#I just sent an anonymous ask that was like. what if we kissed and then died from the chemicals meme

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Now here me out… Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader x Theodore Nott jealous threesome, where they try to hog all the attention of the reader while visiting the Eiffel Tower (look it up)

Anonymous Flowers

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader x Theodore Nott!

Warnings: threesome, cussing, oral(male and female receiving), fingering

18+ Minors DNI!

Oh, honey, this Eiffel Tower is my absolute favorite. Doesn't it look great this time of year?

It wasn't a secret that both Mattheo and Theodore liked you. However, you didn't want to choose between them and they respected that. Mostly. They'd still shamelessly flirt with you. And try to win your affections with gifts and gestures. But they always reassured you that you didn't need to choose or make things awkward.

Things were going smoothly between all of you, no mean comments to each other, no signs of jealousy minus the occasional glare when the other touched you. 

Until you got anonymous flowers sent to your dorm and texted both of them about it to see if either of them sent it. After about 5 minutes, they both showed up at your dorm. Both knocking loudly.

You opened the door with an annoyed look at how loud they were being. “What?” You asked them loudly. They both pushed past you and into your dorm, looking at the flowers. “No, come in. Make yourselves at home.” You said sarcastically as you closed the door.

You could hear them arguing as you moved to sit back on your bed.

“I didn't send these.” Mattheo said.

“Stop fucking lying.” Theodore said back to him.

“I'm not lying! Why the fuck wouldn't I want her to know I sent them?” Mattheo was getting angry.

“I don't know! I don't know your fucking logic!” Theodore was getting just as angry.

“Guys!” You said loudly to get their attention and they both turned their heads to you. “Neither of you would send something anonymously like that, we figured that out so far, geniuses. That means someone else sent it.”

“Who in the hell would send flowers to my girl?” Mattheo said as he picked up the flowers and inspected them.

“Your girl? You know damn well she's not just yours.” Theo said, taking the flowers from him and inspecting them himself.

“Can you guys stop arguing? I'm not either of yours’ girl.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh, you hear that, Theo?” Mattheo said as he looked over at you.

“She doesn't realize she's ours.” Theodore said as he looked at you too.

“Maybe it's time to show her who she belongs to.”

“I think she could use the reminder since she's getting flowers from some other dickhead.” Theodore said as he put the flowers down and they both walked over to where you were on the bed.

“What?” You asked as you kept looking between both of them.

“You're letting other guys give you attention, darling.” Mattheo said as he grabbed your chin and leaned in close to you.

“That's our job, principessa.” Theodore added, running a hand through your hair.

“It seems you need to learn that, though.” Mattheo trailed his hand to your cheek.

“Are you giving other guys attention? Trying to give other guys what's ours?” Theodore asked, moving his hand to the side of your neck.

Their touches were almost dizzying. “No.”

Theodore tsked. “I think she's lying.”

“It's fine. She won't be for long.” Mattheo gripped the back of your hair tightly and pulled your head back, kissing you suddenly. You gripped at his shirt in surprise.

“You can't just do that, Matt.” Theodore said, pushing Mattheo back from you.

“Oh, but she tastes so good.” Mattheo smiled wickedly at the other boy.

Theodore was close to saying something when you reached up and pulled him down by his shirt to kiss you. He groaned at your bold move as Mattheo moved to sit behind you on the bed, kissing at your neck. As much as both boys hated sharing you, they hated everyone else more than each other. They both worked together in getting you naked, Mattheo working on your blouse and Theodore made quick work of your skirt and panties.

He kneeled between your legs in front of the bed and started kissing and nipping at your inner thighs. Mattheo managed to get your blouse off and quickly got your bra off too, using his hands to tease your nipples. The boys each had a pretty good view of what the other was doing and it only seemed to spur them on more.

Theodore finally licked at your sweet cunt, groaning as you moaned above him, his eyes fighting to watch your face and Mattheo's hands on your boobs.

Mattheo was kissing and biting at your neck as he pinched and pulled at your nipples. He, too, was flicking his eyes between your breasts and Theo lapping at your pussy.

You were so busy feeling everything, you didn't really notice the tension between the two men at the moment. You were moaning and whimpering, one hand in Theodore's hair and the other on one of Mattheo's arms.

“Does that feel good, princess?” Mattheo asked behind you. “Am I making you feel good?”

“I'm making her feel better. And you taste fucking amazing, cara mia.” Theodore said, pushing two fingers inside you.

“Oh, god, you both are so good.” You moan, leaning your head back onto Mattheo's shoulder.

Mattheo groaned and you felt it against your back. “Let me fucking taste her.”

“Not until I got her cumming on my face.” Theodore said with a smug smirk.

“You think I'm letting you make her cum first?” Mattheo said and moved to pull you further onto the bed, completely away from Theodore. He laid you back on the pillows as he settled between your legs, attaching his mouth to your clit.

Theodore was seething, but climbed up next to you guys. He pushed Mattheo over slightly so he could slide his fingers back into you.

Your eyes rolled back as you now had Mattheo's mouth abusing your poor clit and Theodore's long fingers pumping in and out of you. “Holy fuck, shit.” You moaned, one hand flying to Mattheo's hair and the other to the sheets beside you, which Theodore saw and held your hand. He moved to kiss you for a moment before kissing and biting at your chest, his fingers never faulting. Mattheo groaned and reached a hand up to play with one of your nipples as he looked up at you between your thighs. You let out an involuntary moan at the sight and feel, already overwhelmed from his mouth and Theodore's fingers.

It was all too much and they had you cumming with a loud cry, trembling as your legs were trying to close on Mattheo's head. Mattheo relented once he noticed you relaxed a little and leaned up to kiss you again. Theodore removed his fingers too and rubbed your thighs soothingly. 

“You did so good for me, cara mia.” Theodore said.

Mattheo pulled back and glared at Theodore. “For you?” He scoffed "No, princess, you did perfect for me.” Mattheo said as he looked back at you.

“Let me feel your pussy wrapped around me.” Theodore said and brought his free hand to your cheek.

“That's not fair.” Mattheo snapped at Theo.

You touched his arm and said, “I have an idea.” They both looked at you now, ready to hear it. “One on each side. One of you gets my mouth, one gets my pussy. Then maybe switch if you want.” You say, cheeks burning at the suggestion.

The boys looked at each other for a moment.

“I want her pussy.” Theodore said.

“I'll get that pretty little mouth then.” Mattheo said as he looked at you with a smile. He helped you up onto all fours suddenly.

The boys wasted no time stripping, eager to get their hands back on you.

Theodore came up behind you, pressing soft kisses to your back before lining up at your entrance. As pushed into you and you both moaned. “ God, you feel heavenly, principessa.”

Mattheo was in front of you within seconds of that. He brushed your cheek softly for a second. “Open up, baby.” He said, interrupting the soft moment with his cock tapping your lips. You opened your mouth and he pushed in, timing his thrusts with Theodore.

“You talk like a dick.” Theodore said from behind you.

“Did that bother you, love?” Mattheo asked as he looked down at you. You moaned around his cock and he smiled, letting out a soft moan himself. “She said it’s fine.”

“She’s probably too fucked out on my dick to even pay attention to you.” Theodore said. “Isn’t that right, mi amore?” He asked you, giving you a light spank and you moaned loudly in reply around Mattheo’s dick.

“You keep moaning like that and I’m gonna cum down your throat, princess.” Mattheo said to you.

“So quick?” Theodore teased.

You really weren’t paying much attention to the conversation with the way Theodore was thrusting inside you and Mattheo was hitting the back of your throat.

“You would too if you felt her mouth.” Mattheo said, groaning when you gagged around him.

“My cock’s a bit busy stretching out her pussy right now.” Theodore said.

Your orgasm was building this whole time and the way Theodore suddenly angled his hips had his dick hitting that sweet spot in you, making you cum within seconds, trembling and moaning around Mattheo’s cock.

“That’s fucking it, principessa. Make a mess of my cock.” Theodore said as he helped ride out your high.

“Christ.” Mattheo muttered as he slowed his thrust to not overwhelm you.

“I got what I wanted, let me feel her mouth.” Theodore said, pulling out of you and helping you get your mouth off of Mattheo before flipping you over onto your back, moving you so your head was at the edge of the bed.

“You can’t fucking take her like that.” Mattheo said, but made no complaints about the new position.

“Please.” You whined from the loss of contact from either of them.

“I got you, mi amore.” Theodore said as he pushed into your mouth, the angle letting him hit a little deeper in your throat as you gagged and teared up.

“Don’t worry, princess.” Mattheo reassured as he settled between your legs and pushed in your puffy, sensitive cunt.

You were already so sensitive from your last orgasm and the boys were so close already as well from the last position. Both boys toyed with your breasts, praising you for taking their cocks so well. You came first, it only took seconds once Mattheo started playing with your clit.

“Fuck, angel. You feel fucking perfect.” Mattheo said with some strain right before he came inside you.

Theodore didn’t last much longer as you moaned and cried around his dick. “You’re so good for me, cara mia. So fucking good.” He said as he came down your throat.

The boys pulled out of you and both argued with each other as they fussed over cleaning you up.

Whatever problems this may cause was definitely not a concern in your head at the moment as you watched your two boys cleaning you up together.

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[rafedaddy01]

Summary: reader and Rafe are enemies, but their families are super close so they are forced to go on a trip together where they end up sharing a room. One thing leads to another and they end up sharing more than just a room together.

Warnings: smut

Notes: this was a request. It was anonymous so I’m not sure who sent it in but thank you! Btw, I got ALL of your guys’s requests, thank you so much!!! I asked and you guys really delivered. I will get all of them just be patient with me 🧡🥹

You and Rafe NEVER got along. It was a mutual thing.

Anytime your family would gather the two of you would just spend the entire time arguing, about little things.

For example, one time your family was at Rafes house and the way he chewed with his mouth opened bothered you. You kindly asked him to stop and he went off on you. He is such a drama queen.

So when you got the news that your two families would be going camping together… boy oh boy. It would definitely be an eventful weekend.

“Great” you curse under your breath as you try to set up your tent but struggle. You hear snickering behind you and turn to see the eldest Cameron.

You roll your eyes and turn back around.

“Y/n. You’ll be sharing a tent with Rafe”

“What!” You exclaim back to your mother who rolls her eyes at your annoyance.

“Don’t make a scene! Be a reasonable person. You know Sarah has issues with you” you mother explains.

You roll your eyes.

Sarah.

She hated you and for no reason at that.

She could sometimes be worse than her older brother, sometimes.

“Fine” you grumble as you unzip your tent and carry your bag inside.

“Hi roomie”

You roll your eyes as the vein in your forehead try’s to burst free.

“Careful, one day they’ll get stuck like that”

“Good. Then I won’t have to look at you anymore”

Rafe steps back and places a hand over his heart, almost like you had hurt him. “Ouch” he says sarcastically. “And I thought you were starting to like me”

“In your dreams Cameron. There isn’t a bone in my body that could ever like you” your up in his face at this point.

He looks down at you with a smirk.

“Not one?” He asks smugly.

You cock an eyebrow at him

“Not even.. if I do this?”

His fingertips smoothly trail up your waist and arms, coming up to push the hair off your neck and he gives you a genuine smile before locking eyes with you. “Or this..?”

He leans down and places a soft kiss to your neck.

“Ra-“

“Y/n! Rafe! Come out here, we’re getting ready for dinner”

Your moan gets cut off my your fathers voice. You push Rafe off and glare at him as he looks you up and down before turning away and laughing.

“I hate you”

You walk out of the tent and go help prepare dinner.

The rest of the night goes as usual. You and Rafe have your bickering and the rest of the family gets a migraine from it. But something about this bickering is different, it’s almost like… flirting?

At the end of the night your too exhausted to stay up and listen to the adults blab on about business so you tell everyone good night and trail off to your tent.

Rafe was already there and you quietly unzip the tent but stop when you heart soft moans.

“Oh fuck” his voice is quiet but it’s audible for how close you are to the tent.

A smirk forms on your face as you decide to mess with Rafe yourself.

You sit there and listen to him touching himself when he says something that catches you off guard “oh y/n, shit right there”

Your eyes widen as you register what you just heard.

You unzip the tent and push inside, quickly closing it behind you and rushing to rafe.

“What the fuck Cameron!” You punch his arm as he scrambles to get dressed.

“Your disgusting” you go to turn around but are tugged back

“Come on. Don’t say you haven’t thought about it. All this love-hate game we got going is pretty fun, but let me have my own kinda fun now” he leans in to kiss you and for whatever reason you don’t move.

Rafes lips capture yours and it’s.. nice?

He softly groans against your mouth as you open wider and he sucks on your tongue.

“Fuck..” he breaths out as he pulls away.

“This doesn’t mean I don’t hate you”

You quickly tear off your cloths and watch Rafe do the same as you push him down and start straddling him.

“We have to be quiet”

You grasp his hard dick and stroke it a few times as he hisses at you. “Shit”

You smirk as you align it to your entrance and sink down “fuck, rafe”

You stay still for a moment as you try to adjust, but Rafe is impatient.

He sits up and grabs your ass before roughly slamming up into you.

You bite down on his shoulder as you try to keep quiet.

“Rafe” you whisper against his neck as he gets more viscous with his thrusts.

“Shit y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck the best out of you”

You clench around his length as his confession

“Fuck! You like that don’t you. You little slut, like the idea of me disciplining you?” He gives your ass a little swat as you start rocking your hips.

“Shit, rafe” you grab your tits as you toy with the nipples and Rafe watches you with lustful eyes.

“I’m c-close!” You quietly moan as Rafe flips you over and slams into you repeatedly.

You clamp down onto his cock as he swells inside you.

“Fuck rafe, pull out!” You arch your back as your release nears.

“Shit shit shit” Rafe curses as he thrusts once, twice, and on the third time cums deep inside you.

He catches his breath before pulling out and his cum seeps out of you.

“What the fuck Cameron! I told you to pull out!” You whisper-yell as you push him off you and cover yourself with the blanket.

He runs his fingers through his hair and laughs as he lays down on the makeshift bed.

“You better get on birth control because I plan on doing that again”

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism @drewstarkeysbae @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx

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[heart-of-the-morningstar]

More Lucifer x f!reader stuff!

I was sent an anonymous prompt for more Lucifer x reader and I got a little done! This will more than likely contain more NSFW later, but this snippet doesn't have any so no active warnings!

You sat upright on Lucifer’s king sized bed, the King of Hell straddling your lap. You don't know how you even ended up in this position, not on this bed necessarily, but how you ended up as Lucifer's beloved. You believed in your heart that you did not deserve him, but time and time again Lucifer has showered you with praise and adoration like no one ever had before. He was perfect. And you were...you. It didn't make sense.

Regardless, that didn't stop him from holding your face tenderly in his hands while he kissed you with a fiery passion. You were self conscious about being so vocal around him during intimacy, but he made it his mission to elicit as many moans and whines from you as possible. Slowly, he reached down to the hem of your shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric. Your eyes popped open, your mind racing. You pulled away from his lips and went to grab his wrist that held your clothing.

"I-I'm sorry, love," he apologized, releasing your shirt immediately. You sighed and let go of the grip you had on his hand. "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have asked. Please forgive me."

"No, no," you breathed, "it's alright. I'm not upset, I just panicked. I'm sorry."

Lucifer pressed his lips to your forehead and planted a small kiss. "Please don't ever think you need to apologize to me for how you feel, sweetheart."

"O-Ok," you stuttered.

"Do you want to stop?," Lucifer asked. You could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Hard as it was to believe, he cared about you more than anything.

You shook your head. "No."

"You're sure?," Lucifer questioned further, "because if you're uncomfortable, we can-"

You cut him of mid-sentence with a quick peck to his lips. He smiled bashfully, a cute blush spreading across his face. "Believe me, Luci, I want this. I mean I really want this, but..." you found it difficult to articulate what you wanted to say.

"Well, if that's the case darling, what if I go first then?," Lucifer proposed. You cocked your head, unsure of what he was talking about. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top and working his way down. Oh...OH.

Your face instantly feels hotter and your breathing becomes hotter. You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Your mouth has never felt drier. He finally reached the last button of his shirt and you finally see some of his chest. You could almost feel your brain short circuiting.

"Do you wanna do the honors, my dear?," he asked playfully. You gulped as your hands reached towards his shoulders. Gingerly, you slid his sleeves down each arm, slowly revealing more and more skin to you. Once his shirt was completely removed, you couldn’t help but stare. His chest was so smooth and toned, almost like it had been sculpted. “Like what you see?” Lucifer questioned coyly, noticing your unwavering expression of awe.

"W-Well that's hardly fair," you whispered, finally finding your voice, "you're an actual angel. Of course you're going to be gorgeous, I-" you slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized what you had said. "Please pretend you didn't hear that!," you begged through your hand.

Lucifer's face was flushed pink, he could help but smile. He chuckled as he went to remove your hand from your face. "Is that what you really think about me, sweetheart? I'm truly flattered to hear that coming from someone as exquisite as you."

"You...You really think..." you started to say but couldn't finish. Tears began to well up in your eyes, you tried to rub them away before Lucifer could see but it was too late. Lucifer cupped your face and ran his thumbs under your eyes to clear away the tears that had fallen. Your breath hitched, you tried to take in deep heavy breaths so you wouldn't start sobbing.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #writing #my writing

[theholypeanut]

♪ You Belong with Me ♪

Characters: Bachira Meguru, Isagi Yoichi, Kunigami Rensuke

Cw: stalking, fake dating or is it?, fluff and a tiny lil angst, mention of Barou not getting bitches (pov he goes to the same school as Isagi) , mention of Otoya being a horny perv (Otoya slander as always love u Eita)

Plot: Being a football star is not an easy task, being popular can really get on your nerves when someone goes too far. That’s why he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend to make all of this unwanted attention to go away highschool au, fake dating trope, afab!reader, ~800 words each

Bachira Meguru

Bachira was never very popular with girls, so when he started getting anonymous love letters, he was excited. Someone is crushing on him? However, as time passed, it seemed like this person was more obsessed than in love - writing about how cute Megu looks under the shower (how do they know?) and thirsty messages about how amazing he smells - it got very uncomfortable, especially when you don’t know who is sending you all of this. So he asked you if you could pretend to be his partner, just so the stalker would leave him alone. 

Fake dating Bachira was actually a lot of fun. Since you were close friends, so you essentially did the same things, except his hand was wandering on your back a lot, around your waist, in your hair. He started to call you Bumblebee in front of others, making you blush with his affectionate behaviour. To be clear, he was clingy before, but now Bachira Meguru was just a menace. However, it didn’t take you long to get used to wearing his sweatshirt when it was cold, and holding hands around his teammates “because you’ll never know if the stalker is seeing or not, so we have to be like this all the time”. But as time went on Bachira started to be more bold. At first, he kissed your hand occasionally while you walked home, and eventually, he moved on to kissing your forehead goodbye. He didn’t care if it was around people or not anymore. You couldn’t control the butterflies in your stomach every time you felt his lips on your skin. 

Obviously the creepy stalker sent some nasty stuff to Bachira about being heartbroken, however after two weeks you got a familiar envelope in your shoe shelf. Scared that it might be some threat, you opened the letter with shaky hands.

“Take care of him well. I can see how much he loves you”

It caught you off guard, but without a second to think about it, you felt familiar hands around your waist. “Good morning baby” Bachira’s face was right next to your ear as he planted little kiss on your cheek. And just as you looked at him you thought: god, I really don’t want this to end.

He saw the envelope in your hands and got angry at the spot. “I really hope they don’t even try to mess with my-” you shook your head and showed him the letter. “It’s good. You are good” You stopped for a second with a sad look on your face. “I guess if it worked we don’t have to-” the bell starting classes stopped you from ending the sentence. But Bachira knew what you wanted to say and he hated it.

You spent morning classes thinking about Meguru way more than usual. The silence on his part was frightening you, because what if for him it was really just an act? What if he doesn’t mind to come back to things as they were?

On the lunch break you felt your phone vibrating.

Megu: Can we talk? Come behind the gym

Without answering you just stood up and went feeling anxiety taking over your body. When you arrived and saw a familiar silhouette, your heart skipped a bit. Meguru came closer and pushed you gently against the wall and put his forehead on the crook of your neck. Feeling his breathe so close to your skin make you shiver.

“You are right, you don’t have to pretend anymore” he said, and your throat got dry as you felt like tearing up any moment.

“But if we stop pretending, and do it for real, does that mean I can kiss your lips too?”

Isagi Yoichi

Isagi was your best friend since childhood, the best neighbour, an amazing companion to play board games with. And of course, you were always the loudest fan cheering on all of his matches.

Isagi got very popular when he became one of the best players in his high school and girls and boys finally saw the side of him you saw all along: a very athletic, nice and cute boy. And a very, very handsome one.

At first it flattered him that so many girls came to see him play; however, the louder they screamed, and they squeaked every time he looked in their direction, the more annoying it was to him and distracted him from the game. “Isagi, control your fun club” he heard from angry Barou.

But to be fair, he had no idea what he could do with this issue. He was simply too kind to snap at them, and too shy to stand up to them either.

“Maybe they’ll stop if you date someone?” Bachira mentioned in the locker room after practice. Then he whispered right to Yoichi’s ear: “You have someone who you want to date for some time already, right, Isagi?”

Isagi blushed. Of course there is only one person he would even consider to date: you. But how could he ask you to date him because of something so stupid? He couldn’t do that for years now, so how will he grow a pair now?

“Maybe just get a fake girlfriend” he heard Aiku speaking. “If you are such a virgin you can’t actually get one.”

So obviously, when he asked you, if you could pretend to be his partner to get rid of unwanted attention, how could you say no?

And that’s how you two ended in this situation: holding hands with your childhood friend while going back home together. His hands were so warm, and big, and for the entire route you felt hyper aware of his presence.

“So… how was the practice?” You asked to fill the silence. Normally you’d talk for hours and joke all the way home, but apparently Isagi is also not used to holding hands.

“It was very good… I think the fan club might get more and more discouraged” Yoichi barely could make a full sentence, that’s how much he focused on the way your hand felt. If he knew he could hold your hand everyday, he would ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend years ago.

Pretend. Yeah.

However is it still pretending if you are doing that on your way home with no one around?

“So… what are your plans for the weekend?” He asked trying to get himself together. His team didn’t have to play any matches this week, which was a rare occurrence. And gave him some time for himself.

“Well, I don’t have any particular plans” you started holding his hand tighter. He blushed. “I was thinking maybe I’d study some, watch a movie… on my own”

Oh?

“Do you maybe…” he started while looking away, so you won’t notice his embarrassment. “Want to watch it together? Or… or study together?”

You looked on the ground. Isagi started to regret his boldness - what if you don’t actually like him this way? What if you are actually embarrassed to hold hands with him and it makes you uncomfortable, and you only let it happen because you are a good friend? With growing silence he started overthinking everything and started taking his hand back, just to not make you feel more uncomfortable.

But you held it tighter and raised your brow.

“And what do you think you are doing, huh?”

“I’m sorry, that was very stupid” he started. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, you are already spending so much time with me because of this whole situation, just tell me and I’ll stop bothering you so much”

For a football star he was really insecure, but what could he say? He crumbled under the idea that you might be annoyed with his touch or by his presence. Even if he’d have to keep his feelings for you forever, he’ll do it if that mean he gets to keep you as his friend.

“Yoichi” you started quietly. “You don’t make me uncomfortable. You could never bother me, you know? I actually…” you felt the feelings stuck in your throat. “Missed you a lot, since you are so busy with your football career. I missed spending time with you. Just us”

Isagi felt adrenaline was rushing through his veins just like before he was about to shoot a goal. This was an occasion he was waiting for so long.

“Do you maybe want to go on a date together?” He said without hesitation. You blinked a little surprised.

“You mean like, a fake date?”

“No. A real date. Just us. We can go to cinema, or maybe for a picnic, or we can just study together too…” he held your hand so tightly his fingers turned white. You smiled.

“Yeah, I’d love that”

Kunigami Rensuke

Saying that you and Kunigami were very good friends would be an overstatement. You were a manager of his football team for a year now, and you had a massive crush on him, but you never really talked regularly.

Kunigami was always a very polite guy, thanking you for every towel, every water bottle, always helping you with tasks that require strength, but he wasn’t very talkative, so you just assumed he was doing it out of simple generosity - he was a truly decent person. No wonder so many girls were swooning whenever he was on the field, it was always like this. His physique, handsome face, manners - you sometimes felt jealous over girls who could just openly state their feelings for Kunigami, because in your position it would be inappropriate. So you kept it nice and hidden.

Until you regretted it deeply.

There was this one particular fangirl who was on every match, cheering the loudest, always bringing Kunigami food “with lots of protein just as you like”, made herself a shirt that looks just like his football jersey. She was indeed very annoying and most of the team would either find her unbearable, or, as Otoya, were always staring at her ass in this very short skirt she was wearing.

And then you heard one day as you just arrived to school, that Kunigami has a girlfriend. It was like time stopped for a second. Till now you never expected your crush to date someone else, so in split seconds your heart was aching. Was this that girl? Did she finally succeed in her obnoxious tries?

The whole day at school felt like a fever dream. “Would’ve, should’ve, could’ve” was all over your brain. Maybe you should’ve confessed? Be more aggressive in your tries for his heart? Could you even have any chances?

You took your lunch out and tried to find a quiet place to eat, so you can spiral into your teenage depression a little more. But while going around school you passed the girl’s bathroom, just to hear The Short Skirt crying to her friends. You stopped right behind the door.

“He said that he has a girlfriend… and that I should stop coming on the matches… because it’s not okay towards her…” she took breaks to sniffle.

“You shouldn’t cry about it, we know you are way better than this half-ass girlfriend! There’s no way he got someone better than you!” - her friends were seriously doing their best.

Your brain was working fast. So it wasn’t her? You never saw Kunigami talking to any girl outside of you and her. Does he have a girlfriend outside of the school? Actually, Kunigami gives this vibe “neighbours to lovers” or “childhood friends to lovers”, so it wouldn’t be that far off.

You went to think about it in silence to one of the quieter wings of the school, and was just about to eat your sashimi, when someone aggressively entered the room.

“Oh, good. I found you.” you could see Kunigami was running just seconds ago. He was breathing just as he just ended a marathon. Was he that desperate to tell you that your presence bothers his girlfriend too? “Can I sit with you?”

“Sure” you only let out. He took a place meter away from you and didn’t say anything for a while. It started to get a little awkward, so you brought your bento closer to him.

“Do you have any lunch? Want some sashimi?” you went into your manager mode. If your players don’t eat well, how can they play well? Kunigami considered your offer for a split second.

“No, thank you” As always, you thought, Man of few words.

“So…” he started, while looking at the wall. “I don’t know if you heard the rumours yet”

You tried your best to keep your composure. “Yeah. You have a girlfriend? Congratulations” probably the lack of enthusiasm sold you away. At worst you can always pretend that you are just worried that he will play worse if he’d date, right? Because he is a valuable player.

“Yeah this one. So I kinda wanted to talk to you first, before you hear it, but…” he rubbed the back of his neck with embarrassment. “Yeah I should have told you yesterday. Sorry”

Oh? You frowned your brows. It’s not like you are such good friends that you would be the first person he’d say that he dates someone? Again you barely talk outside of practice. “Yeah I don’t think you owe me anything. Again good for you, Kunigami-kun”

“No, I don’t think you understand what I mean” he said quickly, like he was afraid you’d leave. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” You felt a little lost now.

“Actually…” he started, still not looking directly at you. “When I told this cheerleader girl that I have a girlfriend, I did it just so she would stop acting like this. It’s not true”

Oooooh. You blinked. Well, now the day started to get a little brighter. “And you wanted to tell me that… why?”

If you sit closer, you’d see how Kunigami’s ears were bright red. “So Bachira said, that maybe I should ask you to pretend to be my girlfriend for a while, so we would be sure that it looks realistic” he paused and finally looked at you. You never saw him looking so vulnerable. “Of course you don’t have to do anything. I was thinking that maybe I would walk you home, and we would eat lunch together, and we should exchange phone numbers…” With every word he looked more and more red. Could he be any more adorable than in this moment?

You smiled, and then dramatically sighed.

“I don’t know, Kunigami-kun. That is a lot of heat I am taking on myself - you have quite an aggressive funclub” you could feel how he freezes in fear, afraid of where are you going with this. Just like a scared puppy. “I think lunch and walking home are not enough. You owe me at least one date per week, where we go to the cinema, or to the arcade…” you thought for a while. “Honestly if you will not after every goal look at me and obnoxiously scream THIS ONE IS FOR YOU BABY, I don’t know if this is worth it. If I’m gonna get murdered by this witches, at least I wanna know you embarrassed yourself enough to compete with Shidou’s cringe. ”

You could feel how all of the stress just disappeared from his shoulders. He really had all of his little speech prepared.

“Okay” he said smiling. “But I’m not saying anything sexual, some things Shidou screams during the matches are seriously nightmare’s material.”

“Ah shoot, no INTO THE WOMB?” You decided to tease him some more, as he is technically now your boyfriend.

“Please stop”

“Then we go to the arcade twice per week”

“If you skip the embarrassing screaming, I can even win you plushies on every outing”

And just like that, you kinda wished The Short Skirt will never be fully convinced about you two, so you can spend time like this for long enough, so it will just become real.

And so did Kunigami.

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[harlowsthetic]

Missing Anniversary.

Featuring. Jack Harlow x Fem! Wife! Reader.

Anonymous Request. Can you write a jack fic where he misses an important date like anniversary or something so a little angsty that turns into fluff.

Summary. Jack misses an anniversary and you’re upset.

General Tags. Angst and Fluff.

Content Warnings. Crying that's it.

Word Count. 809.

Notes. Anon, I hope I did your request justice, I'm so nervous, this is my first fic that's out on this acc and I really wish I did good, please go easy on me. If you'd like to be tagged when future works are out, you can fill out that taglist form.

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When Jack came home, you were sitting on the couch strolling through your Instagram not even throwing a glance his way. He walks in and smiles when he sees you. “Hey babe, it was a good day at the studio, got a lot done but I missed you though.” He said with a huge smile on his face as he walked up to you going to kiss your lips but you moved your head slightly so that his lips met your cheek. 

“What was that?” He questioned but you just ignored him and kept scrolling through your phone. You were pissed and you had every right to be, today was your wedding anniversary and you thought to make it special by cooking his favorite food and setting up his favorite lingerie that he could take off of you later but he forgot. You tried giving him the benefit of the doubt like maybe his phone stopped working but he texted you earlier asking you to send a picture of the cologne he regularly used.

You knew he would be busy with his album, and you were fine with that, you supported him every step of the way but you never expected him to forget an important day like this, you treasured this day so much, the day you married your high school sweetheart so him forgetting made you feel hurt, you’d have been happy if he just sent a text, it was the thought that count.

“So you not gon tell me why you’re acting weird?” Jack was getting quite annoyed at being ignored especially when he came home early to be with you since he missed you throughout the day, you were the only thing on his mind when he was at the studio so for you to be acting this way towards him was crazy. You simply rolled your eyes and got up and walked past him, bumping his shoulder as you walked to the dining table and picked up the plates of food that were now cold, and made your way to the kitchen to wrap them with saran wrap. 

Jack wondered what he could’ve done to make you this mad at him but he came up empty. What he did know was he wasn’t going to let you go to bed angry. “Babe, please tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it,” he spoke softly as he walked into the kitchen, watching you put the food in the fridge. You ignored him again and were about to make your way to the bedroom but Jack immediately got in front of you, stopping you from taking another step. “Nuh-uh, you know we don’t do silent treatment and no going to sleep angry at each other,” he says as he looks down at you. 

“Jackman move out of my way,” you said as you got annoyed with him being in your presence, not wanting to look into his eyes knowing if you do, you would give in like you always did. Jack was surprised by the use of his first name since you always called him ‘babe’ or ‘baby’. “Not until you tell me what's going on.” 

“Do you know what today is? Why don’t you check the date!” You yelled as you stepped back putting some distance between you and him. You watched him pull out his phone with a quizzical look on his face and when he sees the date, you turn your back towards him not wanting to make eye contact since you might start crying at any moment. “Baby… I’m so sorry, I thought it was tomorrow, I swear I have everything planned,” you stayed silent and he came closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him and that’s all it took for the tears to roll down your cheeks and he started rocking you back and forth.

“You know I love you right?” He says soothingly as he starts tracing shapes on your stomach, you nod your head silently and lean more into his touch. “I promise you, I thought the 25th was tomorrow and had everything ready for us to celebrate,” 

“It wouldn’t hurt you to start checking your calendar on your phone,” your response makes him chuckle. “Yes, I’ll be more up to date from now on, can we start over our anniversary for tomorrow, trust me you gon love what I have planned.” 

You turn around in his arms and look into his blue eyes. “Yes we can, I’m sorry I was mean to you,” he shakes his head. “Don’t apologize, I deserved it, I love you,” he rubs your arm a bit. “I love you too, babe,” he connects his lips with yours, holding you close to him not letting you go, come tomorrow he will make it all up to you.

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[queenie-avenue]

Hii! 🌟

So..i want ask for request about CEO ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

What if one day reader is caught sketching the CEO in some fancy clothes? Would he like to wear this for reader?

(Thank you in advance! Hope u have really good day 👁️〰️👁️)

/// sorry for my English kinda bad at grammar (ง’̀-‘́)ง

He'll wear anything you make.

💌 ⤻ THE CEO, Adrian Houde

—> he's your muse, you're his obsession.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader has a crush on Adrian, obsessive behaviour, posessive thoughts, snooping, fluff, red flags but they aren't so apparent.

notes: i altered the prompt a bit, i hope you don't mind but thank you for the ask! i'm glad you like adrian as much as i do. feel free to send in more asks! love the cute emoticons btw <3 did not proofread, we die like men.

Adrian strolled about the fashion department, his hands raking across the abandoned tables now that everyone had headed home. He rolled up his sleeves to check the time as he walked past the messy and cluttered desks, the heels of his shoes clacking against the floor.

One might ask, what was the CEO of the company doing so late at the fashion department? Everyone had gone home, clocking off early for the holidays — even the ever-busy fashion team — except him. His blue eyes raked across the table as he searched for your table, and finally, he came across it and smiled.

You didn't have a table before, you cramped alongside the lower level employees but well, Adrian pulled some strings here and there for you to get your own table.

It also made it easier for him to look through your belongings.

"Hm?" He hummed when he saw an unfamiliar book on the table. He had memorised every detail of your table, to the point where he knew where you put your emergency snacks — sometimes even refilling them for you anonymously — but this sketchbook was new.

He knew it was wrong to sneak into someone's belongings, and his grandmother would no doubt absolutely pulverise him for such ungentlemanly actions but you already belonged to him. You didn't, but you would soon.

He was slowly cracking you down, he knew. Adrian could still see the blush on your face when you were caught staring at him for too long.

His nimble hands reached for the book and flipped through them. The pages crinkling in his hands as he gazed at all of the different designs. His eyes slowly widened as he recognised the dimples on the model's face, the tousled blonde hair, the dashing pale blue eyes, and the silhouettes you had crafted just for him. The suits, some dresses, some eccentric, some more subdued, and multiple designs made with styles he had a penchant for.

He smiled, knowing that you had to have been observing him rather closely to be able to craft such flattering outfits for him.

"Hah," he breathed out, feeling his cheeks heat up. "You're driving me crazy." He whispered to himself as he felt his entire body grow hot.

He continued to flip through the pages, taking in the sight of him as your muse. He almost wanted to hop in his car and drive off to your house now just to kiss you but he had to restrain himself.

He was a gentleman; even if he snuck into your belongings. He would wait for a while more. His grandmother had always said that a prolonged courting period was needed, filled with flowers, chocolates, gifts, and, of course, polite flirting.

He placed the book on the floor and snapped a few pictures, making sure to make it look accidental, like he had just stumbled across it and sent it to you.

Adrian. H: Stumbled across a cute little thing on the way to a late-night meeting. Mind if I get it privately made? I'd love to wear something you made.

He smirked, knowing that you would fluster. He just wished you were here just so he could see colour fill your face. He made a note to visit the fashion department during lunchtime just to tease you further. Maybe he'd even wear something akin to your designs tomorrow.

He just wanted to get this courting phase over so he could wrap you in his arms like a snake and never let go.

Your sketchbook was practically an invitation for him to do so.

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[justlemmeadoreyou]

For you

(part 2 to waiting)

Anonymous asked: please please do a pt 2 of waiting it’s a needddd 

Anonymous asked: Can we PLEASE get a part two for waiting?? I like, NEED it! And thank you for your amazing writing 💖💖

and, its here!!! a lot of you sent me asks and messages, so i decided to post it!! the last time i did, i got a lot of negative feedback, so, please, forgive me if this was not up to your expectations.

word count: 1k

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

warnings: angst, swearing.

. . .

Throwing the phone away as soon as you cut the call, you broke down all over again. Wails and sobs filled the room, as you cried your heart out. You did not want to talk like that with him, it hurt your heart in the deepest ways. The way he sounded so…broken and defeated, made you regret saying everything you already had. 

With swollen eyes, you got up to use the washroom. As soon as you went inside, the condition made you retch, but where else would you go? It definitely needed cleaning if you were planning on moving back. 

You washed your face too, and came out to look for a towel. That’s when you heard it.

The doorbell.

Nobody knew you, or anyone was living here. Unless…

Getting a peek through the door viewer, your suspicions were confirmed. 

It was Harry.

“Harry?” 

His condition was…miserable. Bags under his eyes, all reddened up and showing hints of tears, suggesting he might’ve cried on the way here. He couldn’t even stand properly. You grabbed him when he began to stumble, and pulled him inside, locking the door.

“Oh fuck!” he cursed, as you pulled him down on the floor- “Y/n! Am I actually seeing you? Did you forgive me? Or am I dreaming? Where am I?”

“Harry…”

Was all you could say, even though there was an ocean of words wanting to make their way past your lips.

“Oh, you look so beautiful! Your skin is glowy” he said, squishing your cheeks together in his palms “You look so ethereal. But seriously? Am I dreaming? Because if I am, then I need to wake up because that would mean either I passed out or am sleeping, but I don’t remember sleeping. I just remember driving. Or did I get in an accident and–” You put your hand immediately on his mouth, to stop him from saying anything else. Those were the words you never wanted to hear, even in your worst nightmares.

“Shh,” you pulled him into you, resting yourself against the door so he could put his head on your lap. “I’m here, Harry, and I am real. You aren’t dreaming. You were driving and I was mad at you, and then you asked me where I wan, then cut the call—how did you figure out I was here?”

“I just–you know–just figured it out. You wouldn’t have gone to a friend’s because that was too much work, explaining everything, and I figured you were tired. And besides our house, this is the only place left for you to be alone.”

“Mmm”

“So, you forgive me? Or you don’t? Love, why are you crying?” he said, sheepishly wiping off a few tears that had escaped, wiping them into his unbuttoned shirt.

“I just…feel bad. For talking to you like that. What if something actually happened to you? I would never have forgiven myself. I yelled at you for no reason, and you were already drunk and you sounded sad. And I swear, I was just too angry at that moment. I never want anything bad–anything bad, happening to you” tears flew down your cheeks, and fell on his neck. He didn’t bother wiping them. Just looked up at you as you broke down.

“It’s not your fault. I was a proper dick today, wasn’t I? Could’ve atleast texted you that I…was, I-I would be late.”

“Why were you late? Did you not want to come?”

“No! No, I did. I even was planning on buying flowers for you. So so many. And then-and-and then kissing you and hugging you. And never leaving your side.” A tear fell from the side of his eye.

“No, baby, don’t cry. It’s-It’s alright.” you wiped the tears from the side of his eye, and he continued.

“I’m so fucking sorry for today. I know that it’s really early, but I love you. Lots and lots of love. And I was just-just get scared that I don’t deserve you. You do so much for our relationship. And I don’t put that much effort. I never have.I just get so caught up with work and my career, that I don’t realize that my life is so much bigger than just that. My life is you. Even today, I was enjoying with the guys, and the alarm I had put for our date rang. I didn’t realize it was that, and I-I ended it. About one hour later, when-when one of them brought up your name, I remembered.” 

You took a deep breath. You were really not expecting that. You just thought that he was enjoying with the guys, and would rather do that than go out with you. But, you were wrong.This was your H. He would never do that.

“It’s okay, H.It really is. And I understand, alright? I know we are not like a trivial couple, our relationship is different. Special. Your job demands more of you than others, and you have to give in that extra. Music is your life, and I don’t ever want to take any of that away from you, okay? Next time, maybe we will plan our date on a day when you’re free. It maybe the next week, or month, whatever. Okay? And I love you too. Lots and lots and lots” you gave him a kiss on his forehead. “And don’t worry about me. We are together. We will be together, for as long as you like. I am not going anywhere. Never away from you. And I am also so fucking sorry for treating you badly.”

“Don’t apologize. I deserved it.”

“No, you don’t. You deserve love. Lots of love. Come here.”

He climbed up, hugging you tighter, and resting his face on your neck. You hugged him back, never wanting to let go.

. . .

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[wosowrites]

There's a Time for Everything (Ona Batlle x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️SMUT WARNING⚠️

a/n: most detailed smut I've written and a slow burn! and the person who requested this accidentally sent it not anonymously and asked me not to share the ask

prompt: Apart for a while, team drinks, a bathroom stall, what more was there to say?

An emergency flight back to the Netherlands due to your mother's health deteriorating had you on a break from WSL duties for two weeks. You spent some time by your mum's side in Leyde before flying back to Manchester once she was in the clear. But two weeks without Ona was hard. You had come to Manchester at the same time and clicked instantly. Both in a new country, both defenders, both looking to create a name for yourselves.

You started dating after three months of being friends. Things moved quickly with you two, but it never felt wrong.

So it was needless to say that when you got back to your shared apartment in downtown Manchester, you wanted nothing but Ona. You wanted to feel her, to kiss her, to smell her shampoo and to trace your fingers on her abs. It was a need at this point, and the thought alone… well it had you biting your lips so hard they bled.

But a last minute text from Mary had your plans all turned around. She had invited you all to go out for drinks as a team, as you had a rare two days in a row off this week due to having just played the FA cup semi final.

The second you saw the text in the taxi going from the airport to the apartment, you almost groaned before texting your girlfriend.

you: We don't have to go, right?

ona: come on now, si we do, its both of our last season with the girls, were gonna miss them and we need to hangout with them as a team.

you: I missed you more in this week than I could ever miss them in a lifetime.

ona: do not tell them that. plus, you only missed my abs.

you: your abs... and your lips. and your hair and your kisses and your smile and your eyes.

ona: I guess I missed you too mi amor ;)

You laughed at her text before putting your phone away as the cab driver pulled up to the apartment complex. You payed the driver and then walked up to the building. You could not wait. You couldn't wait to jump into her arms and kiss her... and then get ready to go out where you couldn't feel every inch of her.

"Great," you groaned as you scanned your key card and walked into the halls of the apartment.

But it was all gonna work out, you knew that the second you opened the door, finding Ona standing in front of it. You dropped your suitcase and opened your arms wide. The spaniard ran up to you and jumped into them, wrapping her legs around your waist and burrying her head into your neck. She was a little bit shorter than you, and your height difference made her a perfect fit in your arms. You were quick to hold her up, not so sneakily placing one of your hands on her ass and the other one on her back. But when she pulled her head away, you moved your hands to cup her face and kiss her. You had backed up against the door and were completely submerged in Ona's lips when she pulled away. "Sorry, mi amor. We need to leave in like... forty minutes," Ona said, tucking loose hair behind your ear. "Put me down now," she said, making you groan. "No." you pouted. "You’re where you belong, with me, in my arms," you said to her, placing your forehead against hers and then kissing the tip of it.

"Trust me. There’s nowhere more I want to be. But you need to get out of your airplane clothes… and you need a shower," she said, sniffing your hair. "Wow, thanks babe," you laughed, putting her down. "I’m being honest! It’s that plane stench," she said, pouring herself a glass of OJ. "If you’ll make me shower, at least join me…" you said, wrapping your arms around her waist and laying your chin on her shoulder blade.

"Nope. My makeup is done, my outfit is on and my hair is up. I love you but I look too good to have to start from zero," she said to you.

You rocked back and forth, keeping your hands around her waist. She did look good. She had white dress pants and a short sleeve white button up on with sunglasses hanging from the neck of the shirt. Her hair was up in her classic messy bun and you knew she would wear the grey jordan’s you bought her for her birthday. "You do look amazing, and I guess I should go fix myself up so I can try to look at least half as good as you," you told her, trailing teasing kisses down her neck. She tilted her head to the side, giving you more access to suck on a soft spot.

You took pleasure in marking her, gently passing your tongue over the hickey you had just left to sooth the area. Ona snapped out of her daze a few seconds later though, pushing you away. "Stop that! Enough. Go shower!" she said laughing and pointing at the washroom. "Yes ma’am," you said, raising your hands in the air in submission.

After showering quickly, you blow dried your hair and then walked into your bedroom. You opened the closet you shared with Ona and picked out a pair of blue jeans along with a white tee shirt. You weren’t big on the fancy outfits, choosing instead to make boring outfits more stylish with jewelry and shoes. You put on a gold locket, put on gold earrings in your helix and three lobe piercings. You then chose your own pair of sunglasses and put it on your head before slipping on orange air forces.

You walked out of the bedroom, finding Ona taking a mirror picture. You quickly walked up to her, snaking your hands around her waist again and kissing her cheek. "You look amazing, mi vida," she gently said, turning to look at you and then kissing your lips softly, taking time to suck on your bottom lip for a second. "Hey, no teasing," you groaned.

You left for the bars minutes later, only after Ona made a post to her story of you two.

Getting to the bar by car proved to be harder than expected. For whatever reason, the traffic was insane. So you parked the car about ten minutes from the bar at the first free spot you could find and then hopped out.

"Okay, google maps says that if we go straight for… 2 kilometres and then turn right for 1 the bar should be on our right," you said, looking at your phone and then putting it in your pocket. "Perfecto," she smiled, grabbing your hand and rubbing her thumb gently over the surface.

You walked the distance, catching up on life, talking about your mother and just enjoying Manchester at night. Once you got to the bar though, the fun really started. You met Ella and Alessia outside of the bar, giving them a hug each and telling them you missed them and were excited to get back to playing.

"Game against Liverpool, you gonna be ready for that?" Ella asked as you opened the door to the bar. "You bet. But no work talk. I’m here to be with my girls and only with my girls," you smiled.

You held the door open for the three women and then walked in yourself, the music taking over you. You showed your ID’s to the man standing there and then got in.

Finding the rest of the team wasn’t hard. Mary, Maya, Vilde and Lucia had already taken on the dance floor while Keets, Hannah, Katie, Leah and Jayde were sitting at the bar, having a drink. Clearly, Ella was quick to drag Lessi away to dance.

"Get us drinks!" she yelled back at you before joining Mary in throwing her hands up in the air and swinging her hips.

"Okay then. How about you then? Drinks or dancing?" you asked, knowing her answer. "Do you mind if I leave you to go dance?" she asked, looking at you with her sweet, warm eyes. "Of course not. Go!" you convinced her.

She left after giving you a kiss and then you walked up to the bar, slapping your hands down onto Leah’s shoulders, making her jump. "Y/n! It’s been so long we miss you at training!" she said, turning around when she saw you and giving you a quick hug. "I did too. Don’t worry i’m back next session," you said, taking a spare seat. "Good. Where’s the girlfriend?" she asked.

You looked behind you and pointed out Ona who was dancing with Ella.

"Can I get you anything?" the bartender asked, a tattooed feminine woman. "Uh, yeah. A gin and tonic and for the ladies over there can I get two rum and cokes," you said to the woman. "Of course," she said, sending you a flirty wink.

You ignored her and just turned your attention back to your girlfriend who was now dancing pretty sensually with Vilde. But you didn't mind, she was Spanish after all. In fact, it kind of just turned you on more, made you want to be at Vilde's spot. But preferably in private, and with less clothes on. You stayed fixed on her, watching her hips, her hands, her biceps and the way she laughed loudly at Vilde's hands stroking her hips. "Aren't you jealous?" Jayde asked, watching you watch Ona. "Not at all. She's mine and we all know that. They're just having fun and it doesn't mean anything," you said, smiling at Jayde. "Huh, I could never. If my boyfriend was dancing with another girl like that..." she started saying. "It's different between girls I guess. And its a personality thing as well. I'm just not a jealous person. Unless it was a complete stranger. She's just Spanish," you said.

A hand tapped your back and you turned around to see the bartender with the drinks in front of her. "Perfect, thank you," you said, making sure not to look at her too long as to not lead her on. "Watch my drink while I give these to Less and Ella?" you asked Jayde who nodded and put her hand over it.

You grabbed the rum and cokes and walked onto the dance floor, handing them over to Ella and Alessia. They both thanked you loudly and then started drinking. "Want anything?" you asked your girlfriend when the room got more quiet as it was in-between a song. "Beer?" she asked you. "On it," you answered.

"Could I get a beer for my girlfriend, please?" you asked the bartender. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth opened a little before she nodded. She opened the lid and handed it to you before you went over and gave it to Ona. "You sureeee you don't wanna dance, mi amor?" she asked you. "I'm sure. I look stupid when I dance."

She laughed and kissed your lips softly before going back to her next victim, Lucia.

You drank your gin and tonic but you were soon joined by Mary who despite being sweaty from dancing still looked and smelled amazing. "Mary!" you said happily, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. "Do shots with me?" you asked even though you were already feeling the buzz of the previous drink you had had. "Fuck yes!" she said happily.

The bartender had now changed and you asked a muscly, buff man for three shots each. "Are you guys doing shots?" Katie asked, laughing at you and Mary who were being poured the alcohol. "Hell yeah! Want in?" you asked her. "No, no but I'll film," she laughed, pulling out her phone.

You grabbed a shot of tequila and then linked arms with Mary. "Three, two, one-" you said at the same time before downing the alcohol. "Wooh!" Mary yelled, shaking her head. You then downed the two others in the same fashion, making the room spin and your feelings heightened. All feelings. The sight of Ona on the dance floor had you squeezing your things together when you weren't tipsy, but now, watching her beer in hand, seeing the way her hips moved and her mouth hung open...

You were on your feet quicker than you knew it. You pushed your way past people and found Ona. "Dance with me," you basically moaned into her ear.

Ona didn't have to be asked twice. Lucia was quickly forgotten and soon enough her hips were grinding onto yours, your bodies pressed against each other and your breaths tangled. "I couldn't help but notice..." you breathed gently into her ear, putting your hands flat against her collarbone and then trailing them down her curves, "...that the washrooms are single stalled," you said. Ona's breath hitched once your hands ended up cupping her core quickly, but enough for a heat to form in her stomach. "Vamos then," she breathed.

You gripped her hand tightly and led her through the crowd into the quieter washroom area. The hallway was empty except for a couple making out against a wall. There were four single stall washrooms and you chose the closest one to you. The washroom wasn't too small, there was a counter with a sink and a mirror as well as a toilet. However the sink wasn't centred, leaving enough room to sit on one side of the counter. She went in first and you closed the door behind you both, locking it hurriedly.

In the seconds you locked the door, the distance between your bodies could have killed you. Quicker than you thought humanly possible, you pushed Ona up against the wall, making a picture frame fall crooked. You trapped her between the cement and your own body, quickly attacking her lips, kissing them roughly and slipping your tongue into her mouth, fighting for dominance. Her hands were pushed against your abs while yours found rest on her hips. You wanted nothing more but to see her, to feel every inch of her, but what was a little teasing? You stopped kissing her to trail kisses down her neck, leaving another hickey you knew she didn't have the makeup to cover. As you sucked her neck, you wrapped your arms around her waist, appreciating her soft moans and the way she threw her head back. "Please, baby, I need you," she groaned as you sucked her collarbone. "Ask again, beg," you whispered, unbuttoning the first button of her shirt painfully slowly.

"I'm begging. Please. I need your fingers in me," she breathed out.

That was good enough for you. You picked her up and placed her on the counter, her back against the mirror. You gently looked into her eyes as you unbuttoned her shirt slowly, leaving her in her bra. You didn't need to take her shirt off, but seeing her abs and her tits made sex with her even better.

"You're so beautiful," you said to her as you unlatched her bra and threw it on the bathroom floor. You quickly started sucking on her nipple, placing your left hand flat on her breast and pressing against it, squeezing it, feeling it. "Are you wet, baby?" you said to her once her nipples were hard.

You unbuttoned her dress pants and slowly slipped them down to her ankles, not taking them off fully. She indeed was. Her panties were completely drenched, probably ruined, but it made you ecstatic. "All that for me? You're too much baby," you breathed.

Without warning, you pressed your palm harshly against her pussy. She would have screamed if it wasn't for the fact that you quickly slapped your hand against her mouth. "Shh. I want to hear you more than anything but we don't want to get kicked out do we? Well not until I've fucked you," you winked. She nodded quickly, looking into your eyes and giving you the okay to remove your hand.

You rubbed the pad of your thumb on her clit through her underwear, making her grind her hips up in the air, craving more pressure. "Eager, are we?" you said. "Please, no more teasing," she breathed out, looking at you with her big brown eyes.

You nodded and got down on your knees, looking up at her, admiring her tits, and the sharpness of her chin. You slipped off her underwear, exposing her wet folds and then spreading her legs open. You made quick work of passing your tongue through her pussy, soaking up her current wetness. You sucked gently on her clit, using your hands to control her grinding by pressing down on her hips. "Your fingers!" she basically yelled, making you chuckle into her core. "Patience," you said softly. You harshly slipped your tongue into her hole, using your teeth to graze every inch of her and making her hold in another yell of pleasure. She came for the first time with the concealed moan, letting you lick up her juices. Her thighs squeezed against each side of your head, but you knew she wasn't satisfied.

You didn't think you had ever seen her so wet, and without warning, you slipped in two fingers, making her back arch, her legs shake and her bare chest heave up and down.

Fingers pumping, mind foggy from how beautiful she was, you made sure to hit her spot with every pump. You knew you didn't have long before your teammates got suspicious, so you were adamant on making the most out of the short time you both had.

You girlfriend came about two minutes later with the help of your fingers in her, your nails on her abs and your words of affirmation.

By the time she did, you were beyond wet yourself, but you knew there wasn't any time. "What about you?" Ona said, catching her breath. "No time, at home?" you said to her. "If you can last till then," she winked. Her knuckles were white from holding onto the counter, and you thought that the sight of her naked self sitting there was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. You grabber her bra off the floor as she kept on recovering from your fingers. Gently, you put your hands under her arms and brought her body to yours. You slipped the bra on and then gently put her head on your shoulder to have better access to clip it at the back. You helped her slip on her shirt and then clean her underwear with brown paper as for it to be a little dryer. You then lifted her off the counter and let her put her pants back on.

She took a step forward and stumbled a bit. "Can you walk?" you laughed, catching her and looking into her eyes. "I think so," she laughed as well. You smiled at her, putting your hands in her hair and undoing her bun. "To cover the hickeys," you winked. She fixed her hair as you washed your hands and fixed your own hair. Once she looked as though she hadn't just had the best sex of her life in that washroom, she opened the door for you and you both slipped out quickly.

"There you guys are! Where were you?" Maya asked rather innocently as the older players behind her giggled. "Uh... there was this guy who was pretty chatty," you said, pointing to a random innocent man in the bar. "Oh, well were thinking of going back to Mary's, you guys down?" She asked.

You exchanged a look with Ona and shrugged. "Sure," you said, putting your arm around your waist.

Mary came up to you guys as you left the bar, putting her head between you both. "You can come but don't fuck on my bed. Or in my washroom, or in the guest room," she whispered.

Ona had never looked more embarrassed.

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Just Like This

Summary: Working a second job in a bar to help pay for Sammy’s education, Dean finds a kindred spirit in bar manager Y/N. When a drunk Douchebag gets too handsy with her, Dean quickly jumps to her defence but faces harsh consequences.

Pairing: Bartender!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Getting Fired for @j3bingo

Warnings: tw: sexual assault (groping), fluff, angst, fighting, minor violence, Chuck is a complete and utter asshole in this, getting fired, quitting in solidarity, first kiss, friends to lovers

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Okay, it feels like an age since I’ve written anything that’s just pure floof. I hope you enjoy this fluffy, protective, besotted Dean fic. Please be kind. I’ve had my angst hat on for a long time, and though this was really refreshing, it’s also a little daunting!

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It wasn’t the best job in the world, but as part-time work went, Dean knew it could be a hell of a lot worse than this. He worked with his dad in the garage during the day and worked four nights a week and two shifts at the weekend in Shurley’s Sports Bar. His wages and tips went to his dad to help pay for Sammy’s education. Sure, the kid had a full ride to Stanford; however, he still needed to pay for accommodation after freshman year and the thousands of books he needed for his coursework. And at least this way, his dad didn’t put himself in an early grave by working all the hours God gave him. Lord knows he’d done enough of that when they were kids.

Shurley’s was a decent bar. It had a prime location between the University of Kansas campus and downtown, so it always has a steady stream of customers. It quietened during the summer when the students went home or on their travels, but the locals still made trade steady enough. The owner, Chuck, was a bit of a dick, but he barely showed his face around the place, and the other staff were decent, making it a great place to work.

“Hey, Dean,” Y/N said as she came out of the back office. Y/N was the bar manager and a great girl. They had a lot in common; both lost their mothers when they were young and looked after their younger siblings while their fathers worked three jobs to try and make ends meet. Y/N’d had to drop out of college when her father took unexpectedly sick, having to take care of him and her little sister. Now that her father had passed and her sister had a full ride to another prestigious college, Harvard, Y/N lived in the tiny apartment above the bakery where she worked four days a week and in the bar four nights a week and every Saturday night. The rest of the time, she studied part-time to finish her college education and sent every spare cent she had to her sister in Boston.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled at her. She was pretty, too, and Dean wasn’t afraid to admit that he had a massive crush on her. Not that anything would ever happen because she was her, and he was… well, he wasn’t good enough for a girl like that. “How are ya, sweetheart?”

“I’m good, Dean. How are you? Oh! Did you manage to get Sam’s apartment sorted?” Y/N asked, and he smiled that she’d remember such a thing.

“Yeah, it’s all good now. We managed to get the rest of the deposit together,” Dean said. “Thanks for the extra shifts, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it,” Y/N smiled. “I still can’t believe landlords can actually do that,” Y/N shook her head as she headed behind the bar and started filling the refrigerators with bottles of beer and wine to prepare for the busy Friday night shift.

“Yeah, us either. But it’s done, and he has somewhere to live,” Dean said as he put the last menus and condiment buckets on the tables. “What needs to be done next, boss?” he asked, smirking when Y/N chuckled. She hated being called that, but he seemed to be the only one she didn’t scold for it.

“I could use a hand changing over the barrels if you’ve got time?” she said, breaking up the cardboard that the bottles had been housed in.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Dean headed into the storeroom and started shifting the beer barrels behind the bar as Y/N continued putting bottles in the fridges and replacing the almost empty spirit bottles with full ones to accommodate the busiest night of the year: Friday night football and Freshers Week.

The bar was packed with customers, the warm, sunny weather drawing even more of them in than usual, and of course, Chuck had decided tonight was a good night to show face and ‘help’, putting the staff on edge. Dean had gone with the head down and get on with it attitude, glad it was three deep at the bar so he had an excuse not to have to entertain Chuck for very long.

Y/N had been running around after Chuck all night, finding this paperwork and that invoice and the employee payroll for the past six weeks. Eventually, when he couldn’t possibly ask for anything more, she’d escaped the office, having brazenly told her boss that she was needed front of house to help serve customers.

“I swear,” she’d said as she tied her little black server’s apron around her waist, “It’s like he fucking knew tonight would be the busiest night but still came to check months old paperwork! God, that man is insufferable!”

It wasn’t often that Y/N showed her annoyance, and Dean couldn’t help but think it was cute. Though, admittedly, that could be his crush talking, her furrowed brow and tiny pout were adorable.

“What can I do to help?” he asked as she took her place behind the bar.

“I should be asking you that question!” she giggled. “What do you need me to do?”

“We could do with someone collecting and cleaning the empty glasses, if you wouldn’t mind?” he responded, smiling as she picked up a basket, cleaning spray, and a cloth before he’d finished his sentence.

“You got it,” she winked and headed onto the floor to clear and wipe the tables down. And that, Dean thought, is what makes a good boss. Someone who works with the team to achieve the same goal. Someone who isn’t afraid of stepping in to help by doing the most mundane tasks that are below their pay grade.

Y/N was a breath of fresh air for him in so many ways. She was bubbly and caring, and no matter what was thrown her way, she responded with an air of calmness and dignity that he admired.

“Hey, man. What can I get ya?” Dean asked the next patron, finally taking his eyes off the girl slowly taking over his every thought.

“Be careful,” Dean said as Y/N headed back onto the floor to clear more glasses and tables. “It’s getting rowdy out there. You know what those college boys can be like.”

“Thanks, Dean,” she smiled. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He knew she would be. He’d seen her handling every kind of drunk customer. Still, he’d watch her closely because he was more worried than usual. The crowd tonight seemed even more enthused thanks to the local sports team playing. It still surprised him how often the female staff got touched inappropriately and had the most vulgar things said to them by too drunk and far too confident men. More than once Dean had had to step in and stop something from going too far, and he’d do it as many times as he needed to for Y/N or any of the other female staff.

Y/N managed to get around most of the bar unscathed, but there was a particularly boisterous table of men who only frequented the bar when the Chiefs played. Dean had been watching them all night because they seemed to have forgotten their age and tried to out-drink their much younger counterparts. They’d already run their mouths off to the bar staff, and now one of them in particular had their beady eye on Y/N as she moved from table to table, collecting empty glasses and bottles.

Swapping her tray out for an empty one, Y/N made her way over to their table, and the second she got close enough, the balding guy with the beady eye was quick to rear his hand back and smack her ass. Dean’s hackles rose, and he was on high alert as he watched her give the douchebag a piece of her mind. But he didn’t stop. Douchebag wrapped his arms around her waist and tried pulling her onto his lap. All the while, his douchebag little friends laughed and cheered him on like he’d won a fucking prize.

Dean saw red as he ran around the bar and strode purposely over to the group of middle-aged men amid a mid-life crisis and pulled Y/N from his hold, dragging her behind him to protect her.

“The lady told you to leave her alone. I suggest you do that,” Dean fumed, only getting angrier at Douchebag’s smirk.

“Oh, ladies and gentlemen, we have a jealous boyfriend trying to protect his girl! You know, if she were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t let her out the house wearing something so…” he paused as he leered up and down Y/N’s body, “revealing.”

“Listen, asshole, you don’t want to piss me off right now. Why don’t you and your buddies call it a night and go home? You’ve clearly had too much to drink, and we don’t take kindly to people assaulting our staff here,” Dean’s jaw was clenched, but he’d somehow managed to keep his voice steady.

“Sorry, man,” Douchebag smirked as he stood. “Just can’t help myself when I see a pretty girl showing off half her body like a Goddamn little tease. She’s asking for it, really.”

That was the last straw, and as Douchebag made one final (and unfortunately successful) attempt to get his hands on Y/N, Dean pulled his fist back and punched him square on the nose. The resounding crack as Dean broke the guy’s nose was satisfying, as were the synchronised grimacing ‘oohs’ that the audience this little corner of the bar had attracted.

“You broke my nose, asshole!” Douchebag spluttered. “I’m reporting you for assault!”

“You do that,” Y/N said, “and I’ll have you arrested, too. This whole bar and the CCTV saw you grope me twice and clearly saw me trying to get you off me! What he did,” she pointed at Dean, “was save me from being sexually assaulted!”

“Come on, man,” one of Douchebag’s friends said, patting him on the back. “Let’s get you to the hospital. It’s not worth it.”

“Damn straight it’s not!” Dean yelled. “Any way you spin this, he doesn’t win, so get the hell out and don’t come back!”

Tail between their legs, Douchebag and his friends left the bar. The second the door shut behind them, Dean was next to Y/N, checking her for injuries.

“I’m fine, Dean,” she insisted, but her eyes told a different story. The encounter had shaken her up, and Dean wanted to fix it, needed to fix it.

“No, sweetheart, you’re not. You’re–” Dean began but was interrupted by the shrill voice of Chuck.

“Winchester, my office, now! You too, Y/N.”

Seeing Y/N sitting beside him on the other side of the desk was strange. This was where she did all the paperwork, payroll, ordering, and invoicing, so to see Chuck on her chair was disconcerting. And not good.

“I don’t know what was going on out there–” Chuck began, and Dean scoffed in disbelief.

“You’re bar manager was sexually assaulted by a customer. That’s what happened!” Dean sat forward on his chair, raising his voice. He only calmed when Y/N placed her hand on his forearm.

Chuck pursed his lips at his outburst and continued speaking as if Dean hadn’t interrupted.

“I don’t know what happened, but whatever it was, sexual assault or not,” Chuck looked pointedly at Y/N before he continued. “It’s no excuse for my staff to behave violently.”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Dean fumed. “That… scumbag… touched her ass and her breasts and tried to force her into his lap! You see those bruises, right?” he asked as he pointed to the dark purple fingerprint marks on her arms.

“Inappropriate comments, slurs, even touching, is to be expected when you work in a bar–” Chuck was interrupted again, this time by Y/N.

“There are no touching policies in every strip club in the country for a reason, Chuck! You cannot expect it to be any different in a fratboy sports bar! No one should go to work expecting that being sexually assaulted is okay!”

“For God’s sake, Y/N! So what a guy touched your ass and tits! You should be flattered!”

“It was sexual assault, Chuck! That guy,” Y/N pointed behind her in the general direction of the bar, “touched me without permission, and I could have him charged! You too with how you’re behaving!”

“Oh, stop being so dramatic! I feel sorry for your boyfriend if this is how prudish you are!”

“Hey, that is–” Dean interjected, but Chuck kept talking.

“Dean, you’re fired. I cannot, and will not, allow a violent brute to work in my bar.”

“You can’t do that!” Y/N protested.

“Watch it, or you’ll be gone, too!” Chuck threatened, but Dean knew it was an empty one with her. He needed her too much. The bar would burn to the ground without her in charge.

“No need. I quit. Effective immediately. I cannot, and will not,” Y/N glared at Chuck as she repeated his words to him, “work in a place where I’m expected to be sexually harassed and assaulted and ignore it. I cannot, and will not, work for a man who fires a good person for helping someone in need.”

Standing, Y/N took off her apron and name tag and threw them on the desk. She unhooked the keys from her belt and pulled the cash box towards her, opening it and pulling out two brown envelopes, handing one to Dean and putting the other in her pocket. Once she’d locked the cash box, she tossed her keys down on the cheap metal desk with a satisfying clang.

“Really? You’re going to quit over him?” Chuck scoffed.

“Yes. Dean is worth a thousand shitty bar jobs like this one, and I’d choose him over any of them in a heartbeat,” Y/N said with her head held high. “I hope you know you’ve just lost your two best workers on the busiest night of the year. Come on, Dean. Let’s get out of this shithole.”

Dean didn’t protest. He stood up, smirked at Chuck because he just couldn’t help himself, and followed Y/N out of the bar and onto the street.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t need to do that. I’m a big boy, and I can look after myself,” Dean said after walking in silence for a few minutes.

“I know you can, and yes, I did. That was unfair and undeserved. Especially because it was my fault,” Y/N responded.

“Hey, don’t ever… it wasn’t your fault. Things like that are never the woman’s fault, you know that, right?” Dean couldn’t believe she’d ever think something like that would be her own doing.

“I know, but if I’d listened to you and let Marcus clear tables instead of me, none of this would’ve happened.”

“No. I won’t hear it. You didn’t ask to be groped by a balding douchebag going through a mid-life crisis, sweetheart. Don’t ever apologise for someone else’s wrongdoing,” he reassured her.

“So, what do we do now? We both kinda needed that job,” Y/N chuckled, but it held no humour.

“Well, I might know a guy who owns a wine bar downtown. A classy establishment, so the tips are better. And we’d be treated right,” Dean said, thinking of the bar Cas had tried to get him to work in for months.

“You have a buddy with a bar, and you chose to stay working in that shithole?” Y/N asked in disbelief. “Why? What would possess you to stay there? Willingly?”

“It wasn’t all bad,” Dean smirked. This wasn’t where he envisioned this conversation going–if it ever happened at all, that is–but the perfect opportunity had presented itself and he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t take it. “I got to see you almost every day.”

“Come on! You did not stay there for me!” Y/N scoffed, and Dean shrugged his shoulders, his lips tugging upwards in a shy smile.

“I did, actually. Can’t think of anyone better to spend so much time with.”

“Dean Winchester,” she grinned. “Are you flirting with me?” The teasing tone in her words was one he’d never heard before, and he liked it.

“Do you want me to be flirting with you?” he’d asked, needing to hear her say it before he did something stupid because he’d misread the signals.

“Yeah… I think I do,” Y/N giggled, stepping closer to him, bumping their arms together as they stepped in sync down the sidewalk.

“Yeah?” he asked, checking again because, quite frankly, she was her and he was him.

“Yeah.”

Dean stopped walking and gently grabbed her forearm to stop her from walking ahead. Feeling brave, Dean placed his hands on her cheeks and dipped his head, slowly lowering his lips to hers. Every inch closer he got, he switched his gaze between her lips and her eyes, making sure this was what she wanted.

When there was no hesitation and nowhere else to go, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers. They were as soft as they always looked, softer even, and tasted as sweet as he’d imagined they would.

Y/N pressed herself closer to him with a low hum and slid her arms up his chest, resting one hand on his pec and the other curling around his neck. Dean licked her bottom lip, encouraging her to open her mouth and let him deepen their kiss.

He failed to hold back a groan when his tongue met hers, the feeling so much better than anything his mind could’ve conjured up. Dean couldn’t remember how long he’d wanted this, and now that it was happening, he knew he’d do whatever he could to keep her in his arms, just like this.

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𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋

Julien baker x reader

After the last show of tour, Julien and you end up in a hotel room together. The tension between you breaks.

!!!smut!!!!

Thank you to the anonymous request!!! This is basically a blurb, shorter than most of my fix but still pretty long, not my best but I still love it!

-🦷

It's the last day of the tour, and you end up sharing a hotel room with julien, as the boys decided it would be best to spend a night apart after spending many together. The problem with this is the ongoing tension between you and Julien. The fluttering feeling when your hands touch, the hugs that end in hickeys, the 'friends kissing' turning into her grinding on your thigh, and so, so much more.

Once the two of you are at the hotel, everything between you and Julien is normal. Maybe even better than normal, considering she is wearing a sheer, white tank top with nothing underneath, with boxers for shorts. Currently trying not to visibly drool over julien, you decide to just go shower, choosing to just sleep in a sports bra and boxers. This outfit does the same to Julien as hers did for you.

"It's pretty early, you wanna watch a movie?" Julien asks you as she pats the bed next to her, which seems pretty normal considering the tv is centered in front of her bed.

"Ok yes, but what movie?" You reply, settling into the spot next to her

"Breakfast club? It's one of my favorites."

"I love that movie"

"Perfect" she replies, pulling you closer to her in the bed.

Before you know it, the movie is almost over and you're in her arms, both of you giggling and peppering each other with tender kisses. Soon, this innocent flirting has turned into making out, grinding on each other's thighs, begging for friction with breathy moans.

There's a knock on the door, causing you and julien to jump apart. Now sitting on the bed next to each other, she says "I got it." She opens the door to see room service, dropping off some surprise cookies that you can only assume were sent by lucy.

"Someone sent us cookies!!" Julien exclaims

"Ooooh what kind??" You ask

"Looks like Snickerdoodles to me" she says, handing you one.

"These are amazing, thank god for fancy ass hotels" you say, you and Julien sitting next to each other now on your bed, both of you on your second cookie already.

"Y/n we should probably save some of these for the road tomorrow, we've gotta drive to the airport"

"Fiiiiinnee, and we should probably sleep seeing we have to be on a plane in 7 hours"

After you and Julien do all the nighttime routines you've developed on tour, you decide it's time to actually try and sleep.

"Goodnight Jules"

"Goodnight y/n" she says, turning the lamp between your two beds off.

………..

It's been about an hour since you decided to try and sleep, you're laying there, the only thing on your mind being Julien. Resisting the urge to touch yourself as you think about earlier.

You're clearly not the only one stuck with the activities of earlier on your mind.

Julien, quietly and breathily moans your name. You're now aware of a wet thrusting noise, picking up pace as she now, not so quietly moans your name again, stopping suddenly realizing her volume.

"Julien baby, do you need some help?" You say getting out of your bed and making your way to hers.

"Please y/n"

You move from your sitting position on the side of her bed, going to kiss her. This kiss is even more passionate than earlier. She breaks apart to take her shirt off, which was her last remaining piece of clothing, you follow suit leaving both of you now toppless. Seeing her topless under you as she plays with your nipples, drawing an unsupressable moan from you.

Kissing down her body, kissing all along her collarbones, paying extra attention to her sternum tattoo. Attaching your mouth to her nipple, pinching the other, she arches into you gasping at the pleasure. Nipping at her hip bones, running your hand that isn't holding your hips down along her inner thigh. She was already soaked from before, from just thinking about you. Now this fantasy is becoming real, she can feel herself absolutely dripping with your face so close to her pussy.

"Princess please help me already" she whines out

Your response to this is wordless, dipping your head down to circle her clit with your tongue.

"Jay honey you taste so good, and all for me too"

Her only reply is a moan as you insert a finger into her, curling it just right causing her to grind into your tongue.

Inserting a second finger, it doesn't take long for Julien to come all over your face, the rooms next to you now undoubtedly aware of your name.

As julien rides out her orgasm on your fingers, she shakily says "t-thank yo-you" finally relaxing her body.

Looking up at her, sucking her sweet juices off of yourself, you say "no, thank you julien. This is all I've been able to think about since you kissed me the first time"

Making your way to her side, embracing her softly with your head on her shoulder. Staying that way until her breathing regulates.

"I'm going to go get a towel to clean you up" you say heading to the bathroom.

You come back wiping your face clean of her, handing her a cool cup of water to drink. Cleaning her off as she drinks, making sure to be extra gentle around her clit as it's still tender and swollen.

After cleaning up and getting some clothes back on yourself, helping julien into hers and climbing under the covers, spooning with julien as you both fall into a peaceful sleep.

#boygenius smut #julien baker #fanfic #julien baker x reader #julien baker smut

[darnell-la]

Need your help - Billy Hargrove

pairing: manipulative!boyfriend!billy hargrove x inexperienced!reader

warning: slightly toxic relationship, manipulative, sneaking around, moaning, chocking, hair pulling, hard orgasm, etc.

note: an anonymous sender sent a request, and we posted it privately to got back and edit on the story later, but it disappeared. this has happened 3 times to us, and it’s getting out of hand. we’ll figure something out soon, but for right now, this is for our anonymous sender! love you <3

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3rd person pov

It’s currently 2 in the morning and y/n is sound asleep, as well as her parents. Y/n never sleeps past 10 pm. She has too much work and study to do for the next day, and if she wants to hang out with her boyfriend, Billy Hargrove, she knows she has to get it all done.

Billy on the other hand is wide awake, sneaking through her house after he opens the front door with the hidden key y/n told him about.

He always sleeps late, and it aches him that y/n is never away to be on the phone with him or at his house to pull an all-nighter.

Billy just got through drinking a couple of beers and smoking a few cigarettes before heading over to y/n’s house to see if she was awake. He knows she isn’t, but it wouldn’t hurt trying.

Billy slowly walked down the hallway upstairs, passing his girlfriend’s parent's room. He knew he wouldn’t get caught. That’s the whole reason why he’s here and desperate.

Y/n in the meantime is having a dream of her and her perfect boyfriend, Billy, riding down the street in his Camaro. Her dreams are always so sweet, knowing Billy isn’t fully like that, but at least he is sometimes.

Y/n was so deep in her sleep that she didn’t hear Billy over her, whispering her name after he snuck into her room and locked the door.

“Baby?” Billy shook Y/n’s body, finally waking her up. “Hmm?” She tiredly asked as she slowly turned around, expecting one of her parents, but instead, it was her boyfriend.

“Billy!?” She yelled and whispered as she became fully awake. “Happy to see me, sweetheart?” He asked before giving her a short but long kiss. “Billy, you can’t be heard,” y/n pushed at his shoulders before getting up from her bed.

“I know, but I miss you,” Billy said with a pouty face as he pulled his girlfriend into him, wanting to feel her body in his. He’s so hard and horny, cue she doesn’t know that yet.

“Baby, you can’t just break into my house. My parents are sleeping!” Y/n said, trying to keep calm and quiet so her parents won’t hear her awake at this hour. They’ll know something wrong then.

“Oh, but I can, because you’re my baby, right?” Billy asked as she slowly snaked his hands around y/n back, trying to pull her closer. “Yeah, but- Billy,” y/n said, not really knowing how to respond.

“You’d help me if I needed you, right baby?” Billy whispered. “What? Yes, of course I would,” Y/n said as she pulled back, considered. She prayed to god that his father hadn’t beaten him again.

“Good, because I’m hurting. Very bad,” he fake pouted as he kept his hands on her. “Oh god, Billy, where?” Y/n panicked as she pushed his hands off of him to check him.

“Ssh ssh, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay now because I’m with you,” Billy grabbed y/n face softly. “I need you to make me feel better. You think you can do that for me?” Billy asked her, inches away from her face.

“H-How?” Y/n asked, getting a different feeling about this all. “I need to feel you. I need to finally hear you moan,” Billy softly said as he slowly began to kiss Y/n’s neck.

“W-What? Billy, I-I’m not ready yet though,” y/n said, trying to softly push Billy back, but he didn’t lean back like usual. “C’mon, baby. You’ve been making my way for so long. I’m hurting,” Billy kept saying anything he needed to say to get into his own girlfriend’s pants.

“No, Billy, wait!” Y/n yelled whispered as she strongly pushed at him until he finally stepped back. “So you lied,” Billy said as she stared at y/n with an annoyed look.

“What?” She asked. “You said you’d help me, and you’re not,” Billy said. “Billy, I-I want to help you, but it’s just, I’m not ready,” y/n said, feeling a bit sad that her boyfriend thinks she wouldn’t help him.

“But, baby, I need it. To feel better. You always help me, and right now, I need this,” Billy said as he slowly pulled her in again, trying his act again until she gives into it.

“Billy,” y/n dragged low, not wanting to do anything, but she was too afraid to say no. She loved Billy, and she does think it’s sad that she wouldn’t give it up to her own boyfriend.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Billy whispered in y/n’s ear as he slowly picked her up off of her feet. “I need you,” Billy began kissing on y/n’s neck again as she made his way to his knees, quiet enough for her partners to stay asleep.

Y/n stayed silent, still off about this whole situation but she didn’t want to speak and say something Billy didn’t want to hear. She was afraid he’d be disappointed.

“Mhm,” Billy groaned in the crook of his girlfriend’s neck as he began to grind on her. Y/n let out low whines, still not fully sure about this, but she still kept her mouth shut.

“Gonna feel so much better,” Billy said as he reached down to his crotch, unzipping and unbuckling his pants before pulling his hard cock out. Y/n wasn’t notified of this as she was too shocked by the hickeys he’d never left before.

“You sound so beautiful,” Billy whispered in his girl's ear as he slowly pulled her night shorts off, making sure she didn’t know he was already ready. He couldn’t go slow. He can’t go at her paste.

“You never let me touch this pretty little cunt. I should punish you for that,” Billy said, snapping y/n out of her thoughts. “H-Huh?” She stuttered, her heart pumping at the word punishment.

“Yeah, you heard me. You’ve been a bad girl to me,” Billy said as tears slowly filled y/n’s eyes. “I-I’m sorry,” she said as Billy shook his head as his hand slowly grabbed his thick cock.

“You will be, baby,” Billy said as he forced his cock into his girl's entrance until he was fully in her. “B-Billy!” Y/n almost maimed too loudly before Billy slapped his hands right onto her mouth.

“Keep it down, baby. Don’t want mommy and daddy hearing what a slut their daughter can be,” Billy began thrusting his hips, feeling how fast his girlfriend got wet.

“P-Please,” y/n begged, not knowing for what, but she knew she couldn’t take what her boyfriend was giving her. She’s never done anything like this before. Everything, even the neck kisses was going too far.

“Don’t disappoint me, baby? You wanna help me, right?” Billy asked as she huffed, keeping himself down. She’s the tightest he’s ever been with, and it’s taking him a lot not to go overboard and maybe the whole neighborhood knows what he was up to.

“Y-Yes,” Y/n cried low as she threw her head back after Billy took that hand that was on her mouth and connected it to her neck softly. “Yeah, I know. That’s why you’re so easy, baby. But I like it like that. I like knowing you’ll let me fuck you into this floor whenever I need it,” Billy began to tighten his grip on her neck.

“B-Billy,” y/n moaned, trying to tell him that the neck grip was too far, but she couldn’t get it out as she felt a knot in her stomach form. “I know, baby. It’s so fuckin’ good, right? Should have let me stretch this pussy out a while ago,” Billy said.

Billy used his friend's hand to push down onto y/n stomach, fucking her into her room floor more and keeping her in place. The thrusts he was giving her were feeling up the room, just enough to still keep her parents asleep.

“Such a whore. Can’t even keep your legs closed with a few kisses to your neck,” Billy said, making y/n whine for no reason. She couldn’t even tell herself why that made her eyes roll back.

“Yeah, so fuckin’ slutty. Maybe I should fuck you in the halls until your parents see the view,” Billy growled, slamming his hips into her, literally knocking the wind out of her.

“B-Billy,” y/n whined a bit too loud as she came around Billy’s cock. “Ah, yeah,” Billy chuckled, tightening his grip and using the other hand to grip her hair and tug it to the side.

“Fuckin’ cock whore slut. Can’t even last a few minutes with a cock in your pussy,” Billy spat, seeing the life leave y/n slowly. “Wanna be a cock filled bitch for me, hm? For your sweet ole boyfriend?” Billy asked, getting a little answer out of y/n, but she was sleeping away slowly.

“Yeah, I know you will. You’ll do anything for me. I always do shit for you, so let’s see what a pretty slut you’ll be for me now,” Billy said before he focused on his own orgasm.

“Fuck, baby,” Billy growled, trying to keep his whines in, but a few slipped out as his eyes rolled back. He finally began filling y/n up, knowing she wasn’t on the pill, but he knew not to worry.

He’ll be giving his sweet girlfriend a plan b tomorrow with a few gifts and food in the morning to keep her calm and happy.

Billy quickly let y/n’s neck go, allowing her to breathe fully again. She tried talking, but every time she went to open her mouth, the words wouldn’t come out.

Her legs were shaking and her clit was throbbing like crazy. Billy knew his girl was drained so he picked her up and laid her on her bed.

Billy hasn’t had sex in a while, but he knows he’s never felt the urge to help a woman out after he was done. Usually, he’d wanna leave and go home to take a nap, but right now, he needed to clean up.

Billy left Y/n’s room to go to her bathroom and grab some wipes. He then came back and cleaned her up. He even changed her panties so she’d feel fresh and clean.

“Gonna grab that pill for you tomorrow and some food. Tell your parents I’ll be picking you up a noon. Wanna spoil my baby tomorrow,” Billy kissed the side of y/n’s forehead as she whined, making sure he knew she was fine listening.

After that night, Billy did as told and spoiled his girl like there was no tomorrow. He knew he had her wrapped around his fingers, but he also knew she had him wrapped around hers.

He’d never stop being a toxic piece of shit because he knew, no matter what, y/n loves him and he truly treats her right.

Besides, the act he puts on makes the relationship alive, and at times, y/n knows exactly what Billy’s up to, but she ignores it and goes along. As long as they’re both happy.

#18+ #18+ content #18+ fic #18+ minors dni #18+ only #18+ post #smut #billy hargove smut #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #dark!billy hargrove #boyfriend!billy hargrove #innocent!reader #virgin reader #rough kink #roughfuck

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Anonymous Flowers Part 2

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader x Theodore Nott

Warnings: Fingering, nipple play, slight choking

18+ Minors DNI!

This is just a small update while I figure out the story since a few people wanted me to write more on this.

Part 1

Despite the arguing between the boys, they both cuddled you to sleep. You woke up all sweaty from their heat as you were squished between them. When you opened your eyes, you saw both of them asleep as well. You tried getting up, but their arms were around you and pulled you back down.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Mattheo said from your side.

“I’m burning. You guys are like heaters.” You said as you turned your head to look at him.

“You’re so dramatic.” He rolled his eyes.

“Don’t leave, cara mia. Stay with us.” Theodore said from your other side.

“No more arguing?” You asked.

“Maybe.” Mattheo said.

“I guess we can put our competitiveness aside for a moment for you.” Theodore said as he kissed your cheek.

“I guess we can if it means we can touch you.” Mattheo kissed your other cheek, trailing down to your neck.

“Well, that’s better than arguing.” You said, closing your eyes again to enjoy the kisses.

“You’re not giving other guys attention, are you, principessa?” Theodore asked as he turned your head to look at him.

“No.” You shook your head. “Just you two.”

“Then who would send our sweet girl flowers?” He gently cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

“I wonder if it was that stupid Gryffindor checking her out the other day.” Mattheo said against your neck before biting the skin gently, getting a moan from you.

“That’d be stupid considering you threatened him.” Theodore replied, moving his thumb to brush along your bottom lip.

“Does it really matter who sent them?” You asked.

“You’re our girl.” Mattheo said, grabbing your hair to pull your head back and biting down on your neck again, a lot harder this time. He wrapped his arm around you to pull your back against his chest.

“No one sends our girl flowers but us.” Theodore said, pushing his thumb into your mouth. “Now be good and be quiet. We’re talking.”

You were moaning around Theodore’s thumb from Mattheo’s teeth on your neck. Theodore brought his other hand to  one of your nipples, playing with the sensitive bud. Mattheo noticed and played with your other nipple as he licked and bit at your neck while talking with Theodore. You really weren’t paying attention to the conversation, but they were talking so casually, like they weren’t touching you. Like they didn’t have you moaning and squirming right under their touches.

Mattheo brought his other hand to play with your clit. This had you moaning louder around Theodore’s thumb, your legs trying to close around Mattheo’s hand.

“Didn’t Theo say to be good, princess? Spread your legs.” Mattheo said into your ear.

“She just came a few hours ago, she might be sensitive.” Theodore said as you tried following Mattheo’s order and let go of his hand.

“And?” Mattheo said, still playing with your clit.

“Be gentle.” Theodore warned Mattheo.

“She can take it. Right, angel?” Mattheo asked as he kissed your cheek gently, a contrast to what his hands were doing to you.

“Mhm.” You hummed in response around Theodore’s thumb.

“See, she’s fine.” Mattheo said and you could tell he was giving Theodore a smug smile.

Theodore sighed, but moved his hand from your mouth to help spread your legs, pushing your top one onto Mattheo’s legs and pushing two fingers into you. He leaned his head down to suck at the nipple he was playing with. Your moans were loud now that they weren’t muffled from Theodore’s thumb.

Mattheo moved his hand from your nipple to wrap around your throat, not putting any pressure on it, but more as in a possessive move. “Don’t forget her other tit there, Theo.” Mattheo said as he kissed your cheek and jaw.

Theodore groaned in response, but did move to your other nipple, giving it the same attention.

Everything they were doing, playing with your clit, sucking on your nipples, fingers being pumped in and out of you, all of that had your orgasm building rapidly and your moans were getting louder, higher.

“You gonna cum, mi amore?” Theodore asked as he felt your pussy clenching on his fingers.

You nodded in response, finding it hard to talk.

“We’ve barely done anything to you, darling.” Mattheo teased behind you.

“She’s just sensitive, huh?” Theodore said, joining in on the teasing.

“Come on then, cum for me, princess.” Mattheo said, squeezing your throat to make you a little lightheaded.

“Cum for us, you mean.” Theodore corrected.

“No.” Mattheo replied back bluntly.

“She’s not just yours.” Theodore said.

“Shut it.” Mattheo said before softening his tone for you. “Just let go, angel.”

“Be good and cum, cara mia.”

You listened and came all over their fingers, trembling and moaning, crying out for them. Your legs tried closing again, but Mattheo moved his leg so you couldn’t move yours as they helped you ride out the orgasm with some praises.

“You’re so good, mi amore. I’ll go run a bath for you, okay?” Theodore asked as you caught your breath, both boys now running their hands over you soothingly.

You nodded in reply, too tired to talk.

Theodore kissed your forehead before getting up to go get the bath ready as Mattheo stayed to calm you down. Even if the boys were competitive over you, they did manage to work well together sometimes.

Mattheo picked you up and brought you over to the bathroom after a few minutes, gently setting you in the tub. Both boys fussed over you once again, fighting over cleaning you up. They helped you get dressed after your bath, too. They were doting on you so much, they really wouldn’t let you do anything.

Once you were settled back into your bed, Theodore and Mattheo were back on the flowers again, studying them and arguing about them. It made you roll your eyes, but you did find it amusing how they were so concerned about them.

“We’re taking these, princess.” Mattheo suddenly said to you.

“And we’re going to find out who your little secret admirer is.” Theodore added.

“Can’t have more competition now, can we?” Mattheo smiled at you.

“Rest up, principessa.”

They both kissed you before leaving your dorm, making you think about everything that just happened. What was going on? What does this mean for you and the two boys?

@jeannie-beannie @ultramarinetovelvet @thatonecomfyjumper

#slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys smut #thedore nott x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott smut #theodore nott x reader smut #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x reader

[rafedaddy01]

Kissing in the Rain

Summary: Rafe picks reader up from a date and let’s her complain about all the sleazy things he did and when he gets angry and jealous they get in an argument, but as he drives her home it starts raining really bad and they have to pull over. They get a motel room and things get a little too heated.

Warnings: none

Notes: this was another request, but it was anonymous so I don’t know who sent it :( but whoever did thank you!!

It was 12am and your date had taken you to a party, one were he left you all alone and you found him making out with, not one, but two girls.

You didn’t even bother confronting him.

You simply stepped outside and dialed the one person you knew you could always rely on. Rafe.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Rafe, ca-can you come pick me up?”

“Ar-are you okay? Where are you”

“I’ll send you my address”

You sit and wait and see Rafes truck pull up.

“Get in” he says as he reaches over from inside the truck and opens your door.

“Thanks for coming” you awkwardly say as he drives away.

“No problem, but uh… I thought you were on a date.” He says the last word a bit to harshly. “What happened?”

“Ugh, don’t even get me started. I don’t know why I even decided to go out with him, my friend said he was a catch.” You snort as you remember what you caught him doing “I’m just glad I got away without a fight”

Rafe nods as he listens to you.

“You know, I don’t think you should be dating. Especially so soon”

You roll your eyes as Rafe brings up JJ, your most recent boyfriend.

“Rafe. Don’t start”

“I’m serious y/n, I warned you about him too. You just don’t listen, you shouldn’t be with a guy like him you should be -“ he cuts himself off and your about to ask him what he was gonna say when it starts pouring.

“Ah shit, I can’t see anything” he groans as he turns on his high beams but it’s still no use “I think we have to pull over”

Rafe pulls into the closest building to us, a motel.

“Weather app says it won’t stop raining till morning.”

“Maybe we should get a room” you suggest “I’m pretty tired and we really should continue this conversation when your not driving”

Rafe nods and you both get out of the car and head inside.

Your sopping wet as you both enter the room.

“I’m gonna shower” you announce

Before you walk off Rafe tugs your arm

“Y/n. What I was gonna say earlier-“

“Rafe, stop. You don’t -“

“I love you” he says

You laugh a little as you look into his eyes. Once you see he is serious your smile disappears.

“Rafe..”

“Y/n I’m serious. I know you feel it too, don’t try to deny it! Why do you think it never worked with any of those guys?”

He walks toward you and you don’t move. Instead your eyes are locked with his, occasionally dropping down to his lips.

He’s right. You’ve liked him for some time now. Who are you kidding, you’ve loved him since you first laid eyes on him.

“Tell me to stop”

His hands grip your waist and pull you in.

You place your hand on his chest, feeling his heart pound.

Water droplets falls off your hair and running down your cheeks.

“Tell me to stop and I will” he whisperes as he pressing his forehead to yours and leans his lips closer.

He smirks at your silence as he finally dips down and fully captures your lips with his.

He kisses you like your his breath of oxygen, like he’s drowning and your his only supply of air. He heals your soul with his kiss.

You both start slowly undressing each others, lips still entangled.

He leads you to the bathroom and props you up on the counter, pulling away only to start the shower.

He smiles as he walks back to you and cups your face. He pecks your lips and picks you up, placing you down in the shower.

“Let me show you just why I’m the only one you’ll ever need”

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism @drewstarkeysbae @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx @spencerreidsrealgf

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[neteyamsoare]

new beginnings / nor is now live. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

ಇ new message from: anonymous. anon who asked about nor headcanons here! I'd love to read your thoughts on what the beginnings of a romantic relationship between nor and the sarentu reader would be like, and the new little ways they might show affection to each other while getting used to their new dynamic (having been close friends their whole lives, but only recently confessing their love for each other after years of mutual pining). thanks so much! ☺

ಇ current game. nor and you start the beginning of your new life away from tap together.

ಇ game warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fem! sarentu! reader, slight violence ( not to reader or nor ), confession, headcanon format + fluff. words. 786.

ಇ things to note. i might have strayed a bit from your request but i hope you can still enjoy as i only added in their past to build a story : masterlist / previous fic / taglist.

ᝰ The two of you were always inseparable from when you were younger. 

ᝰ When your older sister, Ah’ari died, Nor was the one to comfort you, always giving you a shoulder to cry on. Anything you needed he was there for you.

ᝰ When Mercer sent in those guards to kill them, Nor wanted to protect you however he could by pushing you behind him while you wrapped your arms around his torso not wanting to lose him. 

ᝰ You had noticed your feelings for him at that moment, your heart eleventh as you cling onto him, you couldn’t even imagine living a world without him.

ᝰ If you ever lost him, you would probably shut down. So in your last moments, you decided to do something you never thought you would gain the courage to do. 

ᝰ “Nor?” You spoke softly and he turned his head slightly to face you with a small smile on his face. “Hmm?” 

ᝰ “If we don’t make it out alive… I just want to tell you that I’m in love with you… always have been,” you rambled as you see the shock expression he carried. 

ᝰ “Just know you don’t have to feel…” he interrupts you as he presses his lips against yours, it was a risky move to do this when he could get shot at any minute but there was no way he could exit this life without knowing this feeling of how your lips would feel against his.

ᝰ He could feel the tears filling his eyes, knowing that any second you will be gone, he planned to do so many things with you once he expressed his feelings but those were only a dream now. 

ᝰ Once the two of you pull away from each other, ignoring the gazes that Teylan and Ri’nela were giving you, he notices the tears making their way down your cheeks and immediately wipes them away so they wouldn’t stain your beautiful cheeks. 

ᝰ Nor pulls you closer to him as he embraces you tighter waiting for the inevitable but the door opens, revealing Alma with a gun as she hurriedly shoots the officers before they could harm her. 

ᝰ Before Nor gets into the pod, he kisses your forehead, rubbing the back of your palm, as he whispers a sweet see you later and you smile as Alma closes your pod. 

ᝰ Sixteen years later, you are all awakened from the pods, a bit confused. As soon as you climb out of the pod while you listen to so’lek talk, Nor pulls you into his embrace, your nose immediately taking in his scent. The two of you share a kiss but just a quick one as you had to exit the facility. 

ᝰ Once you all reach the resistance, you and Nor are the first two to explore the beauty of Pandora that you were taken away from. 

ᝰ The first thing you learn is how to cook meals. With a lot of patience and hard work, you get a bit better at it. You will gift one of your meals to Nor, watching nervously how he takes a bite out of it, hoping he would like it. You watch a smile form on his face as he takes another bite. 

ᝰ While cooking his favorite meals became your special way to show your love, crafting became his way. He saw how excited you were to dress like a true na’vi so he starts courting you just like na’vi would do with their mate. 

ᝰ He doesn’t start courting until he 100% learns to craft excellent quality as you deserve the world in his eyes. So’lek taught him perfectly well due to how he took them under his wing, it took time and it paid off. 

ᝰ The first gift he gifted to you was a bracelet that featured both his and your favorite colors and you immediately pulled him into a long hug, expressing just how much you loved it.

ᝰ He didn’t just stop at the bracelet, he made tops, loincloths, necklaces for you to wear on your missions and whenever you missed him, you would be carrying a piece of him with you.

ᝰ Nor would also find secret hiding places for just the two of you so you can spend time alone with each other. Talking, kissing, cuddling, you name it, it gives you the perfect break from all the RDA mess you have to deal with and you’re happy that you have such an amazing boyfriend.

ᝰ As long as the two of you got each other, life is a little bit easier for the both of you. Nor and you are able to fall in love with Pandora as you spend exploring the world together and that's all that matters in your mind.

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[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: can we get RL!bela as a mom hcs?

Resident Lover Bela would be such a good mama T^T Here’s what I got! Reader, as in all of my works, is gender-neutral. Let’s get into it!

Bela’s always wanted children of her own. She feels so deeply and holds an insatiable need to nurture.

Cass and Dani will be the first to agree that she was a very doting big sister when they were growing up. She always made them play house and insisted on being the mom.

Bela sheepishly brings up the idea of wanting to have a baby with you one night after you give her some… Loving. She can’t even look at you to see your reaction, she’s so embarrassed.

However, you surprise her and nod after thinking for a moment. “Cool,” You say with a nonchalant grin.

Bela gives you the most breathtaking smile. She bawls on your shoulder for a good 30 minutes before insisting that the two of you get to… “Work”.

It’s the sexiest emotional whiplash you’ve ever had.

Bela is the type to take pregnancy tests every week and meticulously tracks her cycle to make sure you two are trying at the most opportune times.

When she finally does become pregnant, she makes you read ALL the baby books. (She’s already read them multiple times herself).

She gives you detailed instructions on how to create the nursery and what paint colors to use, but pretty much leaves you to create it yourself… Except when it comes to buying and shopping for things. She loves that part.

She keeps to a strict diet and makes sure to take all of the supplements she needs without fail. Her baby deserves the best.

She cries. A lot. At cute things mostly.

You woke up once in the middle of the night to find her sobbing next to you in bed. What was she crying about you may ask?

A pack of baby socks Alcina sent over that look like animals.

“Itty-bitty pigggiiiiesss!“ Bela squeals, imagining her little one wearing a pair that has pigs all over them.

You laugh and wrap an arm around her. She’s adorable like this. "No need to cry, babe!” You tell her with a smile.

But… Oh. I forgot to mention that Bela also has the most intense mood swings ever. She promptly accuses you of thinking she’s being hysterical and kicks you out of the room for the night.

Yeah… You’ve had to sleep on the couch a few times because she got the wrong idea.

When Bela finally goes into labor, she is oddly calm compared to how she has acted all throughout her pregnancy.

It kind of reminds you of how stoic she was when you first met her on the student council (Which scares you a bit, to be honest).

But she is a champ and you both welcome a beautiful baby girl into the world.

Bela once again bursts into tears when she holds her daughter for the first time.

Bela decided on her name, Ruby, right after she found out she was having a girl. You didn’t get a say, but you love it too. Bela’s favorite color is red and it fits your little one so well.

Bela is obsessed with her new daughter. You have to beg her to let you hold the baby. She looks like she wants to kick your ass when you hold out your hands to take her for the first time. “She’s mine,” She growls at you and holds Ruby tighter.

“I want a turn, Bela! I helped make her too… Sorta,” You whine.

The look Bela gives you at this statement definitely shuts you up… For a little while, at least. You just keep bugging her until she finally relents. “Ugh! Fine!” She pouts, gently kissing Ruby and handing her over.

She’s grumpy about losing any time with her baby, however, as she looks at you holding your daughter for the first time, her heart absolutely melts. The quiet awe on your face as you look at Ruby makes her, you guessed it, cry again.

Bela rarely sleeps for the first week of Ruby’s life. Even when the baby is sleeping, Bela is content to just sit and rock her in the nursery instead of getting some much-needed sleep.

You love to walk in and see Bela singing to Ruby in the middle of the night while she nurses her. She looks up at you and beams as you come to sit next to her and the little one.

“Such a good mama,” You softly praise her and kiss her head.

This makes Bela’s cheeks blush heavily. (*Ahem* This woman has a praise kink, no doubt)

As Ruby gets bigger, Bela has to be the disciplinarian because you are honestly too much of a pushover. But, Bela is nothing if not infinitely fair if she has to give Ruby a punishment. Ruby rarely gets into trouble and is a well-behaved kid, though… It’s all thanks to Bela’s even-tempered approach.

But, Good Lord. Bela is a helicopter mom. Holy shit. She supervises just about everything Ruby does. And… It’s fair to say that Ruby is definitely a mama’s girl because of this.

Bela loves nothing more than to cuddle with you and Ruby after she comes home from work. It’s a routine, actually.

Before you all eat dinner together, mandatory snuggles take place on the couch while you three catch up and talk about your days.

Note: I had a blast writing this! I want to do more head canons like these for Resident Lover XD Thanks for reading!

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Rough Patch~  Fruity Four Ft Dustin Henderson 

Anonymous asked:

Love your blog! I was wondering if I could request something angsty and fluffy?

My idea was the reader has depression and she's been doing better for years then she goes into a deep state all of the sudden but she is refusing to slip. The gang can all tell something is wrong but she is refusing to tell them cuz she wants to be "strong".

Maybe Robin is the one who notices she always have tears in her eyes even when she's smiling and laughing and maybe it's Dustin who notices she stares into space all the time again. Eddie and Steve notices she isn't doing her hobbies or enjoying music anymore.

And I was wondering for the fluff how everyone would help her through this tough patch.

If it's too deep I completely understand don't even worry about it especially if you're busy 🖤

Author's Note : I'm never busy for any of you loves. I'm here for you always, my inbox is always opened <3

You sat in the middle of Steve and Robin as everyone talked to each other what movie they wanted to see, arguing that the other wasn't what they wanted, while you stared at the small coffee table in front of you with your arms wrapped around your stomach and you were hunched over staring into nothing.

The words around you were like one big blur. No one has taken noticed yet how you became so quiet. You weren't the usual type to suddenly shut down. They never took note how there was a look of happiness in your eyes and suddenly it wasn't there.

" Hey Y/N!" you heard Dustin call out to you as he sat near the coffee table you have been hopelessly staring at with such interest. You were too busy in your own thoughts with a deep frown on your face to notice the little nudge from Steve as he sat by you. Then there was another nudge, this time it was from Robin from the other side.

Both look at each other with concern on your face. Eddie sat in the chair nearby closer to Steve as called out to you.

" Sweetheart?" you snapped out of your thoughts as your eyes rose to meet his. His brown doe eyes were filled with concern and worry. His eyebrows were knitted together as his eyes searched your face for answers. You weren't giving him any as you stared back with the hallow empty feeling growing inside of you.

" Are you okay? Where did you go?" Dustin asked as he leaned forward in his seat. You shrugged, giving him a soft smile that doesn't seem to reach your eyes. You were convincing enough to show that you were okay, deep inside that was lie. A big lie.

" Just was thinking about something, I'm sorry. I just spaced out" you leaned back into your seat and looking down at your hands. You couldn't help but pick at the skin near your nails, a habit when you felt uneasy. Steve laid his hand on top of yours as his thumb ran across your knuckles.

" If something is bothering you, you know we are here for you?" Steve says as you turn to look at him. His gaze soften when you look over to see him, searching your face to see if there was a crack somewhere. He knows you don't usually express how you feel and it doesn't come easy to you. He knows the walls that you build around yourself.

" I know. Thank you" you sent a gentle smile at him, then looked over to Eddie seeing him nodding his head as if he's telling you what Steve said is true. He was there for you too, even if the two of you haven't known each other far too long. You looked over to Nancy as she munched on popcorn and nodded her head. You looked over to Dustin who leaned on his hand, supporting his head as he send you a gentle smile. You looked over to Mike, El, Will and Jonathan as they all smiled softly at you. El and you weren't too close, but she wanted to get to know you and be there for you.

You looked over lastly at Robin who sat by your side. She wrapped her arm around you, kissing your clothed shoulder.

" You can talk to us, whatever it is. You're our best friend. You can trust us. Okay?" you nodded.

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Robin watches as you giggle, shielding your mouth with your sleeve but it's your eyes that give you away. You were tearing up and when you drop your sleeve from covering your mouth, your mouth is in a thin line. Your eyes lock with hers for a moment, she sees the way your eyes blink more than once trying to hide away your tears.

" What's wrong?" she mouths, asking you. You shook your head side to side telling her you were okay. Robin being Robin doesn't believe it one bit.

Dustin nudged into you as he laughs, his eyes crinkling near his eyes as he shake his head at something that Steve had said. Your shoulder shook too, with a small smile on your face as you giggle inside.

Robin doesn't seem to join the laughter as she motions with her head to the back room of Family Video. Her eyes are filled with concern once again. You silently follow to her to the back with your hands in the pocket of your hoodie.

She turns to you once she knows she's in the clear from everyone else.

" Are you okay?" you nod averting your gaze from her.

" You don't need to hide, you know?" you nod once more.

" It's not good to hold anything in, I'm here for you. Steve is here for you. Eddie is here for you. Dustin is here for you. You're not alone in this" she takes a hold of both your hands in her from the big pocket of your hoodie and swings yours and her arms off the side and back, squeezing as giving you a reassurance that she isn't pushing you to talk to her. But she's is there.

The middle of your eyebrows are in a crease as she watches your eyes filled with tears, fighting an unknown battle inside your head.

" Hey" she leans down with her head as she peers into your eyes. " Don't fight too hard in that pretty head of yours. We need you here. Okay?"

" Thank you" you softly tell her, giving her hands a small squeeze.

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A knock comes to your door startling you from where you stood near the stove with a pan on the stove. The knock on the door happens again, it's three times this time and you know who is knocking on the door.

You don't need to utter a word as you opened the door seeing Dustin standing there. He looks off to the side of the house seeing your shoes everywhere and not in the order they should be, there are specks of dirt on the floor from them. Usually you would clean them up and there weren't anything but lined up nicely by the door. He takes notices the bags underneath your eyes and the way your skin is paler than usual.

He notices the dazed off look on your face and you aren't really there as you should be.

" Can I come in?" he asks. His voice is soft and filled with concern. For the last couple of days, Dustin was taking notes of the way you were smiling and laughing less. The way you weren't paying attention to anything else. The way you were skipping the movie nights and the way you looked like you were off somewhere else.

In his hands he has a couple of comics as you let him through your door. Your parents aren't home as usual, off on a business trip rather than staying home and looking after you.

Dustin looks around at the living room, seeing a few opened snacks on the coffee table. He sees your hoodie on the couch with a blanket that is half on the couch and half on the floor. He notices some dust picking up on the pictures and on the TV.

Usually you were the one for cleanliness and the type to have everything in order. Nothing looked right to Dustin. He hums as he walks into the kitchen seeing the unused pan on the stove, there are dishes in the sink that seem to be piling up. The counter tops look like there are a few spots to what looks like from some sort of sauce.

He turns around to face you once you follow him into the kitchen.

" Everything alright? Are you feeling okay?" he says as he sets the comic books on the other side of the counter near the fridge. There was an unopened box of pop tarts there.

" Yes" you answered, lying through your teeth. You weren't doing so well, barely sleeping and feeling like yourself. You haven't showered in a few days either and nothing look good to eat to you anymore.

You stood with your hip next to the counter as you look down at your curly friend.

He put his hand against your forehead to feel if you were sick and he doesn't find your head hot, he frowns as he over looks what you are wearing. Your shirt is wrinkled and there is a stain on it, your pants are bunched up on one leg while the other is fully down. He sees the miss match socks on your feet and this concerns him.

" I know you haven't been yourself lately Y/N, but you aren't alone in any of this. We miss you. I brought some of these comic books hoping you'll read them and they would help. I want to help Y/N"

Your eyes fill with tears at how much he's trying. Comic books were one of your favorite things you shared in common with Dustin other than being part of the Hellfire club. You have missed a few campaign sittings.

" Eddie misses you. Steve misses you. Nancy misses you. El misses you. Mike misses you, I miss you. We miss our friend"

He lays his hand on top of yours in comfort.

" Whatever it is, you aren't alone in it. I know you hear it before, but there is no need so struggle on your own. You have us"

"I-I" tears run down your cheeks as you don't know what to say but feel arms wrap around you as Dustin holds you in the middle of your kitchen.

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You stepped outside for the first time awhile and squint at the sun beaming down at you as you look around your neighborhood. Your next door neighbor, Mrs. Jacobs waves to you as she is planting some flowers in her front year. Her dog, Ivy is barking at the sight of you and wags her tail as she runs over to you almost knocking you down.

" Hi there" you greet her as you scratch behind her ears, you don't notice that Steve had driven up to the front of the house with Eddie sitting the passenger side. They both get out watching you interact with the dog.

" Nice to see you out and about Y/N" you hear Steve says. You rose your feet as you looked over to him, seeing Eddie too as the both of them walk up to you.

Eddie takes the state your in and his heart pulls string seeing the lack of color on your face.

" Sweets when was the last time you ate?" he asks. You avert your gaze from him to the ground, rather than at him. Steve nudges him telling him that wasn't the right thing to ask even though he's concern too.

" I don't know" you respond. You feel a hand go into yours as fingers lace with yours. You see that familiar yellow long sleeve that belonged to Steve as he gently pulls you to the house.

" I know what we can do" Eddie has a hand on the small of your back as the two of them lead you back into the house. The only sound you hear is the jingle from Eddie's pants and the front door opening as Steve continues to lead you inside.

You end up being in the kitchen where Steve props you up on the counter as he moves some hair away from your eyes.

" There, we can see you better now" a small smile appears on your face as Eddie rummages in the fridge to see what you have. Steve makes his way over to the fridge too, pushing Eddie to the side knowing Eddie doesn't really cook too much.

Your heart swells up at the thought of them taking care of you.

Eddie goes to look into your cabinets and takes out some spaghetti.

" I think she'd like this" Steve looks back over at Eddie and then to you. " You want some spaghetti?"

They didn't really need an answer from you as your stomach gives you away with a growl.

" Sit pretty, sweets and we will take care of you" Eddie says. Steve whispers something to Eddie as Steve start cooking. He has this while Eddie walks towards you and wraps his arms around you.

His brown doe eyes look at you, " How would you feel after you ate, I run you a bath sweets?"

Your eyes fill with tears as you look down at him seeing his caring gaze as he offers you a small shy smile.

" you don't have to" you whisper enough to let him hear you.

" I want too" your heart swells and he reaches up to wipe your tears away, and reaches up on his toes to kiss your forehead. Steve offers you a plate of spaghetti as he sits besides you on the counter watching as you eat. The both of them smile watching you take small bites and it's enough to let them know your trying.

Small circles on your thigh eases you in comfort from the two.

" Thank you" you mumbled through a mouthful of spaghetti. This small action from your friends makes your heart swell up with happiness.

" I'm going to get that bath ready" Steve says as he gets off the counter and makes his way upstairs to your room. Eddie takes the plate from you once your done and leaves it besides the sink. He returns and grabs you and you wrap your arms around him and your legs around him as he carries you to your room.

He moves away to give you some privacy when your hand reaches out to stop him. He glances down with worry.

" I'm right here, sweets" Steve comes back from the bathroom.

" It's all ready for you, pretty"

" We are just going to be downstairs, you take all the time you need. Okay?' Eddie says leaning down and kissing your forehead. You look between the two. They already did some much for you.

" I-I" was all you managed to say, the both of them understood what you wanted to say. " No need pretty, we are always here for you. Right Eddie?"

" Of course sweets, we just miss you"

"...I miss you too.." they leave you to take your bath. While you sit in and think of all small gestures they all done to show how much they care, you never had that in your life until now. Your friends were your rock.

A knock comes to your door, Nancy peeks her head in as she asks if she can come in.

" Yes" she walks in with El trailing behind her. El has a fuzzy towel in your arms along with some clothes. Nancy kneels down before the tub with her hands on it as she looks at you.

" I heard you weren't feeling your best, let me wash your hair for you. El brought you some clothes with the towel you love. It's warm and ready for you"

You look between the two girls as they gently smile at you with their now tears in their eyes. You all had them worried about being distant and it hurts them to see you like this. They want to help and this was a start.

As Nancy took her time to wash your hair, El had sat by the tub as she took your hand in hers and held it.

" You're okay" she kept saying to you. Three small squeezes was her way to tell her she loves you. They all loved and adored you.

When you were done getting dry and getting dressed, you walked out of the bathroom in shock seeing new sheets on your bed. There are fresh set of flowers on your bed side table, the trash is gone in your room and your clothes are folded neatly on the small chair you had.

There was a small teddy bear on the bed with a little strawberry in his hands. You took it in your hands knowing this was from El.

You walked out of the bedroom and made your way downstairs into the living room where they all sat around and waited.

" How are you feeling?" Robin asks as she comes over to you, she knows it's not a question to ask right away and hesitate on wrapping her arms around you.

" Better" you respond. El notices the teddy bear in your arms as she runs over to wrap her arms around you. She has tears in her eyes. You were surprised by her sudden hug, but wrap your arm around her as you lay a kiss on top of her head.

She pulls away as you entered the living room looking around at your friends. There are three pizza boxes on the coffee table, there is your favorite candy on the side too with a bowl of popcorn, there are comic books that Dustin brought, there is a few movies too but more importantly the gentle looks on all your friends faces as they take you in.

" Thank you, thank you all for everything" you say.

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