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dykeomania · 3 months

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lovergirl!hazel headcanons

｡.｡ just some evidence of a love that transcends hunger, tbh.

a/n: i needed a break from writing a fic and wanted to write something sappy. this is the something sappy in question. wanted it to give how-you-become-hazel's-lover -> what she does when you're actually her lover vibe but it just got real mushy. i like it. i hope you like it, too. proofread, but i'm blind as fuck + i'm rusty, so.

tags: gender neutral (i think. i may have fucked up once or twice. please correct me if i did, i proofread fr fr over time. not intended for cis men), body neutral, and poc friendly. some niche reader things (tarot mention, reader wears makeup). mild nsfw -- kissing, making out, heavy petting. almost third base. starts in high school, ends in college.

practice fanfic etiquette. please don't plagiarize or repost my stuff.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who sits up straight on the edge of your bathtub and looks up at you in complete awe when you're getting ready. she's got the dumbest, most lovesick puppy look in her eyes as she watches her lover line her lips, and apply a sheer coat of gloss on top. when they turn around to ask if it's even, hazel smiles so wide that it makes the apples of her cheeks sore.

she doesn't really know if it looks okay, she just knows that she wants to kiss you.

she only manages an mhm because it's what you want from her and, well.. at this point, hazel's convinced that she'd drop just about everything to give whatever you want.

you snicker, closing the space between you in slow and steady strides. "what are you looking at, huh?" you teases, grin stretched across lips lined nude, gleaming pink.

"mmm..." hazel can't help but like, drunklenly (she's dead sober).. haphazardly loop you in by the belt loop, head tilting easily to the right. "yyyyyou."

her eyes droop as she falls victim to the familiar spell that you cast over her. one that starts with you taking her face in her hands, and bringing yourself close enough for to take in all at once. she's made dizzy by the smell of your conditioner, made defenseless by the familiar trace of your body wash radiating off of your skin.

"what're you looking at me for?" you grin, your hands hot on her cheeks as you stand between her legs.

"why wouldn't i wanna look at you?" hazel gently manages, hand finding comfortable purchase on your hips. she grips gently with admiration, fingertips pressing into sacred flesh of something, someone, who she couldn't believe is hers. "you're just so pretty."

but let's take a few steps back first,

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who meets you purely by coincidence. you don't go to fight club, and you don't do cheer. you don't have any classes together, you hardly even know of each other. you do, however, have to work concessions for football together one night.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who doesn't talk much, and honestly standing next to you feels kinda stupid with the bruise that she has on her cheek. she usually never really cares and she's usually super talkative -- she doesn't talk much because well.. she doesn't really know.. how to. how to talk to pretty people -- well, it's not like she finds you pretty, it's just.. anyways,

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who makes some dumb joke about athletes and you kind of snort.. and she's immediately charmed. hazel callahan who has a desire to keep you entertained, and continues to do so throughout the remainder of the game.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who actually is in your class, but, neither of you just really noticed. hazel callahan who sits next to you in the weeks following. who spends her free periods with you. who eats lunch with you. who eventually gets around to telling you about fight club, over turkey and rye sandwiches.

"so you just, like..." you take a break from chewing, tonguing some bread out of your back molar. "punch the shit out of each other, and it's school-sponsored?"

"...well, yeah. but in like a self-defense, queer way. bring people together, create some solidarity. a safe-space on campus for queer community, kind of thing."

"oh okay, so like, in a slay way," you revise.

hazel stares. scoffing out a gentle laugh. "uh... yeah.." hazel furrows her brows, shaking her head. "um.. what does that.. what does that, like, mean?"

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who becomes your best friend.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who really likes you. like, as a person.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who likes you maybe a little bit too much.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who doesn't know how to embroider, so when you embroidered her converse -- creating a wreath of vines, speckled with bright little flowers around the all star symbol -- she was so happy. but she felt so bad because she didn't know how to repay you.

"let me make it up to you?" she insists, fingers playing with your own, but not creating enough distraction to prevent you from protesting.

"what?" you scoff, subconsciously locking her hands with yours, as though you're about to declare a thumb war. "no, how?"

"i don't know! this is so nice, let me like..." hazel shrugs voice dropping timidly, "..take you out or something."

a beat passes, one that feels like forever. a large enough one to create space for all the butterflies to rumble around both of your stomachs, and for the elephant to pass through the room. hazel can't tell if it's your hand that's begun to sweat in your grasp, or if it's hers.

your eyes narrow at her, grin stretched into something cheshire as you shake your hand, and hers. "i think you just wanna take me out on a date."

hazel smiles sheepishly, cheeks flushing a bright flamingo. she shrugs, next words quiet and intentional,

"so what if i do?"

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan doesn't know how to embroider but she does have an eye for wildflowers. when the girl who shows up at your doorstep, it's with a dorky smile, a batch of spring, and a bandaid wrapped around her index finger and her thumb. the flowers that she biked about an hour north to pluck -- from a field she discovered after having simply gone too far -- are bunched together and wrapped in a trader joe's paper bag, the kind that her mom always leaves in the kitchen under the sink. she put the boquet together herself. spent too much time thinking about whether or not you would like the arrangement or the colors, probably went to the store to grab a few of your favorite flowers that she couldn't find.

"oh, these are for you. see, i tried to make this whole thing, like.. semi.. transactional. again, like, i don't really know how to embroider flowers, or like anything really, so... these were next best thing, i guess." she offers, as though it's nothing.

"you look.. really nice." hazel's eyes linger, stricken and dumb. she fills her lungs with air, huffing out her next sentence. "are yoooouuu.. ready to go?"

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who thinks that star signs mean nothing, and doesn't know jackshit about crystals or anything of the like. but hazel callahan who is all eyes and ears, criss-cross-apple-sauce with you on her floor, as she watches you knock your knuckles on a deck of tarot cards and shuffle through them for what you called a "semi unreliable, two-card reading."

hazel callahan who jumps a little when two cards fly out from the deck. who furrows her eyebrows when you turn the over. an the lovers and two of cups, both upright.

"what..." she snorts. "what does that mean?"

"um.." she watches you blush. "it means.." and she blushes when your eyes linger on hers, and then look up. feels her stomach flutter when she watches you take a deep breath in through your nose, like you're shuffling through all of the words in your head.

"...let's just saaaaayyyy... nnnew connections might be coming your way, soon."

hazel has no fucking idea what that means, looking at you, she surely could hope that that's true.

...

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who is shocked that you want to like.. have a sleepover with her. this doesn't really happen to her. like at all. but it's happening with you, so she's down.. but it has to be planned. hazel callahan pulls out all the stops to try to make sure that it's.. well, perfect, she guesses? she makes sure that it's on a weekend where her mom is out of town (not even because she wants to do anything but you know how her mom is). she asks you what all of your favorite snacks are beforehand, and offers to go get more if you run out. she makes sure that you have satin pillowcases if you have textured hair, just in case you forget a bonnet, or anything. probably does that regardless of whether or not that's applicable to you, because she hears it's better for your skin and what not. she gets a weighted blanket for you and some extra pillows + takes out an extra throw if she knows that you get cold easily, or damn near strips her bed down to just one comforter and gets a desk fan to face her bed if she knows that you get too hot.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who you create a shared movie list with, and who will sit with you and watch all of your favorite movies. all of your least favorite movies. will watch movies that you insist that she must see and will do so with very little fight because it's whatever you want, really. hazel callahan who is very quickly realizing that she would do whatever you wanted, as long as it meant that it got you to smile.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ (hazel callahan who, granted, talks through a lot of those fucking movies. like. hazel callahan who has a really fucking hard time paying attention to movies.)

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who clearly has overthought everything. who laughs at and understands all of your dumb jokes and is always a little shocked when you laugh at hers. who lets you rest your head on her shoulder when you watch movies in her home-theater. who lays with you in her bed and compares your tiktok for you page with hers and finds it a little too easy to poke fun of you. finds it not as easy to remain calm when your head rests comfortably on her chest, and thus hopes to god that all of the cringy tiktok audios are masking the sound of her heart beating out of her chest.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who looks at you when you mention that it's getting late, and insists that there's a guest room if you wanna sleep in there, or an air mattress that she was supposed to blow up.

"it's too late for that, though." you frown.

"no," hazel, being hazel, is quick to reassure, shaking her head. "no, no, i could totally blow it up. we have an automated pump, it'll take like 20 minutes."

"mm, i don't know, it's still kinda late for all of that..."

hazel blinks at you. her eyebrows raise, corners of her lips gently upturning. "okay. i mean, do you wanna take the guest room?"

you look up at her, eyes big on purpose. "that guest room's kinda scary." you lift a brow. "it's dark. and cold."

hazel thinks she might.. be tripping. she has to be. her blink is slow, and her face knots together, and releases -- the way it does when she gets all timid and indecisive. "o..kay..." she grins nonetheless, furrowing her eyebrows. "so then .. where are you gonna sleep?"

"..i mean.." you burn, and so does she. "...i could just sleep here with you?"

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who can't help but feel girlish and vulnerable laying in her bed with you, her stomach tied in knots over how there is nothing usual about this situation. fully seeing you in your pajamas. feeling the gentle flesh of your bare calves rub against hers. being within such close proximity of you that she can still smell the lingering remnants of soap on your skin from your shower.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who dares to let her finger dance on your upper bicep, but that's just about it, really.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who only nudges closer only when you nudge closer. who only lowers her voice, when you lower your voice. who only holds eye contact when you start it, but is always the first to look away.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who falls into a trap: eye contact held after some conversation that did not, and does not matter. she follows your eyes down, chocolate eyes focusing on the arch of your cupids bow. she does tilt her head up to find her nose nudging softly against the underside of yours. she doesn't know how you two got this close. hazel callahan who feels her hands grow sweaty, feeling your breath linger over her the chap of her lips. who nearly stiffens when she feels your hand press into her back, but instead arches into the crevice your body makes and presses her palm against your hip.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who does what she thinks she's supposed to do, and kisses you -- soft and gentle, like the whispers that fluttered over both of your lips earlier. brief, and endearing.

her lips stick to yours, and then her lips press into yours. and then her lips open when yours do, and her hand tightens on you when yours does.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who has no fucking idea what she's doing. like, seriously. she kind of knows -- i mean, okay, yeah, she knows how to kiss, but this is, like.. not just a kiss. hazel's kisses are brief. gentle, maybe a little slow. never this deep. hazel callahan who forgets herself when her fingers weave through your hair. hazel callahan who doesn't recognize the way her breath shakes in your throat when your fingers ambitiously sift through her thick, black locks and pull.

hazel callahan whose lips slot over yours, and unlock. who leans forward when you lean back, and is almost nearly on top of you.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who doesn't know what to do with her hand, so she puts it everywhere. glides it over your side, presses it over the expanse of your lower back. who smooths her hand under your shirt and marvels in the way your skin burns against her palm. who itches to explore, traversing over your stomach, venturing up, up, and up--

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who stops dead in her tracks when you hum something sour in her mouth and grab her wrist. who looks at you stunned with parted lips as you softly shake your head against hers.

"not yet," you pant, opening your eyes to look at her. "not yet."

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who bats her lashes, dizzy with affection yet sobered from your action. she knows how you sound. not like you're rejecting her, but like you're admitting something, which you.. might be. something that she understands. regardless, she understands.

but she burns bright with embarrassment, stomach rattling with a guilt that crawls up her throat and wraps around it, tightening and tightening...

"yeah," she manages a whispers after a while. somehow, it's still raspy. "yeah, okay.."

"okay.."

"...m'sorry--"

"don't be," you shake your head. "keep kissing me."

you rush, and it's kind of just in time. whatever stinging was lingering in her chest subsides as you bring yourself closer, lips softly capturing her lower lip in affirmation after hazel just stares at you.

hazel callahan who blinks, oscillating between consciences, dazed and a little confused. she's cautious and readjusted, her hand only lingering over your side as she whispers a faint "are you sure..?"

the sentence dissolves when on the tip of hazel's tongue when her lips find yours again, at your action, which is her answer. hazel callahan who listens. who lets you take her hand and place it somewhere that feels more comfortable, somewhere that's right and yet still sensual.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who is wiped, but intentional with every kiss that either you or her leads, every swipe of her lips over your jaw, every tender kiss that you let her place against the stretch of your neck.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who will admire within her bounds. kissing you, and drowning in you until she is simply too sleepy to continue. until she is dizzy and feels comfortable enough to nuzzle her face somewhere into the crook of you, breathing you in until you become a part of her dreams,

and she will wake -- in the morning, and in the middle of the night -- only to have a hard time believing that she isn't still dreaming.

...

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who kind of has to get used to.. all of it. who crushes, even though she's already "achieved," so to speak. who grins at her phone when she's texted, who finds any excuse to facetime you and keep you on the line -- sometimes just so that she can look at you. who finds any excuse to be around you.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who you can't get rid of once you go both go to college. who facetimes you whenever, who visits you on weekends. who comes into your space and steals all of your sweatshirts and your pajama pants and of course, all of your spare time.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel "no, i can make that for you" callahan who can't embroider, but can crochet. she will buy you that jellycat that you really want, a hundred percent. hazel callahan will also greet you with a fucked up rendition of said stuffed animal that you wanted (giving jamdog, perhaps) and furrows her eyebrows when you have to hide your laugh with your hand.

"what?" she asks, grin dulling only for a moment. "do you not like it?"

"no it's--" you cover your mouth. "it's perfect." you cackle. when you cup her cheeks, all the worry and fear of judgement fades. sort of. at least enough. "you're perfect, babe. i love it."

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who does, in fact, keep a picture in her wallet of her lover, ready at all times. hazel callahan who weaves her lover into casual conversation.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who still doesn't really understand figure of speech all that well so when you say things like "i wish you could just come over," she literally goes "..well like, i could,"

and then proceeds to make like, a three hour drive.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who keeps the picture that you hate of yourself as her lockscreen and it's not to spite you, it's because she thinks you're beautiful, and she has no idea what you're talking about.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who figures out what names you like to be called by throwing everything at a wall and seeing that sticks. pretty. handsome. lover. angel. baby. and when she does find one, one that makes you blush just about as hard as she does every time you even look in her direction, she holds it over your head to high heavens. makes it your contact name. uses it to punctuate reassuring sentences, when she greets you, when she tells you goodnight.

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who gets to take you on real dates, and gets excited to. who gets giddy when you get ready. who gets to fix your hair and come up behind you when you take mirror selfies once you're finished. who now feels comfortable enough to place her hands at the mid-point of your waist and let them venture toward your frontside while she rests her chin on your shoulder, and leans in to kiss your cheek. who tells you you smell nice, and makes you smile when she buries her face into some part of you and literally just goes rahhhh!!!!

ღ*♡∞:｡.｡ hazel callahan who is also stuck sometimes, in moment such as these, watching the wonder who she has had a crush on since high school -- jesus, has it really been that long? -- with gentle eyes and a completely disarmed disposition.

hazel callahan who is honestly such a fucking loser -- like, literally, loser-since-birth, no-hope-since-middle-school, gay-haircut-and-new-repotoire-can't-save-you, loser, and can't help but ponder and marvel over how someone like you is in her hands. in her face. in her life.

"m'not that pretty," you insist, fingers weaving through her hair, nails etching at hazel's scalp in a way that hazel has grown to like. love, even.

her eyes flicker over your face, smile lopsided and eyes heavy like despite everything, you don't even know the half of it. she scoffs, voice hardly above a whisper,

"yeah no, you are so much more than pretty."

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #lesbian #wlw #bisexual #sapphic #ruby cruz #ruby cruz x reader #bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #lets go lesbians

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months

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could you do something where the reader has to use a safe word with ethan? Like the reader either got overstimulated or something hurt, and then ethan comforts the reader? whatever is easiest for you :)

HI! I hope you like it :)

Don't Let Me Go - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Things with Ethan get a little too intense, so you have to use your safe word.

Contains: Fluffy, comforting Ethan. Rough sex - p in v(not super crazy or detailed, just kinda there for plot purposes lmao), Reader obviously gets hurt because safe word.

A/N: I'm trying to get through some of my shorter requests, and I have SO MANY that I have right now that I can't wait to write.

Occasionally, Ethan liked to be rough during sex. You had your safe word, and though you’ve never had to use it, he always promised that if he ever heard it, everything would stop.

Ethan was really stressed after a crazy week, and you knew the perfect way to help him release his tension. The first round was really sweet. He just kept thanking you for helping him feel better. The second round was more intense with multiple position changes, and your legs were so weak from riding him for as long as you did. By the third round, you were starting to get really overstimulated.

“Ethannn,” you whimpered, trying to pull your hips away from him as he had your face shoved in the comforter.

He grabbed your hips tighter, pulling them back towards him. He was so deep that the tip of his cock kept slamming against your cervix, and you were trying to wait for the pain to ease and start to feel good.

You were starting to tear up as his pace got even faster.

“That feel good, baby?” He asked, as sobs started to slip past your lips. It didn’t feel good, it just kept getting more painful.

“Red!” You choked out, the pain in your voice evident as his hips drastically slowed down, before completely stopping.

He slowly slid out of you and adjusted your legs so your ass was no longer sticking up in the air.

“Hey,” he said, as he laid on the bed beside you. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You couldn’t stop crying as he pulled you close. You knew he wasn’t intentionally trying to hurt you, but you were still so shaken up by the pain your body was feeling.

“Baby, I’ve got you. It’s okay,” he said, rubbing his hand along your back as you cried into his chest.

“I was waiting for it to feel good but it didn’t,” you sobbed, as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you,” he said, feeling so guilty for your current state. “Thank you for stopping me though. Can we talk about what took it too far? I don’t ever want to hurt you like this again.”

You nodded against his chest as he waited for you to speak. “You were just so deep and I’m really sensitive right now,” you said, your voice still shaky from the sobbing. “I kept trying to push through it. I knew you needed to let the aggression out.”

“Baby, no…I don’t care how stressed I am. Don’t ever feel like you need to suffer to make me feel good. It’s supposed to feel good for you, too,” he said, as you sat up a little to look at him. He reached up to wipe your tears off your cheeks before he continued, “Do you do this often? Like, do you keep going when it’s too much because you think it’s what I need?”

“No, that’s the first time it’s ever happened.” He sighed in relief as you laid your head back down on his chest. “Even if it does hurt a little at first, it’s always started to feel good.”

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you started to calm down.

“I love you, baby. Thank you for stopping me.”

“I love you, too,” you said, running your fingertips along his chest. “Can we take a shower together?”

“Of course, babe. You stay here, I’ll go get everything ready,” he said, sliding out from underneath of you and leaving the room.

He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, adjusting the water to the perfect temperature. He grabbed the fluffiest towels out of the linen closet before he came back to the room to get you.

He helped you off the bed, holding you close to him as he walked you towards the bathroom. Once the hot water was running over your body, he grabbed your loofah and body wash to clean your body for you.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he said, watching the suds wash off your body. “Come here.”

He stood under the water with you, hugging you as he placed kisses to your shoulder.

“Can we just cuddle and relax for the rest of the night?” You asked, as he rubbed his fingertips up your back.

“I wouldn’t want to do anything else, baby.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream smut #ethan landry smut #smut #scream

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ifangirlalot · 9 months

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I'm back in my miles Fairchild supermency (idk if I spelled that wrong) Anyways can I request a miles Fairchild x reader smut whatever you want to do with it

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild

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*~smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] oral (male receiving), hand play (male receiving), kinky thoughts (miles' pov)

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[Name]'s POV

While Miles and I have been together for a while now, we've yet to do anything super serious. We've gotten about as close to fucking as you can get without actually getting undressed, though. See, the thing is, I'm a little intimidated by the idea of sex. I haven't ever done it before, but Miles told me that he's done it a handful of times. (He's never specified what "a handful of times" translates to with a concrete number, but taking a look at him tells me everything I need to know, really.) And while I'm not exactly thrilled about it, I can't really say I'm surprised.

The thing is, I wouldn't know how to please him. Not just with the main course, so to speak, but also in the way of appetizers. Reading smut isn't what I'd call a reliable teaching method. That's more or less just something to read when you're horny. So, I guess that's why I'm here now. In Miles' bedroom sitting in front of him, seeing him lean against the wall (because his bed is literally just a goddamn mattress for some fuckin' reason) and tastefully unhook the front button of his jeans and pulling down his fly, like he does this everyday.

Lessons start now.

Miles' POV

I don't outwardly express it, but the way [Name] is staring at my dick like it's some sort of predator she has to conquer is rather amusing to me. My pride is telling me it's because my dick is huge, but I think more likely than not it's just because she's never actually seen one up close before. I'll probably die telling myself the first one, though.

While seeing her nervous, almost terrifed face is fucking hilarious, it's not really getting me riled up. So, while she's having her quiet nervous breakdown, I let my eyes flicker to the opening in her shirt and thinking about pressing my palm against her tits. Maybe giving them a nice, hard squeeze, getting her to cry out if I'm lucky. That does the trick and pretty soon I'm at full mast and ready to get started with teaching her.

Oh what a fun little lesson this will prove to be for me.

After some quick debate, I decide maybe hand shit is where I should start. Save the best for last. "[Name], give me your hand." I urge, not waiting for her to comply and just picking it up myself. I pull it closer to my lap and wrap her tiny fingers around my shaft.

Immediately, she grips it and I have to surpress the urge to scream. Not in pleasure, but in pain. This shit fucking hurts.

"Ow- Hey, hey- Loosen it, loosen it.. that's it.. good girl.." I sigh in relief when she complies but keeps her hand in a loose circle around me. "Okay, we're gonna try jerking me off, alright?" I tell her when the breath finally reenters my system. Could have sworn my life just flashed before my eyes from that experience.

"Oh, that's easy. I read about that, I can do it!" [Name] exclaims, almost excited to try out her knowledge from books. I'm immediately cautious. From that first moment, I'm kinda scared she's gonna break my dick off. Don't think that would be good. I kinda need that.

Turns out I was right to be cautious. One second everything's fine, the next, I've died, and my dick feels like I'm fucking a succulent vacuum. And not in a good way. "Ouch-! Fuck- [Name]-! When I said 'Jerk it off' I didn't mean jerk it off my body!" This is not going at all like how I envisioned it in my head. Like at all. This lesson is so unsexy my boner keeps leaving. I have to keep giving it a couple pip-paps just to keep it up. Which in turn is making [Name] feel bad, which is also making my boner go down. Ugh, this is a nightmare.

Finally I sigh and gently move her hand. "Okay, darling. That's not working. So, instead you're going to use your mouth." When she starts moving down, I stop her by touching her shoulder. "Now before you go down and inevitably bite my cock off, listen carefully. Don't use your teeth, make sure they're just barely grazing me. And wrap one hand around the base and hold it steady. Move it in the opposite direction of your mouth so that it meets in the middle, got it?" She nods and moves down again. I hold my breath and lean back against the wall, eyes closed, half expecting to feel a sharp pain as her teeth sink into my length. But that doesn't happen. Instead, my senses are being sweetly invaded by euphoria. Her tongue is wet and warm around my dick, and her teeth are barely even noticeable. Her hand is moving the perfect speed to contrast her mouth and it feels like heaven. A wet, warm heaven. "Oh- fuuuuck-"

The sounds coming from me are foreign to me. But she's pulling them out of me faster than I can stop them. Normally I'd be embarrassed, but right now I don't have enough time to register anything that isn't pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, don't you stop-"

And then suddenly, she's doing shit that I didn't tell her about. Her mouth pulls off my cock with a soft pop and her tongue laps around me, licking, grazing, making me twitch and buck my hips. When her tongue presses against my bright red tip, my eyes roll back in their sockets and a loud groan resonates around the room. Whatever books she's been fucking reading are definitely my favorites now. Don't know who wrote them or what they're called, but goddamn do I love those books. Then, all too soon, I'm coming and it's over. It has been about two minutes. Fuck, I feel so pissed with myself. Two minutes? Fucking seriously, Miles?

I watch her, my cheeks flaming red, while she takes her time lapping up my mess like a dog under the dinner table. "So," she asks casually, licking her fingers. "When's lesson two?"

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roosterforme · 11 months

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 22 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: As the honeymoon begins, Bradley's credit cards are begging for mercy. But when you both consider the private pool, private deck, and private outdoor shower that you will have access to, he helps you see that it's worth every cent. Then he continues his mission of trying to knock up his wife.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, and swearing

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley stood on the curb with the luggage while you hugged Jake. The two of you were laughing about some inside joke that he didn't understand while you rubbed Jake's shoulder. He would never fully comprehend the two of you.

"Any chance I can have my wife now?" Bradley asked, hands planted on his hips. He was so anxious to get you alone again. Yesterday and last night had been a dream come true, and now he was more than ready to get to Hawaii.

You and Jake both turned to look at him. "I'm coming, Roo." You kissed Jake's cheek and thanked him for dropping you off at the airport, and then you were in Bradley's arms.

"Call me when you land in ten days, and I'll come pick you up," Jake drawled.

"Thanks," Bradley muttered, fist bumping Jake as you looked up at him.

"Let's go," you whispered, and Bradley kissed the tip of your nose. He followed you into the airport, and when you went to check the bags, he pointed to the luggage you were pulling along.

"Is that all the goodies?" he asked, looking at the suitcase.

You laughed and bit your lip. "Are you referring to the lingerie?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed, already mentally scrolling back through the photos you sent to him the day you tried everything on.

"Yep. And there are some other special items in there as well."

When Bradley set that suitcase on the scale, he asked the airline worker, "Is there any way you can one hundred percent guarantee this bag makes it to Honolulu? It's very important."

You were holding his hand and shaking with silent laughter, and somehow Bradley managed to get the guy to put a PRIORITY tag on the suitcase.

"I still can't believe you, Roo," you whispered when you were settling into the window seat in first class while Bradley took the aisle seat. "You got a priority tag for my underwear."

He leaned in close and kissed your lips. "Listen, my main goal for the next ten days is spending every minute with you. I love you. Everything about you. But I also happen to know how sexy you look in all that stuff, so it's definitely a priority for me."

Bradley watched you preen. He thought about you all the time, could get hard for you in an instant. Literally couldn't get enough of you. But he needed to make sure he always told you so, because the smug look on your face made him almost giddy knowing what he was in store for this week.

As the plane started to taxi the runway, you laced your fingers with his and looked out the window. "Have you ever wanted to fly a commercial jet?" you asked him as the plane gained altitude and the city grew smaller beneath you.

"Nah, the controls are too bulky, and I don't even like having one backseater let alone a hundred or more. I'll stick to my Super Hornet."

You were quiet for a while, gently stroking Bradley's palm with your fingers while you rested your head on his shoulder. He was so content, he was nearly falling asleep as you softly asked him, "Feel like joining the Mile High Club with me?"

Bradley was wide awake now.

But you were biting your lip a little nervously. "Well, you're probably already in the Club, but you wanna come help me get my membership?"

He leaned in closer to you and asked, "What makes you think I'm in the Mile High Club?"

"You're a pilot. And you've traveled all over the place. I just figured it would have been something you checked off your bucket list pretty early."

"I'm not in the Mile High Club, Baby Girl. Who would I have even done that with?"

You shrugged. "Maybe one of your ex girlfriends?"

He shook his head. "You know I only had two of those. And I never even flew anywhere with either of them."

Your lips parted as you smiled at him. "Oh my god, Roo. Please, let me pop your commercial lavatory cherry." Your eyes lit up with desire and excitement and need.

"Let's go, Sweetheart." Bradley stood and took you by the hand, and the two of you squeezed into the tiny bathroom together. He was smashing you into the sink just to be able to get the door closed, and you were giggling now.

"This is tiny!" you gasped, turning to face the mirror and pulling down your leggings for him.

Bradley unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hardening cock. "You better be quiet, Sweetheart. It's already fucking obvious what we're doing in here. The guy in 3B gave me the head nod in approval when we walked past," Bradley told you, stroking himself as you wiggled your ass back against him.

"He did not," you whispered, still giggling.

"He really fucking did. And the woman in 2D looked appalled. Now bend over."

You did as you were told, bracing your hands on the sink and nearly face planting into the mirror when Bradley thrust into you. "Roo!"

"Hang on tight, Baby Girl. Gotta make this quick," he told you, grabbing your hips, and wrapping his fingers around you so he knew he was touching your tattoo.

"You're never quick," you told him, grabbing onto the paper towel dispenser for support. "That's why I married you."

Bradley's sharp thrusts had you whining softly as he filled you over and over again. His ass hit the wall every time he withdrew from you, so he kept to shallow movements.

"I'll be quick now," he promised, looking at your gorgeous face in the mirror as you smiled at him. "And if I don't get you off in this fucking tiny room, I'll take care of you twice later at the hotel."

"Okay," you agreed, and Bradley fucked you as you whined his name and smiled, and soon he was filling your pussy to the brim with his cum.

He thought for a second that if he managed to get you pregnant on the honeymoon, he might like to claim it happened right here. On an airplane. As you both checked an item off your bucket lists together.

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You fell asleep on Bradley for the rest of the flight. You had no idea which hotel Bradley had booked, and every time you asked him, he wasn't giving you any extra information.

"You'll like it, Baby Girl. Promise." That was all you could get out of him. Maybe you should have been more involved with this aspect of planning. Because after you gathered your luggage at baggage claim in Honolulu, Bradley led you out to a limousine with a driver holding a sign that said Bradshaw. Once you were inside, Bradley popped a bottle of champagne while the driver took a rustic, winding road that had the most beautiful views of the ocean.

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?" you asked Bradley, holding a champagne flute in one hand and stroking his cheek between kisses with the other.

"Nope," he replied, pulling you onto his lap. "We'll be there soon, and then you can see for yourself. But for now, I just want to kiss you before you're mad at me."

You nibbled on his lips before pausing. "Why would I be mad at you?"

But then you understood, because you drove into an absolutely beautiful hotel complex, right past a sign that said Four Seasons Resort Waikiki.

"What did you do?" you asked Bradley, suddenly in shock.

He tried to kiss along your neck as you pulled away from him. "I just booked our perfect honeymoon. You told me I could, Sweetheart. I picked the Four Seasons for us."

You gaped at him as you passed the most beautiful hotel accomodations you had ever seen. "The Four Seasons? How much money are we spending on this, Bradley?"

"Don't worry about it," he said, still reaching for you. And now you were worrying even more.

"I told you to stick to a budget!"

He licked his lips nervously. "You never said what the budget was."

You laughed nervously as the limousine pulled up to the lobby. "Just tell me this... will we be able to pay our mortgage next month?"

"Of course," he replied with a grin. "I just wanted you to be happy, Sweetheart. Now think of all the money I saved by giving you my mom's ring instead of buying a new one."

"I love this ring, and I didn't want a new one," you promised as he kissed your finger.

"And our perfect parking lot wedding budget was tiny," he added. "Would have cost four times that much if we went with a different venue."

"Okay," you said, finally agreeing with him. "You're probably right. So we can really afford this?"

"Yes, my love. Now let's go check in."

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Bradley had two maxed out credit cards, and he was going to suggest that you and he skip Christmas presents this year. But the look on your face when you and he strolled through the hotel lobby was worth every penny spent on the lingerie and the wedding and the honeymoon. And getting to spend ten days alone with you in paradise made it even better.

"This is beautiful," you whispered, pausing to look at an arrangement of hibiscus flowers as Bradley took out his credit card and ID.

"Just wait until you see our room," he told you, lacing his fingers with yours. "Private deck. Private pool. Private outdoor shower. I will be fucking you everywhere."

You looked up at him as he stroked your lips with his thumb. When you licked along his thumbnail before taking the digit between your lips, Bradley groaned.

"Okay," you whispered. "You're right. This place was worth every penny."

He nodded as he handed his credit card over the counter. And thank goodness you didn't freak out when you heard the clerk read off the total price of the room before he said, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw! If you need anything else in your villa, don't hesitate to ask. Here are the keys to your golf cart and a map."

"Golf cart?" you asked, taking the keys in your hand. You were both led out to your own cart complete with a plaque on the side with Bradshaw engraved on it.

"The resort is several acres large, and you're staying at the north end in a private villa. Enjoy your honeymoon!"

And then you were alone together amidst the most beautiful vegetation Bradley had ever seen in his life. But you still stood out, even dressed in your leggings and little crop top with the hoodie over it that you wore on the flight. He kissed you before making sure all of your luggage had been loaded onto the back of the cart. Then he nudged the suitcase filled with your lingerie and said, "Got the most important stuff. Now, do you want to go find one of the restaurants and get dinner?"

You eased into the driver's seat and patted the spot next to you. "I was thinking...why don't we just order room service tonight and explore the resort tomorrow?"

You were nibbling on your lip, and when Bradley climbed in next to you with the map, you started stroking his thigh instead of the seat. "You're so smart," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck as you started the cart and pulled away from the lobby area. "Are you on the room service menu? You're all I want to eat."

You laughed as Bradley helped you navigate through the lush, tropical landscape, past pools and along a beach trail. It was gorgeous, and in about an hour, the sun would be setting over the water.

"It's right up here, Sweetheart. Villa number seven." It was secluded, tucked back amongst shrubs with colorful flowers and palm trees, and there was a little parking spot for the golf cart.

"This whole thing is for us?" you asked, hopping out and heading up the path to the door. Bradley followed behind you with the key, and opened the door.

"It's all for us, Baby Girl." You took his hand and led him through the expansive living room area and past the opulent bathroom, directly to the king sized bed that was overlooking a wall of windows and a view of the sun dipping lower over the ocean.

"Okay," you whispered, releasing his hand to stand by the windows and look outside. "You did good, Roo. Are you hungry for room service?" Bradley smirked as you unzipped your hoodie and tossed it on the dresser.

He stayed frozen on the far side of the bed, just watching you. "I'm hungry for you. My wife."

With a smirk of your own, you removed your shirt, and Bradley's cock was at full attention for you. He ran his palm down the front of his jeans as you wiggled out of your leggings. "Fuck," he grunted. The sight of you in your matching black bra and underwear was making him harder, especially since he knew his cum had soaked that pretty lace fabric after he fucked you on the flight. "You're perfect."

"You sure we shouldn't order dinner first?" you asked, unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor. You pressed your tits together, and Bradley had to unzip his jeans for some relief.

When you slid your panties down your legs and stepped out of them, he growled, "Show me that pussy." Obediently and with wide eyes, you turned to face him fully. He knew how you smelled and how you tasted. He knew how velvety soft you felt, and he loved the way you groomed your hair into a neat strip. As you shifted your weight from one hip to the other, his eyes landed on your tattoo, and he reached into his jeans to stroke himself.

"That pussy is mine now, and I want it," he demanded, and your lips fell open on the prettiest whimper he ever heard. "Bring it over to me, Sweetheart. We have a legally binding contract now."

"Bradley," you whispered, taking slow, seductive steps in his direction. Your nipples were hard peaks, and your pupils were blown wide. He knew how turned on your were as you licked your lips and squeezed your thighs together. He was just as turned on by you.

He reached out and ran his knuckles along your tattoo and across the soft skin below your belly button. "Whose pussy is it, Baby Girl? Who does it belong to now?"

You let your head tip back as he stroked one long, rough finger along your slit. "It's yours, Daddy."

"That's right, Mrs. Bradshaw. Now get in bed."

Bradley watched you scramble up onto the middle of the bed on your knees while he undressed. Your body was illuminated by the setting sun as you ran your hands along your chest and belly, your thighs spread wide for him. Bradley crawled across the bed on all fours until his lips met your belly button and trailed lower as you moaned his name.

"You smell like me. Like my cum," he groaned, pressing his nose to your clit as your fingers ran through his hair. When he swiped his tongue along your slit, eliciting a sharp gasp from you, he said, "You taste like me, too." Bradley held you in place on your knees and licked at your clit, tasting his own release from several hours ago, and getting so hard, he was ready to rut against the bed.

"Mmm," you moaned, fingers tightening in his hair as he lapped at you. "You taste good, Roo."

He smiled against you, placing a soft kiss to your tattoo before he straightened up on his knees and kissed your shoulder, neck and lips. He pulled you against him so his hard cock was pressing into your belly, and he wrapped his hands around your waist. He licked your bottom lip. "You like it when I cum in your mouth."

"I love it," you whispered, kissing him as he eased you down onto your back with your head against the pillows. He knelt between your thighs and spread your legs wide. He ran his middle finger lazily up and down over your swollen clit. You looked so pretty like this, the fading sunlight catching on your ring as you ran your hand along the valley between your tits.

You whimpered as he slipped his middle finger inside you and continued stroking you with his thumb. "You wanna taste my cum now, don't you?"

"Please?" you whispered.

"No," he replied, laying between your legs and dipping his face down. He took your clit between his lips, sucking gently until you were yanking on his hair and whining. He fucked you with his fingers and looked up at your body. God, he wanted you pregnant in the worst way. He figured you were probably ovulating now, but all the unprotected sex you'd been having was making him wild for you. "This pussy was made for my cum, Baby Girl."

"Oh, God, Bradley," you groaned, grinding up against his face. You were splayed so nice and wide for him, as he got you so wet, you were dripping onto the bedding.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good," he growled. "Be so good to my wife."

You were grinding up against his face, feet braced as your lower back came off the bed. Your needy whining was so loud, Bradley's cock was throbbing. As you got louder with every breath you took, he sucked on you with less and less pressure until you were crying out. Bradley lapped at you as you came for him, gushing into his mouth as you nearly tore his hair out.

"Fuck," he growled, his mustache damp as you pulled him up to your mouth. Bradley let you lick his face clean as you rubbed your wet core against him until he was bucking. Your lazy smile and languid movements after your orgasm made him wild.

"I love getting your mustache wet, Roo," you whispered, swiping your tongue along his facial hair one more time before you giggled.

He nipped at your lips. "I love this pussy."

Bradley watched your head tip back as he pushed his cock inside you, inch by inch until you were full. He reached for your left hand and kissed your ring as he fucked you nice and slow.

"Roo," you gasped, smiling up at him as he ran his lips all over your palm and fingers.

"This ring is so everyone knows your mine," he told you, and you bit your lip through your hazy expression as he fucked you a little harder. "But my cum is just for you. Just for you to feel. So know how much I love you."

"Bradley!" you gasped, eyes wide as he fucked you hard and ran his needy hand along your bounching tits. He pinned your left hand above your head with his right hand, and really let you have it. "Oh!" you screamed as he fucked you so hard, he was cumming after just a few seconds. "Oh!"

He was panting against the front of your neck, running his lips along your tits as he kept fucking his cum into you. Bradley licked at the sheen of sweat on your chest. "I love you."

You kissed the top of his head and whispered, "I love you too, Roo. So much." And when he sat up, exhausted, and withdrew himself from your gorgeous body, he was treated to the sight of you swiping your fingers through his cum as it seeped out of you. He watched intently as you brought your fingers to your lips and moaned at how good you tasted together. You swirled your fingers through your dripping pussy again, moaning as you sucked yourself clean.

Bradley leaned down and kissed you. "You're filthy and perfect and everything I want."

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Thirty minutes later, you and Bradley were wrapped up in fluffy robes eating lobster tails on the deck in the dusk glow. You were perched on his lap, taking the last bite of your food before pressing your lips to his cheek. "Can we open a bottle of champagne?" you asked, letting your lips drift along his scars.

"We can do anything you want."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he took the empty plate from your hands. "Anything?"

"Anything, Sweetheart. For the next nine days."

"I want to drink champagne with you in the bathtub while we complain that our tub at home is nicer."

Bradley laughed. "I love that. What else?"

"I want to kiss you all night."

"Sounds perfect," he told you, standing up and keeping a grip on you while you squeaked. "What else?" He started to carry you inside to the bathroom where he filled the tub with water and bubbles. Then he untied the sash on your robe as you shrugged out of it.

"I just want to love you."

He nodded and took his own robe off and pulled you close. "Please."

Bradley popped a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator, and you laughed as it started overflowing into the tub. When he climbed in before he grabbed the champagne flutes, you held him in place when he tried to climb back out. "Let's just drink it from the bottle again," you whispered. Somehow you preferred this anyway. You'd done it so many times with him, it felt more intimate.

So you curled your legs up and settled back against his chest as he took a long sip from the bottle. When he handed it to you, he whispered, "Thank you for marrying me this year, Baby Girl. I would have waited if you wanted to, but I like this a lot better."

You pressed the bottle to your lips and took a sip, swallowing the bubbles as you thought about how you had inadvertently made him question whether or not you still wanted to marry him a few months ago. You bumped his shoulder with the bottle, scrambling to wrap your arm around his neck as you turned to face him.

"Everything okay?" he asked, welcoming you into his embrace as always, making sure you knew he loved having you there like usual.

"Yes," you promised, setting the bottle down and kissing him. "I love you so much. And I'm happy we didn't wait until next year." You kissed him as he wrapped you up in his arms, and you traced his tattoo with your thumb as the water grew colder.

"Let's go to bed," he said, coaxing you into a fluffy towel.

A few minutes later, you started to fall asleep on Bradley's shoulder as the sound of the ocean drifted in through the open windows. His fingers stroked along your back and side as he whispered to you everything he wanted to do with you for the rest of your lives. And it just made sense, because somehow you wanted everything he wanted. You supposed you always had.

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The priority tag on the luggage was brilliant thinking, Roo. Thank you @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls for everything.

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rafescurtainbangz · 26 days

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omg omg I'm thinking about how zach would be a clingy boyfriend, and not the irritating kind, the absolutely sweet, adorable kind 🥹🥹 okay so walk w me kel I'll expand more on this (I just had some icecream and I'm hyped as fuck the sugar gets to me like a child 💀)

definitely won't be able to let you go in the morning. as you get out of bed he'll instantly wrap his arms around your waist and pull you back in, and his eyes will be closed but he'll just start kissing the back of your neck softly, murmuring something about 'five more minutes' over and over again

wants you to be in the kitchen all the damn time when he's cooking, cause he needs you to sit on the countertop as he cooks, or keep your arms around his waist and press your face in his bare (hahahaha I'm dead actually) back

you're just getting ready for a girls' night out but he's had a not so good day so he'll just trod over to you and hug you tightly and ask you if you can miss girls night, and he hates to ask you to do that but all he needs is your comfort, and you can't say to that puppy dog look you just can't 😭😭😭 plus he sounds so sad all you want is to comfort him and make him feel better

^^ more on this; you'll then change to some comfy hoodie of his and then make a massive snack tray for both of you to eat and you let him talk and vent about it all

you and him after a match!!! this can go two ways: first one is when his team wins and you can't help but just kiss his pretty face all over and tell him how good and hot he looked while playing, and you both just retreat to one of your dorms and he just falls asleep cause he's so tired and he lets you play with his hair

if he lost!!!! you'll quickly wrap your arms around his neck and he'll wrap his around your waist and he'll hug you so tightly, and if the match is super important like some regionals or something he'll just need so much love and support from your side to make him feel better

^^ more on this; I defo think he's the type to blame himself when the team loses, now I don't know shit about soccer but he'll probably say stuff like if I wouldn't have missed that kick, or if I would have made that goal then we wouldn't have lost, and you'll just softly sigh and tell him it's not his fault!!! and you'll kiss him gently and tell him all is okay cause it's okay to lose but he'll be okay 🥺🥺

i don't see him as a party kinda guy tbh, you'll be at a frat party but he'll just get so bored so quick and just embrace you in a hug and gently murmur in your ear to get away from the party cause he's already damn tired and all he wants are your cuddles and kisses 😫😫😫😫

thank you for helping me through my random burst of energy bestie 😆🤭 if you ever feel like writing any of these please please feel free to!! 💗💗😁😁😁

Ahhhhhhhhhh @keziahcore I am obsessed with our perfect boy. Just look at him 🥹

- I just know he has the softest, sweetest morning voice, with just the perfect amount of rasp. He sleeps without a shirt on, and he loves it when you sleep in your little sports bra or nothing at all because he loves feeling your warm soft skin against his. Skin-to-skin contact is so important to him.

- He loves having you in the kitchen too because you are his DJ, flipping between your favorite songs while he unwinds and cooks for the two of you. He loves hearing about your day, which he often asks you all about. The only time that Zach ever makes a mistake in the kitchen is when he gets a little too into your stories, eating up the drama. He also likes that you’re willing to taste test everything for him, he doesn’t even have to ask, he just leans close with the spoon and waits for your praise to follow. And the hugs from behind… he can get enough feral he loves the way your cheek rests on the sway of his spine like that spot was reserved just for you.

- Zach never has been days, truly they are few and far between. He is always looking out for you, anticipating your needs, and making sure that you feel comfortable and loved it wasn’t even a question if you were going to call of the girls night or not.

- The second you call it off he’s behind you with a pair of his sweats and a sweatshirt for you to wear, which you happily accept just knowing he’ll let you keep it. And, he smells so good, his comfy clothes sprayed with his Tod Ford cologne (something woodsy and warm - fougere oud).

And, it’s not that Zach is a jealous guy, he has nothing to worry about when it comes to you and other guys, but he gets jealous of the time that’s taken from the two of you as a couple. Your little Girl’s Night dress would make the perfect date night attire and all he can think about the night lost. He makes sure to let you know how pretty you look as he unzips the back, telling you that you should hang it up so the two of you can go out to that little French Restaurant by campus tomorrow night.

The two of you will pick some romcom, snacking on Charcuterie arranged by Zach. He’ll take his turn feeding you his hot gossip, finally letting you know what happened in the day that really got to him.

- After a win, Zach likes to unwind with you. Sometimes the two of you make it out to the bar but usually, the two of you spend the night at his place or yours, wrapped up in each other as you watch the local news, waiting for them to talk about the local sports and the university’s all-star Zach MacLaren. He’ll be pink-cheeked as you tease him about what a hottie he is, doing his best to fight back his wide smile. “Cheers” usually comes on afterward, but Zach doesn’t usually last longer than the first ten minutes, falling asleep with his head in your lap after some head scratches and kisses, he’s out like a light. When the credits roll your eyes are usually shut as well, Zach, takes his turn caring for you, laying you in bed where he snuggles in close. Whispering ‘I love yous’ before turning out the bedside light.

- If he lost he wants to leave but you don’t go home… not right away at least. The two of you go on a long drive, listening to music until Zach is ready to talk again. He knows you don’t know near as much about soccer that he does, but that doesn't matter, he has his dad to talk “strategy” with him. But, he needs you to talk about everything else, the pressure he’s feeling, riffs with his teammates. He blames everything on himself. Everything. But, Zach MacLaren is pretty sure that you have the best advice, because you’re always looking out for him and you care for him like no one else. And the feeling is mutual.

- Zach is not much of a party guy, I mean the only reason he would have gone to the party in the first place is to find a girl and he already has his… you. What else does he need? The two of you will usually leave the frat party or the soccer party after the first thirty minutes, heading to the local college dive diner instead, draining coffee and sharing pie and ice cream between kisses.

Hehehehehhehe i might need to write more on these I love my baby boy

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mollymauk-teafleak · 2 months

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Huskerdust babies?? Please say more

GLADLY oh my god there was no way I was going to be able to restrain myself until I made time to write a fic. and right off the bat, so much credit goes to @minky-for-short who came up with this with me

Okay, I'm going to bullet point it for structure. And first off, whether you want this to be a trans Angel Dust or demon magic making it possible or Angel being a porn demon giving him different genitals, go crazy, I don't mind any interpretation

So the fact that this happens is a result of their gradual redemption. Demons aren't supposed to be able to reproduce but as Angel and Dusk slowly improve themselves, they start changing in ways they don't notice and the curse they have in Hell starts to weaken

Charlie is actually the first person to find out, she clocks that Angel is feeling sick which is pretty unusual because he's actually been cutting way back on his general debauchery, having a much healthier coping mechanism over behind the bar. He insists he's fine because he's used to powering through pain and discomfort with a smile on his face. But she won't have it, she's going to get him checked out

Healthcare is very hard to come by in Hell but Charlie can get him access to the facilities in the Sloth ring. But the doctors there are just as stumped, no one can figure out whats wrong with him, it's not a bad batch of drugs, its not a hangover, he's just throwing up and miserable and exhausted

They're back at the hotel and it's Charlie who notices the barest of little sentient sparks when Angel Dust moves but it's not coming from him, it's coming from inside him. And she's the one who realises. And Angel Dust is convinced she's spouting idealistic bullshit but he can't deny it

It's a while before he can bring himself to tell Husk, he's terrified that it means he'll just want to call things off with him, that he's clearly not a winning hand. But eventually they're sat together and Husk mentions casually that whenever he's ready to tell him whats bothering him, he'll listen. Like, he's realised he's scared but he still gave him the space to deal with it and thats what makes Angel Dust brave enough to say it out loud. And after a moment of quiet, Husk just shrugs and says well lets hope he makes a better daddy than he did an overlord, huh?

They have twins in the end, a boy and a girl. Both dads got to name one twin each so Husk calls their son Howard, Howie for short, after a famous magician and Angel Dust calls his daughter Belladonna, Bella for short, because he wanted to give her a name that made her sound strong and able to defend herself

The twins are utterly adorable, no one can deny it. They have the multiple arms from their pops and little heart shaped pink patches on black fur from their daddy, each with a set of wings like his too. They act a lot like kittens, rolling around and hissing and pouncing on whatever moves in the hotel

They're also unashamed trouble makers, they really only listen to their daddy and their pops, everyone else has to bribe them. Fortunately they're cute enough to get away with everything and anything.

The twins also have a super close bond with their Auntie Charlie. I can go into more detail about this in another post but she ends up with the contract for their souls to protect them from both Heaven and Valentino (Alastor has no interest in the babies, beyond not really minding as much as he should when they climb up him, knock his hat off and call him Uncle Al)

But yes I have many many ideas about these two being dads and their little demons and all of that so feel free to bug me about them!

#huskerdust #hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #headcanons

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nomazee · 9 months

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haii :3

could you write how shinsou would take care of a reader when they are sick :0

i’ve been a little sick this week so this would really cheer me up :D

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader

word count: ~800

content: sickfic AGUGHHH, friends-to-lovers slash unspecified relationship could be established could be not, cutesy, literally just fluff, vague mentions of puking etc typical sickness stuff

this was such a cute request omg thank you for sending it in! i hope u feel better much love! i decided to do this in bullet point format!

ALSO IM SO SORRY GUYSSS IM GETTING THROUGH REQUESTS SO SLOWLY <//3 i promise i will try to get as many of them done as i can but many of them are like long-fic format so they will take me a bit FEEL FREE TO SEND REQUESTS IF U STILL WANT TO!!! rules are linked here!

OK SO

you're both in the gen ed department + living in the dorms

it's the middle of the week and you've been feeling ROUGH for the entire week but just haven't had the time to focus on yourself between studies and everything

shinsou and you are in your math class sitting together at a two-person desk while your teacher lectures

you're super dizzy even while sitting down, there's a sheen of sweat on your forehead and you feel way too hot overall, you're holding back a coughing fit because you know if you let it happen you're gonna end up puking everywhere

the bell finally rings signaling the end of class and the start of lunch and you can't bring yourself to stand up at all

shinsou is packing up next to you and doesn't really notice your unmoving form until he's slinging his backpack over his shoulder and looking down at you, expecting to see you packed and ready to go but you.... look like you're dying

"you good, man?"

"ghf.......gh...m......"

"alright"

he packs up your stuff for you because he's secretly a SWEETHEART and carries your bag and pulls you up by your elbow with a big sigh

"guess i gotta take you to recovery girl now"

"do NOT take me to recovery girl..."

it's not like you have anything against recovery girl but it's not like she would be able to help you with a sickness and she'd end up giving you a bed to sleep on or just send you to your dorm to rest anyways

you just want to sleep in the comfort of YOUR bed already

you tell that to shinsou and urge him to just walk you to your dorm before you throw up on his shoes

he tells you that the teachers will think you're skipping class but you flutter your lashes at him (it probably looks more like you're seizing with how sick you are) and say something like "you'll cover for me, right?"

he rolls his eyes but. yes. he will cover for you. (he's whipped)

walks you to your dorm with an arm around your shoulders and you try not to collapse from both ur fever and the feeling of him walking so close

your delusions are running rampant in this HEAT

walks you alllll the way to your room and helps you lay back in your bed, pulls the covers over you and everything and your hands are TWITCHING because you wanna kiss him so bad but you'd end up puking all over him in this state

leaves your room for a bit and comes back with an ice pack wrapped in a towel to put on ur forehead and hot tea mixed w honey for when you're ready to drink something

puts the ice pack over ur forehead with a gentleness you've never seen from him before and you're like dying and clawing at the sheets trying not to scream with how in love u are with this guy

"you should go back to lunch man you're not gonna have enough time to eat"

"you're on the verge of death and that's what you're worried about"

"I'M NOT DYING"

stays with you until there's like 5 minutes left in the lunch period and he (unfortunately) HAS to leave

you're holding back a whine because yeah you feel guilty that he wasted his lunch time taking care of you but also... stay here forever?!?! duh?!?!

he notices the hesitant look in ur eyes while he stands up and takes his bag with him and sighs and rolls his eyes all fake-annoyed before leaning down and kissing your cheek and you hold back the urge to swing and punch him because he CAN'T JUST DO THAT AND THEN LEAVE???

"i know you can't stand a minute without me but i promise i'll be back the minute classes are over"

"i'm gonna set an alarm to make sure you're telling the truth about that"

"you can count on me"

you sleep for like the rest of the day and only wake up when you hear your door opening and smell soup and there's totally no way shinsou made that for you except he definitely did because when you ask about the soup his ears are flushed and you're literally gonna kiss him if he doesn't stop being so hot

overall shinsou would be so soft with you in his stupid sarcastic way and tease you about getting sick because he's a JERK but also a cutie so you let him get away with it

would definitely spend the rest of the day sleeping in your bed with you and then also get sick and force you to make him homemade soup (it's only fair, he argues)

#shinsou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi headcanons #shinsou fluff #shinsou fic #guys how lojng has it been since i've written hcs/bullet point stuff #im otu of my element #this was so cute and fun to write though omfg #maybe i love... bullet poitn format...#also i REALLY AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT GETTING TO REQUESTS i look like such a jerk for openign requests and then dipping but i am getting--#--through them slowly but surely #like they have all been started in some capacity i just havent finished them all #a lot of them were unspecified formats so i went crazy and started writing and they ended up being FULL LENGTH one shots and i #i have... no self control

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lucy90712 · 9 months

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Gavi- Birthday surprise

After weeks of planning and what feels like millions of phone calls it's finally Pablo's birthday and everything should hopefully come together. On my birthday Pablo went all out so I wanted to do the same so that's what I am attempting to do. It has been difficult as Pablo and I are long distance while I'm in university but I think I have been trying my best to get everything sorted and exactly how I want it. As much as I've planned a lot of things the part I'm most excited about is getting to surprise him as he thinks that I won't be able to make it out to Barcelona this weekend. He was so disappointed when I said I wouldn't be there so now I can't wait to see his reaction when he comes home from training to me being at his place.

So far everything is going to plan as when I got up to get ready for my flight I managed to order Pablo some breakfast which I know arrived just after he woke up as he text me to thank me. Just to make sure he didn't get suspicious I spent while texting him as he was getting ready as most days we do that because sometimes it's the only time we are both free to talk. Just as my flight was boarding Pablo told me he had to leave for training which was perfect timing yet again. Now that Pablo's at training and I'm on my flight things should be pretty straightforward but until I set foot in Pablo's house I can't be fully relaxed as things could still go wrong and ruin the surprises I have planned.

My flight touched down exactly on time and I ran through the airport collecting my suitcase along the way before getting in a taxi. Pablo doesn't like me taking taxis but in this situation I don't have any other option so I made sure to give the driver a slightly differently address and I had sunglasses on so the driver couldn't see my eyes just in case he might recognise me. As I expected I made it to my destination safely and I walked a few houses down until I reached Pablo's place. When I had to move away for university Pablo gave me a key to his place so that if I ever wanted to come back home without planning a trip I didn't have to wait for him to be home. In this situation having a key is really helpful as I was able to let myself in and start decorating the place.

Half of my suitcase was filled with decorations as I didn't want to have to buy them here in case they didn't have what I wanted as I don't have much time to waste. Because my time is limited I got started straight away by blowing up the millions of balloons I brought which I'm definitely regretting now. Once I started I got a good system going and before I knew it all turned balloons were blown up and now I just have to put everything up. I wanted to put the balloons all around so I started with hanging them around the lights which involved standing on a chair which Pablo will tell me off for later but I can cope with that. It took a while but eventually I got everything up but then I had the brilliant idea to out a few balloons on the door so that Pablo would see them when he got home and would hopefully be confused for long enough that I could really surprise him.

By the time I was done it wasn't long until he would be home so I found my hiding spot and while I waited I put together a post for Pablo's birthday as I do it every year even though no one other than him really cares. Just as I clicked post I heard a car door close outside and all of a sudden I got super nervous because what if Pablo doesn't want to see me. I had to put that out my mind as the door opened and I saw Pablo drop his bag and put his keys down while looking around clearly confused by what I'd done to the door. Just as he was about to walk away I jumped out from my hiding spot and scared the life out of him to begin with before he realised it was me. Once he realised he came straight over and picked me up in a tight hug while leaving kisses all over my face and neck.

"What are you doing here?" He asked

"I'm here to surprise you" I said

"Well I'm definitely surprised you scared the shit out of me" he laughed

"I'm sorry but your face was funny I don't think I'll ever be able to get you that good ever again" I said

"You better not next time I might die of a heart attack" he joked

"Come on I have more to show you" I said dragging him into the living room

"Oh wow how long did this take you?" He asked

"Not too long but the stuff took up most of my suitcase so I'm probably going to need to steal some of your clothes" I said

"I like the sound of that" he smirked

I slapped his chest before getting him to sit down with me as I wanted to spend time together as we haven't seen each other in ages and while he was in the USA we didn't get to talk much. Within seconds we were deep in conversation about everything he did in the states and he wouldn't stop telling me how much he wanted us to go out there together so he can take me to all the places he saw. He showed me all of the pictures he took while he was out there too some of which he already sent me but I still liked seeing the selfies he took even if he needs lessons on how to take them. While he was gone all I really did was prep for going back to uni but he insisted that I tell him about every little thing I did so we talked about my work and I showed him the research I had already done. He doesn't completely understand what I'm studying but he always takes and interest and tells me I'm smart which really helps keep me going during the exam seasons.

We spent hours cuddling and catching up before I remembered the reason I flew out here and ran off to get Pablo's presents which also took up quite a bit of space in my suitcase. I spent quite a while trying to find the perfect presents for him so I'm excited to see what he thinks as I think I did a good job. I have always loved giving gifts so as I put Pablo's presents in his lap and sat down not being able to hide the wide smile on my face. The first present was a pair of sunglasses I knew he had been looking at then I got him a few new hoodies which will eventually end up mine as much as his but he doesn't mind. I got him a few other things and then he got to the last present which I was most nervous about. He opened it and came across the scrapbook I had put together which had pictures of us from all of the important moments in our relationship and then there was loads of blank pages so we can add all our future memories to it.

"This is so sweet I love it" he said

"I'm glad you like it I was worried you'd think it was lame" I said

"No I love it I can't wait to add to it in the future" he said

"I wrote a little note at the back too" I said

Instead of buying a card I decided to write in the back of the scrapbook as that way he can keep it forever. Neither of us are good at expressing our feelings with words and are much better at showing our feelings so it was hard for me to write the note but I did my best to try and express my true feelings. As I watched him read it my hands were sweating like crazy but when I saw his cheeks turn pink and his eyes glass over a little I calmed down again. After he read the whole thing he closed the book and just engulfed me in a hug while kissing me. Pablo really isn't one to talk too much so when he whispered in my ear how much he loved me I knew he truly meant it and it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

After a while of letting him cuddle me I asked what he wanted to do because although I had a few ideas I wanted him to decide what he wanted to do for his birthday. To my surprise Pablo just wanted to stay in and cuddle which wasn’t what I thought he’d want to do but I could never say no to that request. Once I had agreed Pablo quickly laid down and pulled me on top of him which is his favourite way to cuddle as he can hold me as close as he wants to and play with my hair. Today he decided he wanted to play with my hair so he took it out of the ponytail I had put it in to travel and started running his fingers through it to get all the knots out before putting them all back in by wrapping my hair around his fingers.

While we were playing down together I put a movie on for us to have on in the background. We both mostly ignored the movie as we were just talking to each other or just enjoying being together as soon we will both be a lot busier so we won’t get to have this time together. As the day went on we barely moved from our spot on the sofa until it started to get late and we were both getting hungry. Even though we shouldn’t because of Pablo’s diet I ordered dinner for us so that we could eat without having to leave the comfort of our spot on the sofa for more than a few minutes and because I think Pablo deserves a treat.

After an evening of doing nothing just like most of the day Pablo carried me upstairs to bed and gave me one of his T-shirts to wear as I didn’t really have room to pack anything to sleep in. While I did my skincare he kept his arms around my waist the entire time so that the second I was done he could bring me to the bed and go back to cuddling.

“Have you had a good birthday?” I asked

“I’ve had the best day thank you for doing all of this for me you’re the best” he said

“There’s not need to thank me you deserve it all and a lot more” I said

“Well I’m going to thank you anyway because you made today exactly how I wanted it to be” he smiled

“I’m happy I could do that for you but I’m exhausted so goodnight birthday boy” I said

“Goodnight mi amor” he whispered

#pablo gavi oneshots #pablo gavi imagine #gavi oneshots #gavi imagines #gavi imagine #pablo gavi imagines #pablo gavi #gavi

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mychlapci · 2 months

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I personally think Springer deserves the stress relief of knocking up his former boss after everything he went through. I mean Impactor shot through Springer to hit somebody else and then Springer had to deal with a coma, Whirl trying to pull the plug, and finding out he was TaraProwl's affair baby.

I also feel like Impactor is the kinda character to go "Listen I said I'm sorry. Tell you what how about you get free use of the valve and we call it even." and Springer just accepts it because he's got a lot of pent up tension rage and feelings to get through.

Impactor did not exprct Springer to accept (maybe once or twice at most) much less to end up with him bending Impactor over or shoving him against a wall or showing up in his quarters without more than a "open up". Super Soldier Springer has stamina, and Impactor is experiencing it. He starts just starting his morning routine, lubing himself up to make sure he's ready because he may have agreed to this but he does not like the feelings he got when Springer upon realizing he wasn't wet dropped to his knees and ate him out until he overloaded without fucking him. It felt way too close to squishy feelings, and Springer's grin and comment that he was good before kissing him skirted a little too close to memories of a sweet faced minor Impactor failed.

Only that doesn't help because now Springer's started to want to finger him sometimes or eat him out or go nice and slow or just hold him while Impactor warms his spike, occasionally kissing the back of his neck and slowly fragging him into and liquid hot melted mess with way to much petting and soft touches. But Impactor isn't going back on his word no matter how much the kissing is throwing him.

And then he ends up pregnant after a night of the slowest sweetest fragging they'd ever done and Impactor is just having a meltdown over it because oh fuck he actually wants it and with Springer specifically and that is a much, much worse situation than hate-fucking his ex sunordinate as an apology.

oh lord. Springer taking full advantage of Impactor's half-assed apology. At first, things are hard and rough, just the way Impactor expected them to be. His valve takes the worst of it, getting pounded into daily, which he frankly, didn't expect. But then Springer changes his approach, going nice and slow on Impactor, if only to see him squirm...

A few too many creampies and Impactor is absolutely knocked up. He probably doesn't tell Springer though... keeps it a secret for as long as he can, continuing to offer his valve to Springer as if nothing was wrong. And when Springer finds out, which he does because after a while Impactor's got a belly he can't hide, he definitely pins him down, and starts kissing his baby-bump, slowly fingering him until Impactor's been worn down by at least three overloads in a row <3

If Impactor wasn't having weird, squichy feelings before, he definitely does now. He wants Springer's fucking baby.

#valveplug #pregnancy mention #hgrhh #texty

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dingbatnix · 2 months

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Slime

Who's ready for some angst?

So anyway I have a different fic (the snippet I posted just a second ago) I wanted to do for valentine's, but that one is nowhere near finished, and this one is, so. Y'know.

It's kinda badly written, buuuut I don't care. I'm so very tired o~0

Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings:: Fear of death, dehumanization, ect.

Word Count: 3,070

Karl can't speak in his gummy/true form—which I've decided to use for angst.

He is a relative of the slime family, kinda like Slimecicle, but Karl can’t really control his form when he’s stressed/has lost too much mass. He mostly violet/purple, but his limbs do have a slight gradient to blue/teal. He is much younger than Slimecicle, and has not lived in a hole for centuries, so he has a much, much better understanding of retaining a human form and shape than Charlie does.

So anyway, he gets stuck in his true form for some reason, like exhaustion or stress.

It's equated to damage, like slime hybrids in osmp. He gets attacked by a mob of zombies, loses his ability to retain human-ish shape, and loses enough mass to be small, like a foot tall small. If he had enough to eat, and wasn't super stressed, maybe he'd be able to gain back enough mass to become his human self again, but, as it is, he can't.

And he can't speak, either. His two fiancés, Sap and Q, don't know about his true form, and he's scared of what they might do to him if they catch him (while Sap and Q are very kind to him, in his human form, he didn't want to risk it. Quackity had a mean streak twenty miles wide, and Sapnap did enjoy killing things. Especially pets. What if he got mistaken for a hostile mob? He was a slime, after all) so, he tries to hide in Kinoko.

But! After a few too many close calls, he decides that it would be better for him to go somewhere else, so he travels out of Kinoko into the main Smp. This leads to him getting caught by some curious people (Tubbo, Ranboo, and Michael) who think that Karl's just a strange, somewhat intelligent, mob. They end up keeping him in a cage as a cool new pet, and poor Karl doesn't have anything to write with or signify that he's not an animal, dangit. A pencil wouldn't really be much use, because he didn't actually have fingers in his slime form, but still. He could have worked it out.

The teens weren't so bad, he supposed, but they treat him like he’s a cat or a dog or something, and it just feels demeaning. So, he devises a plan to escape. It’s really not that hard, actually, he just has to squish his malleable body through the bars of his kennel and make his way out the door. The snow outside poses a bit of a problem for his semi-liquid body, but he is the consistency of jello. It helps him a little bit, but some of his body mass freezes off, leaving him even smaller. Eventually, though, he manages to get out of the tundra and starts making his way back to Kinoko, because even if he gets caught and treated like a pet by Sap, Q and Goggy, at least it'd be safer. At least it'd be by people he trusted. At least it'd be by the people he loved. And even if they kill him, at least he wouldn’t have to live as somebody’s pet anymore.

Meanwhile, Sap and Q are freaking out, cause they can't find Karl anywhere, and it's bordering on four weeks that he's been missing. They’ve nearly turned the Smp upside-down looking for him, and unfortunately, nobody else has seen Karl, either.

So when Karl finally makes it out of the tundra, he still can't change back. He's just so stressed with everything going on, so when he eventually gets to Kinoko, he's faced with a choice: hide again, or show himself to try and communicate with the other residents of Kinoko.

He made the easy choice. He decides to find his fiancés.

The two were in the courtyard, Quackity reading through some documents piled next to him and Sapnap sparring against a training dummy. He approached them carefully, hiding behind barrels and building fixtures until he was close enough to reveal himself to Quackity. (He was not going near Sapnap with a sword, not when he looked like this. That was a good way to get cleaved in half.

He finally revealed himself to Quackity, stepping out from the shadows and tugging on the avian’s pant leg. Quackity shrieked, flailing enough to tip his wicker chair over and scatter his papers across the stones of the courtyard. Sapnap heard Quackity scream and was running in a flash, brandishing his sword towards Karl as he sprinted over.

Karl’s heart stopped. He had the opportunity to run, in the short time before Sanap arrived and speared him through, but…this was the first time he had seen either of his fiancés since he first got stuck like this. It had been nearly a month. And now, Sapnap was about to kill him, and they’d. They’d never know. They’d never know that it was him.

Karl’s legs wobbled, and then all but melted beneath his body. He threw his arms over his head and curled in on himself, his entire being quivering in fear and despair. He didn’t want to see Sapnap kill him, didn’t want to see one of the loves of his life deliver the final blow.

Sapnap skidded to a stop just as he reached them, head cocking in confusion as the little purple slime folded in on itself upon his arrival. The entire mass was wiggling, almost like it was afraid of him. Curiously, he poked it with the tip of his sword and was rewarded by it unfurling and trying to scramble away on its back. Beady little dot eyes blinked at him, wide and glimmering in the morning light.

"Hey! It's colored like one of Karl's hoodies! Like, y'know, the blue and purple one?" Sapanp realized, a grin spreading across his face as he shot a glance at Quackity. The avian, who had been crouched behind his overturned wicker chair, peeked over it at the slime's splayed out body. Sapnap was right. It did look like one of Karl’s hoodies.

“So it does,” he agreed, climbing to his feet and approaching Karl. “It…it seems more scared than hostile.” Karl nodded frantically at the avian’s words, scooching backwards as Quackity grew closer. Quackity paused in surprise and shared a look with Sapnap. He waved at the fireborn to put away his sword and turned back to the shivering slime on the ground.

“Hey,” he murmured, crouching slowly down to inspect the little slime. “Can you understand us?” At Karl’s hurried nod, a pensive frown stretched across his face. “...can you speak?”

Karl slowly shook his head, feeling strangely ashamed.

After some contemplation, he turned back to Sapnap with a curious expression on his face. “I think it’s like Charlie. Just…not quite as developed, maybe? Cause Charlie can talk, even when he’s small.”

Sapnap snorted out a small laugh. “Don’t let Charlie hear you say that. He’ll freak out over his ‘cover’ being blown.” All the same, he joined Quackity in inspecting Karl.

Karl deflated at the remark. While it wasn’t meant to hurt him, it still smarted. Charlie was older than he was! By several centuries! Of course he’d have better control over his body!

He waved his arms furiously, gesturing towards himself, and then towards Sapnap and Quackity. He was trying to tell them that it was him, that he was Karl, but they just didn’t seem to understand!

He couldn't sign either, he didn't. Have. Fingers.

He was still himself! He was still Karl…he guessed the others didn't realize that. He guessed they couldn't tell. They wouldn't have any reason to think that he, the strange little slime creature that wandered up to them, was their fiancé.

Unbidden, his eyes started to burn, and tears sprung to his eyes. Karl scrubbed at his eyes furiously. He didn't want to cry! Of all the things he couldn't do in his slime form, why wasn't crying one of them?!

"It's crying! Dude, I think you hurt its feelings! What do we do?" Sapnap exclaimed, tail twitching and flicking anxiously. Quackity shrugged, eyes guilty. “I dunno, man! I didn’t know slimes could cry! Charlie never has!”

Sapnap bit his lip, thinking, then scooped Karl up into his arms. “Hey, it’s okay, little guy. I know Quackity can be a dick sometimes, but don’t take it to heart. It’ll be okay, okay?” Sapnap ignored the affronted noise that the avian made and gently stroked his fingers over Karl’s head while making cooing noises. Karl took the gesture of comfort for what it was, burying his head against Sapnap’s chest and sobbing into the fireborn’s shirt. He poured the pent-up emotions of being trapped in a cage for days and treated like an animal, of being half frozen, of being afraid and unable to speak for weeks into Sapnap’s shirt, soaking it through with fluids he probably couldn’t afford to lose. If he kept crying like he was, he'd start losing more mass. He didn’t want that. Not when it was so hard to gain back.

Karl cries for a long, long while. Sapnap and Quackity don’t really know what to do, because that’s obviously not because of Quackity’s remark, but something that had built up over time.

They decide to take in the little slime, letting it live with them as long as it wanted to.

For Karl, their decision was a godsend, because he could rest and recover in a familiar place, with people he loved. He was allowed to roam wherever he wanted (which is a step up from the cage Tubbo had him in) and he stayed with at least one of his fiancés every day. Unfortunately, he was still stuck in his slime form, no matter what he tried.

Despite everything, Sapnap was rather…dense. And most of the time, Quackity was either busy with his affairs with Las Nevadas, or he was looking for Karl. Neither of them ever realized that he was with them, nearly all of the time.

And no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get his hands on an inked quill and a piece of paper. The frustration had reduced him to stinging tears, and it took him a while more before he gave up and accepted that he'd probably never get to tell his fiancés who he was.

It was fine. He would be fine.

He would.

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Quackity found himself becoming rather fond of the little slime over the few weeks it had been with them, and he was absolutely delighted on the days it decided to hang around with him. It usually alternated between himself and Sapnap, and sometimes didn’t go with either of them, but today it had decided to spend its time with him.

Right now, it was hanging from his neck like a sloth, or perhaps a koala would, as he made his way along one of the many paths of Las Nevadas. He was headed to the casino today, needing to do a checkup on the slot machines and make sure that nobody had tampered with anything.

A green, semi-translucent figure bounced towards Quackity, and a fond smile grew across his face as Charlie barreled closer. He raised a hand in preparation to greet the slime. Charlie’s face lit up, and he sped towards Quackity at a much more rapid pace, his own gelatinous arm raised to meet the avian’s.

"Hello, Quackity from Las Nevadas! Hello, Karl from Kinoko Kingdom!" A green palm slapped his own, but Quackity was too startled to respond to the slime’s exuberant greeting. Karl was here?!

Quackity jerked ramrod straight, and his head whipped from side to side, wildly searching the surrounding buildings. "Karl?"

The little purple slime frantically patted Quackity's chest, nearly losing its one-armed grip around the avian's neck. Quackity looked down at it with sad eyes, confusion clear in his face.

Karl slapped his own chest, staring imploringly at the big avian. To his utter disappointment, Quackity looked away from him and back up at Charlie.

"Wh–where's Karl, Charlie? Where did you see him?" The avian sounded desperate, and it hurt, to hear Quackity call for him when he was right there. Karl’s eyes stung, and he sent a pleading look Charlie’s way. The bigger slime met his gaze, and a small, sympathetic grin formed over his face.

Very gently, the bigger slime leaned forward and patted one green hand on top of Karl's head. "Karl from Kinoko Kingdom." The green slime said plainly, moving his gaze from Karl up to Quackity’s.

Karl nodded frantically, twisting his hand-nubs into Quackity's rumpled dress shirt and bracing his legs against the avian’s sternum. He pulled himself up, high enough that he was face-to-nose with Quackity, and waved frantically between himself and Charlie. His movements were so violent that he lost his grip, and panic strummed though his body when he tipped backwards and fell.

His back smacked against something oddly lumpy, and he realized that Quackity had brought his hands up to catch him, even while he was staring at him as if he was in some kind of daze.

Finally, Quackity blinked several times and hesitantly brushed his thumb along Karl’s arm, almost as if he thought the slime would disappear at a moment's notice.

“Y-You’re Karl?!” His voice was shaking, and his eyes were watering. Karl nodded frantically, curling one of his hand-nubs around Quackity’s thumb. The line of the avian’s mouth wavered, and he wiped his eyes on his shoulder before turning to Charlie.

"Charlie, why can't he talk?"

"He's been de-gooped, Quackity from Las Nevadas. He doesn't have enough of himself to form properly." Charlie paused for a long moment, then. "Not that I know anything about that, seeing as I am a perfectly normal human being with perfectly normal human bones."

Quackity didn’t bother answering, instead staring down at the little purple slime draped over his hands. Karl had been with them the entire time…? Karl had been with them while they were looking for him…

An incredulous laugh escaped from his lips, and soon, he found himself doubled over, Karl clutched to his chest, cackling like a madman as a wave of emotion overcame him.

Karl found himself squished against a layer of smoky cotton as he was squeezed to Quackity’s chest in a desperate hug, the scent of cigarettes and the dusty smell of sand pervading his senses from the tight embrace.

After what felt like too much time and not enough, Quackity loosened his grip on Karl’s body, and his laughter petered out. A doofy grin still decorated his face, and his eyes were scanning over Karl like he’d never seen him before.

Seconds later, his eyes widened, and his grin grew. “I gotta tell Sapnap! Holy fuck he’s gonna be so happy!”

Quackity shifted Karl to one arm and pulled his communicator out with the other. It took him a few seconds to do it one handed, but Karl saw him pull up Sapnap’s contact and hit call. It rang for a few moments, before their third picked up. “Yea–”

“Sapnap, Sapnap, I fucking found Karl.” Quackity didn’t even pause to let Sapnap get a word in, bowling over anything the other man had to say. “Sapnap, he’s the fucking slime, he’s fucking been here the whole goddamn time!”

“Oh my fucking god.”

“I fucking know!” Quackity grinned down at Karl, cradled in the crook of his left arm. Karl waved back up at him, eyes scrunched up in joy.

“I’m headed over there right now. Don’t you two fucking move, got it?”

Quackity laughed and planted himself on a bench on the side of the road, pulling Karl into his lap and hugging the little slime to his chest. “We won’t, we won’t. We’ll be here, dude.”

Quackity hung up and shoved his communicator back into his pocket. His other arm circled around Karl’s pliable body, and he looked down at the slime, eyes wide with wonder.

“Dude, what the fuck,” he whispered, and all Karl could do was shrug, chest feeling lighter than it had in a long, long while.

Charlie wandered away while they waited, stating that he needed to go check his holes (Quackity needed to fill some of those in, he’d nearly broken his ankle about eight times) leaving the two of them to wait for their third.

When Sapnap finally arrived, he made a beeline for the little purple slime resting in Quackity’s lap, sprinting through town and skidding to a stop right in front of them.

He immediately reached for Karl, his warm hands surrounding his torso and his thumbs pressing against Karl's chest. He was plucked up from Quackity’s arms before he could blink, and then he was brought towards Sapnap’s face.

The huge fireborn pressed a kiss against Karl’s face, lips as big as his head smothering against his face. He leaned into it, wrapping his arms around Sapnap's cheeks and jawline in an awkward hug. It was a good thing he didn't technically breathe through his nonexistent mouth, because he'd be suffocating from how long his face was being squashed into Sapnap's lips.

Then he was being squished against the fireborn's stubbled cheek, a deep, elated purr jiggling his entire body. Karl leaned into it, burying his face into Sapnap's cheek and wrapping himself in the familiar, comforting scent of charcoal and dirt. It felt different now, now that they knew.

Sapnap held him at arms length, hands still wrapped firmly around his chest. Karl’s legs dangled limply below, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sapnap asked earnestly. Karl shot him a flat look and getsured first at his mouthless face, then at his fingerless hand-nubs, and then finally over his whole body in general. The fireborn winced, realizing that Karl physically couldn’t.

It was fine now, though, because they finally knew.

When they finally went to bed that night, he was cocooned between their chests, in a warm embrace formed by the blanket and the two bodies of his fiancés. He wasn’t a pet, he wasn’t dead, and they. Knew.

He still couldn’t build up enough body mass to grow back to normal size and retain his human shape, but it was more bearable now, now that his fiancés knew who he was.

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ryeriy · 1 year

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Hi guys! This was not requested but I saw something to this but I can't find it now but if you see it that was inspired by this. Please like and follow to see more posts like this! Enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of an injury, slight swearing

I'm Glad You're Okay

It was a normal evening. I was relaxing at me and Trevor's apartment watching television. I was by myself tonight because Trevor went out with his hockey friends.

The season just ended so they decided to go have some fun and go play some hockey. I didn't think much of it until I got the phone call from Trevor. I picked up the phone and I answered.

"Hello?" I spoke.

"Y/n?" A voice said. That wasn't Trevor's voice.

"Who is this?" I replied.

"Oh sorry. This is Jack. Trevor's friend." He commented.

"Is everything okay?" I questioned him. Why would Trevor's friend be calling me on Trevor's phone.

"Well...we where playing hockey and..." I could hear people talking. Then I heard Trevor's voice very faintly in the back.

"And what?! Is he okay?! Where's Trevor?!" I frantically said. I got up off the couch and started to pace back and fourth.

"He got hurt...and you should come get him...I just sent the adress" His voice got softer as he said that

"Oh my gosh! What happened! Where is he?!" I was putting the phone on the kitchen counter and frantically getting my shoes on to go.

"He just took a puck to the face. He's right he-" He got cutted off by a familiar voice.

"Y/n?" It was Trevor. Thank god he could talk right now.

"I'm here Trev. I'm on my way to get you right now." I said while grabbing my keys and getting out of the place and locking the door then rushing to the car.

"Are you here yet?" Gosh he always acts like he just had laughing gas when he gets hurt like this. It was kind of funny.

"Not yet. In a few minutes." I said while starting my car and putting the phoen on speaker and on the passengers side.

"How about now?" He was also super inpatient.

"Not yet." I replied. I knew this was going to be a back and fourth chain of are you there yet.

Fifteen minutes later I arrive at the adress. I was a small litte ice rink. I got out of my car and grabbed my phone and rush towards they were all clustered.

"Where is he?" I asked while looking around for him.

"Y/n!" That familiar voice spoke again. Sounded so drouzy. Classic Trevor.

"Oh gosh! What happened!" I walked over to see his half of his face swollen with different colors. I kneeled down to look at him.

"I was playing and boom!" I could the exaggeration in his voice. I giggled at he said that.

"Well I need to take you home so you can rest and get better." I exclaimed to him as I stroked the non swollen side of his face.

"But I wanna play!" He exclaimed back. I felt like a mother telling her child that they have to go to bed.

"I know but you need to get better." I told him. He really needed to get some ice on it.

He kept smiling at me with his face. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Do you think I'm pretty still?" He said while gazing at me.

"You always are pretty to me." I smiled at him as he giggled at me.

Ten minutes later Jack and the others help me get Trevor up. He was on his feet now and he was relying on me to stand up. He made his goodbyes and slowly went to my car.

I opened the passengers door for him and help him get inside the car. He managed to get his seat belt on. I closed his door than walked back over to my side and got in and got ready to go.

Within twenty minutes we arrived back to our apartment. I parked the car then got out to go help Trevor out of the car.

"I'm fine y/n." He tries to reensure me he was fine. I wasn't believing him one bit.

"Let me help you trev." I helped him get out of the car and he leaned against the car until I helped him walk in.

I get to the door and unlock it and get him on the couch then going to close and lock the door.

"Someone got too competitive again." I chuckled at him while going into the freezer to grab him an ice pack.

"What? Noooo!" He chuckled at me while I walked back over to the couch and put the ice pack where it was swollen. He immediately flinched in pain.

"Shit!" He exclaimed.

"I know, I'm sorry. Do you want asprin?" I asked him while holding the ice pack on his face for a second.

"Yeah." He replied while I got up to grab him some asprin and water for him. He's had injury before but this is one of the worsts he's gotten.

"Here you go." I said while giving him a small glass of water with small asprin pills. I removed the ice pack off of his face so he could have them.

"Thank you mamas." He said while putting the ice pack back on.

"Of course." I said while putting the empty glass on the coffee table infront of the couch.

"Come here mamas." He said while putting his arms out for me. I go towards his arms and he pulls me close to him so my head is cheating on his chess.

"You scared me." I said while looking enjoying the moment with him.

"I didn't mean to baby." He replied.

"I know, I'm just glad your okay." I smiled up at him and he smiled back. I know he'd be okay. And I was glad.

#nhl hockey #nhl x reader #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #hockey

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lover-of-mine · 18 days

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I fully agree that it was a lot to have buck hurt eddie like that. Like I get why they did it cause let's be real if eddie had been able to walk it wouldn't have been Tommy at buck's door but I wish they'd go about it in another way...

On another note, do you think buck will analyse his whole relationship with his family and friends with his new found discovery (I still can't believe we have bi buck still feeling shaky omg) and also im sure you've gotten something similar asked but I kinda would like a reassurance well as close to one as I can get, but do you think that means we are headed toward buddie? Or will they be like hey at least you get this kinda thing?

Thank you for your posts they've been great and like I feel we all lived through this together and I'm thankfull for your takes :)

This is actually the first time I thought about them hurting Eddie as a plot device to stop him from reaching out occurred to me. I see it, I don't like it, but I see it.

Okay, yeah, I kinda think he will, finding out you're bisexual as an adult, specially when Buck did as well with women as he does, will be some cause for panic (I say this as someone who was good with men and only found out she was bi as an adult) about particular reactions of people around him (kinda terrified what this means for him with his parents about to come into town) because even if you know some of the people who love you will be supportive, is still a scary experience, even more if you've been trying to find this one thing about yourself for decades, so, yeah, I do believe he will be forced to reevaluate a lot of stuff in his life, and Tim and Oliver seem to be ready to try and tell this story right and I am super interested to see how this will go (I can't believe Bi Buck is real, it literally rewired my brain, I might be losing my mind because I need to sleep because I've been up for who knows how long because every time I try to sleep my brain goes BUCK IS BI and then I start freaking out about again)

I know a lot of you come to me for the logical side of it all to get some reassurance and I love that I can be this person, really, especially in moments like this, so, I love that you came here 🫶. But the buddie of it all, I don't see why they would make Buck queer and not go there with Buck and Eddie. I maintain what I've been saying, that the loft scene is gonna tell us if they are turning up the heat or if we are keeping the energy we had so far while Buck explores his own feelings about being bisexual, even more if we are gonna get 2 for 2 and they are planning on making Eddie demi (god imagine if they actually put a character like Eddie in the ace spectrum, I would die), because then you can use a Buck who's settled into being bisexual to drag the realization from Eddie, because this can cascade into Buck realizing what he's looking for is what he has with Eddie, and since men are an option now, he could look at their relationship and be like "oh so I needed to figure out that I like men, for me to realize that the love I want is with this man" and then trying to figure out if Eddie could feel the same about him, and Eddie having his own queer arc about how no one has felt as right as Shannon because he needs a deeper connection that he does have with Buck and them going there. Buck being bi puts at least halfway there on the road to canon buddie, because now it is an actual canon possibility that Buck will develop, or find out he already has feelings for Eddie. Especially with how intertwined with the discovery with Tommy, Eddie is. Everything that points to Tommy, points to Eddie if Buck just looks to the right, yk? Obviously the showrunners and actors will keep saying there's no plan, and they are seeing where it's going, but if they handle the next episode well, just sit back and enjoy, because they're cooking. They could've made Buck bi be only about Tommy, but they didn't, they made a very intense point of adding Eddie to the mix so I will continue to believe they have a plan and this is a slow burn that's gonna happen, because I honestly, even more now with canon confirmation that Buck is bi, I think it's the only way to look at them, yk? I don't see why they wouldn't go there now that they are not hiding behind the "they are both straight" excuse. And personally, as a writer, I think it would be a waste of a setup not to go there now that we know they can go there.

#im sorry its hard to be coherent rn #my brain is legit fuzzy kapakpkapakaoaa #i hope this js reassuring enough #911 #911 spoilers #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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I remember seeing that you like Poly Robby and Moon, Do you have any thoughts/headcanons on Alpha!Robby and Omega!Moon with an Omega!Reader??

omg yes! I love love love this 😍

Poly!Alpha!Robby x Chubby!Omega! x Omega!Moon Headcanons

Fem!Reader 😍 a/b/o au 😍 pure fluff

I found it easier to start from the beginning, so I hope that's okay. I think it's pretty cute if I have to say so myself.

Also, I loved this so much. If people want a NSFW version or any other version, send it to my ask box. I'm more than welcome to it.

💘 Alpha!Robby is really hard to get close to. While he desperately wants to find a mate, he doesn't open himself up very easily. He's very guarded, but when he meets omega!Moon and omega!Reader, his defensive walls start to crumble. Their intertwined scents are his kryptonite and he finds himself hanging out with them a lot more and telling them about things he doesn't talk about with other people, not even the rest of the dojo pack.

💘 When he realizes this, he knows that there is something special about the both of them. He wants to be near the omegas all the time and becomes extremely protective of them. He doesn't like when other alphas talk to them or get too close, but he doesn't realize what this this until an older, more experienced alpha explains it to him.

💘 Johnny realizes what's going on but doesn't see that Robby doesn't. He tries to talk to him about alphas and omegas and mates, but Robby stops him and tells him that nothing like that is going on. Robby understands what it means to find a mate on a very surface level, but he never learned what that would actually feel like. Johnny figures this out when he realizes he was never there to explain all that stuff to him and tries to make up for it now, but it takes Daniel coming over to straighten everything out for the young alpha.

💘 When asked who the lucky omega is that he wants to court, Robby gets a little sheepish and explains that it isn't one omega, but two. He asks how he's supposed to court two omegas and Daniel takes over, ready to explain that he has to give them both equal amounts of attention, gifts, and his time. Johnny scoffs and Daniel gives him a pointed look, then makes an off hand comment about how Johnny acts like a jealous omega more often than not, then turns back to Robby.

💘 When Robby starts courting the two omegas, it's with small gestures at first. He brings them to places he likes to hangout at and he buys them lunch; he brings them each a little gift from time to time (taking up a job with Daniel again so he can buy Reader and Moon as many gifts as he can); he understands that they are very close and so one of the gifts he gets them is a pair of matching necklaces.

💘 When he feels confident that his courting methods are workings, he starts showing off how strong he is. He invites them to training so he can show them all his karate moves, especially his Miyagi-Do training because it's less offensive and violent and he knows Moon will like that a lot more than aggressive Cobra Kai or Eagle Fang techniques. When they're around, he ups his game while sparring just to show them that he can defend them if need be.

💘 The omega's are super impressed by him and they release their scents. They're so close and hangout together all the time, their scents mingle and intertwine. It's super sweet to others and most people can't tell their scents apart from each other, but Robby can. He loves each of there scents individually and together just the same and he can never get enough of it.

💘 Moon and Reader are pretty close, but it's never clear to others if they are dating or just very one. They blur the lines between best friends and lovers, very affectionate with each other all the time. They hold hands and hug a lot, and they're always seen together, more than normal omegas. The omegas are just happy to be together and don't become bothered with whether other people get it or not.

💘 When the time comes for Robby to ask the omegas to be his mates, he's a little nervous. He's done a lot to show them he's worthy of their love and time. He hasn't been able to give them a lot of gifts, but he took them out to get food a lot and to do things like little walks through the park or the movies. He knows they're deserving of so much more than he can afford, but he can do more for them in other ways. He's so happy when they accept and attack him with cuddles, ready to scent him with their claiming scent. He's ready to do the same.

💘 Robby is a pretty chill alpha all around. Other alphas think he's weird for how calm he can be, unaware of his delinquent days and unsuspecting that at any moment he flip that on like a switch. He can be a conniving little shit at the drop of a hat. They try to rile him up all the time, but shows no weakness and doesn't fall for their bullshit. However, if anyone says a bad word about or lays a hand on one of his mates, he's going to throw hands and they better be ready, because an angry alpha!Robby is not a Robby anyone wants to face off against.

💘 Robby takes the safety of his omegas very seriously. Moon wants nothing more than to take care of Robby, though. She is so in tune with his emotions and lets him know that he can express himself in whatever way he needs to. She doesn't want him to feel like she and Reader aren't there for him when he needs someone, because the pressure of being an alpha is a lot and they recognize that. She treats Robby and Reader to spa days for this reason.

💘 Moon builds nests like no other. She has a big elaborate nest made of cushions and big soft blankets and whatever else she has found that they can all pile into when they need to calm down or rest or just need comfort. She has Robby scent so many things so she can put it in the nest and steals his shirts to put in it too. She and Reader rub their scent all over things too, knowing that while it is not typical for alphas to be in a nest alone, Robby naps in the nest from time to time when he thinks no one will catch him. It's a very inviting space and he secretly loves being there; it fills in the space of nurturing he missed out on growing up.

💘 Moon and Reader can always be found cuddling more often than not and will always invite Robby to join them. They've always had each other but now that they have an alpha, they need him around for cuddles a lot. Sweet cuddles filled with kisses and whispers of sweet nothings. It's so sweet, I can a cavity.

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greencways · 7 months

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Fic Name: Night fever

Paring: Elle Greenaway x Reader

Words: 931

Warnings: mostly fluff but there is a tiny bit of an alcohol mention

Content: Reader and Elle watching a horror movie, reader can't sleep that night and Elle comforts them in a cuddle.

A/N: this was another request, but it was super cute and i loved writing it

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"It's my turn to choose the movie this week" Elle grinned.

You groaned as you tilted your head back as you let out a laughed stifled.

"You chose last week Y/N it's Elle's turn now" JJ laughed.

"Okay fine but I'm staying here all night" You laughed.

"Fine by me" Elle agreed considering it was her apartment.

"Fantastic" you tilted your head to the side and smirked.

"Jayje grab the popcorn" Elle shouted as she watched around the couch to put the movie on the TV.

"On it" JJ said running to the cupboard where Elle kept the giant bowls next to the sink.

"Alright who's ready?" Penelope laughed.

"Definitely not Y/N" Elle laughed.

"Very funny Elle, but I'm actually very more than ready" you said with the straightest face as you can.

Elle being a profiler knew you were lying straight away but she wanted to see how far you would go with this lie.

"Right now?" She giggled.

"Right now" you didn't back down but smirked very gently almost impossible for Elle too see if she blinked.

"Alright" Elle said grabbing the bowl out of JJ's hand but keeping eye contact with you.

"Boo" JJ grabbed your shoulders which made you fall to the floor in fear, Elle, JJ, and Penelope laughed while JJ helped you up "I'm sorry" JJ apologized while helping you up.

"JJ it's fine I didn't even get that scared" you lied.

JJ nodded whilst trying her best to hold her grin.

"Come on, it's starting" Penelope shouted.

"Shift up" You said motioning your hands in a swooping position for you to sit in between Elle and JJ, Penelope insistent on being the chair, you did it to selfishly if need be cuddle with Elle.

1 hour later around 2am Penelope had fallen asleep and JJ had hogged the popcorn bowl which made you and Elle and laugh after you realise you hadn't had popcorn in a while.

"Are you scared?" Elle whispered in your ear.

"Not really" you shrugged but Elle felt you shaking.

"Okay" Elle chuckled softly.

"Alright well me and Pen are gonna head off" she smiled as soon as the film finished "do you need a lift Y/N/N?" JJ asked.

"Oh um" you said wondering if Elle remembered if you said you wanted to stay with her tonight.

"She'll stay" Elle smiled genuinely, it wasn't harsh in the way she stated it, in fact it was the opposite.

"Alright well I will see you guys on Monday" JJ smiled.

"Have fun lovebirds" Penelope said half asleep not realising what she actually said out loud.

"She's staying with me tonight" JJ told you and Elle "but you guys have fun though" JJ winked.

"Oh- um-uhh" you tripped over your words and blushed and all Elle could do was watch to see how you would react to you.

Elle hugged Penelope at the door "Get home safely you guys" JJ turned to JJ as she hugged her.

JJ nodded and smiled before she took Penelope's arm underneath hers to lead her to her car.

"Goodnight" Elle said closing the door leaning out for a final goodbye to them.

"Are you ready for bed honey pie?" Elle smiled.

"Sure am" you smiled.

"My guest bedroom is through here" she said guiding you to a room you were somewhat familiar with after putting a very drunk JJ to bed here once or twice.

"Thanks Elle" you smiled as you slipped into bed.

Hours passed and you couldn't sleep because of that film, you tossed and turned, you tried a lamp, you tried white noise, and yet nothing was working.

"Ughhhh" you groaned as you got out of bed walking to Elle's room.

You knocked on Elle's door "Elle" you tapped lightly just enough for her to stir

"Y/N" she said sitting up and rubbing her eyes "Y/N is everything okay?" she smiled.

"Yeah-um- yeah I'm- yeah I'm sorry for you waking you" you turned around.

"Are you scared?" it came out genuine, there was nothing malicious about the way she said it, she meant it.

"Yeah I am" you laughed.

"Get in here" Elle said shuffling back holding up the blanket for you to slip under to make room for you.

"You don't mind?" You laughed.

"Not at all" She smiled "Plus the company would be kind of nice" she grinned.

"Elle" you knew she was just trying to make you feel better.

"No I mean it, I like spending time with you, as much as I can and I like hanging out with you, you're my best friend in the entire world and I love you" Elle's words were unintelligible but you thought her rambling about how much she loved you was cute.

“Me too" you smiled.

"Good morning" Elle said hugging you from behind.

"Hey you" you turned to face her "what you said yesterday?" you suggested.

"Oh" she said in defeat "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable" she bit her lip.

"Um no It didn't, I was gonna tell you I felt the same sooner or later" you laughed.

"You feel the same way about me?" Elle smiled.

"Yes" You smiled as you fell flat on your back Elle hugged you as she fell on your chest "Come here" you smiled as you pulled her face down by her cheeks to kiss her.

"You have no idea how badly I've been wanting to do that" Elle laughed honestly.

"Hopefully every morning for the rest of time?" you questioned happily.

"For the rest of time" Elle stated.

#criminal minds #fanfic #lola glaudini #elle greenaway x reader #elle greenaway #elle greenaway x you

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