 FEEL FREE TO REJECT TY AND LOVE YOUU‼️

First Date

YUTA X READER. FLUFF. (Thank you so much 🥹. AND YES I CAN. But pls keep sending more requests I really do get excited when you guys send them 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

I looked into the mirror, “Don’t you think this is too much…?” I questioned myself as I looked at the date outfit Nobara helped me put together. “Nah, you look hot!” Nobara said with a thumbs up. I looked at the outfit, I was wearing a purple low v-neck halter top, with a white tennis skirt. She also let me borrow some cute sandals she had, and a lot of matching jewelry. “What’s wrong? You don’t look too sure,” Nobara pouted. “N-No don’t get me wrong, the outfit is beautiful… but I don’t think it’s my style,” I pointed out. “Hmmm… I guess you do have a point… Yuta is already so blushy blushy around you in just your uniform. Maybe this as a first date outfit might just kill him,” Nobara joked. “Stop it, and I think I’ll just change into some jeans and throw a sweatshirt over it, plus some sneakers cause what if we’re walking all day?” I pointed out. “Pretty good points, but I think I know what to put you in,” Nobara smirked.

“Oh wow! Nobara, this is so cute!” I smiled as I spun around. (You can think of any outfit you’d like, but for the story I’ll be using the image down below 🫡) “I’m glad you like it, but all I’m saying is that if I were asked on a date I would’ve dressed so hot he would’ve died the second he laid his eyes on me,” Nobara smirked. “Maybe it’s a good thing you haven’t been asked on a date yet… you might end up on the most wanted watch list,” I joked while grabbing my blue handbag. Nobara rolled my eyes and followed me to her door. “Alright I have to go! Or else I’ll be late!” I said as I ran off to the campus stairs.

I made it! I looked down the stairs to see Yuta already waiting. “Yuta!” I called out and rushed down the stairs. “Hey (Y/N),” he smiled. I made it to the last step, but before stepping down I tripped over my own foot. “Ah-“ I let out while falling forward. “(Y/N)!” Yuta said and quickly ran over to catch me. Yuta wrapped his arms around me and quickly caught me before I could hit the ground. “Ah… t-thanks Yuta,” I blushed as I looked up to face him. “N-No problem, I just didn't want you to g-get hurt,” he stuttered, while quickly letting go of me. “Thanks,” I smiled. “So what’d you have planned for today?” I asked. “Ah, well… I thought some ramen would be good to start with,” he said. “Ooh! Yeah ramen sounds perfect right now!” I cheered and led the way to the train station.

“That really hit the spot, huh Yuta?” I asked. “Mhmm, now there was a place I wanted to go to…” he trailed off as he looked around the street. I tilted my head in confusion. “There it is!” He said as he grabbed my hand and we ran over to the mysterious place he mentioned. Suddenly he stopped and I looked up and realized that we stopped in front of a flower shop. “Oh wow! Flowers!” I smiled. “Yeah, I have something I need to pick up,” he blushed. “You do?” I asked. “Yeah, wait right here… just for a second!” He said as he ran in. I shrugged my shoulders and looked across the street to see an older couple walking together holding hands. “That’s nice…” I smiled. I began turning my gaze back to the flower shop to check if Yuta was out, until I heard someone scream. I flipped my head back towards the couple, and noticed a man fighting the older woman for her purse. “Hey!” I yelled and began to run over. Before I could reach the man, he pushed the older woman and ran off. I watched as her husband quickly knelt down to tend to her. “I’ll get him! I swear!” I yelled and took off over the guy. I ran as fast as I could towards the man, I watched as he took a turn into a small alley. I slowly approached the alley, making sure he wasn’t about to jump out and attack me. I then saw a head peep from behind a dumpster. I heard him scoff, “It’s just a high schooler…” he laughed as he walked out. “Now run off girly, before you get hurt. Just needed some quick cash, it shouldn’t concern you,” he said as he tried walking away. “Hey! I ain’t letting you leave with that purse!” I yelled. “And what are you gonna do about it?” He chuckled as he turned back. He rushed over to me, and I got in stance ready to fight back, but before I could land a punch the dumpster was thrown towards the man. Throwing him against the wall, knocking him out. “What the-?” I cut myself off, as I felt a scary presence. I turned around and saw Yuta. “Yuta!” I said and ran over. “Are you ok?” He asked, but before I could answer he pulled into a hug. “God… I got scared…” he said as he slightly trembled against me. “Yuta, I’m ok… plus you know I can handle myself,” I smiled and looked up to face him. “I know, but… I should be the one protecting you, especially when you’re with me,” he said as he had a serious look on his face. “You wanna be my superhero?” I giggled. “N-No… not like that, but… I just want to make sure you’re safe. I’d rather get hurt than you,” he smiled. I felt my cheeks heat up, “O-Okay,” I said softly. “Now let’s go take that woman’s purse back,” he said. I nodded and we quickly went to retrieve the bag.

While walking back to the couple I realized something… “Hey Yuta? Where’s your flowers?” I asked. “About that… I dropped them the second I saw you run off…” he sighed. “Oh… were they for someone important?” I asked. “Umm… yeah, they were someone really special,” he sighed again. “Oh, I’m sorry! I’ll buy you some new ones,” I said nervously. “No, that's fine,” he smiled. “Hello!” We turned our attention towards the unfamiliar voice. We looked up and noticed the older woman from earlier. “We got your purse back!” I said, and handed her the bag. “Oh thank you so much, both of you!” She smiled. “And we made sure to call the police, we’d hate to have that happen to you again,” Yuta said. “Where’s your husband?” I asked. “He’s coming, he said he saw something on the floor and went to go pick it up,” she explained. “I see, well I’m glad you’re ok. That was a nasty fall,” I pointed out. “I may not look like it, but I’m one tough cookie. Just ask my husband,” the woman laughed. She quickly turned around, “Oh there he is,” she said. We looked over and noticed him carrying a bouquet of wildflowers. “The bouquet!” Yuta said in shock as the man walked up to us. “I saw you drop these, and I assumed that you were with our friend here,” he said as he looked over towards me. “Thank you!” He said as he grabbed the bouquet from the older man. “No problem, and thank you for helping us,” the man said, as he shook our hands. “We really appreciate it, and also you two really deserve each other. Going off to help a stranger, and you going off to back her up. Not a lot of people like that anymore,” the woman winked. I felt my face blow up, and I looked over to see Yuta also has a cherry face. “Th-Thank you miss,” I smiled. We said our goodbyes and headed our own way.

“What a crazy first date, huh?” I laughed as we walked up the stairs. “It was,” Yuta chuckled. “So happy you got the flowers, that person is super lucky,” I smiled. “(Y/N)… they’re for you,” he laughed. I turned around quickly, and stared at him in disbelief. “Well I was hoping to surprise you with flowers when I walked out of the flower shop, but…” he laughed. “They’re for me?” I asked, still in disbelief. “Well… I was hoping we’d be in a more romantic setting, but I was hoping if this date went well then…” he trailed off. “Then?” I encouraged him. “Then I was planning on asking you to be my girlfri-“ I cut him off. “Yes!” I said as I pounced on him. He caught me, but the flowers flew everywhere. “The flowers!” He panicked. “It’s ok, Yuta,” I smiled. “But how are you going to remember our first date?” He asked. “I got an idea,” I smiled as I cupped his face. Before he could get another word in, I pulled him into a soft kiss. I felt him tense up, but quickly relaxed and deepened it. We finally pulled away and stared at each other, slowly trying to catch our breath. “T-That can work,” Yuta stuttered. I laughed, before pulling him in for another kiss.

The outfit I had in mind 💅

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Mall Madness (Brandi & Heather)

Mall Madness, Pt 1: Fitting Room Fashion Show Late one evening…

"But Mommy..." he whined, almost crying right there at the back door. I couldn't help but smirk as I saw Brandi's face turn red with embarrassment. He knew better than to argue with me, but he just couldn't help himself. It was like his mouth had a mind of its own. "What if the neighbors see me out here in my diapers?"

But I wasn't going to let him get away with it this time. "Aww, is poor Brandi embarrassed about being seen by the cute girl next door in his pink Pampers?" No, I had the perfect idea for a punishment that would put him in his place. "Okay sissy, come inside." that night, I called up my friend Ashleigh. She loved getting in on humiliating Brandi as much as I did.

"Mall trip?" Ashleigh cackled, passing me my Starbucks order when I swung open the front door early the next morning. We snuck into Brandi's sissy nursery together, being careful not to wake the little sweetie. I counted down from 3 and flipped on the lights while Ashleigh pulled back his little baby blanket and tickled him awake. "Wake up, Baby Brandi!" She taunted, "We're going to have, like, the best time ever today!" Brandi groaned and tried to hide his face, but I wasn't having it. I grabbed his puny wrists and yanked them away.

And then we began the process of dressing him. Ashleigh picked out the perfect outfit for him - a pink frilly dress, pink ribbons for sissy pigtails, and a shirt that said "Daddy's Little Girl". I couldn't help but laugh as we put it on him, seeing the look of humiliation and shame on his face. "Aww, does sissy Brandi hate being dressed like a little girl?" I teased, snapping a few pictures and popping his penis pacifier in to stop the ensuing temper tantrum. “Shh,” I hushed him, “Mommy really doesn’t care. Like at all sweetie.”

(Princess Heather has gotten bored and is forcing me to take over telling the story until we get to the “good part”. She says the readers will like hearing me talk about how humiliated I was… 😞)

They dragged me out the door and practically threw me into the backseat of the car, strapping me into a pink car seat that had annoying little sissy toys attached to it. They teased and taunted me the whole car ride. "Isn't Sissy Baby Brandi excited for her trip to the mall with the big girls? I bet Brandi is so excited to show off her cute outfit!" I wanted to shrink into my seat and disappear.

When we finally arrived at the mall, they took me out of the car and put me into a sissy stroller, complete with frilly pink cushions and a canopy. Ashleigh pushed me as Heather walked beside us, holding a bright pink diaper bag that had "sissy baby" written on it in big, bold letters. Passersby couldn't help but stare and giggle at the sight of a grown man dressed as a sissy baby being pushed around like an infant.

Heather seemed to love the attention, smiling and waving at anyone who caught her eye. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me right there. But I knew better than to disobey my Princess. If I didn’t want the punishment to be much worse than it already was, I had to do whatever she said.

I was immediately met with stares and giggles from everyone who saw. Heather and Ashleigh made sure to point out every person who was looking at me, just to make it worse. “Oooh…Victoria’s Secrete!” I heard Heather giggle. They made me sit in the middle of the store in my stroller while they browsed through lingerie, drawing everyone’s attention by asking me what looked sexiest. Heather would hold up two bras ask; “which one would make me look hotter, Brandi? This one or the black one?”

“I-I don't know…” I would try to stammer behind my gag. Ashleigh cut me off and spun my stroller around to face her; “Oh, come on Brandi. You're supposed to know what a woman wants! But then again, you're not really a man, are you?” She held up two pairs of black lace panties; “g-string or thong sissy? Which is going to make my booty pop more?”

I was so overwhelmed with all the stares down the people in the store that I started crying. Heather wiped my tears and patted me on the head; “Aww, poor little sissy baby. You're just here to carry our bags and look pretty, aren’t you?” I nodded slowly, not sure what else to do. “Good girl. Now let's go try on some lingerie. You can be our little fashion critic.”

As we approached the changing rooms, one girls working there approached us. She was openly laughing at me and my outfit! Mommy Heather, being the sadistic Princess she is, didn't try to hide it. She pushed the canopy of the stroller back, exposing me to the whole store. "Oh my goodness, he...she, maybe?" The girl giggled. "She is so cute!" Heather just chuckled and responded, "Thank you! My sissy boyfriend is just so embarrassed by how pretty she is, I had to take her out and show her off!” The clueless employee looked shocked…at first. “No! She’s such a cutie! I’m Kylie by the way! How can I help?”

Ugh. Why was she so eager? She was like 19…this should be weird to her! Her coworkers look weirded out, why isn’t she? “I’m Heather, this is Ashleigh, and this is Brandi!” Heather beamed. Kylie leaned in and stuck her tongue out at me making faces like I was an actual baby! “How old is she?” She asked, cooing at me. “33…months,” Ashleigh winked, “she’s big for her age.” Heather looked down at me with a stern look; “thank the nice woman for telling you how cute you look sissy!”

Another employee came over to see what was going on and both women’s eyes almost popped out of their heads when Heather pulled the pacifier gag from my lips. “Th-thank you…” I stammered. How could I be this stupid? I should have just gone outside in my diaper. Now I don’t just have to worry about the neighbors. “Could we try some things on?” Heather asked sweetly.

(“Okay sweetie, let Mommy Heather handle this. You're just being a silly little sissy, making a big fuss over nothing. Those girls were being nice to you!” 😇)

The quieter of the two sales girls looked taken aback as I firmly pushed the three-inch "special binky" back into Brandi's mouth. She quickly turned and left without a word. However, Kylie stood there, quite unbothered. "Are you trying something on or...?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued. "For us, silly!" I chuckled. "Brandi is far too young to wear grown-up underwear!" Ashleigh joined in with a giggle, adding, "But really, they're mainly for our boyfriends!"

"Did you not just say that he was..." Kylie struggled to find a tactful way to ask, gesturing towards Brandi. "Honey, he's a grown man dressed in diapers and tied in a stroller at a mall. Do you honestly think I would ever let him touch me?" I laughed. "No, I'm only with him for his money. For anything else, there are plenty of actual men out there, right? Do you mind if we bring him in with us?"

Kylie raised her eyebrows quizzically, but eventually shrugged and opened the door to the dressing room. "Just between us girls," I whispered to Kylie, "I'll be in the food court later if you want to know more..."

"Well," Ashleigh smirked as I faced the stroller towards us and ensured the door was securely locked. "Finally, some alone time," she playfully removed her top, giving my poor trapped sissy an amazing view of her tits in her bra. "Now it's your turn," she smiled, slowly pulling my shirt over my head.

Brandi could not hide his dread, knowing he was about to witness a show that would only worsen his frustration in that pretty pink chastity cage. "Don't even think about turning away," I whispered seductively in his ear. With a devious grin, Ashleigh held up a sheer black lace bra and matching thong. "Let's see how they look on me, shall we?"

I eagerly dropped to my knees in front of her and flashed Brandi a sexy grin. I unbuttoned Ashleigh’s jeans and then expertly positioned her so that her back was to Brandi. Gently, I guided her out of her pants, ensuring her pert, peachy ass was perfectly in view for Brandi to see from a distance. "And now for these," I laughed, slowly removing her thong, teasingly peeling it off her for maximum effect and giving her a little spank.

"How kind of you," Ashleigh felt me place the string of skimpy thong perfectly on her ass. "I wouldn't want any prying eyes catching a glimpse," I laughed with another spank to her ass. I stood up and helped her put on the bra, her back still to Brandi. She turned around slowly, pressing her body against the sissy's, who couldn't stop staring at her ample cleavage. "So, what's your verdict, sissy? Will my boyfriend like this?" she purred.

Pathetic little Brandi was struggling and Ashleigh just couldn't help but playfully twirl her hair and snuggle up against him. "Oh sweetie, are you having trouble expressing yourself?" I taunted. "Maybe if you just told Princess Ashleigh how stunning she is, she wouldn't have to keep trying to convince you..."

“Brandi! You’re hurting my feelings!” Ashleigh choked back a fake sob and turned to the poor cuck by shaking her booty in front of him. "Is it the thong?" She playfully asked, looking over her shoulders and batting her eyelashes. "Is it not the right size? Or maybe my butt is too big for it?"

Ashleigh made sure to get up close and personal with the loser, swaying her hips and thrusting her perfect ass towards him. She would lean over the sissy to make sure her tits were right in his face, asking "do you like what you see, loser?" with a bitchy little laugh. As she continued to dance, she would run her fingers through her hair, toss it around, and grind on the sissy, making sure he was painfully aware of how close he was to the perfect body he could never have.

“You can look," she giggled at him, "but just like every other woman in the world, you can never touch.” While Ashleigh had Brandi's full attention, I sneaked up behind him and wrapped my arm around his waist, reaching for his little diaper. "Oopsie," I teased as Ashleigh finished up her dance. "It seems someone's leaking stickies in their sissy diapees! Did you enjoy Ms. Ashleigh's cute undies more than you let on, Sissy Brandi?"

I slowly started tracing my nails around the sissy's straining, plastic-covered prison. “Eyes on me Sissy Slut!” I growled, kneading my other hand firmly into his sissy balls to ensure I had his full, undivided attention now. "Ms. Ashleigh is going to SLOWLY strip off that sexy lingerie and try on another set, and then I'll try one on, and another..." I was tickling the head of his trapped clitty through the bars now.

"Oh,” I smiled up at him, “and another, until you’re a quivering, crying mess. We're going to help you though sissy, don't worry," I reassured him with a firm flick to his tiny sissy marbles. "We're going to massage these," and I yanked harder, "the whole time. After all of our outfits, we'll decide which ones made you leak the most. Those, you lucky little sissy slave, are the ones you'll be buying for us! Along with whatever else we want..."

Mall Madness, Pt 2: Fun in the Food Court coming soon…

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sageminty17 · 5 months

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⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ I think we’re alone now.. ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻

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Captain Killian “Hook” Jones x F!Reader

[Seanson 3]

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Semi-Public sex, p in v, creampie, caught?

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You and Hook have never truly been alone. There was always someone, whether is was Emma, Henry, or the Charmings. Most of the time you guys even saw each other was when something bad happened and now you were on some crazy fairytale mission.

Now here you are, on ANOTHER mission. You and Hook were tasked to go the library and see if you two could meet up with Belle and search around for some information on Zelena.

The silence as we walk is uncomfortable. I decide to finally try and make some small talk. “So, uhm, Killian is your real name..correct?”

“Yes love. That it is, why do you ask?” He looks at me.

“Well I was wondering, I’ve never really heard anyone use it before..any particular reason why?”

“Well it’s probably because of my reputation, that and I tell most that they may as well call me Hook.”

“Oh..not as exciting as I thought..”

“What? Did you think I’d have some dark backstory besides the fact I loss my hand?” He gives me a smirk.

“No…well maybe. You are a pirate.” I kinda laugh, but it was just nervous laughter. Why is this so hard for me? We’ve spent plenty of time together, we’ve worked together, especially in neverland. So why do I struggle so much with this?? I guess it doesn’t matter, we need to focus on Zelena.

“Well, I am full of surprises, Love.” He continues his smirk towards me, but I didn’t even notice. I tried just focusing on Zelena and what she could be up to. “Something on your mind, love? You seem to be almost bursting a vein.” I hear his chuckle, “oh! Uhm just thinking about Zelena Y’know…”

“No, I believe there’s something else..what is on your mind?” Before I can even think of an answer we are already at the library. “Oh! Were here! Lets uhm.. go find Belle!” I rush inside. Why am I so nervous to answer his question? There’s nothing particularly wrong?.. I mean, it’s just I’m truly thinking about him.. is that why I can’t answer? Why am I suddenly feeling so..flustered about all this?

My mind is running on and on about Killian I completely ignore the confused Belle standing infront of me, “Hellooooo, are you listening?” I snap out of it as I hear her sweet accent. “Oh sorry, uhm. We just came to see if maybe we could find some information about our witch problem.”

“I see, I’m afraid I haven’t checked and I do have somewhere to be, me and Rumple are going out so- anyways, you’re free to look around! I’ll leave a key on the desk, please be sure to lock the doors oh your way out!” Belle finishes putting on her scarf and purse and then rushes out the door. “Well, it seems it will just be us two, love.” “So it seems..” why am I so sweaty all of a sudden?.. my heart rates also increased… “We should probably start looking today.” I snap out of my thoughts once again to Killians voice, “Y-yes, your right. I’ll start over there in section E-G, you can go from A-B.”

“And I thought I was a captain..look at you bossing me around.” Killian chuckles as he walks through the isles, pushing books sloppily with his hook.

After about 20-ish minutes of searching me and hook ended up meeting in the middle on the same isle. Both facing opposite directions. The space between the isle wasn’t forgiving, I could smell the natural musk and rum from Killian. It was so..intoxicating. While scanning through books I saw a red cover reading ‘the truth of your feelings’. Something about the book made me flip open to the table of contents. That’s when I see a chapter of the name ‘why and what is this feeling?’. I flip to the chapter and read a bit. It talks of feelings of intimacy, tension, both romantic and sexual, and a whole catalyst of other things. Most of it sounded familiar..this was how I felt about Killian. I mean, now that I think of it. I’ve always found hook quite attractive, and when he calls me love I feel a shiver go down my spine.

Oh my god.

I have a ‘crush’ on no other than Captain Hook. Right as I was staring off into space from this sudden realization I feel a warm chest seek behind me, pressing against my back. An arm comes over just above my shoulder to meet the bookshelf. “And what so that your reading, love?” Killian snatches the book out my hand and starts reading the contents. “Truth of you feelings, huh.. Do you like someone, love?” His smile is wide as he laughs. I try grabbing the book out of his hands- hand, but he moves swiftly.

“Give it back Killian!”

“I don’t think I will, who is it you like anyway?”

I ignored his question as heat rose to my cheeks. “It doesn’t matter! Give me the book!”

He leaned down to be infront of my face, “Tell me and I will.” I get his breathe on my face, it smelt of rum. I froze for a second before I looked up at him and spoke softly, “Please Killian, we need to find information on Zelena..” his look darkened, I’m not sure with what but he didn’t seem mad..

“And this is information on Zelena? Didn’t know you liked green like that.” He gave a light chuckle and handed me the book. “That’s not- Oh my fucking god. Let’s just keep looking.” I turned away from the smiling pirate and put the book back in its spot.

We continued searching until we found a few books that could be helpful. There was a small desk near the back of the library with a lamp and some bookmarks. I had been sitting in one of the chairs that was with the desk, Killian sat beside me.

“Y’know this is the first time we’ve ever been alone together..”

His eared perked up, “No it isn’t, we’ve been alone on the Jolly Roger.”

“No, Emma, Mary Margaret, and David were all there. I think Regina was aswell.”

“What about at granny’s?”

“Definitely not..” I chuckle.

“Well- what about at the well.”

“Regina and Emma.”

We both have completely set down our books by now and have lost all attention to what we came here to do.

“Wow, I’ve never noticed it seems.”

I don’t know why it stung a bit when he said that but, it did. What was I thinking? I was barely even aware of my own feelings so why is this suddenly so serious? That and everyone knows he pines after Emma Swan. I mean who wouldn’t? She’s beautiful, smart-witted, and resilient even through everything. What have I ever done that’s been of importance? I’m just some..girl. I’ve never done anything that has amount to something. Even back in the enchanted forest, I was no one. I helped Snow hide from the Evil queen for a bit but nothing more. Emma is a savior, the product of true love. How could I even allow myself the fantasy of me and Killian?

“It’s probably because I struggle with keeping my eyes off you so often that it seems that it’s just the two of us.”

I feel my body freeze in place as my eyes widen, “W-what?” Is all I can mutter out. “You’re quite the beautiful woman Love,” He leans in, our noses almost touching, “and I can’t keep myself under control sometimes when you’re around.” I look into his piercing blue eyes. “Then don’t..” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, it seems I even took Killian by surprise but he leaned right in and kissed me. The kiss was passionate, sweet, and soft. His lips felt slightly chapped but I didn’t mind. The smell of the sea, rum, and desire was overtaking my senses. I broke the kiss first, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. “Please Killian…”

“Please what, Love?”

“Please, touch me more.” I run my hands up over the laces of the leather covering his skin. “Let me touch you more..” my eyes wander down seeing the tiniest bit of chest hair hiding under his shirts. “Are you sure about that love? I wouldn’t want to get in the way of whom ever you liked earlier. Who you were going to speak the truth about your feelings to.”

“No, no, you wouldn’t be in the way..Please.”

“Are you sure? You might have to tell who this lucky mystery person is.”

“Killian…”

“Tell me.” His eyes darken as he felt down my thigh and squeezed. “You..it’s you Killian. I want you.”

“Mm, that’s all you had to say, Love.” He then desperately catches my lips in a sloppy kiss. I hear him moan lightly as I capture it in my mouth. I start instinctively ripping at the laces of the black leather vest. Killian of course noticed and help by taking off his jacket. Before I can continue however he suddenly picks me up from my thighs and sets me on the table. “Much better..” he grabs my lips again in a heated kiss. I continue at his laces before ripping then undone, “gentle love.” He smiled at me. “Sorry..”

“Don’t be, I do like you needy.” He slightly chuckled when he spoke sending another wave of heat to my cheeks. He’s somehow still just as adorable as he is handsome. “You are beautiful..” I couldn’t help but hold his face in my hands, feeling his pokey gruff and soft skin. “No, you’re the beautiful one, love” I smile and for a moment and forget the world around us. This, this is all I ever wanted. This happiness. I leaned in and kissed him softly and he equally kissed me just as soft and sweet as ever. Is this what true love feels like? Maybe love is overzealous and a much to strong word for something so young but, I truly am so happy.

I feel his hands slowly make their way up my body till they were at my breasts. He fondles and massages them lovingly. The kiss gets increasingly more eager and hungry. “Allow me to take this off?” I feel him grabbing the bottom of my shirt, almost ripping it off with the sheer force of his grip. “Go ahead.” I didn’t have to tell him twice, he took it off so quickly I almost fell off the desk.

I feel the cool metal of his rings caress my now naked skin. He slides his hand around to the back of my shirt and uses his hook to snap my clasp. It slightly smacks my back making me shiver, but it strangely felt so..satisfying. He uses his hook to slide off my bra from my shoulders. I watch as Killian then continues to take off his hook and sets it on the table beside me. He leans down and begins kissing my neck and collarbone, peppering me in soft kisses. The feeling almost tickles then he continues further down to my breasts. He then circles his tongue around my bud before taking it into my mouth. He uses his hand to grope my other breast, “Mmph” I moan but conceal it by using my hand to cover my mouth. “No, don’t you dare cover those darling sounds.” I feel him pitch my nipple at this sentence, I squeak from the pleasure. “Mm-more, please~” He smiles at me before taking a set back.

“Are you sure about this, Love?”

“Yes. 100%”

“Oh, thanks the gods-“ He quickly rushes to my lips once more grabbing my face and hungrily smashing his lips into mine. “Mmph- this isn’t fair, you still have your mm- shirt on-“ I try catching my breath in between rough kisses. Quickly breaking the kiss Killian pulls his shirt over his head and goes straight back to kissing me. His hands go straight to the hem of my skirt trying to yank it off my body. I giggle at his actions and help him, taking my panties off with them to make everything much easier.

After I do I finally look up to see Killian’s face, he’s stepped back now just staring at me in awe. “What’s the matter?” I giggle into my sentence. “You are so, beautiful. You’re perfect my dear..” I shy away from his words when I feel him come in between my legs once again and take my chin into his hand. “Hey, look at me. You’re the most gorgeous woman I know, seen, touched. Don’t you shy away from that.” I feel his finger find their way to my hair as he leads my head into another deep kiss. I pull Killian in by the belt and unbuckle it. I pull it out of the loops and let it drop to the floor.

“Pants, please.”

“Yes ma’am”

Killian takes a pause and unbuttons his pants and unzips them, pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock was practically touching his stomach, leaking with sticky pre-cum. It was a decent width but very long. I was so mesmerized I didn’t even realize I was staring. “I’m glad you like the view, Love-” I looked up embarrassed, my face hot & most likely red. “But my eyes are up here.” He lifts my chin up with his hand again. I stare into his sparking blue eyes as they glimmer with lust & desire.

His hand goes from my chin down my neck and he gently squeezes. I a choked moan escaped from my lips when he did so. “Oh, do you like that Love?”

“Mm Mmhm~” I look up at him with pleading eyes. “Do you want it darling?” All I do is nod my head. “Words. lovely”

“Yes. Yes, please Killian. I want it- I want you so bad.”

“I didn’t even have to ask you to beg, such a good girl~”

I felt my core melt at his words, I was practically oozing with arousal. “Please, please give your cock to me, please.” I continue pleading with both my eyes and words. “If you wish, Love.” With that I feel his tip aline with my velvet folds. “Are you ready?” I eagerly nodded my head to the question.

I feel the head enter inside and before I know it I’m taking inch by inch as Killian whispers all kind of sweet & dirty things in my ear. I slowly become louder & louder as he continues. “Ah~ you were made for me love. You feel so good.” He continued moaning soft grunts in my ear. He had began a stable pace for a while, all I could hear was the wet slops of our juices mixing with one another’s, and his grunts in my ear. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively. “Y-you are such a good girl for me, Love” The grip he held on my thighs getting rougher, his pace quicker and sloppier, and more erratic. All I could do was let my mouth fall open and let the sounds roll out.

“Yes, j-just like that darling~”

“Ah~ god Killian!~ please, finish inside, fill me up, please, please.” I felt his dick twitch inside me as he slams inside me deeper and harder with each thrust.

“Are you s-sure love?~”

“Absolutely!!~”

“A-as you wish-“ Killian continues slamming into me causing the table to bang against the wall, The lamp has fallen over and the grip moved from my thigh to my throat. Everything felt so good- to good. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt the knot in my stomach begin to break and then- stars. That’s all I saw. Pleasure washed over my body causing my legs to shake around Killian’s waist losing strength to keep them wrapped around, but Killian continues pounding into me mercilessly. I still manage to choke out the most pornst⭐️r moans possible as he continues. “T-to- AH~ much!!~”

“C’mon, you can take it love-“ I already feel my own juices dripping from my leg and all over his cock making the wettest of sounds. His cock starts twitching and his moans become louder and thrust more erratic. “God you are amazing~” once he reaches the end of his sentence he cums deep in my cervix, coating my walls white in his sperm.

Both still catching our breaths I kiss Killian’s jaw in soft and sloppy kisses. “You are quite the woman, Love.”

“You not too bad your self.” I retort back, “Your, amazing..”

“As much as I love staring and holding you like this we are in a public library, Love. Door is still unlocked.”

“Oh shit your right- lets get dressed-“ We both quickly grab our clothes off the floor and try to hurrying get dressed when we hear a group come in.

“Hook! Y/N! Are you guys here?” Emma. Shit shit shit, I’m still half dressed.

“Y/N!” And snow. Could this get any worse?

“Where are these bafoons?” And Regina. It can get worse. I finish putting my clothes back on and trying to smooth out the wrinkles and fix my hair. “There you are! What took you two so long to answer-..oh. Seems you two had fun.”

“Listen Regina it’s not what it looks like-“

“I do not care, but we are trying to save storybrooke and more importantly my son so if you could do it on your own time that’d be great.”

“What’s going on over here?”

“Nothing, Emma.”

All I can see is Killian give me a little wink before turning away, pointing to my legs as a small drop of white ran down my leg.

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This is my first story 😨 so please be kind. Y’all at the end idk what I was on but it was 9:30pm then 1:25am-

(Also I didn’t proofread I’m so tired 💀)

#killian jones #ouat #ouat fandom #smut #captain hook #pookie #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #silly little guy #fanfic smut #smut fanfiction

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lushvbes · 2 years

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Neighbours - Chris Evans

Pairing : Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Word count : 1.1k

Warnings : Strangers to lovers, sexual thoughts (mostly on Chris' part), alludes to smut, 18+

PART 2

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The house next door to Chris' had been empty since he bought his own. Until recently, that is, when an unfamiliar pick-up truck pulled up outside, with 3 dogs in the back.

Walking into his kitchen and shoving his jacket off, Chris observed carefully through the window at the young woman hugging the older woman who he assumed to be the realtor.

Taking a step back, she was expressing her admiration, before the realtor was off on her way.

As she turned around to watch the realtor walk away and drive off, Chris got a good look at her face, butterflies arousing in the depth of his stomach.

"Well aren't you such a pretty little thing?" He muttered to himself, taking a deep breath.

"Dodger!" He called out for his furry companion. "I think it's time for a walk buddy."

Taking Dodger outside, he saw you standing by your car. Bending over, you were trying to kill him by flipping your hair down to gather and tie up.

God, he wanted to tie you up.

Bent over, ass in the air, he could feel himself stiffening the more he looked at you.

Just gotta walk it off, he thought and forced himself to start to walk away.

He didn't want to take his eyes off of you.

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Chris was walking back down the street, Dodger striding happily beside him. Thoughts had been running through his mind since he left his home.

Heavy breathing. Hands all over your body. He could only imagine what those tits of yours look like.

A sudden loud bark and pull on the lead forced him out of his fantasies.

Dodger was pulling, squirming to get away and run to what seemed to be the other pups in the back of your truck.

"Hey," Chris tried to take control of the dog. "Dodge, come on."

Three more successive loud barks and Chris could barely control him anymore.

The attention was grabbed of the dogs in the car, barking back, seemingly in some sort of language.

"Hi," you called out, and came flitting down the stairs on the front porch. He did a double take. "Sorry, I think they're a bit pent up from a long car ride. I'm Y/N, I just bought this house."

Y/N. God she was even more beautiful up close.

Chris had to take a moment to remember how to talk.

"Chris," he introduced himself. "I live next door."

"It's nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too." He had known about you for all of an hour and he was already obsessed. And he was desperate to cling onto anything he could to keep you close. "So, where did you move from?"

He swore your smile could light up the whole city.

"Baltimore."

"Wow, long drive."

"Yeah, 7 hours, I think it was?"

He let out a huff of air.

"Why'd you move here?"

He just had to know more about you.

"New job," he raised his eyebrows. "I'm a doctor."

"Wow. A doctor, huh?"

You nodded.

Impressive, more than just a pretty face.

"Exciting."

He didn't know what to say next.

Change the subject, keep the conversation going.

"What are your dog's names?"

"Uh, Major Tom," you pointed to the biggest of the dogs, "Short Rib," the brown and white spotted one, "and Mac and Cheese."

"You named your dog Mac and Cheese?" You nodded. "I like it."

"Who's this little guy's name?" You asked back, squatting down to stroke Dodger's head.

"Dodger."

You went silent for a second, thinking.

"Baseball?" You questioned.

A laugh escaped him.

"Yeah."

"Nice. Hi buddy."

You continued your little conversation with Dodger, scratching behind his ears and smiling widely.

"So how's it going?" Chris asked, his deep blue eyes meeting yours. "I know moving days are always stressful."

A sigh left your lips as your chest heaved. He couldn't help but sneak a peek. God, you were beautiful.

"It's been insane," You started your rant. "My fridge doesn't work, and the moving truck with all of my shit got delayed, so now it's coming- well, it's supposed to come tomorrow, but it got delayed to Sunday, but apparently everyone has to take Sunday off," you rolled your eyes. "So it's really coming Monday. If it even is coming at this point. I only packed for a night so all I've got is a mattress, a couple packets of dog food, and a box of clothes. And the power isn't on yet. So I'm relying on my solar powered portable charger. And then, on top of all of that, the water's off, but not in the whole house, it's just off in the showers, so they don't work."

"My shower works."

He said it without thinking.

Regret filled his mind. Not regret, but, something definitely akin to it.

Embarassment? Maybe.

Nerves? Without a doubt.

The look in your eyes made Chris feel a shriveling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Would it be totally insane if I used it?"

He let out a breath of relief.

"Not at all."

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You felt insane.

What were you thinking, showering in the house of a man you just met?

Admittedly a very, very attractive man who made your head go fuzzy, but a stranger nonetheless.

"Towels are just in here, call out if you need any help with the shower."

Chris walked out of the bathroom, softly shutting the door behind him before you could reply.

He simply did something to you that you couldn't explain.

You quickly got a towel out of the cabinet and undressed before you let your thoughts get too far.

Pulling the handle of the shower and turning it a little to the left, it felt stuck. Pulling a little harder, it felt even more jammed and there was no water coming out of the showerhead.

Wrapping the towel around you, you opened the bathroom door and called out for Chris. He showed up inexplicably fast.

"I think there's something wrong with your showerhead." His eyebrows furrowed. "It's not working."

He slid past you and into the bathroom. You couldn't ignore the way your breasts lightly brushed his hard chest.

"Sometimes it sticks, I'm sorry."

With a bit of a jiggle and a little maneuver, water started pouring from the head.

It was only when Chris turned around a little too quickly that you had noticed how close you were standing behind him.

In an instant, his chest was touching yours, your eyes timidly moving up to look at him. You almost felt dwarfed by his sheer size.

He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, tilting his head down to look at you. You hadn't dared to move.

His hands came up and rested on your waist.

"Are you thinking about the same thing that I'm thinking about?"

His voice had gotten deeper, sending a shock down your spine and straight to your core.

"Yes," you breathed.

"Good girl."

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x fem!reader #chris evans smut #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagine #this is my first fic #pls be nice

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