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Work Me Out
Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader
Genre: Smut, 18+
Warnings: working out, flirting, touching, almost car sex, making out, breast play, fingering, oral, face sitting, multiple sex positions, big dick mingyu, protected sex (gasp!), strength kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking :) lover boy gyu as always. let me know if i missed anything!
Length: ~5k
Note: y'all thought cheol rot was bad but the OG bias wrecker is back. dont come at me for gym terminology i go by vibes. replaced my gym crush with mingyu and this is what happened <3 i have a bonus/pt 2 in the drafts too but I'll wait to post it bc too much muscle pig mingyu is bad for the soul... and the [redacted]
to the anon that sent me a seok ask forever ago about his arms, im sorry i used it in this fic. but know i have a seok fic with exactly what you asked for in the works rn. everyone say thank you anon.
@bbychocolat do not hit my line about mingyu for at least 24 business hours i need to recover
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Figuring out the ins and outs of a new gym isn’t easy but it isn’t impossible. Go too early and you’re surrounded by creepy men old enough to be your grandfather. Right after work is a sure way to experience hoards of gym bros crowding around machines like they own them.
So you go as late as possible.
Only a handful of people are dispersed through the large space. A few run on the treadmills lined on the catwalk of the second floor, several switch through different weights in front of the mirrors. You make your way through the maze of equipment towards the leg press; your final sets before you can go home and wash away the grime of the day.
Or you would if someone wasn’t occupying the one machine you need.
Peeping your head around, you notice a black backpack and matching water bottle on the ground. You glance around, unable to find a clear owner since the next closest person is halfway across the gym doing a different exercise.
Would it be that rude to take the machine out from under someone if they’re not even using it? You could probably get in all your sets before the person even came back if you moved quickly.
You wait a few minutes. How embarrassing would it be to have the mystery person walk back up the second you sat down? But after five minutes pass and no one emerges to claim the spot, you set about changing the weights out.
And just when you slip into the seat, you look up and find someone approaching.
He’s tall, he’s handsome, and he’s barely ten feet away. Your saving grace is that he hasn’t spotted you yet thanks to his phone.
But that doesn’t last long.
“Oh! Sorry! Were you using this machine?” You ask, trying to sound cordial.
“It’s okay!” He smiles at you. “Do you need it?”
Yes.
“No, I can find something else to do.”
You rise to do just that when he stops you with a shrug.
“I don’t mind sharing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I take long breaks between my sets anyway so it’s no big deal.”
So that’s where he went.
“Okay, thanks.”
“No problem.”
He moves to lean against the wall, face buried in his phone once again as you work through your set. Honestly you think he forgot you were even there until you start standing up and he pushes off his perch.
Exchanging polite smiles, you skirt around him and snag your water bottle before occupying the same spot against the painted bricks. You try not to be a creep but watching the way the muscles in his legs bulge and coil with each rep is impossible to look away from. Especially when there’s just so much to look at.
He racks up twelve reps with ease and switches back off with you before wandering out of sight.
You work through two of your sets before he comes teetering back.
“I tried putting it back to your weight.” You laugh, sipping from your water bottle.
“Three forty? Ouch.”
“What? Should I have made it lighter?”
“Try heavier. Like four hundred.”
“My sincerest apologies.” You mock, placing your hand over your heart. “I’ll remember that next time.”
He laughs again before slipping back into the seat and working through the motions.
This time you don’t bother hiding the way you watch him over your phone. He looks good, it’d be a waste not to watch the swell of his chest or the stretch of his thighs. The gym shorts and snug black t-shirt only exacerbate how cut his physique is.
And if he makes a comment you can always twist your not so subtle gawking into a compliment about his form.
When he finishes his set again, he snags his bag and water bottle off the ground before turning to you. “All yours. Have a good night.”
“Yeah, you too.”
And he’s gone.
Over the next few weeks, you learn mystery man works out at the same time you. He’s there when you arrive and remains when you leave after an hour and a half of sweating and gasping like a dying fish, only absent on Wednesdays when you manage the most last luster workouts of your life. The disappointment the first time you realized you were looking for the backwards cap sticking out amongst the free weights would have been embarrassing but what's wrong with a little eye candy while breaking a sweat?
And what a great view he makes. Your brief peeks into the mirrored walls are full of nothing straining muscles and glowing skin. The first day he did arms in a cutoff tee will go down in history as the worst day of your life. Only rivaled by all the other days he works his legs in shorts accentuating just how nice his ass is with every squat.
Your friends all ask when you’re going to talk to him again. As if you’ll just walk right up and interrupt the best part of your day. No, you’d rather watch him move across the gym floor from the corner of your eye, throw him a friendly nod, and go about your business than run the risk of making things awkward.
Unfortunately, doesn’t possess the same desire to remain a friendly nameless face like you do.
His name is Mingyu. Or that’s what the employee with glasses calls him while they joke around one night. You don’t mean to eavesdrop but they’re loud and the only exit takes you right past the U-shaped desk. Mingyu throws a grin as you pass by on your way out and the flash of teeth spikes your heart rate higher than any exercise you’ve done that night.
When he officially introduces himself at the water fountain the next night, you have to bite the urge to tell him ‘I know.’ Instead you snort at his extended hand, providing your own name over the firm shake like you won’t be haunted by the feeling of the calluses on his fingers or the heat of his palm for the next week.
What’s worse is how he says your name back, rolling the sound across his tongue and past his quirked lips.
And the final nail in the coffin is when you leave and you see the way he turns in the glass doors to watch, bidding you a goodnight with your name signed at the end.
Mingyu might be the worst gym crush in the world. Mostly because your thoughts of him extend beyond the brick walls he should only exist in. And partially because he’s caught you staring more times than you care to admit.
Not as many times as you’ve caught him, but the point stands.
No, the worst part, you find out, is Mingyu is an incorrigible flirt. And he knows it.
Tonight you’re off schedule, runny nearly half an hour later than usual.; work clothes sticking to your skin as you make your way towards the off shooting hall housing the entrance to the locker rooms. In a rush, you step around another body only to end up in front of one much more familiar.
“There's my girl.” Mingyu smiles. “Thought you were skipping out on me.”
My girl. My girl. My girl, my girl, my girl….
There isn’t a thought in your head beyond the bold casualness he drops that bomb on you with so you nod awkwardly and force yourself not to sprint the next twenty feet to hide.
Half an hour later, when you catch him watching you in the mirror over his own weights, the bastard smiles like the cat who caught the canary.
But you end up on top when Mingyu offers to spot you while doing weighted squats. He’s at your back, an appropriate amount of space between your bodies you wish he’d close. You don’t need his help. Your form is better than his (you would know, his ass and thighs give you tunnel vision when its his leg day). And the weight on the bar isn’t even enough to make you strain but why pass up on the offer? Especially with how Mingyu meets your eyes over your shoulder in the mirror with each dip.
And then he cheers ‘that’s my girl’ again when you re-rack the equipment with ease and it's over.
“Shit,” you grunt.
Mingyu pops up from his perch between your breasts under your shirt, hair a mess and eyes glazed. “Good?”
“No, your steering wheel is in my back.” You wince, attempting to wiggle away and ending up further up his lap.
“Sorry, let me just…”
The seat flies back under your combined weight, throwing your forehead right into Mingyu’s chin.
“Fuck!”
“Oh my god!” You gasp. “Are you okay?”
Mingyu’s head falls back as he releases a massive sigh. Each second that ticks by has you both coming to the same conclusion.
“Yeah,” you breath, sitting up. “I think this was a bad idea.”
“Oh…”
“I just mean like your car is small and you’re too big and I—“
The guffaw Mingyu tries to hide slips free too easily. “That’s what she said.”
“God, you’re gross.”
Your nose crinkles as you rise up, using his chest for leverage. It feels as nice as it looks and its the worst knowledge you’ve gained in you life.
“Sticks and stones,” he hums.
“Well this was fun. I’ll ugh… see you around?”
When you try to shift back into the passenger seat to exit, Mingyu’s hands flex over your thighs to keep you in his lap. His sweats do nothing to hide his semi. Something he doesn’t even seem to consider as a concern given the way he unconsciously curls into you.
“Or we can go back to mine.”
He’s trying and failing to sound nonchalant. Like he won’t go home and fuck his fist in the shower with the echoes of your sighs filling his ears if you turn him down. You can see it in his eyes. What hinges on his offer and how much you’ll both regret it if the tension fizzles and dies in his SUV.
From where you’re sitting, it’s incredibly difficult to think with your head and not your hormones. Mingyu is hot, he’s nice, he seems decent enough. His behavior doesn’t hint at him being a creep. If he’s normal enough to fuck in his car, is he not normal enough to fuck in the comfort of a bed?
The thumb stroking your thighs and the hopeful eyes staring you down make the decision for you.
“Yeah, okay.”
With his address in your phone’s GPS, you trail after his SUV in your own car. The roads are familiar because they’re the same roads you drive when you return to your apartment that turns out to be only three blocks closer to the gym than Mingyu’s.
All this time he’d been so close and you never even realized. Did he think about you the same way you thought about him when he drove home? If he did, you’re in for a night.
Rolling into a space only a few down from where he parks, you pause to hype yourself up.
People have sex all the time. It’s no big deal. I can do this.
A knock at the window interrupts your spiral, finding Mingyu smiling sheepishly through the glass. The muscles in your chest squeeze when he opens the door and holds it for you to exit; and threaten to explode when his hand finds the small of your back and guides you towards the stairwell.
Footsteps echo down to the hall, Mingyu only a fraction ahead to lead the way to a non-descript door with a seasonal doormat that's seen better days.
“Ugh, this is it.”
His apartment is shockingly clean for a guy your age. Not clean in the ‘I don’t own enough shit to even be dirty’ way. No, Mingyu’s apartment is cozy. There’s throw pillows and blankets on the couch. He has a lamp and bookshelf in the corner and the walls are adorned with a collage of artwork thoughtfully pieced together. Several personal photos are littered throughout, some with an obviously younger Mingyu propped next to what must be a sister or a cousin, a few of him with friends. One of him and a familiar man with glasses, their faces blurry but the glee clear as they’re frozen in time. Your lips lift with a soft smile at the personal touches bleeding into every corner of his space.
Turning over your shoulder you ask, “You and the guy at the gym are friends?”
Mingyu’s watching you with something unidentifiable in his eyes, stepping forward to figure out which frame you're looking at until he’s only a foot behind you.
“Yeah, we went to the same middle school.”
“And this one?” You say, fingers tracing the edge of the wooden frame.
“My little sister.” Mingyu follows, still only a step behind.
“And I’m assuming these are your parents?”
“Actually those are Wonwoo’s parents.” He chuckles. “These are my parents.”
Mingyu’s arm reaches around to point at the correct photo, his chest brushing against your back.
“Wanna give me the tour?”
Mingyu manages to show you everything in five minutes. The living room and connected kitchen you’re already standing in, the door of the hall bathroom, and finally his bedroom. You take a seat on the edge of the bed, discovering the new smattering of details that uncover more about the man waiting with baited breath in the threshold.
“Why are you over there?” You ask.
With arms crossed and shoulders up to his ears, Mingyu resembles a kid waiting to be scolded rather than a man who tried to hook up with you in his car less than thirty minutes ago.
“I’m nervous.”
You can’t stop the satisfaction from spreading to your face. “I make you nervous?”
Mingyu pushes off the door jam, shuffling forward until he’s standing a foot in front of you. “Yeah. I don’t really do stuff like this.”
“Stuff like what? Try and fuck girls in your car?”
“Haha.” Mingyu mocks, face descending until he rubs his nose with yours.
Your eyes slip closed when his do, breathing each other's air. “Stuff like what, Gyu?”
Your hands find the material of his shirt stretched across his shoulder. Each brush of his lips across your cheek, down your jaw, until he finds your ear.
“I don’t sleep around with girls I’m not dating.”
Oh.
“We don’t hav—”
“Which is not the best way to ask you out.”
You press him out of your space, far enough that you can look him in the eyes and see if he’s serious. The tips of Mingyu’s ears burn red but he’s looking right at you despite how embarrassed he clearly feels.
“You’re asking me on a date?”
“Ugh, yeah. I think it’d be fun. But you don’t have to! If you just wanna do this that's fine t—”
Whatever words Mingyu was trying to say fizzle on the tip of his tongue as you pull him into a kiss. He curls over you, pressing you further into his bed with every fervent pass. Wedging one hand under the small of your back, Mingyu lifts you up and carries you while he crawls to the center.
Your mind wanders to all the other ways he can manhandle you into the mattress.
He settles flat against you, hips cradled between your own while delving into your mouth. You fill your hands with his ass, dragging Mingyu’s covered cock against your core. A groan backs apart your lips as Mingyu falls into the curve of your neck.
“This is a yes to the date by the way.” You pant now that he’s taken over, hands scratching up his back in an effort to get rid of his shirt. “In case that wasn’t clear.”
Mingyu’s clothes disappear over his head and across the room, yours following shortly after. The heat of bare skin on bare skin is better than anything until he takes one of your breasts in his palm and the other in his mouth.
Every curse you know flies through your lips as he sucks and pinches until you're sore between the legs.
He takes the squeeze of your thighs and the rock of your hips as a greenlight, hands leading where his lips follow until it’s nothing but your panty clad core an inch from his face.
“This okay?” Mingyu asks in the fat of your thigh, tongue trailing fire across the skin.
You nod with a sigh, “Mingyu, please.”
He doesn’t need much more than that, the fabric barrier gone in a blink and his nose traces your folds until he’s dying for a taste.
Mingyu eats pussy like he doesn’t need oxygen. The path of his pointed tongue around your clit is nothing short of precise, meticulously tracing every ridge and curve until the sheets stretch under your fingers. When he flattens it to pay broader attention, your legs squeeze and Mingyu’s hands force them wide around his shoulders.
Your feet flatten on the bed and thrust up his mouth, wet and crude with fingers in his hair and your whines in his ears. Every suck of Mingyu’s mouth forces the muscles in your neck to lerch until they hurt and your head falls back. He takes pride in the way you drip for him, making the best mess he’s ever had the privilege to clean up.
You reward him with an lavishing praise at the next twitch of your insides, “Fuck, just like that.”
Taking advantage of the slight arch in your spine, Mingyu’s hand sneaks under your back, fingers unforgiving as they dig into your ass. He curls your hips up and buries a finger in your core with mortifying ease.
Between your legs, Mingyu catches your eyes. Pupils blown wide, mouths bruised around stuttered breath. A matching set of debauched expressions. He’s more familiar like this; skin glowing with sweat, and hair matted to his forehead. Next time you see him at the gym you know it's all you’ll think about. Next time you're alone in your room, or the shower, or the grocery store. Or anywhere you’ve day dreamed about him before.
He leans back to watch the digit disappear, only to reappear soaking. “Feels good?”
“Give me another and it will.”
You savor the rhythm he sets, thick fingers working to prep you for what you felt under his shorts. His tongue is hard and wet at your clit, fingers stretching and spreading until your stomach dips and you nearly buck him off as your clit swells from abuse.
Your fingers pluck at your nipples and Mingyu apparently likes to watch because he manages more enthusiasm, forces his finger to crook just the right way, and continues to suck even after you start screaming.
“Oh fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chant, voice cracked.
Something sounding suspiciously like a ‘thank you’ drops into the mix but Mingyu’s the only one to hear it. In his opinion, he should be the one doing the thanking; you just gave him enough spank bank material for the next six months.
You don’t dislike the taste of yourself on his tongue, his lips, his chin, his cheeks, and even his chest when you flip Mingyu over and aim to return the favor. He blushes when you lap against the hollow of his throat; embarrassed from the way he goes boneless with such simple affection.
He sinks into the plush of the mattress, propped up by the mountain of pillows at the headboard. Mingyu’s stomach stiffens under your tongue and the twitch blooms a smile on your face. Predictable.
“Sensitive?”
Your nails raking up the shape of his thighs turn the denial falling from his lips into a whine, and it makes you wonder what other sounds Mingyu will make with his cock in your mouth.
The vein bulging along the underside of his length gives your tongue something to trace along as you lap from base to flared tip, sucking down until it shines from spit and pre-cum. You take all you can until the curve of your throat protests.
Mingyu’s big and he’s loud.
“Oh God, shit.” He babbles with abandon, hands fisted at his sides until his knuckles turn pale.
You focus on the cock in your mouth rather than how pretty Mingyu’s chest would look covered in bite marks. How a bruise on his hip would be just visible when he reaches over his head to do pull ups, and red streaks from your nails on his bicep would make a great accessory.
A hand lands on the base of your skull, gentle until it's not. His thumb dips to stroke the bulge of his dick through your throat as you take him deeper. And like some ridiculous porno theres still an inch you’ll never be able to take even if you do nothing but let him fucking your mouth until the only thing you taste is cum.
“Fuuuuck,” Mingyu groans from a harsh suck on the upstroke.
He distracts you with his tongue on yours, keeping you from diving back down and destroying his ego from how quick you almost made him cum. Your one solace is the lazy grip you have on the base of Mingyu’s length, fingers tightening around the head while he cants into the squeeze.
You think Mingyu is going to plant you on his cock and make you ride it until one of you is crying. But he keeps pushing and pulling until you’re kneeling over his face, knees cushioned in the pillows and hands against the wall to steady you while he dives in again.
His head shakes back and forth, tongue out to swipe messily at your clit as you grind into his face. The last grip of sanity you have gives you the mind to reach back, jerking Mingyu off while he eats it, a cycle of moans moving through you; him into your folds when you squeeze from a grating pass off his tongue that has you whining to the ceiling fan.
“Shit, need you to fuck me.” You whine but don’t stop curling against the latch of his lips, legs stiff with ache.
It’s Mingyu who brings things to a halt, raising you away from his mouth until you're left on your knees while he stands to rummage in the drawer for a condom. You listen while the paint of the wall cools your forehead.
The hand at the dip of your spine makes you melt when he checks in, “Still okay?”
Nodding, you find him over your shoulder with a thick swallow. Mingyu’s nose follows the slope of your muscles, lips untying all the knots he’s worked into them over the past few weeks.
“Want it like this?”
“Yeah.”
You drop until your chest meets the bed and arch until it hurts just to put on a good show. Mingyu shuffles behind you, knocking your knees wider with his own, palms molding to your ass and spreading it apart to take a good look like he wasn’t tongue deep inside your pussy already. The room is nothing more than the sounds of grounding breaths; Mingyu watching the way your torso moves around the air, releasing a long exhale before moving closer.
The feel of his chest against yours was great, but the hard muscle of it along your back, his chain caught between and leaving a definitive mark, is life ruining. It shreds the last bit of humanity you’ve been clinging to since you dragged Mingyu to the parking lot and tried to stick your hands down his pants while leant against the passenger door.
No matter how well Mingyu stretched you for his cock it was never going to be enough. Taking the first inch nearly splits you in half. But you're soaked and needy; nothing short of the end of the world is going to keep you from getting the satisfaction of feeling him in your guts. You take it with measured breaths and affirmations to relax. Slow arches of his hips work him in until he’s flat with your ass and whispering absolute depravity into your ears.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
Arching your ass higher, you whimper, “You’re huge.”
Your ass stings under his punishing hand, thrown forward by an involuntary buck of his hips.
“Don’t say that.”
You turn until you can look over your shoulder again, meeting wild eyes. “You feels so good.” You moan, eyelids low and wrecked.
“Didn’t—shit, think you’d have such a dirty mouth.” He bites into the side of your neck, sucking a bruise like a depraved teenager.
“I knew you’d have a fat cock.”
You get what you want so easily it's almost insulting; Mingyu’s hand forcing your face into the sheets and his hips rushing into you with pure need. Every prod into your cunt has you wailing. It’d destroy your self respect if you could think of anything beyond how he’s ruining you for anyone else.
Pillows topple off the edge of the bed as you scramble for a hold. Anything to ground you against the burn in your veins with every tight squeeze around Mingyu’s cock. His balls slap against your clit teasingly, more degrading than the way he has you bent in half.
“Harder,” you beg.
Mingyu falls back on his haunches, pulling you with him until you're sitting up right. His arm comes into view, curling around neck until your throat sits in the crux of his elbow and his hand latches on your shoulder; a crude headlock he uses as leverage to keep fucking into you. You’ve been choked but this is infinitely better. Whatever Mingyu wants to take from you, he’s in a position to do so.
“Gonna cum?” He nips into your earlobe.
His hand shoves its way between your legs, swipe roughly against your clit before you can even hope to answer.
A pathetic nod is all you manage thanks to the muscles gathered under your chin limiting your mobility.
Mingyu let's go then and your hands prevent a crash into the headboard, putting you back in the same position as before but you have to work for it now; ass bouncing in his laps as you ride him. Finding your balance, you drop one hand to your clit as Mingyu’s pinch your nipples.
“Let me have it, let me make you come." Mingyu pants into your spine. "Fuck you look so good like this, shit.”
He keeps rambling, flying with you towards the edge hand in hand; both breathless from the slap of your thighs against his.
“Mingyu, feel so good. Oh my god, oh my g—”
The softness of the pillows greets you once again while everything flashes white. Mingyu scrambles behind, fucking you into the mattress while you soak his cock. Muscles twitching, teeth ground till they crack, you come and come and come while begging him to do the same.
Mingyu gives in without hesitation, all his weight behind his hips as he fills the condom; dragging you back with an arm around your waist. Every jerk of his cock against your walls from the force makes you vibrate until he’s slipping out, soiled and used against the back of your thigh.
The last thing you register is his lips finding your shoulder again, rubbing back and forth as he comes down.
You fall asleep under the heat of his body for who knows how long, content in the mind shattering numbness of what just happened. Mingyu seems to feel the same, dead weight hanging half off you so you can at least manage to breath.
When you wake, whether it's twenty minutes or two hours later, Mingyu is snoring into the pillow, still naked. His lips pout in his sleep and you swallow the urge to shower them with kisses thanks to the drool at the corner of his mouth.
Even without the covers, you're warm. The kind of heat that slips over your skin, sinks into your bones and keens for you to fall asleep and stay. But Mingyu asked you on a date, not to spend the night. And you’d hate to assume and ruin whatever this is before it as a chance to start.
“Where are you going?” He pouts.
You don't make it two inches out of his arms before he’s pulling you back, tangling them around you so there's no chance of unnoticed escape. Mingyu digs his nose into your cheek and waits for an answer like he has all the time in the world.
Something tells you if he knew you were attempting to head home, Mingyu would throw a fit. And what use is that when you want to see what a night sleep with a giant human furnace is like?
“Bathroom.”
Adding to the list of information you’ve learned, Mingyu is a stage five clinger. He latches on to your back, guiding you into the shower stall for a quick spray down that leaves half your face, part of your thigh, and almost none of him clean.
He falls asleep against the base of your skull while brushing your teeth, because of course he has a stash of extra toothbrushes under the sink just in case.
And when you crawl under the fresh sheets, he pulls you into his chest, leaves a kiss against your forehead, and tells you he can’t wait for your breakfast date tomorrow.
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3k1 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3
Summary: Joel surprises you with a present
Warnings: 18+ mdni. PWP. Established relationship, sexting, sex toy, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, spitting, spanking, size kink, praise kink, oral (f/m), ball sucking, rimming, ass play, dp, cum play.
No age specified, no outbreak
a/n: same couple: 5 days collection, but can be read alone
@not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you for correcting me babyyyyy 💕🫶🫂
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“What is it?”
Your eyes lit up when you saw the gift package. It was magnificent. All black, both box and ribbon. You looked up at Joel, who was staring at you with a smile.
“The best way to find out is to open it, isn’t it?”
You pulled on one of the ribbons and lifted the top part of the box, to discover a dildo resting on black satin. The dark pink of the accessory contrasted with all the black. You couldn't take your eyes off it, because of its size. Long, wide and…with a familiar shape.
“You can take it out of the box, it ain’t gonna bite you. Yet.” He didn't hide his amusement when he saw your face. When you picked up the sex toy, you said “oh my god Joel, is this…?”
“A replica, yeah. You've said so many times that you wish I had two cocks, so I could stuff two of your holes at the same time...You're such a good girl for me that you deserve to have what you want. And to take them both.”
You widened your eyes.
“Oh fuck…are you really gonna fuck me with your cock and this…at the same time?” you asked, taking it in your hand and staring at it.
"What is it? My baby’s afraid of taking these two big cocks?” he laughed.
“Well…yeah! I’m worried about my poor pussy and ass and I wonder how they’ll resist this assault.”
“I’m sure they’ll do well. They might be a little sore, though. Ok baby, bedroom, now. I’ve waited all day for this. Time to soak this toy.”
He followed you to the hall, his hands caressing the roundness of your ass on the way through your clothes. He pinned you against the wall on your way to the bedroom, your ass clenched in his hands as he crashed his mouth against yours and searched for your tongue with his. With his body pressed to yours, you felt his hard cock against your pussy, and you were already moaning into his mouth. A few moments later, he grabbed your hand and stopped you again, squeezing your breasts in his hands and licking your neck. Like so many other times before, it took you several minutes to finally cross the threshold of the room.
Some other days, you didn't even make it to the bedroom, he would fuck you in the hall, against the wall - his jeans pooled around his ankles and your dress bunched up over your hips, your back hitting the wall every time he thrust in you.
But this time he wouldn’t fuck you there. He wanted to watch the dildo sink into you, to see it covered by your wetness while he would be fucking you with it and sucking on your clit at the same time. Feeling his cock so hard that it would almost be painful. Vainly wishing his precum would flow and slide to the back of your throat or in your pussy, mixing with your wetness. But he wouldn’t let his cock control his will. Tonight, he would take his time, and he would watch your pussy and your ass getting fucked by two of his cocks.
Once in the bedroom, you placed the sex toy on the bed, and Joel sat in the chair in the corner of the room. It was dark and he turned on the soft light on the bedside table.
“Undress, sweetheart. But keep your heels on.”
You started by unbuttoning your blouse, sliding your hand down your chest before removing the garment.
“Face the mirror, baby”, he said, resting his back against the back of the chair to get comfortable. You were not far from him, offering him the view of your back. You unzipped the seam of your skirt before letting it slide down your thighs, revealing your black panties, which completed the ensemble with your bra. Another gift from Joel. You removed your feet from the skirt, nudging it lightly with your foot, to the side. The large mirror allowed you to see Joel in the reflection. When you unclasped your bra, he bit his lower lip and you smiled. You slid that garment off as well, revealing your breasts. Your nipples were hard from the slight cool air that seeped into the room through the half-open window.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said between deep breaths.
You smiled, feeling warmth reach your cheeks upon hearing him. He had always known how to turn off the fire of your insecurities with his words, the way he touched you and looked at you. You took a deep breath as you hooked your thumbs under the seam of your panties and pulled them down your thighs.
“It would be easier if you leaned forward to remove them, sweetheart.”
Your cheeks heated up even more, but you didn’t hesitate. So you kept your legs straight, and you slid the fabric down to your ankles, leaning forward until you offered yourself to his view.
“Wait, stay like this,” he murmured. “Shit, baby…Already killin’ me, and I haven't touched you yet. Spread your ass for me, will you?”
You grabbed your ass cheeks with your hands and offered yourself entirely to his sight. Your pussy was already drooling. A few hours before coming back home, he had been texting you and since then you couldn't stop thinking about the moment he would finally fuck you.
************
Joel: You left before I woke up this morning, sweetheart
What are you wearing?
You: Yeah, you were sleeping so deeply, didn't want to wake you up
Pastel floral blouse and a black skirt
J: Show me
Y: ?
J: Take a picture, show me
Y: *sends picture*
J: Fuck
These buttons are dying to be ripped off
But your blouse would look even better on the bedroom floor
Y: *sends another picture*
J: Fuckin’ hell, you naughty girl
In a few hours it will be my hand squeezing your breast while my mouth will be sucking on the other one
Y: Are you hard, Mr Miller?
J: Sure as hell I am.
*sends picture*
Y: Fuck, Joel.
[You saw the precum glistening on the tip of his cock sticking out of his pants. The picture made you salivate.]
J: Heading to a meeting in 5 minutes, time to cool off. Three hours, baby
Y: See you later baby🫦
You made yourself cum in the bathroom at work, to release the tension that wouldn't leave your pussy, pursing your lips together, hoping no one would hear your moans.
************
“Stand up, sweetheart. Did you touch yourself at work after seeing my cock?”
“Yes, I did. Of course I did. Wanted it so bad.”
You heard him take a deep breath.
“Take off your shoes and lie down on the bed. And show me how you did it.”
You sat on the bed to take your shoes off, and his gaze was fixed on your breasts pressed against your knees. Then you laid on your back and spread your legs wide, knees slightly bent, easily sliding your middle finger along your wet folds.
“Add a finger baby. This little pussy is dying to get filled.”
Your index finger dove into your pussy, joining your other digit. Eyes fixed on you, Joel unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. The light from the lamp allowed you to see the precum beading. He ran his thumb over it and spread it out, stroking his shaft lazily. Your breathing quickened at the same pace as your fingers.
You heard the movement of his wrist speed up until he suddenly stopped, stood up and took off his T-shirt, then his jeans and boxers. He stopped for a few seconds, naked in front of the bed, and god he was beautiful. Even though you were dying to feel him against you, looking at him stopped time and you were breathless enough to pause the movements of your fingers.
“Are you really looking at me like I'm a piece of meat, baby?”, he laughed.
“I mean, that's a beautiful and appetizing piece of meat, sir…”
“Jesus…you’re such a dork. Just like me.”
You laughed, until he kneeled on the bed and crawled towards you. He laid against you, warming your body with his and you felt his hard cock against your hip. Your nipples were hard, pressed to his torso. You caressed his cheek with your hand, while the other squeezed his bicep. Taking the time to look at him, to see the feelings you had for each other filling the silence of the room. He leaned towards you for a kiss. He was taking his time too. Not like in the hall. He placed small kisses on the corner of your lips, along your cheek and to your neck, then your earlobe that he bit lightly. He was gently rubbing his soft mustache against your skin, before coming back to your mouth and pressing his lips against yours. His tongue was playing with your lips, licking them. Impatient, you let yours escape to come meet his. The two tangled, and your pussy kept drooling. He grabbed your chin in his hand, and said “open, baby.”
You parted your lips, watching him drop his saliva from his mouth, and you swallowed it. Again, his lips were glued to yours. You felt him breathing hard and you couldn't hold it anymore, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your pussy. You used it to release the pressure burning your core, first. But quickly, you let go of his wrist to press his fingers at your entrance.
“Shit, sweetheart, she’s drooling for me, isn’t she?”
“She is, Joel…fuck her with your fingers, please.”
Two of his fingers were inside you, your hand holding his wrist, rubbing against your clit, you fastened your movements, your hips rolling towards him.
“Gonna come baby? Gonna clench around my fingers?”
“Yes, Joel, please…please don’t stop.”
“I won’t baby…of course I won’t. Cum for me”, he murmured, his hand stroking your hair, and his eyes locked with yours. You squeezed his wrist when you came, keeping his fingers buried in your cunt. “Fuck…fuck that’s so good, Joel.”
He kissed your forehead and let his digits in you until your hand released his wrist. He reached down to grab the dildo.
“The next time you’ll cum, it’ll be on this. And then you’ll suck it. Wanna see your face up close, while you are sucking my second cock.”
You nodded, letting him use you however he wanted. He positioned the sex toy at your entrance, and quickly slid it in. You were so wet that he bottomed out in one go, making you moan as you felt your folds let it in. You were missing the warmth of his cock, but the spreading sensations were the same.
“Damn Joel…it really feels like your cock.”
He smiled before caressing one of your breasts and taking the second one into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl over it. He parted from you just long enough to say “told you I’d take care of your tits.”
He kept fucking you with the dildo, his mouth on the nipple, as you were stroking his brown curls. You already felt the heat flood your lower stomach again. He left it buried inside you while placing kisses on your breasts, your stomach, all the way to your crotch. He looked at you as his mouth landed on your clit and started sucking on it, pumping the dildo in and out of your pussy again. His hand clenched tightly on it, filling your core and sucking your clit at the same time, making you dig your nails into his scalp. You bent your knees further, as if you wanted him to push it deeper, and allowing him to devour you more.
“Fuck, fuck…Joel. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, oh my god.”
When you came he left his tongue against your clit to feel your trembling, just regretted not feeling you squeeze his cock. His little licks on your clit overstimulated you but he didn't let you pull his mouth away from you, grunting until you finished cumming.
He carefully removed the dildo, adding “soaked, exactly how I wanted it.”
He brought it to your mouth, pushing the tip in lightly. He wanted to see you play with your tongue while he watched you.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he asked next.
He stood up facing you, the sex toy and his cock in front of your mouth. His tip was reddened and covered in precum. You licked then sucked both of them in turn, looking up at him.
“Fuckin’ hell. Suckin’ these two cocks like a pro.”
His praise turned you on and all you could think about was the moment he would fuck you with both. He moved the dildo aside and took his cock in hand, holding it against his stomach, jerking himself gently, and presenting his balls to you.
“Suck my balls baby. Yeah, just like that…damn you do it good. Fuck yeah, right here…right here.”
You applied yourself, sometimes sliding your tongue as close as possible to his scrotum, just the way he liked it.
“Alright, baby. Shit you're gonna make me cum, sucking my balls like that. On all fours now.”
You waited for him, ass in the air, as he was taking the lube from the nightstand.
“Fuck sweetheart, I could cum just by seeing you offering me your holes like that.”
He knelt down, spreading your ass cheeks wide with his hands, and pushed his tongue into your pussy, his nose resting against your ass. He devoured your pussy and the overstimulation made you squirm, your body trying to escape his grip despite you. But he held your hips tightly and had no intention of letting you go. He then slid his tongue up to your ass, the tip of it playing with your tight muscle, softening it more and more. When he grabbed the sex toy and pushed it into your pussy, you bit your hand to prevent you from losing your mind. He continued relaxing your ass, while fucking you with the dildo and you wondered if you were going to cum again without him even touching your clit.
He stood up, cutting your inner questioning short, placing a hand on your hip and said “gonna fuck this little pussy first…she'd be mad at me if I only take care of your ass, wouldn't she?”
He slid his shaft against your folds to cover it with your wetness, thrust in and bottomed out, and your response got stuck in your throat, your forehead resting against the gray sheets. You felt his saliva reach your ass, and his thumb pushed it into your tight ring.
“Fuck, sweet baby girl…I’m gonna ruin you and make you scream on these cocks.”
You already had tears in your eyes from the pleasure you felt. Without stopping thrusting into you, he took the lube and applied some to your ass. He spread your buttocks then your ring with his hands, before spitting on it again then reapplying lube, still thrusting in.
“Damn baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good. Somehow I hope you won’t even remember my name.”
And you actually thought that it was possible. He thrust in faster and harder, as if he was having a hard time resigning himself to leaving your pussy.
“Shit…ok, baby. Time to share you with my second cock.”
He pulled out and applied lube on his cock, before pushing the dildo into your pussy in one go, moving it in and out, then held it all the way in. He pressed his cock against your ring, and you held your breath. His tip buried itself in your ass. “Fuck”, you whimpered, when the whole crown thrust in and he stopped there. You were leaning on your forearms, face in the sheets. You heard Joel breathing heavily, trying to calm down.
“My baby’s such a slut. Letting me use all her holes like a damn whore.”
He pulled out before shoving half of his cock in. “Fuck, fuck Joel, too much!”
“What’s the safe word, sweetheart?”
“Fuck, it’s… it's “arrow.”
“Ok. If you want me to stop, you say it and I’ll stop. But if you don’t, you’re gonna keep takin’ it. So, do you have something to tell me?”
You shook your head no, and he thrust in slowly until his balls slapped your pussy.
“Fuck, Joel!!!”
“I know baby, I know. It’s too much, isn’t it? Couldn’t help it, now that I know you just want to take it. That your slutty moans are only there to turn me on even more, aren’t they baby? And that's perfect, ‘cause I love fucking your ass. ”
He pulled back before thrusting in again, clamming your second hole as your pussy was filled by the dildo.
“Fuck…your ass is so fuckin’ tight…can feel the sex toy filling your pussy, fuck…”
He tightened his grip on the sex toy, and fucked both of your holes at the same time. Stuffing them. And you felt full.
“Look at you, taking these two fat cocks, damn.”
Your tears were now falling onto the pillow, in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You were letting him use you and you wanted nothing else in the world.
“Gonna fuck you rough now, baby. Ya ready?”
You nodded, unable to speak.
“Damn, can’t speak anymore, I already ruined you. I thought you weren’t fragile, Mrs Miller?”
“F…fuck…Joel…I’m…I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you. I’m…fuck. I’m not fragile. I’m just…having a moment”, and you managed to laugh weakly.
“You'll kill me when I'm done fucking this ass”, he smiled and spanked you. His grunts made you lose your mind as he was fucking your holes mercilessly, finally making you scream.
“Shit, shit, gonna come baby. Oh fuck. Fuck! Gonna fill you up. Gonna fill that tight ass.”
He froze when his cum spurted into your ass, but kept fucking you slower with the dildo, groaning about how good you were for him, how much he loved to fuck you. Then he withdrew from both of your holes, spreading your ass to see his cum, pushing in the drops that were beading at the entrance with his finger.
He turned you on your back, and pushed two fingers into your pussy, his mouth resting on your clit to make you cum one last time. Your hands held his head against you, your hips lifting into him as you finished cumming in his mouth and on his fingers.
He kissed you, rolled on his back and said “happy birthday sweetheart”, smiling, and wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.
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may i request some fluff (or smut; whichever you prefer!) with leon wherein the reader is an artist, and she has this lil notebook filled to the brim with sketches (whether that be normal sketches or... spicy ones) of leon but she hasn't shown leon the notebook BUT he ends up finding it and teasing her??
AND (if you DO write it as smut) WHAT IF READER DREW SOME SKETCHES OF SEX POSITIONS AND LEON USES THOSE POSITIONS WHE THEY HAVE SEX!?!??!?!?!? I'M GOING CRAZY OVER THIS THOUGHT RN DJFHSIDFUHIU
keep up the good work with all the writing you do!! you're an amazing writer, and i hope you have a great day :>
Hello my angels!! Thank you guys again for 400 followers im forever grateful for you guys. i was so fond of this little plot i HAD to write but it’s def not my best. Happy monday <3
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AFAB Artistic reader x Pre Re4 Leon
Warnings: Leon’s a little tease. Mentions of ripping clothing, couch sex, Leon’s pretty soft in this :)
Word count: 3,050
Meeting Leon was just a lucky coincidence, almost four years ago now. The worst job you swore you’d ever had, but that changed once you met Leon. Instead of typing the files in the computer, your foot tapped against the marble flooring.
“That’s really good.. Do you draw often?”
You slammed your notebook shut, scared your boss had caught you again. Your eyes glanced up to the man peering over the desk, a tight gray t-shirt on and a pair of cargo pants.
“So sorry, sir. Are you here for training?”
Your fingers pressed against the keys of your desktop as you stared up at him, waiting for an answer. He looked like his ego had been beaten down when you didn’t reply to him, nodding his head at you.
“Yeah, um, Kennedy, Leon.”
You wrote his name down on the paper, handing him the small slip with a grin.
———-
She was new, I think. Her hair was pulled into that pretty bun, dazed as ever. Pretty pencil skirt and an off-white long sleeve. Beautiful handwriting, too, Leon’s thumb brushing over the slip in his hand, pulling out his wallet to shove the slip inside.
The next day he hoped you’d be sitting there, looking bored out of your mind. His arm pushed against the heavy glass door; he couldn’t help but smile seeing you at your desk. Why is he smiling?
“Busy day?”
Leon couldn't help but smile as you jumped in your seat, slamming the notebook shut- again. Your little smile tugged at your glossed lips as you held at the pen, scribbling his name.
“Goodbye, Leon.”
Your teasing voice made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. He grabbed the red slip in your hand, dragging the bag off your desk as he walked down the hall again.
——————
For days, even weeks after. Leon would always ensure he showed up early, fascinated by your presence and the way you scribbled his name on the notepad on your desk when he would say something to make you blush.
“Hey, so… remember that sushi restaurant I told you about?”
Leon’s first words as he walks up to the desk, placing his bag on your file as you roll your eyes, nodding up at him as you type something into the computer.
“What about it?”
You ask as you push your rolling chair back, waiting by the printer as it turns on. Your head leans back as you look at him. He looked handsome as ever today. His training was working, that’s for sure, his shoulders being so much broader and his arms becoming so defined with muscle.
“Well, today is my last day of training. Did you want to go out with me as a celebration?”
It wasn’t for celebration; Leon just finally had an excuse to ask you out. Spending almost three months talking to you and getting to know you, yet he has never asked you to dinner. Your face lit up as you rolled back to the computer, stapling the papers together and using it as an excuse to cover the bright red that invaded your cheeks.
“Sure- what time?”
You asked up to him, clearing your throat as your hand rubbed your cheek to make it seem like you weren’t blushing. Cute, Leon thought as his tongue brushed over his bottom lip.
“Seven? I can pick you up.”
Even offering to pick you up? Your heart was in your throat as you nodded shyly, smiling as you wrote your address on a sticky note and handed it to him.
“I’ll be ready.”
You handed him his pass along with the sticky note of your address, his eyes reading over the number over and over before he smiled at you, tapping your desk a few times and walking down the hall as he does every single day.
———-
Why so shaky? The knocking on your door echoed through your living room, your hands brushing through your hair again as you did a small circle in your mirror.
You thanked god you wore heels, quickly glancing through the peephole to see Leon. He made your heart jump just by standing there. You swore he looked you up and down when you opened the door- but this was one-sided. You were so in love with him. Your coworkers make fun of you when you’re on your break, eyes following him from the expansive open training rooms.
Obsession was a strong word- but even you could admit it was getting to the point of obsession. You hoped after he left the facility, you wouldn’t have to see him again, especially since it was his last day, but he just had to ask you to dinner, didn’t he?
“Are you ready?”
Leon asked as he looked around your apartment, scanning all the books on your shelf. You wanted to say yes, but your hand reached up, your eyebrows frowning as you noticed you weren’t wearing the necklace your brother had gotten you.
“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be back.”
He couldn’t help but watch you walk down your hallway, fingers tapping at your sides like at work. Snoopy, maybe. His eyes darted down to the notebook on your coffee table. It’s the one you always have on your desk. Light purple with random stickers all over the front and back. His fingers traced over where your name was carved before he looked down to the hall to check if he was clear to look through it. The first few pages are drawings of the statues at work, the plants, yourself, and your glossy lips. His eyebrows frowned at the empty pages, going on for almost five before he finally saw it. His name was written in your pretty cursive; below was the soft sketch of his face, his handsome smile, and the small indent in his chin. Sketch after sketch of him leaning over your desk with the cheekiest smile.
The next page sketches his lips, his tongue darting out slightly through the corner in one and pressed together in another. Sketches of the way his eyes sparkle next to them.
His slender fingers traced the page looking at the sketches of his arms, some with his knife in his hand, some just holding a water bottle. He peeped his head down the corner of the hallway again, hearing the echo of your voice on the phone. His fingers moved before his eyes as he flipped the page, his cheeks flushing a deep red at the sketches of his hands rubbing up your waist. Now he was paying attention, graphics of his fingers in your mouth, your legs thrown over his shoulders, his head thrown back, and his Adam’s apple more than prominent.
“Leon?”
You stuttered, your heart pounding against your chest. Your breath feels so caught in your throat, your eyes staring at his hands holding the spine of your notebook. You blink into reality, snatching the notebook from him as you firmly have it against your chest.
“Why.. would you go through my things..”
You laughed, embarrassed, as Leon stared at you. His presence was now super overwhelming. He just.. stared at you. Great, now he hates me? He thinks I’m so weird…
“Why’d you just leave it out?”
What? Jesus fucking Christ, what?
“It’s my apartment; what do you mean..”
You laugh bitterly as you push the notebook onto your shelf, your hands slightly shaking.
“I didn’t draw any of that. I left it at work for a few days, so maybe it was stolen or something.”
There we go. Perfect excuse. Leon’s feet shuffled till he was standing beside you, pulling the notebook off the shelf next to you.
“Alright, that’s understandable. If they aren’t yours, you wouldn’t mind me looking through them again.”
Your face flooded with embarrassment. Your back turned to him as your eyes squeezed shut at the sound of him flipping through the pages.
Leon felt his pants grow tighter at the sketch of your pretty folds wrapped around his cock, then the illustrations of just your pussy made his cock grow painfully harder, your eyes shifting between the notebook and the bookshelf. There were pages after pages of just Leon and you, sometimes just Leon, small notes here and there. The last page is a sketch of the two of you hugging and a small note
“Seven, Leon’s sushi place”
Leon, yet again, closed the notebook, laying it on the shelf as you held your arms, sighing at his silence. His hand rubbed your arm softly, taking your hand in his. He rocked behind you, resting his cheek on the side of your head.
“Cmon’ let’s go eat.”
———-
The drive back to your apartment was so silent. Your head spun as you looked out the window, admiring the pretty night sky. Leon’s handheld at your thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles on your smooth skin. Biting at your nails nervously, your head turns to Leon. Why did he have to be so handsome? Hand gripping the steering wheel, hair perfectly rested against his cheek. The white button-down he wore fit him so perfectly. He believed you, right? You felt guilt in your heart, thinking about how you sat at your desk, legs crossed so close together at the thought of Leon fucking you stupid. It’s not everyday you meet a man like him. You craved him, but you would never tell him that. Leon’s car stopped, your daydreaming stopping as he pulled his keys and shoved them in his pocket. What a gentleman, he opens your door for you, holding his hand out. Your hand grabbed at his as you stepped out, holding your purse to your side as you whispered a small thank you to him as you reached for your keys.
The two of you stopped in front of your door, your heart starting to ache at the thought of never seeing him at work again, all the conversations you guys have had. The silence was uncomfortable now; you looked up at Leon with a slight frown before you reached up and brought him in for a tight hug, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as he hugged you back.
“I’m going to miss seeing you every day.”
You laugh into his shoulder. He laughs back in response as he pulls away from the hug, your hand reaching to unlock your door as he watches you. You step inside your dark apartment, looking at him from the door with a gentle smile still on your face.
“I’ll call you, I promise.”
Leon speaks as he watches you stand against the door frame.
“Bye.”
“Bye, Leon.”
The door slams. Why are you going to cry? Is it because he thought you were a massive creep? You held onto the wall as you kicked off your heels, sighing in frustration as you threw your purse to the ground. Your body jumped at the pounding at the door. Though you were taught better, you swung it open. Leon stood his hands on his hips, staring at the ground.
“Le-“
Leon pushed his way into your apartment, his perfect hands cradling your face as he smashed his lips into yours. Your feet struggled to keep up with him moving you back into your living room. Where did this come from? His hands hungrily gripped at your hips, your thighs hitting the arm of your couch. Leon's head dipped down your neck, pressing his tongue to the softness of your skin.
“Leon, wait..”
Your eyes flutter open as you reach down, grabbing his face. Leon stared up at you, his breathing labored.
“What happened?”
Your thumb rubbed across his cheek as he stood, pulling you in closer to him.
“You think I don’t want you? Do you know how hard it was not to bend you over this couch after flipping through that notebook?”
He grumbled as he turned you around, pressing his palm up your back as he bent you against the arm of your sofa. Your back arched in response as you looked back at him with red cheeks.
“Every word I've ever said to you makes you blush like that, you know.”
He’s right. But it’s hard not to blush when he compliments your every detail. Leon’s fingers dragged the zipper down your back, his lips following. So much softer than you had imagined. He stood again, tugging at your sleeves, smiling at your bare back. You gasped as you heard a slight tearing, your head flying back to see Leon had ripped your dress. Leon chuckled as the fabric of your dress dropped to the ground, his hands brushing over your hips.
“I’ve always loved watching you grab papers, your hips swaying.”
Leon smirks against your shoulder, his lips pressing against your neck again, your breathing shaky as he sucks at your skin. His pretty lips leave red patches all over your skin that will later be small purple markings that’ll be so prominent. Leon lifts himself, grabbing you to lie on your sofa, smiling down at you as his fingers work at unbuttoning his shirt.
It all felt like a dream, Leon’s shirt dropping to your floor as he tugged his dress pants down his legs. Hypnotized by him, the way his arms flex when he comes to hover over you, his hands holding at your thighs as he drags you further down the couch, his lips pressing against yours again. Leon’s lips ghosted over your skin as he stared at you through hooded eyes. Your eyes roll slightly when his fingers press over your clothed clit, rubbing small circles into you as he licks over your chest, leaving his marks on you there too. Your hips buck into his hand, a laugh coming from his lips as he pulls back, staring down at you as he pushes your panties aside, his fingers slipping into you with ease. Your mouth hangs open slightly as you stare at him.
“So wet.. all for me?”
Leon’s voice was so husky, so different than it usually was; you couldn’t help but let out a moan as his fingers dragged over your walls, your body lifting onto your shoulder as you looked down, your hips tilting up slightly to watch his fingers push in and out of you. The feeling was intoxicating, your head throwing back as he used his other hand to rub at your clit.
“You like watching? Watching how greedy this little pussy is..”
Leon couldn’t help but moan himself as you tightened around his fingers, his eyes staring down at you, sucking in his fingers. He groans as he tugs his boxers down, a whine leaving your lips at the feeling of his fingers no longer filling you. His hands grab at the back of your knees, holding them with one of his larger hands as his other hand grabs ahold of his cock, which was painfully hard. His lips parted slightly as he pressed himself into you, his grip around your leg tightening at the feeling of you squeezing him. He was so thick, so much bigger than what you could handle, a whimper leaving your lips as he pushed himself into you more. His hand drops your legs resting against his waist as he leans over you, grabbing at your jaw to pull you into a sloppy kiss, his tongue pressing into your bottom lip as he fully bottoms himself into you, causing you to gasp into his mouth. Leon let out a soft whimper as he leaned up, holding at your thighs as he rocked into you. You looked so beautiful finally lying below him; he had waited for this too fucking long.
“You look so fucking beautiful taking me like this..”
Leon groans down at you as your hands reach for his shoulders, pulling him back down to press his chest against yours as his speed increases. His face comforts your shoulder as your hands grab at his back, your nails scraping at his back as he lifts your hips, the new angle making him hit that perfect spot.
“I- Leon!”
Leon nodded his head as he looked down at you, forehead glistening with his sweat and his hair sticking to his skin.
“I know, baby, I know.”
He knew because you were gripping him so tightly, he was fighting his hardest not to let himself go inside of you, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he watched you squirm beneath him, warmth flooding your stomach and your breaths increasing as he pushed his palm into your stomach. Random babbles leave your lips as your arm comes up, covering your face as you cum around him, your walls fluttering against him, causing a loud groan to escape his lips as he pulls himself out of you, moving your hand from your stomach as his cum splatters all over your soft skin.
You two stare at each other, catching your breath. His arms reach forward, moving your arm from your flushed face.
“There you are.”
He mumbles as he kisses you softly, standing up and reaching down to pull up his boxers. He’s gone for almost two minutes, yet you’re still lying on the couch, eyes studying the ceiling.
“You organize your laundry room weirdly.”
Leon’s voice makes you tilt your head, watching him walk back into the living room. He leans over, wiping your stomach with the small rag in his hand, your lips tugging into a smile as you reach forward, touching his face. He peers down at you, smiling back as he helps you sit up, his fingers pushing your hair behind your shoulders.
“You want a shower?”
He asks softly as he sits beside you and wraps his arm around you as you lean your head against his shoulder.
“I just want to be with you.”
You mumble, your eyes closing as you wrap your arms around his waist.
“I’m not leaving anytime soon; I think you’re stuck with me.”
Leon speaks as he lifts your chin, kissing your forehead softly before he stands up, lifting you over his shoulder, causing a loud squeal to leave your lips as he taps the skin of your thighs with a smile.
“Let’s shower. Then you can show me more drawings, yeah?”
#leon kennedy#resident evil#leon kennedy imagine#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#resident evil x reader#yourgentlegf#re4 x reader#re4 leon#self insert smut
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MY WEDDING TRAUMA: A SURELY-SIMS x ICE-CREAMFORBREAKFAST COLLABORATION, CONVERTED TO THE SIMS 2 [download - 👰🏽🤵🏽]
are you tired of brides in white dresses and toddlers with perfect pink flower baskets? is cereal packet gameplay just not doing it for you anymore? maybe you'd like your weddings to put the 'strange' in strangetown? search no more, the ingredients for the strangest wedding in sim nation are finally here!
so, since i caught that one virus, i've been playing around a bit more with ts2 cc creation and finally had the time to work on converting a big set again. but then... what to convert? the answer came to me in the links section of a random lookbook... in a sort of fever dream. a set that captures the recent theme on my blog, families, and yet completely destroys it at the same time: my wedding trauma.
everything here is remarkably versatile. i mean, i know for a fact that people aren't just going to use that jumpsuit for a wedding, elvis needs more freedom than that! there are 9 cas items and 6 buy items for a total of 17 items in this set!
the original ts4 collaboration is complete perfection; it has just the sort of trashy, nonsensical vibes that the ts2 wedding department is sorely lacking. my conversion of this isn't perfect, i'm still learning how to do clothing and there are some minor issues mentioned below the cut, but overall i think that it came out pretty good and i hope it invokes some chaos in your game. 💥
credits go to @ice-creamforbreakfast for most of the cas part of this collaboration, and to @surely-sims for the buy mode part!
keep reading for more info, rambles, and preview pics!
PART 1: BUY MODE (6 items by @surely-sims)
ITEMS INCLUDED ARE:
1 - Fancy Folding Chair - 1.7k polys
2 - Margarita Tower - 3.4k polys
3 - Pizza Party Banquet Table - 1.5k polys
4 - Tiki Mug - 1.7k polys
5 - Toasting Bucket - 2.3k polys
6 - Wedding Arch - 10.2k polys*
individual previews are also to be found in the download!
THINGS TO NOTE:
- The wedding arch is quite high-poly compared to other objects (10k) but that is the max for the polycounts.
- The collection file included in the 'Surely-Sims' folder should go in the Collections folder in Documents.
PART 2: CAS (8 items by @ice-creamforbreakfast and 1 by @surely-sims)
ITEMS INCLUDED ARE:
1 - Brandi Dress (YF-AF) - 3.9k polys
2 - Elvis Glasses (TU-EU) - 1.7k polys
3 - Elvis Jumpsuit (YM-AM) - 4.9k polys
4 - Goopy Jacket (TM-AM) - 2.3k polys
5 - Jess Hair (YF-EF) - 5.4k polys
6 - Kelly-Marie Hair (TF-EF) - 9.4k polys
7 - Malborough Dress (YF-AF) - 7.1k polys
8 - Newport Headpiece (YF-AF)
9 - Trashleen's Cigarette Bouquet (YF-EF)
note: the Jess Hair is not part of the original set but is included because the Newport Headpiece is meant to pair with it.
individual previews are also to be found in the download!
THINGS TO NOTE:
- The clothing may have some bone assignment issues (especially with straps) & mild gaps.
- The 'Goopy Jacket' has a mild discoloration around the neckline.
- All hairs are in @skittlessims Skittles Hair System
- The 'Elvis Jumpsuit' is paired with 4t2 SP01 Pointed Stud. Converted by me :)
- The 'Malborough Dress' is paired with Ice-CreamForBreakfast's Jessica Shoes.
PART 3: THANKS & RAMBLE
have one final pic of the quirky couple and their patchwork family (ex-wife and dog included) 💞
this set was such a rollercoaster to work on, but also so, so much fun! i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i do 🥺
for anyone who's wondering--yeah i'm back for now, requests are still closed, wips depend on whether im in the mood... but from now on releases should be less queued and have a more 'personal touch' 😏
i'll get around to posting the discord-exclusives i released while i was gone... eventually. there's a few that i'm keeping for myself x
anyway... happy simming, hope you enjoy these conversions, and have a lovely day simming! if you use these feel free to @ me, i wanna see the chaos and the cool stuff these are used in 🥰
love,
~ Ky (nonsensical-pixels)
#s2cc#sims 2 cc#the sims 2#sims 2 download#ts2#the sims 2 cc#ts2 download#4t2#4t2 conversion#4t2 buy#4t2 cas#long post
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matchies! : GWEN STACY / GHOST SPIDER
it was so, so dumb, but you and GWEN had matching tooth gaps.
( notes: this is written by a minor about an underage character, so nsfw/18+/'minors dni' blogs please do not interact with this post! thanks!
this is gonna be a little series about how you'd match with various characters!!! it was supposed to be one post, like a paragraph per character, but gwen went from a paragraph to 2k words, so... <3
warning: there's mention of blood and spit here! nothing too graphic or gross, just prepare yourself after "and.. well, he missed pretty badly."
also, i tried to experiment with colors because of the way gwen's universe works. if it's a headache for anyone, let me know and i'll change it to the way i normally color my writing! )
GWEN was the pink to your orange, the deep purple to your bright blue. you were pretty different, yet complimentary when placed next to each other.
she was more reserved at first, sticking to her best friend PETER and virtually no one else, while you were quite the social butterfly.
you never had a set group of friends, bouncing between friend groups with ease. you even befriended the quiet kids everyone else avoided- and you weren't even isolated for it. that's how much everyone loved you.
GWEN knew you because you were friends with PETER, who would mention you regularly when they'd recap all the good parts of the school day while walking home.
you stood up for him against the jerks who'd pick on him whenever she wasn't there to do it.
you had her respect, even though you apparently didn't even know her name.
you called her GWANDA.
regardless, she'd smile and wave back at you when you greeted her in the hallway in passing. "hey peter, hi gwanda!"
one morning, you both were the only ones in the hallway.
GWEN came to school late, having slept through the entirety of first period because she was exhausted from patrolling the entire night. you were sent out by a teacher to run an errand, just coming back from the main office.
"hi gwen!" you greeted with a smile when you noticed her, which gave her pause as she closed her locker and eyed you suspiciously.
"... hey."
"what's up? aren't you supposed to be in class right now?" you asked casually, as if you weren't being totally weird right now, with a curious tilt of your head that GWEN silently found only a little bit adorable.
"came late, i slept through my alarms."
you simply nodded, and she was silently thanking you for not questioning her further. she was terrible at lying on the spot.
"what about you?"
you held up a 3D-printed hall pass, from room 218. "had to bring the permission slips for a college trip to the office."
GWEN hummed softly in response, silence falling over the both of you. she felt awkward, so close yet slightly disconnected from you; the environment reflecting that. the hallway was a deep blue and you were a nice baby blue, whilst she was a dark purple that almost blended in.
"... soooo…" she drawled, glancing around before making awkward eye contact with you again. "we should.. probably get going…?"
you chuckled a little, "yeah, we should. where are you going right now? i'll walk you to class."
she was about to politely decline with a billion apologies, the way she always did when she got too awkward.
but then, she got that itching in the back of her skull that wouldn't go away whenever she was about to make a decision. the one that always made her do the exact opposite of what she was about to do.
"... sure. i'm in 208 right now." she said with a smile, before walking side by side with you up the staircase.
you attempted to bid her farewell and simply walk by, but GWEN grabbed the wrist of your free hand when you were right outside of her class. "why'd you call me gwen?"
you looked at her like she was a little bit stupid, "'cause.. that's your name...?"
"no- well, yeah, it is, but-" she huffed, a piece of her hair flying up. "you never call me gwen. it's always-"
"oh! yeah, i always call you gwanda. that's only a joke though, did peter never tell you?" you continued at the confused little shake of her head. "the one time you weren't here for phys ed, we had a substitute coach and she kept calling you gwanda for some reason. if it bothers you, i'll stop-"
"nono!" GWEN didn't know why she was so bothered by the thought of you not calling her by a stupid name. "it's okay, it's.. it's funny, i like when you call me it."
you just smiled at her- too sweetly, her heart was hammering in her chest. you slipped your wrist from her grasp, which she forgot she was holding, instead holding her hand with your own. she could feel the lockers around you both fading into a muted color she couldn't even care to notice, only focused on you and the pretty purple you both became.
"okay then, i'll call you gwanda for the rest of our lives."
woah.
she could only hope you didn't notice the blush on her face as she silently cursed you for saying something so.. so intimate, so casually.
"uh- yeah, yeah, cool. totally." she stammered, nodding as she returned your smile.
"later, gwanda."
you slipped your hand out of hers and waved before turning your back to her, making your way to the class you were supposed to be in.
"yeah, later…"
coincidentally, it happened in gym class, during the mandatory class soccer game.
the class was split into four teams. GWEN, you, and PETER were all on different ones.
GWEN's team wasn't playing at the moment, but yours and PETER's were so she was sitting on the sidelines and cheering for him. he actually had the ball for once!
he was clumsily dribbling it down the field toward you, goalie of the opposing team. and you, ever the try-hard, dove for the ball right as he went for a goal-scoring kick.
and.. well, he missed pretty badly.
you fell to your knees, clutching your mouth, while the ball pathetically rolled into the goal behind you.
your team, most of PETER's team, and even people from the sidelines got up and rushed to crowd around you two before GWEN could even register what just happened.
PETER, of course, was the first person to kneel down next to you, apologizing profusely while trying to get you to move your hands from your mouth to assess the damage. GWEN had to push, duck, and weave past her fellow students to get to you both, and she made it just in time to see you move your hand from your mouth.
it was covered in blood and your saliva, dripping onto the polished gym floor. PETER backed away a little, utterly horrified, not sure what to do.
a few tears, presumably from the pain, streaked down your cheeks as you blinked heavily.
GWEN had to give some people in the crowd her meanest glare when they started jeering at her friend for kicking the most beloved student in the school in the mouth.
"'m okay, guys-" you started, slightly pained but as optimistic as ever, but you and everyone else were a bit startled by the lisp in your speech that wasn't there before.
she tentatively kneeled down in front of you next to PETER with her hand firm on his shoulder to calm him down, trying to get a look into your mouth while you spoke to confirm her suspicions.
but you didn't have to speak again.
you toyed with something in your mouth before lifting your hand to spit into it- a tooth.
the gym exploded into angry reds and oranges so quickly, it almost gave GWEN a headache. the three of you stood out in various shades of blue and purple.
the gym teacher, who wasn't paying attention the entire time, only came to disperse the crowd when everyone started yelling at PETER for kicking you in the mouth and knocking your tooth out.
he was practically hyperventilating, so the teacher told him to go to the locker room and chill out, and make sure to grab some paper towel to get your blood and spit off the floor.
GWEN was told to walk you to the nurse, after leading you to the locker room as well.
you didn't seem all too bothered about your tooth being knocked out. you rinsed your mouth out in the locker room, cleaned yourself and your newly isolated tooth of blood, and were just admiring it while she walked next to you silently.
she didn't know what to say besides 'sorry my best friend knocked your tooth out' or 'sucks to suck', so she chose to keep quiet.
then, you gasped loud and clapped your hand on GWEN's shoulder harshly, making her flinch and turn to you, a frantic orange in direct contrast with your vibrant blue. "what's wrong, are you-"
"we match!"
it took her a second to register what you said, and when she did she just stared at you blankly, slowly fading into a usual purple that she was with you. "... huh?"
you smiled that million watt grin of yours, even though your lips were a little swollen, and GWEN noticed- it was one of your front teeth that was knocked out. she huffed, relieved that you weren't dying or something, before simply glancing at you, unimpressed.
"seriously?" was all she could ask. it wouldn't be the first or last time someone made fun of the gap between her two front teeth, but she couldn't really tell if you were doing that or if you were being genuine.
that is until you nodded enthusiastically.
"yeah! i mean, i don't think mine looks as cute as yours does," wow, okay, smooth. "but now we're matching!"
… okay, yeah, you were being serious. it was kind of endearing, if she was honest, and GWEN couldn't hold back the smile on her face.
"not really," she humored you. "since mine is natural."
you just sucked your teeth, the sound less sharp than it'd usually be, which got a laugh out of her.
"ooh, ooh- we should take a picture!"
"a picture? for what?"
"you know, to remember this day forever?"
"the day you got kicked in the mouth and your tooth was knocked out?" she questioned sarcastically, shaking her head fondly at your totally serious nod.
after a very intense mini staring contest, GWEN knew she lost when she brightened into a blue matching yours, making her roll her eyes as if she was being burdened by the childlike joy you brought her. "fine." she relented, grinning at your little cheer as she pulled out her phone.
she wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you close as if you'd been friends forever, and you leaned your head against hers like it was totally normal.
both of you smiled wide, showing your tooth gaps to the camera, and she had to hold down a laugh at the way you were holding your knocked out tooth in frame.
you said a very corny "cheeese!", and once the picture was taken, she couldn't stop herself from bursting out laughing at the lisp in your voice.
and you were definitely playing it up just to make her laugh, talking in a very exaggerated nerdy-lispy voice that had her giggling all the way to the nurse's office.
you eventually got the tooth put back in at the dentist, which you missed a few days of school for.
thankfully, PETER found you on social media and peer pressured encouraged GWEN to reach out to you after she kept asking random people she'd never speak to otherwise where you were.
double thankfully, you didn't question how she found your socials and were happy to give her your phone number.
she definitely lectured you about how irresponsible that was of you over text, but only after she finished debating you over why her naming your contact "gappy 2" ( she'd be "gappy 1" for you ) wouldn't make any sense if you won't have the gap anymore.
to end the debate, you told her to hold on a second and then sent her a selfie.
you were smiling as bright as ever, your missing tooth back in it's place. your lips weren't swollen and you weren't bloody and drooling. GWEN just admired you for a few minutes before she actually noticed the gap between your two front teeth.
a gap that wasn't there before one of them got knocked out.
gappy 1 💫: Woah, you actually have one now?
Gappy #2 💞: yea!
Gappy #2 💞: the dentist lady said they can't do much about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Gappy #2 💞: besides give me a retainer? which, hell no!
Gappy #2 💞: so we're officially twinning forever now 🫶
gappy 1 💫: Lol. You dodged a bullet, retainers suck
gappy 1 💫: It looks cute on you though :)
Gappy #2 💞: aww ty! but i could never outdo the doer <3
GWEN would admire the selfie you guys took that fateful day whenever she was missing you.
and then gaze longingly look at the one you took together the day you came back to school, showing your now actually matching tooth gaps.
your smiles were always so contagious, GWEN found herself matching your energy all the time. when you got hype and became a bright orange, she did too. when you chilled out after and faded into a comfy blue, so did she.
before you, GWEN never really smiled unless she was with loved ones or if someone told a joke. and when she did, it was close-lipped, since someone always managed to bring up her tooth gap and ruin her mood.
but she smiles so much more now, always with her teeth, and no comment can bring her down.
seeing you be just as radiant, if not more, with your gap-toothed smile encouraged her to smile the same way. even when you weren't around.
sometimes, when you're bored and lounging in her bedroom, you just flash her your teeth.
( like 😬 )
and she'd do the same back, not a word spoken.
neither of you have figured out what it means yet, and you probably never will.
but just seeing your tooth gap makes GWEN's heart thump a little faster, and reminds her of how much she loves you, so she thinks it doesn't matter.
#atsv x reader#spiderverse x reader#spider woman x reader#ghost spider x reader#spider gwen x reader#gwen stacy x reader#x reader#reader insert#my wriitng#god gave me the ability to obsess over fictional characters without considering the consequences
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Tumblr anniversary
It's been TWO years since I chose to take up residence here on this hellsite/app.
Last year, when I posted about my Tumblr anniversary, Jungkook had just dropped his thirst trap birthday greeting to Jimin. And Yet to Come Busan had not happened yet. No one was enlisted yet. We had no idea that we were about to have our hearts ripped out by Jin's enlistment announcement.
My, what innocent babes we were.
So much has happened since last October other than the afore mentioned Yet to Come Busan concert and Jin's enlistment announcement.
We watched the members emotional sendoff to Jin in December. We watched them do it again for Hobi in April. We didn't see but we know Yoongi has begun his service. We don't need to see it. We are pretty certain within the next two months we will be sending another 2 or 3 or maybe even the rest of them off to do theirs as well.
We got The Astronaut, Dreamers, Indigo, a Christmas song from Tae, Vibe, Face, D-Day (and a tour and I saw Yoongi!!), Angel Pt. 1 & 2, The Planet, another version of Jack-in-the-Box, Take Two, Seven, Layover, 3D and we anxiously anticipate Golden. What am I missing? More collabs that Namjoon did with others. We got so much music I can't remember it all.
We've seen the clothing come off of every member. Some more than others. But still. Chapter Two is not about taking their shirts off, as Tae said...yeah, whatever Tae... it is about transitioning to a more mature image including taking control of their professional and personal images, their bodies, their autonomy, their maturity and sexuality. And boy howdy...
We got a very complex and far-reaching BTS 10th Anniversary Festa celebration that took place across the world.
We got Kook Cooks, Flying Yoga, Wootteo, Suchwita, Namjoon on Big Brains and Many of them Sitting at the Same Table Talking (or whatever the name of that show was), Dior Jimin, Tiffany Jimin, Calvin Klein Jungkook, Valentino and NBA Yoongi, Louis Vuitton Hobi, Bottega Veneta Namjoon, Cartier and Celine Taehyung, dance challenges.
We inadvertently got Jungkook's TikTok through his own error and now we are pretty sure the other members INCLUDING JIMIN are lurking on all the soc med platforms.
We got so much Jungkook being himself. And we watched him go from being fine with his couch potato cushion existence to being Mr. World Traveler who can't stay in one place for more than a few days before he's off again to who knows where and adding to Jimin's list of things to fret over.
We got a nice quantity of sweet quality interaction of Jimin and Tae just yesterday. This healed me.
We have heard over and over how each member is anxiously excited to get back and hurry up and show us they still have it.
There has not been any lack of things to talk about. There has not been any lack of controversy. We've seen things we probably weren't meant to see and we've seen things that are dubious as to their authenticity and things that were obviously made for us to see.
Like one of those of flying bird flock murmurations, the fandom is shifting and changing, spreading out and coalescing and doing all this repeatedly as we navigate this period of time before they get back together in 2025.
I hope we don't run off the rails this next year and that we all can find some common ground so we can stand together at the threshold of 2025 in anticipation of their comeback.
And sooooo many more of you have chosen to follow my weird ramblings, rantings and odd posts. Thank you for taking time to give my blog any consideration.
#jikook continue to jikook regardless#bts chapter 2#happy birthday bro#jikook in the sheets#i was getting a pedicure and Vibe played and I almost chair danced#happyanniversary
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Boy For All Seasons
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After that it became rare for the boys not to see each other. Steve always dropped off and picked up the kids from Hellfire but now he came inside and chatted with Eddie while they packed up. Eddie was now a glorified employee of Family Video often helping Steve and Robin put back tapes while they talked about whatever came to mind. Before long, Thanksgiving weekend had arrived.
"Hey Stevie, how many Harringtons do you guys manage to fit in that big house of yours this time of year?"
"What do you mean, Eds?"
"Ya know, for Thanksgiving, oh or do you guys do the visiting, I guess a lot of y'all have big houses. Do you take turns?"
"Um, no, we used to visit my grandma but we haven't since she died when I was little, I think my parents are in Fiji this year."
"But then how do you have Thanksgiving dinner?"
"I...don't, just watch the football game and have a couple beers."
"Well, I'm sure Wayne would love someone who understood the game this year."
"You, you want me to join you for Thanksgiving?"
"Of course, Stevie, besides I'm pretty sure Wayne is signing the adoption papers as we speak."
Steve laughed, "He's known me for like three weeks, Eddie."
"Yeah, and? He's gotta get in quick, knows Dustin's mom's aiming for ya."
Steve smiles, "Ok Eds, I'll be there, but you better not have some turkey costume stocked away."
"Wouldn't dream of it, plus the church already borrowed it."
That weekend Steve was welcomed into the home of the Munsons.
"I brought pie," Steve said wrapped in a soft sweater when Eddie answered the door.
"You know you didn't have to bribe me, sweetheart, but it is much appreciated," Eddie replied taking the pie as Steve stepped inside.
"Game started yet?"
"Not yet, which side you rooting for, son?"
"Lions all the way, I have some pride after all. Better not be putting on the Cowboys game either."
Eddie barely understood what had been said but the look on Wayne's face made it clear this was the right answer. Eddie finished up dinner while gazing foundly at the two men on the couch. The air was warm and comfortable despite the time of year, if Eddie allowed himself to dream it felt like family, but he didn't want to get his hopes up just yet.
The three of them crowded round the too small table for dinner, Wayne making a little speech as he carved the turkey. They went around and said what they were thankful for this year.
"I'm thankful for the plant giving me a bonus so we could have this beautiful bird tonight."
"I'm thankful for Stevie for allowing me not to have to watch the game again this year."
"I'm thankful for both of you having me here tonight."
"We wouldn't want you anywhere else, Steve."
Later, after they'd shared pie around and it was time for Steve to head back home, Eddie stopped him.
"Hey, it's late why don't you just crash here?"
"That would be great actually if it's not too much trouble?"
"Course not."
"If you have a spare blanket I can just take the couch."
"Nonsense, my bed has plenty of room, c'mon."
Eddie's bed certainly did not have plenty of room for two fully grown boys, but neither of them complained as they lay back to back. Eddie was quick to fall asleep with his bed being nice and warm. For once, he woke up early the next day and was blessed with Steve curled into his chest, a relaxed look gracing his face. Eddie knew then it was too late, his hopes were up and he just hoped they wouldn't be left to fall.
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#im aussie and if i get football or thanksgiving messed up blame my moots#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#thanksgiving#found family#wayne munson#ficlet#fluff#did i research which games were being played in 1986 yes yes i did
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Hellfire Babysitting Club : The Sequel (Part Two)
Cafeteria Conversions
Gareth Emerson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used) / The Hellfire club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used)
Warnings - Mentions of eating, Mentions of bullying, Gareth being soft, the entire Hellfire Club being adorable in regards to their newest member
Notes Prequal - Please let me know what you want to see in this series! This one has a much more Introverted!Reader than the first instalment, so keep that in mind!
Notes - I know this took a longggg time to come out, I'm dealing with a lot right now, but really wanted to write some more and interact a little again, thank you to those of you who haven't left, and haven't stopped supporting me. I see your messages and asks, and I appreciate them, thank you <3 (THIS IS NOT MY BEST WORK, AND I AM AWARE OF THAT FACT.)
Notes Epilogue - Just to clear some things up for a few people, my idea is that last school year, Little Terror, Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Jason Carver were all in their senior year. This year Gare is taking his senior year again, and 'The Party' are now in the eleventh grade! Little Bunny is also in their senior year, this allows me space to make a third part with characters from 'The Party' be the leader of Hellfireclub and co, and another little set in the next year, if I chose to do so. (I am aware this isn't canon, but I'm making it my stories cannon!)
SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW
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Gareth walked Bunny to their first class, taking note of which room they'd be in just before lunch, promising to pick them up, but ever since then he'd been freaking out. He was excited, sure, but worry creeped in not long after, the reality of him being the lead of the group, not just leading them in D&D but now in babysitting was scary.
'I'm just a phone call away.' Eddie's words filled his mind, though they made him more mad than reassured, he could do this, he didn't want to seem weak to Eddie, to everyone else, especially not to Little Bunny.
When the bell for lunch rang the english class grew busy, Dustin running to Gare's desk. "Same lunch table?" He asked, his books spilling out of his bag, hair disheveled.
"No." Gareth nodded his head, trying to seem confident in his decision. "Gather the others and meet me in Game room." Gareth stood up quickly, getting ready to run to Bunny's classroom, leaving a confused, yet intrigued, Dustin behind.
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"Y/n!" Gareth whisper yelled, Bunny turning their head to look at him, their nose scrunching in excitement. "Are you ready for lunch?" He panted, brushing a hand through his hair, trying to stay cool as sweat threatened to drip.
"Mhm." They smiled, following as Gareth led them to the Game room, swinging their arms back and forth.
"Good." Gareth cleared his throat before continuing. "Um, my friends and I meet for lunch, is that okay?" He asked anxiously, hoping his plan would work out.
"Are dey nice?" Y/n looked to him, a worried expression replacing their previously content one.
"Oh yeah, plus I'm sure they'll treat you like royalty." He added.
"Why?"
"Right." He chuckled, struggling to come up with the words to explain their situation. "We play Dungeons and Dragons, but we also babysat a little last year." Y/n nodded their head. "I don't have to tell the group that you're a little, but they're pretty good at knowing." He admitted, hoping that what he was saying was okay.
Y/n stopped walking, eyes trained on the ground, fingers playing with the hem of their shirt. "Are dey gonna make fun of me?"
Gareth's heart broke a little, he hoped that one day he could meet a little who hadn't been made fun of, but clearly a group of accepting and willing people was still unheard of. "No, no Bunny, they won't." He smiled, placing his hand on their shoulder, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. "They'll play games with you, they'll talk about toys with you, watch fun movies with you, hold your hand if you're scared, and babysit you when I can't take care of you, they're all very nice, and won't me mean at all." He reassured them, Y/n's eyes meeting his, not a sense of doubt found in his expression.
"You're gonna take care of me?" They asked, trying their best to hide back an excited smile.
"Of course, I found you, so I get dibs." He laughed, Y/n giggling back at his joke. "Anything you need, you can come to me, anything, okay?" The two of them nodded their heads. "And if you can't find me, you can find one of the group members, and they'll help you anyway they can."
"I don' wanna bother anyone though." Y/n admitted nervously.
"Bunny, you're not a bother! I was super stressed this morning, I don't like school very much." Gareth laughed. "But when I ran into you my day got better, you aren't a bother, if anything we will bother you."
"Okay." Y/n smiled. "Okay, 'm excited."
"Me too."
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"Thank god!" Dustin called out as Gareth entered the room, Y/n behind him, not ready to truly meet the group. "Can you tell me why we're in here? I'm hungry!" Dustin's voice was loud, making Y/n instinctively reach for Gareth's hand, their head peaking past him to see who was yelling so loudly.
"Calm down." Mike whispered, more aware than Dustin that clearly something was happening.
"Who here actually likes eating in the cafeteria?" Gareth asked, the group looking to one another in confusion. "Lucas you hate the basketball guys, Mike you gave me a thirty minute talk in math today about how El struggles with loud noises, Dustin you talk about how your legs fall asleep on the benches, and I hate a whole room of people just looking at us, laughing at us." The room was silent, a few people nodding their heads. "So we're going to be eating in here, everyone pick a seat, and calm down." He smiled, walking into the room further, Y/n blindly following behind him.
"Who is that?" El loudly asked, the newbie not in Mike's Hellfire rundown.
Gareth ignored the groups whispers for a few seconds, setting his bad on the DM chair, his DM chair, and pulling a smaller seat next to his for Y/n. "This is Y/n." He said, still shielding them from the group slightly, not sure if they wished to be introduced fully to the chaos just yet. "They're new to the school, and needed a buddy this morning."
Mike and Lucas seemed to know what Gareth meant right away, that Y/n was a little, and that's why they were here, but Will and El looked very confused, and Dustin didn't seem to be on the same page as anyone. "So another player?" He asked, Mike and Lucas rolling their eyes as Gareth let his face fall into his hand.
"No, Y/n is a little, I'm not only changing where we eat lunch, but I'm starting back up Hellfire Babysitting Club." Gareth proudly said. "And this time we're going to have rules, and a schedule, I don't need Y/n eating soap, or getting into trouble like Little Terror."
Y/n giggled and the group smiled, El and Will still confused, waiting for a better explanation. "I don't get it." Will admitted.
"You guys." Gareth gestured to everyone but Y/n. "Explain what this all is, and what went down last year, and tomorrow we'll reconvene and talk about how things will work here on out." Gareth hoped that the group would respond well to some structure, Eddie liking to just hope things work out fine while winging it. Gareth hoped that making some rules, and implementing new things would let the group stay strong, and would alleviate the stress from his shoulders.
"Can we say hi to the baby?" El asked, taking her seat at the table, trying to peek past Gareth at them.
Everyone went silent, looking at El confused, Mike sighing before weighing in. "I talked to her about Eddie and Little Terror already." He explained.
"Baby please." She said a little more harshly, Mike sending Gareth a look full of warning, knowing El would move him if he didn't move.
Gareth stepped aside, Y/n's sitting frame, cheese string in one hand, the stuffed bunny in another, coming into view, a sweet smile on display for everyone. "Hi."
"I called them Little Bunny this morning." Gareth admitted, smiling as he watched Y/n look around the room, everyone smiling back at them.
"Little cheese fingers." El said seriously, opening her own lunch box and moving on, the group bursting out laughing at her words, though no one argued the name, just sat down too, pulling out their own lunch boxes and silently welcoming the new member.
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Moment of Weakness-nine
*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *
Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.
Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?
Authors Notes: Happy Birthday Bucky Barnes. We all love you <3
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The office was eerily quiet, almost as if I was the only one here but I knew that wasn’t the truth. The closed door behind me said that he was inside with Steve, as they had their morning private meeting with each other. I didn’t let my mind wander too far from the work in front of me because I knew I would be here all day and night if I allowed that to happen.
I had taken the last few days off after my night with Bucky because I couldn’t face him, afraid that my job was on the line. Thankfully it wasn’t, Bucky made sure of that when I returned to work this morning. We still haven’t seen each other, me coming in while he was in that said meeting with Steve, so I could breathe for a little while. He had a list placed on my desk this morning of what he needed me to do.
-Pick up dry cleaning-done
-pick up lunch order
-reply to emails-currently working on
-file away papers
-meet with me to talk about what you missed the last few days.
The last thing on the list I had purposely avoided, not wanting to face Bucky yet. He could have actually wanted to talk about what I missed, work wise, or he could want to talk about what happened between us. And that, I wasn't ready for.
While I was home, “sick”, all I could think about was that night we shared. Bare, sweaty, bodies moving in tangent with each other. Our movements almost like a slow dance with our moans acting as the music. My entire body felt on fire as those flash images crossed my mind and I bit my lip, wanting to feel him inside me again. Bucky’s lips kissing every inch of skin and leaving his marks all over, days later they still shined bright.
I did my best to cover them, however, the one on my neck was a bit hard to cover.
The door clicked open behind me and I stood straighter, trying to block out those memories and continued my work.
“Hey, you’re back.”
I looked up towards Steve and gave him a smile, the guilt eating away at my heart. I knew how he felt about me and with how close we became, I couldn’t stop the way I felt so guilty with what happened.
“Uh, yeah. I had a small cold but feeling a lot better,” I lied.
Steve smiled while slicking his hair out of his face. “Well, let me know when you head out to grab lunch and I’ll come with you.”
“Sure,” I nodded. “Oh, Sam is in your office waiting for you. Mentioned something about an errand you two had to run.”
Steve gave my shoulder a squeeze before walking into his own office and left the door opened ajar slightly.
“Y/N?”
I turned in my chair towards Bucky and my heart began to beat so fast that I couldn’t catch my breath as he stared at me with his bright eyes.
“Need something?” I asked.
“How are you feeling?”
Bucky knew that I had been lying about why I stayed home but didn’t bother to mention it, only keeping up my ruse.
“Better, thanks for letting me take some time off,” I said.
He nodded while stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. “Of course. Do you think maybe we could talk?”
I quickly shook my head. “I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on. Can we do it later?”
Bucky’s shoulders fell but he nodded again. “Sure. Over lunch?”
“Yeah, lunch,” I muttered before turning back to my work and did my best to ignore Bucky’s intense eyes.
With Bucky back behind his own desk, I didn’t miss the way he kept gazing out towards me every so often. There even had been a few times that our eyes would lock and I quickly averted from it.
Before I knew it, lunch had approached and while I gathered my things to go pick up everyone’s order from the deli down the block, the door to the building opened and her happiness radiated the walls and I sucked in a breath, not thinking I would have to face her yet.
“Natasha, hi,” I forced a smile. “I didn’t know you were coming in today.”
Her smile only amplified her beauty and I felt jealous because I knew that I alone couldn’t be enough for Bucky. What we had was a one time thing, it would never be more than that.
“I’m only here for a few minutes and I’m here to see you.”
My heart began to beat faster and I swallowed thickly. “About what?”
Fear set in that she found out about Bucky and I.
“Bucky is having some of his mob friends over tonight and I thought it would be a great way to make it a party. But then I realized it would be rude to not invite you,” Natasha said.
“Oh,” I muttered.
I racked my brain to figure out an excuse not to go tonight. The guilt I felt around her and Bucky had become a sharp knife in my back that I knew if I went tonight, it would only twist it deeper.
“Thank you for the invite but I don’t think I’ll be able to make it,” I lied yet again.
Natasha frowned. “I understand, I thought we could use this night to get to know each other better. You’re working with my husband and I realized that I know nothing about you.”
My brow raised at her voice. There was something hidden underneath the tone that I didn’t quite understand.
Was she jealous that I worked so close with Bucky?
Did she think something was going on between us?
Or did she know exactly what happened and she was using tonight to call me out on it?
“Ready for lunch?” Steve walked out of his office but gave Natasha his attention. “Hey, Nat. Need me to bring anything tonight?”
She nodded towards me. “Maybe Y/N. I’ve invited her but she said she can’t make it.”
I bit my cheek at her persistence.
“Yeah, I’ve got a lot of laundry to catch up on from being sick the last few days.”
Steve gave me a look and I knew he saw straight through my lie.
“Or maybe she has a hot date tonight,” Natasha observed while pointing to her neck.
I quickly rubbed a hand over the mark on my own neck, embarrassed that she had noticed.
Steve shifted on his feet. “Do you?”
“It’s nothing,” I shook my head while avoiding his gaze.
Natasha snickered. “If you have a hook up planned tonight, Y/N, that’s all you have to say. You don’t need to lie. By the looks of it, it seemed like a good time.”
“I should really go pick up our lunch,” I spoke.
I refused to stand there any longer and get grilled by Natasha on what happened with Steve watching me with hurt in his eyes.
As if the Gods above wanted to torture me even more, Bucky walked out of his office and looked between the three of us, questioning in his own eyes.
“What’s going on?” He wondered.
Natasha placed a kiss on his cheek and I shifted uncomfortably, something Steve noticed immediately. He looked between Bucky and I, his lips falling open slightly but said nothing.
“I wanted to invite Y/N tonight but she said she can’t come. I think she has a date planned and she’s keeping it a secret,” Natasha filled Bucky in.
“Oh, you do?” Bucky questioned with brows raised.
I rubbed at the mark on my neck. “I don’t.”
“So come tonight! Steve will be there to keep you company,” Natasha nudged Steve’s shoulder.
He refused to meet my gaze at first but eventually looked at me. “It’ll be more fun if you come.”
“Steve’s right,” Bucky spoke.
My tired gaze fell on him once more.
“Come by tonight, even if it’s for an hour. Nat put this huge party together and it would mean a lot to her,” Bucky continued.
I gnawed on my lip and reluctantly agreed. “Of course, for Natasha.”
She beamed brightly while she clapped her hands together. “Perfect, it starts at eight and Steve will send you the address.”
“Wonderful,” I grumbled as I gathered my things.
I didn’t bother to wait for Steve, who made no effort to follow, as I hurriedly walked away from the three of them, Bucky continuing to watch me intently.
The bass from the outdoor speakers vibrated against the bones in my body as I took a small sip of my drink, eyes scanning around the small party. My interpretation of small was different than Natahsa’s. There had to be at least of a hundred people in the backyard of their mansion, not counting whoever was inside.
I arrived almost twenty minutes ago and even with one drink in, I was ready to leave. This was the last place I wanted to be tonight. Steve wasn’t anywhere in sight and neither was Bucky. I knew no one here and felt so out of place.
“Thinking of a way to escape?”
I turned towards the deep voice and breathed in relief.
“I’d be lying if I said this was my kind of scene,” I admitted to Steve.
He took a large drink from the beer in his hand. “Let’s give it an hour then we can head to my place for pizza and a movie?”
A smile broke out on my face. “I would really like that.”
We talked, just the two of us, for a while and it helped keep my mind from wandering where Bucky was. I could have asked Steve but didn’t want to ruin the lightness of our conversations. At some point, Sam came up to join us and for the first time in a few days, I felt myself again.
Goosebumps pricked over my skin as I felt someone staring and I peered over my shoulder and felt my breath hitch at the sight. Bucky was standing a few feet from us and watching my every movement with a small smile pulling at his lips. His jacket looked warm and inviting, almost pulling me towards him, but I kept my feet planted firmly by Steve and Sam. Even with his smile, the sadness in Bucky’s eyes made my heart fall.
“I need another drink,” I said suddenly, hoping that the change of position would stop the burning I felt in my core as I continued to look at Bucky.
I didn’t bother to wait for Steve and Sam and scurried over towards the outdoor bar and gave my order with a smile. As I waited, fingers drumming over the wood, a body slid up behind me. Warm breath fanned over my ear and I shivered with desire with his deep voice.
“You look beautiful.”
I did my best to hold my composure by ignoring his compliment.
“Thank you,” I smiled at the bartender as he handed me my drink.
I went to walk past Bucky but his vibranium fingers grasped at my hand to stop me. Our fingers linked for a few seconds before I removed them.
“Don’t,” I warned in a hush tone in case others around us could hear.
“Can we talk, please?” He begged.
I motioned towards his right hand which held a cigarette. “Since when do you smoke?”
He sighed. “Only when I’m stressed.”
“What could you possibly be stressed out about?” I scoffed.
Bucky nodded behind me to Steve and I gave him a firm poke into his chest. “You do not have the right to get jealous of me talking with Steve. I told you that nothing happened between us.”
“I know,” Bucky said.
“Also, I don’t want to be with anyone who smokes.” I stated with arms crossed.
He tossed it to the ground, crushing the cigarette underneath his boot. “All the more reason to quit. But can we talk in private?”
I shook my head. “There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky. What happened shouldn’t have, you’re married. It was a moment of weakness between us. That’s it.”
“Not for me,” Bucky disagreed.
“This cannot happen again,” I pointed between us. “You need to focus on Natasha.”
“Doll,” he breathed. “You can’t tell me that night didn’t mean something to you. All I can think about is you and how I want to kiss you again.”
“Don’t!” I seethed, gaining attention from a few people around us.
I looked around and cursed under my breath, realizing that this wasn’t the place or time to talk about this, even if I didn’t want to.
“I’m out of here,” I muttered under my breath, walking away from him.
A bit later, I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, taking deep breaths to calm myself. This was the main reason why I didn’t want to come tonight. I knew that Bucky would want to talk and I’d eventually fall back into him because my feelings for him were that intense and deep.
“Get a hold of yourself, Y/N. He’s a married man.” I groaned to myself as I shut off the light, leaving the bathroom.
Suddenly a small yell from my lips as I felt myself being pulled into a dark room, body pinned to the wall behind me. Even in the darkness, I noticed the bright eyes immediately and let out a deep breath, knowing that he was the reason I was in the room.
“Bucky-” I started.
I was cut off by his lips attacking mine hungrily and after I froze for a second, I melted into him and both of our lips moved together. I moaned into his mouth when his tongue pressed onto mine, my hands snacking around his neck to bring him closer.
His arms rested underneath the swell of my ass and lifted me into his arms, legs wrapping around him. I felt him leading me towards somewhere in the room and my body was gently placed on what I assumed was a couch, Bucky never breaking the kiss. There was a hint of cigarette smoke on his breath but it was overpowered by the beer I had tasted on his lips.
Bucky’s hips rutted into mine, the hardness of his cock pressing into my thigh, and I bit his lip, wanting more.
“Stop,” I pushed him away, realizing what we were doing.
He cupped my cheek but I rolled out from under him, standing to my feet.
“God, why did you do that!” I bellowed.
Bucky leaned back into the couch with a sigh. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. The first time I tasted you, I needed more.”
“I told you, you can’t! It’s not right!” I yelled, the confines of the room we were in blocking it out from whoever was outside.
“You want this too, doll. The way you kissed me said it all,” Bucky raised to his feet and reached for me.
I smacked his hands away. “Of course I fucking want it, Bucky! All I want is you but I can’t because again, you’re fucking married!”
He ran a hand over his chin. “Please stop reminding me.”
“It’s the truth!”
Bucky’s lips were on mine yet again but this time, I was stronger and pushed him off, smacking him in the chest.
“Stop!”
“I can’t,” Bucky almost whined. “I can’t stay away from you, Y.N.”
I stared at him while my chest rose and fell with each deep breath as the decision mulled in my mind.
“You need to try.”
I left him behind, even if my mind was screaming to go back to him.
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Hello I love your blog!!!!!!! Could I request a George Weasley x reader where George tries to ask shy Hufflepuff reader to the Yule ball please? (Is that specific enough, if not tell me!) thank u lots!!!♥️♥️
perfectly specific, thx! also this is so cute <3
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George Weasley stands facing the best window of the dorm. He is quite able to call it the best after significant thought and research. Many hours have been spent here before, all pondering various criminal activities, the likes of which only George and Fred could possibly understand.
Today, however, George’s thoughts veer towards an entirely different track. He’s not planning out another excellent prank, nor how to skip class yet again so he doesn’t have to see Snape’s twisted face when all he wants to do is go to sleep. No, as of right now George is contemplating the most difficult task of all: getting Y/N L/N to go to the Yule Ball with him.
Normally, George wouldn’t care much about a school dance. His pranks have gained him enough notoriety around the school that George could ask a large number of girls and still have someone he’d want to spend an evening with, that’s not the problem.
The issue, then, is that there’s a specific girl on his mind. He didn’t expect to fall for this girl, not in a million years, but there’s no turning back now. George is head over heels, completely set on her hook, line, and sinker. There’s simply nothing he can do to convince his heart to beat any other way.
They are rather different people, even George in the midst of his lovesick musing can acknowledge that. Y/N is a Hufflepuff, known for being quite shy even amongst her typically mild mannered brethren. George, on the other hand, well, he’s always been a little too loud, a little too daring. They couldn’t be less alike.
George hadn’t really had cause to interact much with Y/N before one crucial day in which an ordinary prank changed his entire life. George had successfully completed his end of the prank and was making his getaway when he turned around one last time to triumphantly view the chaos he’d wrought upon the school.
All of a sudden, his eyes had caught upon a single face amongst the masses, one girl who was wearing what might be the prettiest smile George had ever seen. She had been looking at the aftermath of the prank originally, then her gaze slipped from George’s masterpiece to George himself.
It felt like time slowed down. The rest of the castle faded to nothing. It was just him and this girl, that faint smile on her face, a more foolish one on his. All it took was those few seconds before she turned away, and George was smitten.
It’s funny, thinking back on it, that George only needed the one instance to fall so hard for her. He’s seen his fair share of girls, especially those who enjoy his work with Fred to make school more entertaining. Yet when he thinks about the Yule Ball, George thinks about Y/N and Y/N alone.
A pointed cough echoes from behind him. “You’re thinking about that girl again, aren’t you?”
George turns around to see his twin looking at him sardonically. Fred knows about George’s crush, and he’s known since the very beginning. George isn’t sure if that’s good or bad.
George arches a brow. “What of it?”
Fred blows out an exasperated breath. “Just ask her to the dance, for Merlin’s sake. I’m sick of seeing you pine all day.”
George chucks a nearby scrap of paper at Fred’s head, although Fred knows enough to duck. “I can’t pine, Freddie, I’m no tree.”
Fred pretends to glare. “Terrible joke. And you know full well what I mean, you’re just trying to hide from the truth. You like this girl more than anyone, just ask her out. It’s that simple.”
George scoffs. “Yeah, it’s totally just that simple. I think I’d rather face a horde of bloodthirsty monsters than have to track down some girl in front of her friends. The teasing from you alone would be a menace.”
Fred just chuckles. “It was simple for me. I asked Angelina already, didn’t I?”
“That’s different,” George says with a pointed look, “all you did was make eye contact with her and wave your arms about as if you were taking part in a swing dance.”
“Actually, that was a waltz. I very clearly was in closed dance position, something you should know if you’re keen on going to the ball in the first place.” Fred clarifies.
George loses the battle against rolling his eyes. “Of course, I should have known. Still, it’s not the same.”
He can feel how weak his argument is, though. It shouldn’t be that hard to ask a girl to a dance, right? Right?
George launches his first attempt that very day. He takes it upon himself to find Y/N, and ends up stumbling upon her while she’s sitting out in the courtyard with a group of her friends. They’re scattered across the stone tiled floor in a huddle three or four deep.
George tries to make his way over to Y/N, but she’s so shielded from view by her friends that he finds he can’t manage it. George clears his throat awkwardly, hemming and hawing as he tries to navigate the masses of obviously disconcerted Hufflepuffs.
At last, George gives up and asks them to move so he can ask somebody to the Yule Ball, for Merlin’s sake, and all of a sudden the entire flock of them start running for the hills. George finds himself lost in a hubbub of yellow scarves fleeing for cover, and when the dust settles, he’s totally alone. They followed his request perfectly, and all left. All of them. Turns out Y/N left with them.
George makes a face, alone in the courtyard. Great. Looks like this is going to be just as hard as he feared, Fred’s terrible attempts at encouragement be damned.
George tries again two days later. This time, he’s going to be direct about it. Y/N is in one of his classes, and although Professor McGonagall is strict enough that even forever reckless George isn’t idiotic enough to try and engage in friendly conversation in front of his teacher, he can approach Y/N after class ends.
The second the Transfiguration period is over, George all but races to Y/N’s side, making sure he gets to her before her other Hufflepuff friends can block him off. Y/N looks up at him in surprise when George appears next to her; although George has been admiring her from afar for a while, they’ve never really talked together before.
He can chalk that up to nerves coming out of nowhere. Really, how is it that he can wink at expulsion like a pretty girl, yet start stammering when confronted with an actual girl in the flesh? It shouldn’t make sense, but it’s what’s happening now.
George tries to push all thoughts of failure from his mind. He’s one of the Weasley twins, dammit, and around here that’s as good as gold even if he doesn’t feel it right now.
“Hey, Y/N.” Solid enough start, he thinks.
Y/N smiles up at him, albeit somewhat hesitantly. “Hey, George. What’s up with you?”
Merlin, she knows who he is. George tries not to flip out over this, but he’s only half sure that he’s successful.
“Not much. Just, you know, trying to figure out the whole Yule Ball thing.” George looks meaningfully at Y/N, trying to gauge whether or not he’s too late to ask her, but Y/N doesn’t let on anything.
Instead, she chuckles somewhat nervously. “Tell me about it. Truth be told, I’m a little worried about the whole thing. I’m just terrified that I’m going to trip down the stairs and embarrass myself, or forget the steps to the waltz in front of everyone.”
George nods slowly. “You know, I’m sure it would be fun if you went with a friend. Maybe if you went with someone you could trust, someone good, it would end up being alright.”
George swears that he’s being fairly obvious about his hints, but Y/N still isn’t giving him any indication that she’s already been asked or not.
She still looks fine with talking to him, though, so that’s a start. “That makes sense,” Y/N says, “I think I’d like that quite a bit. Do you have any ideas for that sort of gentleman?”
Just as George opens his mouth, one of Y/N’s friends calls her name from across the hall. Y/N quickly bids a goodbye to George, and although she does look sad to be leaving him so suddenly, George is still left standing alone in the corridor. He feels a glum mood settling around his shoulders, as thick as one of Bill or Charlie’s new woolen coats.
“Me,” he finishes lamely, his words lost to the hustle and bustle of the Hogwarts student body, “you could go with me.”
That night finds George even more stressed than before. This time, he’s got not only Fred but Lee Jordan called on for extra help in the whole situation.
Fred cocks his head at George, who’s been pacing back and forth across their dorm for the past ten or so minutes. “I don’t get it. I know you like her, but is it really worth all of this effort?”
George looks confused, so Lee jumps in to clarify. “I think I get what Fred’s saying. I’ve heard so many girls talking about how they wouldn’t mind going with you. I mean, what with your pranks you’ve got far more supporters than you think. I had a date picked out ages ago, and she all but swooned when I asked her.”
George rolls his eyes. “We’re not all Romeos like you, Lee. Swooning isn’t common for us knaves.”
He allows Lee a few moments to chuckle, then keeps going. “I want to go with Y/N, though. I really want to go with her.”
Fred taps his hand against his leg absentmindedly. “What’s so great about her that you couldn’t find in any other girl, especially some other girl who wouldn’t be so hard to track down?”
George finds himself at a loss for words. There’s so much that makes Y/N fantastic, far more than he realized in that first wonderful glance at her. For one thing, she knows who he is outside of just the indescribable, inseparable Weasley Twins. George thinks he could count on one hand the amount of people who are actually able to tell him and Fred apart, and Y/N is one of them.
To him, that’s everything. In a world that keeps George stuck behind the walls of ‘Fredandgeorge,’ having someone know him or at least be able to see him for someone other than his brother’s counterpart is wonderful.
Also, she’s kind. George can admit that he’s been snooping on her a little bit ever since he first saw her. All harmless stuff, of course, just watching with a faint smile whenever her friends sit near him on the train or shooting her glances when he thinks she isn’t looking. Typical crush stuff, that sort of thing.
What he’s been able to uncover is that Y/N is a genuinely good person. George has long scoffed at Hufflepuffs, much like everyone else in the school, but in meeting Y/N he’s realized how wrong he’s been all along. Kindness is not a weakness, not in Y/N and not in anyone else. It takes a certain kind of strength to go through life in any capacity, teased or praised or ignored, and still respond to everyone with a full heart. George doesn’t think he could match that if he tried.
In the end, when faced with the questioning eyes of his brother and his best friend, George just lifts a shoulder and says quietly, “Everything.” It sums up the matter well enough for him.
Lee claps his hands together once. “It’s settled, then. I haven’t seen you stuck on a girl like this in ages, or any of us for that matter. Go get her, George. No matter how long it takes.”
George manages a faint smile. “Yeah, I think I will.”
He’s doing it the next day. George can feel it in his bones as he gets up the next morning, a sort of humming across his mind that things are going to change. His luck is shifting, he can sense it like a coming rain. This is how his story flickers into a golden epilogue, by finally getting the girl that he loves.
George doesn’t leave anything up to chance. He sees Y/N seated at the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall, and he walks right past all the Gryffindor students at their table to sit down next to Y/N. He certainly attracts a fair number of bewildered stares, but he couldn’t care less.
The only person he’s looking at, after all, is Y/N. Y/N, who looks confused as to why George seems to have become a house turncoat, who’s surely got some idea of why he’s here because the corners of her lips keep twitching up even as she tries to suppress her smile.
George clears his throat, albeit a little melodramatically. He can’t help himself. “Y/N, would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?”
Y/N’s face splits in a smile that’s almost dizzying in its brilliance. “I would like that quite a bit.”
George has to fight his hardest to disguise the sigh of relief that’s currently billowing in his chest. “I couldn’t be happier to hear that.”
And he truly couldn’t. At last, he’s got his girl. He can picture the dance already, how Y/N will look in dress robes and a smile even more beautiful than this one. He can’t wait to see it, this dream come true. After this, it’s only a matter of days until the ball, but George’s happy ending begins right now.
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Heyaaaa, I saw a yandere Genshin blog that writes for ladies and I know what I must do!
Could I see what Yandere Yoimiya's like? Perhaps general headcanons as to how she acts once she's in a relationship with her beloved?? TYSM, I'd love to see what you make of this!!
:3 no real intro cuz im really tired, sry
prob ooc yoimiya, but like extra ooc cuz im too tired to think straight
i wrote most of this at 1 am and the rest in math class
i feel like she would be a very soft yandere, yk not hurting her darling or not even wanting to kidnap (but she would if she thought that you would be more safe like that, will hate so much herself if she ever hurt you)
ofc like any other yandere she would kill for you, but it wont be for dumb reasons like some dude looked at you for 0.1 second, no,
but it'll be more if you really hated your boss or someone dared actually hurt you or say something that really broke you
she is really gentle and sweet, plus she loves to make you new fireworks and just gifts you a lot of things in general, even if you're "just friends"
"[y/n]! there you are, i brought you some of my new fireworks!" she yelled as she ran up to you, her eyes glued to your figure ignoring anything else around her in the process.
"look, arent they going to be pretty!" she said as she showed you her concept drawing for the fireworks, and ided they were pretty, and going to be even prettier when in lit up in the sky
"im sure they are, yoimiya" your smile was so sweet and looked so lovely on you, you were the only thing going trough her mind as she got lost in your eyes.. "uhm yoimiya, you ok?
"h-huh?! o-oh yeah love, uh i mean [y-y/n] i-im fine, uhm, would you uuhh like to see the f-fireworks in action?" her face was so warm it felt like she was burning more then that guy would be right now, what stupid idea he had, he should've never even thought about touching you then she wouldnt be so late to seeing you today and-
"yeah of course i want to see the fireworks you made!"her thoguh got cut off with your voice, that beautiful voice...
and also acts like you're the litteral reason she is alive (you are), so if she ever hurt you if even by a tiny scratch she would actually just die inside, and look like she died on the outside
yoimiya
she is really supportive of whatever you do, and if you have like a fashion brand or something it would be the only thing she is willing to wear, or if you work at restaurant she would eat there everytime you have a shift
she would definitely bring you flowers on random occasions and just say it wasnt because of anything special or anything, but it was just because she missed you and really needed to see you or she would've mentally destroyed herself not knowing if you were ok or not
"h-hi, i uhm brought you flowers! y-yeah, flowers i hope you like them i picked them myself" she said giving you a beautiful and big bouquet of your favorite flower, wait did you ever tell her what your favorite flower is?? you dont think so, but you guess it doesnt matter right now, maybe you just forgot you told her (you never told her your favorite flower, yet she knows the exact shade of that flower you like the most).
"awww thank you, yoimiya! i love them!!" you said as you held them close to youer chest, she really wishes she were those flowers right now, all close you. she looked up at your lips, getting cought in the thought of how soft they look and how she so wanted to kiss y-
"y-your w-welcome, i-i just thought t-that you were so pretty that you c-could use some flowers- what! n-no no i-i mean you i uhhh i-i have to go n-now yeah, i-i'll see you l-later" she panicked, what was she saying and in front of you too no no no, what if you thought she was weird now, or what if she went too fast and too far...
"o-oh ok, have a nice day yoimiya! thank you again for the flowers" you waved goodbye with one hand and had the flowers in the other, wondering why she seemed to be running out to the middle of nowhere. she talked so fast you didnt even hear what she said other than a few words which were "you were so pretty", and they left a blush behind that certainly would go away for a few hours or so.
if you lived far away, like not even in inazuma, she would send so many letters to you, even if you didnt know who she was as she just saw you while on the road once and fell so badly in love, its fine you're going to fall for her sooner or later
she would also visit you again and again but that costs a lot of money so she tries to convince you to move in with her, but if thta doesnt work she might actually get frustrated and just drug you and then take you home herself
with that idea still in mind, if she met you while in sumeru and you were a student she still doesnt want to interfere with the things you love (though save some of that love for her pls) so she wouldnt kidnap you but would wait patiently for as long as you need, or promise to take you out to study the things in inazuma instead (she would murder your professer if they said no and that you should stay in the akademiya, abselutely)
"how are you doing this week? i know i send you a lot of letters but i just had to when i found out where you lived so i didnt have to travel so much as it costs quite a bit. but its worth it if it means i can see you every so often, as you are slowly becoming the reason i exist, i would love to hear about everything you have done in your life, big or small. please think about visiting inazuma soon, i would love to show you around all the different regions, shops and more. i also learned what proper love is now because of you, and i think it indeed is you, as i cant find anything that i love and adore more than you.
i also picked some fireworks out for you, they are from my personal collection and are very pretty, just like you, i would love to get your feedback on them and would happily make you a thousand more if you want me to. i will also make different ones if you get bored of the ones youcurrently have
please keep yourself safe
Your Love-Yoimiya"
attached to the letter is a few too many fireworks, and some inazuman snacks and accessories too, she doesnt seem to be very wealthy yet has bought you what looks like a diamond necklace and a very pretty ring.
would absolutely cook you meals throughout the day, she'll cook you anything you want for breakfast, lunch, and dinner but she also makes sure you're healthy and checks in on you every few hours to make sure you drink enough too
if you're really depressed, she would make sure you had your meds for it and stuff, would also hand feed you everything. she calls it that because she hates using the word force but yes, she forces you to eat and will not take no for an answer
almost killed your doctor when the meds stop working, but then found out later that its completly normal and its not the doctor trying to kill you (you saved a life that day, multible even)
*knock knock* "oh, my love, i found you! here's your lunch for the day, i used some of the leftovers from yesterday, i really hope you like. oh i also got you your favorite snack right here, and then remember to drink your water too." she left with a kiss to your cheek and blew you an extra kiss before closing the door to your room again.
she wasnt lying when she said you would fall inlove with her at soem point, as you were certainly beginning to fall down deep in the hole that is Yoimiya.
she loves to hug you when around you in general, but loves to kiss you cheek when she feels like you've been away from her for too long. would never actually kiss your lips, altough she wants to, you have to give her permission first and then she might if she still has the confidence
she becomes a literal puddle when you just as much as touch her cheek, yes she has to touch you every second you are near her, but its different when its you doing anything!!!
she thinks you're a god, and in her eyes you are, doesnt matter how ugly you think you are or how weak you actually are. she will worship you so much you would think every 'imperfection' you have is prettier than ever.
she looked into your eyes as she lays in your lap, the sky is pretty, and that was what she thought she would be looking at the whole time, but it seems she made other plans. your eyes are just too captivating, too pretty, and too- her thoughts cut off as she felt your hand play with her loose hair, as she had put it down just as you started to ask her the question.
your hands were soft, and felt nice in her hair. she could lay here forever if it meant you were going to be here and stroke her hair like this, she's sure her pops wouldn't mind if she feel asleep for just a little longer, and she definitely could when she is laying on her darling.
"yoimiya? oh, you're awake, how as your na-" "you look divine" she cut you off as she just stared up at you like you were the god of beauty, like you were the god of her heart, and maybe you were, but to her it wasnt even a maybe. "y-you think so? dont i just look messy? or ugly? i dont think i even brushed my hair today" she looked up at you with a questioning look in her eyes
"no how dare you even think that, you look divine, beautiful, pretty, majestic, lovely, attractive, god-like, charming-" she stopped when you held a hand over her mouth, she wanted to kiss it so badly... "ok ok, i-i get it, i look pretty to you" your face was red, really red, and it looked cute she thinks, very cute indeed. she should make you blush more often so she can see more of your beauty that is only for her too see.
she had an even bigger smile on for the next week and no one knew why, but she normally smiles a lot so they didnt question her. though she would have happily answered with a long rant about you.
when you two actually started dating she would have a constant blush on her face for the next month or smt, she just cant believe you would actually date her, i mean you were just so perfect in every way, and then theres her what do you even see in her, do you even see anything in her?
but its fine if you dont, she wont let you leave anyway, she cant lose you not now, not ever. you are hers and hers alone, and you know she will make sure it stays that way, even if it costs her verything else. you will be hers, and she will be yours.
i uhh didnt just give you general headcanos heh, your welcome??? wtf is going on with me rn
im so single that being kidnapped by a hot person doesnt sound bad at all, like take me PLEASE... *cough cough* thank u for reading pls kidnap me, luv ya-Masterlist
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Roads part 7
6k4 | Joel Miller x fem reader
Chapt summary: you and Joel's paths cross again, 3 years after the breakup
Warnings: 18+ mdni. Infidelity (+ "phone infidelity"), spitting, oral (f/m receving), unprotected piv, ass play, rimming, creampie, ball sucking, cum eating, angst, flashbacks
a/n: last chapter of the series.
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Part 6
You froze when you heard him. You had prepared yourself for the idea of possibly meeting him near Tommy and Maria's house, but not here, in front of the hotel.
You felt your heart racing and your mind thinking about a hundred things at the same time. And the longer you waited, the worse it got.
You wanted to stare at him straight away. Show that the three years were enough to get over him. You took a breath and turned,
“Hey, Joel.”
He smiled warmly.
And of course, he was still as handsome as ever.
Of course, his brown curls, his brown eyes, his dimples were beautiful as always.
Of course, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his biceps and showed off his broad shoulders.
Fuck… you thought.
It took all the energy you could muster to pull yourself together.
“How are you, sweetheart?”
Of course, his voice was as deep and drawling as ever. Fuck.
You smiled, “I’m fine. What about you?”
“I’m fine. So glad to see ya."
He took a step closer, and you said “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Yeah…I guess.”
You stayed for a few seconds without speaking, and then you said to him “well...”
“Wait,” he replied. You didn’t move, waiting to hear what he had to say.
“Do you wanna have a drink with me?”
You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the proposition.
“A drink?”, you repeated.
“We have a lot to talk about”, he said, still smiling.
You felt your answer coming, and you thought it might be the worst idea of your life. You saw yourself years ago, at home, when your hands had brushed each other’s for the first time, and you hadn’t been able to resist temptation.
"That's true. Okay, fine."
"Is tomorrow ok? Coffee, my place at 10am?"
"Sure. Do you still live in the same place?"
"I sure do. See you tomorrow, then, sweetheart."
“See you tomorrow, Joel.”
You entered the hotel, and as you walked down the lobby, you were relieved that he hadn't suggested going to a pub. You didn't want to see any familiar people there. Yet you weren’t sure about coming back to his place.
The next day, at 10 a.m., you knocked at his door. You had arrived a few minutes before, trying to prepare for this coming moment. You hadn't slept well, hesitating for a long time to go. You knew the emotional risk you were taking, but every piece of evidence that this was a bad idea was washed away by this damn inability to resist temptation. To resist the urge to know what was going to happen. Aware that this moment could hurt you.
He opened the door, smiled at you, and said “Always so punctual.”
You kissed each other on the cheeks, and his scent - not just his scent, but his smell - reached your nostrils.
“Come on in, please.”
You entered. Nothing had changed in the living room. Your photo was still there. You didn't know what to think about it. You sat down on the couch.
“So how are you doing, sweetheart?”
"I'm doing well. The work is great, things are going very well." You bit your lip, aware of what your sentence implied. You had been at his house for a few minutes and his calm and controlling attitude was taking power over you. You tried to regain control of yourself.
“And how is your work going?”
"Very good. The business is successful. We have several projects underway and some others planned."
"I'm happy for you and Tommy."
He smiled, and asked “Coffee?”
“Yeah sure.”
He went into the kitchen and you felt very uncomfortable. When he came back, you could hear the coffee running in the coffee maker.
"Huh, listen... I don't know if it's a good idea to be here. I don't know why I'm here actually. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude but... I was surprised by your invitation and I don’t know how to act now.”
“'m sorry. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I was happy to see you and… I imagine a lot of memories came back. And… you know I always loved… enjoyed our conversations. I couldn't help but offer you a coffee, so we could talk a little. Is that okay?”
You were definitely NOT ok. Your hands were shaking and he saw it.
“Oh, sweetheart! I’m sorry I-”
“No, that’s ok,” you smiled sadly.
“Let me bring the coffee.”
You stayed on the couch, stunned. You couldn’t believe how terrible your handling of the situation was. Everything inside you collapsed, and you watched the scene helplessly.
Your phone rang but he didn't hear you answer. When he came back, you were heading towards the front door.
“I’m sorry Joel I… it was a mistake to come here. I should go.”
“No, darlin’, please.”
“Don’t call me that.” There was only desperation in your voice. The feeling of having betrayed yourself by coming to his house, knowing full well that it was a bad idea. It was even worse than you could have imagined, your weakness made you want to vomit.
He grabbed your wrist as you turned towards the door and you didn’t even try to push him away. You turned towards him, face down, and he saw a tear running down your cheek.
“Oh, baby...”
He took you in his arms. You wanted to pull away but he tightened his grip. Not too strong. Not forced. Just enough to make you understand that he really, sincerely wanted to console you.
You finally released the tension, letting yourself go into his arms and hugging his waist with yours. Then you pulled away, and he let you step back.
“Fuck… I’m sorry, Joel. It makes me emotional to see you. I thought I would have handled it better.”
He took your face in his hands and raised it to his. The feeling felt so familiar to you that you didn't even think about stopping his action.
“Listen to me, sweetheart. You know I didn't come across you by chance. I wanted to see you. Not to hurt you. I knew it was now or never. I have never gone against your wish not to contact you. And when I let some time pass, at the time, and I wanted to go to your house - even if you wouldn't have liked it - I found it empty. No curtains on the windows. You were gone, and I felt empty. Although I understood that you needed to cut ties with everything. As you can see, I acted differently.” He moved his head scanning the room, finally stopping at the photo of the two of you on the sideboard.
You were lost. So lost. It would be so easy to let go of everything, let go of your fears, forget why you broke up. Kiss him. You were intoxicated with him, and it came back so quickly. As if you had seen each other the day before, still being together. You wanted to let him comfort you, let his arms wrap around you, listen to everything he had to say. Whatever song it would be. Anything that would make you feel good, right now. But flashbacks hit your thoughts, and hit your heart. There was no point in lying to yourself about the ambivalence of your feelings right away. There was no point making him believe you were strong, that you no longer felt anything. He must have felt the opposite 2 minutes after you entered his home. So you played the transparency card, because you knew that despite your history, he could hear it, and there was no point in lying to him. Not when you were face to face, your cheeks in his hands again, and his deep gaze on you.
“Listen, Joel... Our break up has been really hard for me. I'm sorry I didn't want to show you all that. I'm such a mess right now and I don't have the right to show you that side. So that's why it would be better if I left."
"Don't say that, please. Please don't leave. I know that our break up has been brutal. I've been a coward, you were right. I was so afraid of my feelings that I didn't know what else to do. All this time I haven’t been able to forget you."
"Stop it, please."
Your phone rang again.
"You wanna answer?"
You shook your head.
"Listen. I'm not trying to hurt you. I never wanted to. Can we just... spend the morning ? And talk?"
"It's not a good idea."
"I miss you."
"Fuck, no. Don't tell me that. You… you don't have the right to tell me that. You ended our relationship. You had your reasons, and it happened. But don't tell me that.”
“I ended it not because I didn't love you anymore. I did it because I loved you too much.”
“It's fucking bullshit, Joel. It’s immature as fuck. I thought so then and I still think so now.”
You shook your head. “It’s pointless.” You pulled away from him and he grabbed your wrist again.
“Fuck, Joel…I’ve been through hell. I can't go back there.”
He removed his hand, but said “I’ll let you go, if I’m sure that’s what you want.”
"Excuse me?"
“I hear what you say to me, but I feel something else. Your body, and your heart, say the exact opposite of what your mind says. And… right now, I just wanna hold you against me.”
“Are you mad? After what I just told you? Don’t you even care?”
He approached slowly, and placed his hand on your cheek. Without you backing down.
“Joel?”
“Stronger than me, sweetheart.”
He placed his hand on your lower back, and kissed you gently before pulling back and saying again, “I can’t help myself,” in a soft voice. “I hear what you say to me, but I see the way your body reacts. Your mind speaks, but so does your heart. And they say the opposite. I'm not trying to trick you. But what we had is still there. You feel it too, don’t you? You’re fighting it, but you feel it.”
You stared at each other and felt a tear run down your cheek. He wiped it with his thumb.
“Remember when you used to ask me who I belonged to when we fucked, Joel? That no one could fuck me like you? You were right. No one can. How pathetic is that?”
“It’s the same for me, darlin’.”
He kissed you again, and after a few seconds you placed your hand on his neck before pressing yourself against him.
“You’re gonna break my heart again”, you said.
“I don’t wanna do that. Trust me, baby, ok?”
He took your hand and you said “Joel… Besides what I told you, there is something else. I am not single. Part of me doesn't care, obviously.”
“Is it serious? Or is it someone I know?”
He couldn't say his name.
“Someone you know.”
He frowned and took your hand. “We’ll talk and deal with it later.”
“Are you in a relationship?”
"No. I haven't been since you. Nothing serious.”
You looked at him, and you knew that it was over for you. He was right. Your mind and your heart were polar opposites, and your mind was no longer a match. You wanted to feel him against you. Feel his reassuring embrace. You wanted to feel his mouth and his hands on you. The consequences didn't matter, just as in the beginning of your relationship.
He held out his hand to you and you slipped into his arms. Nose in his neck. You thought you'd never smell him again. Never feel his skin under your fingers again. His hands on your back.
You couldn't stop him anymore. Couldn’t stop you either. The memories were rushing through your head. The good ones, and there were a lot of them.
You kissed, and when you pulled away from him, you took his hand and looked at him, before leading him towards his bedroom.
Once in the room, you placed your phone on the nightstand. The photo you took one morning was still there. He reached for you and held you in his arms. You felt his cock against you. Hard. You groaned. The sensation made your panties immediately wet. God, how much you missed it.
“I need to feel you, baby, I really, really missed you. When I saw you yesterday, my heart leapt in my chest. I need to touch you and kiss you. Is that okay?”
In response, you put your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his neck again, before rubbing your cheek against his.
“Fuck, I missed you so much, sweetheart.”
He hugged you tighter against him again. Joel's heart was on the verge of implosion. He took your hand in his before placing it against his chest. “You feel that?”
You nodded.
“Do you want me to stop?”
You shook your head.
He looked at you and stroked your hair. He kissed your forehead then your cheek. He looked at you again, to check how you were doing. But you had switched. You just wanted to feel good, right away.
“Kiss me,” you said.
And he kissed you. Slowly, like you were a lost treasure that he had just found. And you breathed each other. You brushed your noses together, to remember the sensations from before. He looked at you, and you were so fragile in that moment.
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry for what I’ve done.”
You looked at each other intensely and he hugged you again. You pressed your pussy against his cock. And the physical tension rose, strong.
He took off your shirt, then his own, before holding you against him and feeling your skin. He removed your bra and took your breasts in his hands, caressing them gently. His mouth came down to take one of your nipples, and you slipped your hands into his hair, moaning.
Then he stepped back, and took off his jeans and boxers at the same time. You looked down and gasped when you saw his cock again. His big cock, which had made you cum so many times.
You were unable to move, so he came closer to you and took off your pants.
He left your panties on, first. He looked at you, kneeling in front of you and you caressed his cheek.
He placed a kiss on your pussy, covered by your panties. You shook.
He slid your panties down your legs before removing them completely. His nose slipped between your folds, before coming to caress your clit.
“Fuck,” you said. “Joel….”
“Shhh, baby,” he replied, before getting up and leading you to the bed, holding your hand. He asked you to lie down then settled himself between your legs and placed his hand against your pussy, feeling its warmth and wetness. He swallowed and said “Fuck, sweetheart… can’t believe I’m gonna eat you again.”
He placed his large hands on the inside of your thighs and pressed them so that you spread them even further. You were completely open, your pussy glistening with your wetness.
He grunted and said “Fuck. You’re so fuckin soaked.”
His mouth came to rest against your hole, and as he breathed through his nose, his tongue slipped inside your folds. You instantly arched your back, finding that familiar feeling again. No mouth, no tongue, could fuck you as well as he did. And in that moment, it didn't make you sad anymore. You were just enjoying the thousand sensations coursing through your body. You tried to press your thighs even more against the bed, to open yourself even more. Letting him search every corner of you. Giving him as much access as possible.
He licked your clit gently, with the tip of his tongue, while his hands held your pussy open in the filthiest way possible.
He pulled back to look at your pussy. “God I missed it, baby. So much. You taste so good.”
He ran his tongue from your hole to your clit, collecting all the wetness he could. “Fuck…”
He became more and more feral, not knowing if he wanted to focus on your clit or your wet hole. He alternated between the two of them, until he slipped a finger into your pussy, and added his tongue at the same time, fucking you with both of them, spreading you open with his hand.
“You missed it, baby?”
“Yeah… yeah I missed it, Joel.”
He added a second finger, before focusing his tongue on your clit. He heard your breathing quicken. Your hands, caught in his hair, contracted more and more.
“Be a good girl for me, come on my tongue”, he murmured.
He fucked you faster with his fingers, held his mouth around your clit and swirled his tongue around and over it, until the orgasm gripped you. Your pussy clenched around his fingers and you dug your nails into his scalp, saying “oh my god…fuck.” He removed his fingers from your hole and replaced them with his tongue, lapping up all of your wetness until your spasms stopped.
He kissed you, and slid his fingers between your lips. Your tongues sought each other between his fingers.
"I'm gonna fuck you now baby."
“Wait… I wanna taste you too.”
"Later baby, ok? Later I'll fuck this pretty mouth. But right now I wanna fuck your pussy. My cock wanna hear your pussy screaming for it."
You looked at him and nodded.
He lined himself up at the entrance to your pussy, and pressed gently to get his tip inside. You gasped, at the feeling of his thick cock entering you.
“Are you ok, sweetheart?”
“Yeah baby, don’t worry. I can take it.”
He nodded, and pushed again, gently, without stopping. Inch by inch, his gaze boring into yours the whole time. Until he hit the bottom. He kissed you, cock buried deep in your pussy.
Then he pulled back slowly, before thrusting in again, harder. You felt his balls tapping against your pussy. He hooked his arms under your shoulders, using them as leverage to fuck you harder. You moaned into his ear, your arms wrapped around him.
Your phone rang again. He watched the name appear and frowned as you turned your face towards him.
“Answer”, he growled.
"What?"
"We don't want him to worry about you, baby. Right? Pick up, and tell him you're ok."
It was fucking twisted, you knew it. But his possessive side was turning you on. So you picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, love. I was worried, couldn't reach you. Are you ok?"
Joel grabbed your chin with his hand making you look at him.
“Y…Yeah, I’m ok. Sorry,” you said. Joel put his hand over your mouth and pounded you, eyes fixed on yours. It was his way of making you understand that after all these years, you were still his. And you couldn't deny it. The minute he fucked you again, you knew it too. You could never belong to someone else as you belonged to him. As you were his. You were dazed and didn't even try to remove his hand or to make him understand that he had to stop, that it was fucked up. You barely heard what Stefan was saying to you. Joel slowed down and then removed his hand.
“Sorry, what?” you said.
“Are you sure you’re ok?”
Joel had his hand back on your mouth and was pounding you again, harder. Looking at you so intensely. Then he removed his hand again and gestured for you to answer your boyfriend.
“Yeah. Sorry I'm at Tommy and Maria's. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Okay, love. Be safe.” He hung up.
“Fuck, Joel…”
“Now he won’t worry anymore.”
His eyes were darker than ever. He kissed you then withdrew almost entirely, before sinking into you all the way. You groaned.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
You wet your finger in your mouth before rubbing your clit, while he moved away to look at your finger, and your bodies which were one.
“Joel… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.”
“Together, baby.”
You nodded. And you came together, his cock buried in your pussy. You barely heard him say “Good Girl. My fuckin… good girl.”
He stayed inside you, wanting to feel you as long as possible, and said “Jesus, baby….”
He finally pulled out and lay against you, holding you in his arms.
“God, it feels like yesterday.” You looked at each other and smiled.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, without speaking. Then you said softly “I’ve never cheated before.” He took your chin in his hand to lift your face and kissed you.
“I know. I’m sorry sweetheart.”
“Really?”
He looked at you like you were setting a trap for him then he sighed before replying “I know I was an ass about him. That I didn't handle things the right way. Tommy told me about him and said you smiled less around him. I imagine that played a role.”
“I didn’t know he told you that?”
“It doesn’t matter. I can’t say I wouldn’t have acted the way I did, in any case.”
You ended up falling asleep. As if finding yourself had made all your senses relax, all the tensions in your bodies dissipate. He woke up a couple hours later, the rays of the early afternoon sun warming the room. He was alone in the bed. He got up, and entering the living room, he saw you lying on the sofa, facing the window, under a blanket.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah…I got thirsty and fell in love with the view. Again."
“Can’t blame you. May I?”
"Sure."
You sat up to make room for him and he sat behind you, his arm draping over your chest so you leaned against him. You were both naked.
Both of you were looking at the window, the wind was making the branches of the trees dance.
He stroked your arm gently, and rolled your hair between his fingers.
You didn’t speak, just enjoying the moment.
Then you stood up and held out your hand, asking him to go back to the bedroom with you. He followed you as you walked before him. His gaze landed on your ass and his already semi hard cock became hard instantly.
Once in the bedroom, you turned around and saw his eyes on your ass, then on your pussy. You saw his erected cock. You stared at each other.
“Lie down on the bed,” you told him.
Once he was lying down, you came to straddle him, grabbed his cock in your hand and impaled yourself on it in one go, slowly.
“Oh, god,” you said, “Your cock is so fucking thick, Joel.”
He looked at you, biting his lip, hands on your hips. In love. As if you two never broke up.
You leaned towards him and pressed his chin to make him open his mouth. You continued to roll your hips, riding him. Your eyes fixed on his, you made your saliva drip into his mouth. “Fuck babe… I love that”, he said after swallowing it. You heard him moan as your tongue entered his mouth and caressed his.
“Fuck, sweetheart, it’s so good… I missed you so much.”
“Joel…we’re not…”
“I know, baby. I know.”
You didn’t know how to handle these words, which already called for an “after”. You didn’t want to think about “after”.
You tilted your pelvis so that your clit rubbed against his lower stomach, and you grabbed his cheeks in your hands before kissing him. You moaned into his mouth. He caught your tongue between his lips and sucked on it, before releasing it and nibbling your upper lip.
You straightened your torso to stand up straight, and for his cock to go deeper inside you. His hands, previously placed on your hips, came to cover your breasts.
“Touch me Joel, please.”
He placed his thumb against your clit and twirled it under his finger, and you placed one of your hands on one breast, and the other on his own hand, still covering your breast.
“Oh Joel…”
“Cum for me, I got ya. You’re doing so well, darlin’.”
Your upcoming orgasm washed over you even faster, hearing him. Unable to continue your movements, he took over, rolling his hips gently while you came, collapsing on his chest.
“I wanna fuck you rough now, baby. On all fours.”
“You’re so beautiful, baby…” he said, watching you on your hands and knees.
He took his cock in his hand, before pressing it against your pussy. He hesitated and pulled back, before coming to lick you from your pussy to your asshole. You groaned, and bent your elbows, resting on your forearms with your ass in the air. Giving him free access.
You heard him groan too, as he spread your ass cheeks with his hands and continued to lick you up and down. Then, lingering more and more on your ass.
“You missed that too, baby?”
“Yeah… continue, please. Get your tongue in my ass, Joel.”
He focused on your ass, pressing his tongue against it then working it in little by little.
“I can’t wait any longer sweetheart…need to fuck you.”
He came to position himself at the entrance to your pussy and penetrated you suddenly, his hands clinging to your hips. In one go, as he loved to do. And how you loved it too, in a way that left you breathless.
He dropped his saliva onto your ass, watching the thin stream slide down to your ring. He pressed it in with his thumb and pushed his first knuckle into you.
You bit the pillow from the sensations you felt.
“You’re gonna give me another darlin’,” he told you.
“I…I don’t know if I can, Joel.”
“Of course you can, baby.”
He slid his hand up to reach your clit, and changed the angle as he fucked you, to tap against your G spot. He was fucking you so rough, so hard and deep.
“Fuck…damn, Joel.”
The emotions you felt began to overwhelm you and you were no longer able to formalize what you felt, unable to articulate meaningful words.
“Oh, baby… I missed fucking you stupid like that. Cum on my cock baby. Now. Cum for me.”
His voice was softer and lower than ever. You released yourself, and even though you thought you wouldn't make it, another orgasm was coming.
“Fuck yeah baby… I knew you could give me another one. Come on baby. Come on my fucking cock.”
He began to spurt his cum into you, his spasms triggering your own orgasm. The spasms of your pussy milked his cock as he stayed buried as deep as possible inside you.
Both of you showered, like you did before, so often. Washing each other. You slid his cock into your soap covered hand. You ran your hand between his balls, eyes fixed on him.
The rest of the day passed with you talking, sitting on the couch. About Sarah, your job, your apartment. You didn't mention the rest. Not your feelings, not what would happen next. Joel asked you if you wanted to sleep at his place and you went to the bedroom, even though it was still early. You faced each other, his hand resting on your hip.
“You promised me something this morning,” you told him, as you gently pressed his shoulder so that he rolled onto his back.
“Take what you want from me, sweetheart.”
You smiled, as you settled down, your head between his legs. You took his cock in your hand before jerking him off. “I missed that cock, baby”, before adding “I want what’s mine.”
He looked at you, with dark eyes, and he placed his hand on yours, accompanying your movement.
You looked at him before running your tongue over his tip, collecting his precum on your tongue. You swallowed, getting his salty taste in your throat, before placing your lips around the tip of his cock.
You sucked on him, your mouth moving further and further down his shaft. His hand remained placed on yours.
“I missed your mouth, baby. No one can blow me so good.”
You groaned, hearing him, trying to freeze the thought in his mind. You looked at him before coming to caress his balls with your free hand. You released your mouth from his cock and ran your tongue from the top to the bottom of his shaft. You swallowed one ball with your lips, continuing to jerk him, before moving on to the other.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he said.
“You’re gonna cum in my mouth, baby?”
“Yeah… gonna ruin your mouth with my load.”
“Go on, Joel. Fill my mouth.”
You took him back in your mouth and let him jerk off, the tip resting on your tongue.
“Fuck… Fuck, baby… I’m gonna fill your mouth. Such a good girl for me. I want you to swallow all of it, OK?"
You stuck out your tongue even more visibly and waited.
“Fuck… I’m gonna… Oh god…”
Cum spurted out against the back of your throat. You closed your lips around his cock and kept your eyes fixed on him as you swallowed every last drop.
“Fucking hell, babe…come here.”
You crawled towards him to kiss him, mixing your saliva and the rest of his cum. You pressed yourself against him, his arms embracing you.
The sun was setting and the room was filled with darkness.
“We need to talk Joel… I think.”
“Sure, sweetheart.”
“Like I told you, I went through hell. Literally. I don't want to go back there. The separation that we experienced will happen again. Because things are the same as they were three years ago. So… can we agree that this won’t happen again? We enjoy this moment, and we tell ourselves that it won't happen again.”
“Can we take a moment to slow down? Just… enjoy the moment and talk about it all with a clear head? I don't want it to end, baby. I didn’t do it to let you go. I don’t wanna let you go. Spend the night with me. Please. And we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
“Okay,” you said.
You were tired, and weren’t sure if discussing it coldly would change things. You didn't know how the root of the problem could go away.
Joel woke up during the night, your place was cold.
He went into the living room, but you weren't there.
He felt his heart tighten and anxiety overcome him as he returned to the bedroom. He saw a paper you left on the nightstand “I can’t. I'm sorry."
You left while he was sleeping. He held his head between his hands, desperate. He knew he really screwed up the day your relationship exploded. He was afraid of everything and thought it would be easier to be apart, to ignore his feelings, and to silence the fear of losing you.
But feelings don't work that way. They always come back to hit us, in the more or less long term. For him, it came back quickly. The time to let go of his fears and let his heart feel again. And he was hurt. Badly.
Having realized his mistake he came to your house a few weeks later. Ready to do anything to get you back. As he parked in front of your house, he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. The house seemed empty. The mailbox was full of flyers.
“No!” he thought. He ran to your window to look into the living room. Empty. He hit the tile and thought he was going to fall to his knees in the street. He ran back to his car and went to Tommy and Maria's house.
He pounded on their door until it opened, Tommy in front of him.
“Where is she?” Joel asked.
Tommy stepped aside to let him pass. “She’s gone, Joel.”
Joel grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
“What the fuck, Joel?” Maria shouted.
“What do you mean she’s gone?” He wasn't listening. He couldn't listen.
Tommy grabbed Joel’s wrists and pulled himself free. Joel's face was twisted in pain.
“She’s gone. She couldn’t stay there any longer.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because she didn’t want to. And she warned me at the last moment.”
"It's impossible.... Tommy… Fuck… Do you have her address?”
"No. Not for the moment. And if I had it I wouldn’t give it to you. But Joel… She left the town, and changed jobs.”
"What?"
“She did everything by herself.”
“How long have you known?”
"One week. After she moved.”
“And you haven’t said anything to me this whole time? It’s a fucking nightmare.”
“Really, Joel?” Maria said.
Joel looked at her, taken aback.
“Are you really surprised that she wanted to put distance between you? That she wanted you to disappear from her life? Are you that blind?”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about. You don’t know anything about our story.”
“Really, Joel? I know enough to know that you hurt her more than anyone. You hated her ex but he didn’t hurt her. He may have taken away her smile, but you took away her oxygen. You've been way worse to her than anyone.”
“Maria!” Tommy said. "That's enough."
Joel plopped down on the couch.
“Listen, Joel, she made me promise to ask you not to call her. She doesn't want to hear from you anymore. It’s her way of handling things and protecting herself. You have to respect that. It's over."
Your note in his hand, he thought back to that moment at Tommy and Maria's.
The fact that he respected your request. He hadn't contacted you, fearing that you would change your number. He preferred to still have this bond with you, even if he didn't use it.
The days and weeks following your departure, he was a wreck. He threw himself into work, but he never wanted to forget you. He left everything as it was at home. Photos included.
Until yesterday.
Until now. And this time, he wasn’t going to let you go without fighting.
He took his keys and drove to your hotel. Hoping you would still be there.
He knocked on your door. Luckily the number had come up in the conversation the day before. You smiled because it was the same number as the day Tommy and Maria’s baby was born.
“Who’s there?”, you asked.
“It’s me.”
You sighed and opened the door.
“Joel…why are you doing this?” You were tired and sad. You stepped aside to let him in.
“I know I screwed up 3 years ago. We have to burst the abscess. We need to talk about it and tell each other everything.”
“I don’t think there is more to say. You don't want to commit, you're afraid of losing the people you care about. We broke up twice because of this. I don’t want a third time.”
“I am no longer the same. I have changed in the last three years. Our breakup, your departure, they changed me. I realized that you were really gone. That I messed up by not fighting for us.”
“I gave you everything - heart, mind, soul and body. After our breakup I felt empty. When I fuck someone I miss you. What we had. I'm in half of my life and I feel that we missed each other. We crossed, but we missed. It's so fucking sad and pathetic, knowing that I feel empty when I fuck someone, no matter who the person is."
"I won't let you go without doing anything I can this time. I will do everything I can to keep you with me. Can I ask you a question? Without ulterior motives.”
"Yes."
“Why do you say you can't give us another chance, when you and Stefan broke up several times? And now you're back with him again? Why could you try several times with him, and not with me?”
“Because I don’t feel the same for him. I don't risk anything with him, emotionally. It’s meaningless.”
“Is that what you want? Meaningless?”
“No. Of course not. You know it. It's just… easier, in a way. But I would never have got back with him while we were together.”
He nodded.
“I won’t let you go. Not this time,” he murmured.
“It’s… it’s not really up to you.” You hesitated when answering, because of the confidence in his voice.
“I can’t let you go without trying again.”
You sighed.
“I'm fucking exhausted. D'ya wanna go to sleep?”
He didn’t see that coming, but he was glad you proposed. “Sure.”
In bed, you turned on the other side, wearing a shirt and panties.
He didn't want to pressure you so he kept his distance from you and fell asleep. He woke up a few times that night, and he watched you sleep.
He was struggling, not touching you. He fell asleep again.
Once, you woke up when he was sleeping. You looked at him. You were still in love with him. Deeply. You knew it, deep inside. And you were wondering if you shouldn't let go of your decision. If you shouldn't do what your core wanted- go back with him, no matter what.
You wanted to touch his cheek, but you turned on the other side.
You woke up again, a few hours later. He was asleep pressed against you, your back to his chest. His cock rested against your ass, in his boxers. You stroked his hand and heard him groan, as he was waking up. You turned towards him.
“Sorry,” he said. “I must have… hugged you in my sleep.”
“You really wanna fight for us?”
He looked at you intensely. “Yes, sweetheart. I swear."
You hugged him, nuzzling against him. He kissed your forehead.
“Okay,” you said.
You had no certainty. You didn't know what the future would bring. But if you could overcome his demons and yours, you figured it was worth a try.
“Don't blame me, love made me crazy
If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right
Lord, save me, my drug is my baby
I'll be usin' for the rest of my life”
(Taylor Swift - Don’t blame me”)
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When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers you know. Let's spread some self-love! 💛
hi ally !! ahh thank u for sending this in :')) let's see... i've written quite a bundle in the last year :
NIGHT TERRORS — yeah, i'm sure u saw this coming </3 literally my favorite thing ever on this blog, like i don't think i will ever write something like this ever again, which is also kinda sad. it's the demon mystery slow burn of my dreams with my guy changmin!! pls do give it a try even if u can't do scary stuff :') i don't do horror either and i WROTE this (it's just a little gory and suspenseful, but that's all, i think!!)
BIRD HUNT — one of my current ongoing written series! bird hunt features txt choi line x a dc bat boys/vigilantes au. it's a little darker than what i usually write (fluff™) but there r obviously still elements of my humor and good, ol' slow burn! along with night terrors, i think i can also call this one a passion project just cuz i've always been so excited about it and i think i put a lot of energy into it :')
PARTY PEOPLE — i think this one's become a classic on this blog!! party people is what i think kick-started me into deobiblr, and it's the opening to one of my biggest series yet. i think it's just 34k of plain jacob bae brainrot LMAO @@ but can u blame me 🤣 so if u wanna fawn over jacob bae and get the guy, pls do give party people a whirl!
LEAVE THE WINDOW OPEN — awwh now this one has surprisingly become pretty popular, i think, which i was kind of surprised by just cuz i wasn't completely satisfied with how i wrote the end (i think it was paranoia tho). but it's really just a very wholesome neighbors au with san, featuring his cat byeol :')) truly just my brand of fluff and romance LOL
SIMPLE GIFTS — tbh i kinda wish i'd given this a different name, but i do admit that the current title still fits pretty well! chanhee's always been a bias wrecker for me, and model!chanhee even more so !! i remember writing this when the newshot pics came out lmao 💀 and idk this was a lot of fun! i think i esp enjoy the vibes of this one
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would love to see your take on #29 in the cuddle prompts for george and matty!! love reading every one of ur fics <3
Thank you for the ask!! All of the prompt lists on my blog are tagged as 'prompts' and I love writing them so much =)
Here's 29. Being so wrapped up in one another they forget about important bodily functions for example, hunger.
Matty is halfway conscious at best. He's not really tired, but he simply can't come up with a reason to be anymore conscious. George is warm and he smells good, like their laundry soap, like shared cigarettes and joints, like his cologne, and Matty has his head is on George's chest, their arms around each other, pressed together as close as physically possible and working on getting closer. Matty thinks he could be in heaven. He's pretty certain that heaven doesn't exist, but if it does, it's this, it's laying in bed with George in the mid-afternoon, warm and close and so nice he's lost all higher brain function. All Matty can perceive is George and bed.
He's not sure when he last moved. He's not sure when he last ate, drank water, pissed, smoked a cigarette, did anything more than breathed. Time is suspended, Matty is pretty sure. Time isn't happening anymore, the only thing that exists is Matty and George and bed. Time does still pause, of course, and eventually there are shadows reaching across the bedroom. Matty doesn't notice. How could he, when he has everything he could ever need so close?
Eventually, though, Matty's stomach grumbles. He doesn't really notice, but George does. He chuckles slightly and rubs Matty's back, but he waits for Matty to say something. He doesn't. He doesn't even move, just stays.
"Matty," George murmurs.
Matty doesn't answer. If he says anything, he'll shatter the peace he's found here.
"Matty," George repeats, just a little bit louder this time.
Matty mumbles something unintelligible and then his stomach grumbles again.
"Are you hungry?" George tries again.
"'m not moving," Matty grumbles.
"Your stomach keeps grumbling," George counters.
Matty huffs. "If you make me move I'll cry. I'm comfortable. I've never been more comfortable. Ever."
George cards his fingers through Matty's mop of curls and tries, "If I tell you I'm hungry, can we get up?"
"Are you?" Matty asks.
"Yeah."
Matty considers for just a moment the asks, "Are you just saying that so that I'll agree to get up?"
"Would I do that to you?" George counters, mock offense in his voice.
Matty nods, emphatic, and says, "Yes. You have done that to me."
George knows he has. Sometimes, it's easier to get Matty to do things if George frames them as things he wants or needs, rather than things he knows Matty wants or needs.
"I'm cozy," Matty mumbles. "Comfy. I'm not hungry and I don't want to move."
So George lets him be. There's only so much use in arguing with Matty and he's pretty sure he won't win. Matty will have to move eventually and George will make them dinner when he does. Soon, though, Matty's stomach grumbles yet again and George decides they'll have to get up.
"Matty," George says, a little bit firmer. "Let's get up. Lemme make you dinner."
Matty decides he simply won't say anything. George's insistence has reminded him that actually is hungry, but staying in bed is a point of pride now.
George knows what Matty is doing. He knows what Matty is going most of the time, so instead of saying anything more, George simply moves, sitting up and1 disrupting Matty's comfortable quiet.
"George," Matty whines, elongating the first syllable.
"Matty," George responds, mimicking Matty's cadence. "I'm hungry. Let's get up"
Matty groans, dramatic, but agrees, "Fine." He sits up looking adorably disgruntled, t-shirt sliding down his shoulders, curls askew and sends George what's supposed to be a glare, but's really just a sleepy stare.
George can't come up with anything else to other than grin at Matty and say "I love you. I adore you."
Matty's expression turns to a sleepy smile and answers, "I love you, too," and tugs George in for a kiss.
George is fairly certain that Matty is trying to get him to lay back down, but he could never, not in a million years, deny Matty just about anything. Never.
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If you're still accepting prompts from your side blog, I think the hold one in the crying section would be good to see with Steve and reader if that's alright? (Although you can choose who is A and who is B 💙)
thank you for the request from the crying prompt list! i hope you like this my love <3
tw - implied abuse/absence of parents, bad relationship with parents, family trauma
1k words
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“So, we’ll have the morning to ourselves, because otherwise I won’t get you to myself for the whole day,” she smiled as she walked around Steve’s kitchen to grab a glass for herself and him. His birthday was exactly a week away, and with the help of Nancy Wheeler they had the whole thing already planned out. “I think Eddie said he’ll be here to pick us up around lunch time – he’ll already grab the kids first so we just need to grab Robin, and Nance is meeting us-”
For possibly the first time ever, Steve wasn’t listening to her. His eyes were in her general direction, but they were unfocused, like he was mentally somewhere else. He hadn’t moved from his spot leant against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared into nothingness.
She put the glasses back down on the counter and turned to face him, a slight frown on her lips as she walked over. “Stevie?” Her voice was soft, and he only looked up at her when she gently touched his hand. “You still with me?”
He cleared his throat and nodded, but his smile was so forced that it was impossible to believe nothing was wrong. “Yeah, sorry. Birthday stuff, go on?”
Steve still looked completely uninterested, so she gently worked her fingers in between his to lace them together. His hand was tense, fingers flexed until she moved them. But as she stood in front of him, she noticed that the rest of him was tense too.
“Steve,” she mumbled, her voice softer as she worked circles into his hand with her thumb. “Penny for your thoughts?”
He sighed and wiped his face with his free hand. “It’s nothing, honestly.”
“It’s not nothing,” she kept her voice soft as she looked up at him, her thumb continued rubbing his hand. “You can tell me anything, you know.”
For a moment he looked guilty, and she couldn’t possibly decipher why. He hadn’t done anything wrong to her knowledge, and to be honest she wasn’t sure he was even capable of doing something wrong. Whatever was going on must’ve been really hurting him, and that was all the more worrying.
“I know,” he sounded quiet and deflated. Like he was just really tired of everything. “It’s not… I guess I just didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”
“What, baby?”
Steve stared at her for a moment through an expression that she couldn’t decipher, before he squeezed her hand and took in a deep breath. “I told you that my parents won’t be here for my birthday, yeah?” she nodded, and watched with an aching heart as his gaze dropped to the floor. “I wasn’t really that upset at first. I mean, you know what they’re like, they’re never here,” he grumbled, an undertone of hurt in his words. “and I really am excited about what you and the guys have planned, I know I’m gonna have a good day,” he took a pause and sighed, and she could practically feel his gaze on their interlocked hands. “Sorry.”
“S’okay,” she told him, and lightly squeezed his fingers. “Take your time.”
Steve nodded. It took him another moment before he spoke again. But she made sure not to voice her concern just yet. “I dropped Dustin off at his house yesterday but he wanted to show me something in his room – I think it was a new game or something, little nerd – and I saw how much his mom loves him. Like… really loves him. I’m happy he does, but why does his mom love him and mine can’t even come home for my fucking birthday?”
“Oh Steve.” If he had taken Dustin home the day before then just how long had he been dwelling on this thought?
She didn’t know what she should say to help him – what could help – so she pulled her hand from his grip and wrapped her arms around him instead. His head fell limp against her shoulder as she worked a palm between his shoulder blades, and as soon as his arms tightened around her waist he shook.
He was crying.
She had seen him go through many different hardships; he had fought and got hurt by interdimensional creatures, got the shit beaten out of him by Billy Hargrove, and was drugged and tortured by Russians. But she had never once seen him cry. But for him to have broken down in her arms like that, his fingers curled into her shirt for some stability, it made her wonder just how much his parents, or their absence, had an affect on him.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered into his hair as she held onto him tighter. She wished that she could tell him that his parents didn’t mean to hurt hm, and that they really did love him so much, but how could she? She had only met them a few times herself, and she knew nothing about their treatment of Steve and how they felt. It would be unfair to feed him empty promises when she just didn’t know. “I love you,” she settled with instead, her voice soft before she pressed a just as gentle kiss to his cheek. “So much, so so much. I’ll always be here for you, I promise.”
Steve took in a shuddered breath and nodded into her shoulder. His fingers gripped her shirt tighter whilst his other arm wrapped around her completely, where he held her tightly. It reminded her of how she used to hold her teddy bear when she had a nightmare as a child, and it made her frown worsen. Steve was still just a boy who needed his parents.
“I know,” he mumbled, his throat thick as he spoke. He leaned back against the counter again and pulled her with him, slotted her between his parted legs to lean against his chest. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, baby,” she whispered, and pressed another soft kiss to his neck. “Do you need anything?”
He shook his head, and if anything held onto her tighter. “No… just stay here a while?”
“Of course,” she whispered. “Always.”
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I use a site skin that hides kudos/comment count/bookmark/hit data on all of the fics on AO3, because they make me feel bad about myself.
5) Do you respond to comments?
Yes! I post my fanfic on the Internet because I want to talk to people about these characters and these stories. Of course I’m going to take the opportunity. If someone comments on a fic of mine, chances are I’ve probably re-read the whole fic before replying, because, again, I’m going to TAKE that opportunity.
6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
All my fics are fairly dour the entire time, but I don’t think they tend to end badly. I’m most interested in the afterwards of something having ended badly (and/or something that is probably going to end badly, but hasn’t yet and maybe it won’t).
7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
All my fics are fairly dour the entire time (she says, again), but happiest overall and happiest ending is probably Some Things, because nothing hard is obviously about to happen right after it ends (e.g. Aizen, the Winter War, the rest of TYBW, etc.).
8) Do you get hate on fics?
Hate, not usually. Passive-aggressive dismissiveness or unsolicited critique, yes.
9) Do you write smut?
I’ve written sexual content, but idk if it’s technically smut? In that the point of it is often not arousal. Like, I’m not expecting anyone to want to read it because it promises to be sexually satisfying and scorching hot. Usually the characters are Going Through It and either the sex is incidental or it makes everything worse. I love either an inconsequential bathroom fuck or sex that exists somewhere on the spectrum of Weird. All of which can be kink in itself, yes! But I’ve never written anything and thought, "yeah, THIS, this is gonna make someone nut."
10) Do you write crossovers?
No, but if I did it would be about Iba being great friends with King from Run with the Wind. This is THE crossover canon of all time, mark me.
11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not as far as I know.
12) Have you ever had a fic translated?
I’m not sure? I’ve had people offer, usually never to be heard from again, but I think it may have happened once, a long time ago.
13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes, but I didn’t really enjoy the process. Or didn’t *get* it? I guess I don’t really understand how it works? I barely understand how RP could work, lol.
Obviously we run this blog in tandem, and have co-written posts. I regularly hop into docs with multiple authors for things like abstracts, copy, organizational statements, etc. But fanfic is, to me, a completely different creature. That’s between you and the characters.
14) What's your all-time favorite ship?
I don’t think I’ve ever thought about a ship in this way. This is not about fandom or fanfic, but I will say I’ve reliably cried about David/Patrick’s wedding (and entire courtship) EVERY time I’ve watched Schitt’s Creek. S-tier.
15) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?
I used to be someone of many fics and many WIPs, but in Bleach I am someone with one WIP and a selection of other posted fics, all of which have been pinched off of my one WIP, like little spider plants.
16) What are your writing strengths?
My strength is that I enjoy the process of writing fanfic. Like, obviously it’s frustrating when something isn’t coming together, or is just bad (though sometimes it’s still enjoyable even when I know the product itself is bad). Sure, it’s often DISTINCTLY UN-FUN if this is happening while the fic is on deadline, but overall I like writing fanfic, and I find I don’t relate to most "writers avoiding writing" memes I see. (Well, with work writing, I find them highly relatable. I’ve heard there are people in my profession who enjoy work writing. COULDN’T BE ME.) By god, I did not wrest away this time to write fanfic, only to NOT enjoy it!!
Product-wise, my strength is that I know my taste, at least, so I usually like the things I post, even if I don’t think they did everything well. Craft-wise, my personal favorite trait of my own writing is the rhythm and repetition, and the layering of metaphor that results.
17) What are your writing weaknesses?
How badly I want to hear from people after I have shared something. My father once told me (not about fanfic lol) that "not everything requires a response" but man, if I’m going to put my heart on the line, my heart requires one, regardless of whether the greater balance of the universe does.
Craft-wise, I think my weakness is sometimes leaving too much to implication (and the opposite, overwriting or overmechanizing, executed out of fear of leaving too much to implication).
18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?
For Bleach, I consider all dialogue as already in-translation, even though the only language these fics exist in is English. Depending no how important I think the dialogue is or how well-versed I am in how the character speaks in Japanese, I will sometimes spend a lot of time thinking about how the scene would go in Japanese, and what the best translation would be for that in English. I’m nowhere near fluent in Japanese; I just really like translation theory. In practice, the way this works is like, I’ll have a certain grammatical construction in mind, or an order of phrases in mind, and then I spend a lot of time deciding if what I want for the scene is a "Nabokov does Onegin" translation (literal, "pure," estranging), or a "Pushkin does Shakespeare" translation (in the artistic idiom of the target language). This kind of playground is one of the things I love most about Bleach, and one of the reasons I started writing for Bleach in the first place. I really enjoy it!
I am not fluent enough in any language other than English to want to write dialogue in it. I think all of you who write fanfic outside of your primary language(s) are phenomenal.
19) First fandom you wrote for?
Online and disseminated to others? Inuyasha, back when you had to also build the website to host it. (We discovered FFN later, lol.)
20) Favorite fic you've ever written?
I really like most of the fic I’ve written, to be honest. I think that’s probably less true of things pre-2009, but probably some of that stuff, too. Some are more take or leave, but of everything I’ve written in the last five years, there’s only one where I looked at the title just now and thought 'ehhhh.'
On this blog, I try to avoid talking in the specific about things I’ve made that aren’t for Bleach, but How Many Thousands is my top favorite. It was written for one of my best friends in the world, before we were actually friends. I consider it my love letter to her.
For Bleach, it’s probably my East Rukongai Soul Train fanfic, which I have read more times than the entire rest of the planet combined. I have read it many times. Thank you to those of you who also read to the end, because you are one of the highlights of my entire 2023!
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