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mymegumi · 4 months

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I JUST WANT YOU (FOR MY OWN) ෆ KAMO CHOSO

⠀ warnings: no jujutsu au, situationship/fwb to lovers

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“please, please stop telling yuuji to do his mariah carey impression, i can only handle so much of his screeching.” you moan, hands over your ears as you tread up the stairs of choso and itadori’s shared apartment. the pink-haired male is still happily singing along to the woman’s christmas hit, but at a much farther distance away so you can hardly hear it now.

“i wouldn’t have had to do that if you didn’t eat the last cookie from yesterday night.” choso says, peeking his head out from the hallway at the top of the stairs, eyebrow raised as he gives you an accusing look. “i even said i was saving it.”

“okay,” you mutter, swiping at his knee playfully as you walk past him to his bedroom, “calling dibs on it while i’m not around means nothing to me.”

choso is sprawled out on the bed when you reach his bedroom, the walls a contrasting dark blue to the light beige carpeting. his bedsheets are, as men are so often predictable, a dark navy with the odd pairing of gray pillowcases. there’s a collection of random objects and souvenirs living on his nightstand, but also scattered among them are your own things, as you’ve come to spend just as much time at choso’s apartment as your own.

“yeah,” he mutters, “well, i didn’t think you were heartless. taking a man’s cookie like that.”

you laugh, falling onto his body and relishing in the way his arms wind around your waist, holding you to him as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.

it’s strange—your not-quite relationship with choso. since the two of you have known each other, you’ve been magnets that just couldn’t stay away from one another, and yet neither of you have ever labeled what you were. there was exclusivity in your situation, but there wasn’t a label. you’d only sleep with him and vice versa, and yet there was no girlfriend-boyfriend feeling, no security in the fact that he could technically walk away from you at any minute.

you sigh softly, burying your face in his neck just enjoying the musky smell of him when you feel him shuffle a bit, as if moving to reach something. “you okay? want me to move?”

you can feel, more than you can see, him shake his head, body moving ever so slightly as you feel his hand come up to rest on the back of your head. “you’re okay, don’t worry.”

content to keep your wandering mind to yourself for once, you close your eyes sleepily as you imagine he’s on his phone doing who knows what. there was a point that you had worried maybe he was texting other girls, trying to find a connection that felt better than yours, but there was too much else to be worrying about—other things that required your time and energy and honestly, protecting your peace felt good. not stressing about his every move and his loyalty as a man that wasn’t truly yours was a lot nicer than being anxious about it. instead, you just wanted to enjoy his warmth and listen to his heart beating instead.

it’s this feeling, the feeling of the steady thump of his heart, that lulls you into a light sleep. dancing across your eyelids are you and choso, hands laced and heads pressed together as you laugh and whisper softly, secrets and joys shared between you both.

with a light jostling, choso wakes you with a soft ‘hey’ and unknown amount of time later. blinking, you look up at him as he presents something to you, a small velvet box with cursive gold embossment on the top of it. it makes your breath catch because despite the fact that the two of you have bought each other meals, and occasionally a sweater or a shirt, this was far fancier than what you’d bought him for christmas. you’re quickly snapped from your sleepy reverie to glance between the box and choso’s face in disbelief.

what you’d gotten him for christmas was just a nike hoodie that you had thought he would look good in, and that you were excited to take when his scent was more ingrained in it. while it was a self-indulgent gift, he enjoyed seeing you in his clothes and you were more excited to see his face when you wore it, than you were to see him actually open his gift.

“choso,” you murmur, eyes warily traveling from the velvety red box to his eyes. “you didn’t have to get me something so fancy.”

he didn’t have to get you anything at all, really. did situationships normally give each other gifts for christmas?

“i wanted to.” he mumbles, red slowly rising on the apples of his cheeks as he nudges the box in your direction. “open it, before i die of embarrassment.”

“you look like you’re going to die of embarrassment right now.” you tease, leaning up on one arm to gently take the box from him and laughing as he covers his face with an arm. the velvet is gentle against your fingertips and you notice that you’re shaking, suddenly realizing you’re almost scared to see how precious this gift is.

“i feel like i’m going to.” the words are muffled against his arm and with every breath, his chest is rising and falling sharply. you rub a soothing hand on his chest as you lift the lid of the little box, your own breath catching in your throat.

inside plush black satin, resting ever so prettily are a thin golden necklace and a matching bracelet. even with the limited natural light in choso’s room, the dainty bands sparkle, as if there was a spotlight hidden somewhere to show off their beauty. somehow, as if it were possible, the necklace and the bracelet aren’t the most surprising thing in the box. scrawled on a piece of paper in choso’s messing handwriting, is the simple phrase ‘will you be my girlfriend?’ in black ink. the question makes your heart flutter and immediately your eyes lock with his.

“are you serious?” you ask, mouth agape in sheer surprise. the tips of his ears have flushed bright red, by this point, and he nods shyly as he fiddles with the waistband of your pants. “oh my god, of course!”

you’re moving before you know what’s happening, choso leaning up to wrap you in a tight hug. his arms are wound around you, face buried in your neck as you laugh gently, closing the box and putting it on his sheets, content to put it on when he’s released you from his grasp.

“i was so nervous you were going to say no.” choso whispers into your neck, fingers gripping your clothes.

you shake your head. “i’d be stupid to say no.”

“merry christmas.” he leans back, eyes twinkling and the blush still ever present on his cheeks and ears. “i love you.”

pressing your lips together, hands pressed to both of his cheeks to pull him into you, you can feel a tightness in your chest lifting. his lips are as soft as they always are, lightly taste of vanilla and chocolate, and they slot perfectly against yours—just as he is perfect for you.

“i love you. merry christmas, choso.”

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bahrtofane · 4 days

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dialogue 7 and trope 16 (Secret Relationship) with jude please

also congratulations on 300 followers my lovely, you deserve even more!! <3

Thank u sm for the lovely words i hope you enjoy <333

"ooohh you wanna kiss me sooo bad

Secret Relationship

word count. - 600+

watch it - Jude is clingy and does NAWT care

"Ooohh you wanna kiss me sooo bad.” Jude smiles, leaning into your space as you back hits the wall. He stares at you, gaze trailing shamelessly down to your lips where he lingers there for a moment. He inches closer, so much so that you can smell the body wash on him. Minty fresh. Dear god.

You look around the hallway that you’re both in, eyes wide,“Yeah but not here.” You hiss, pushing him aside and walking away briskly.

He pouts, chasing after you. Pet names and pleas on his lips.

Ever since he landed in Madrid his sights have been on you. You were so kind and welcoming. So sweet. But timid. He thought you were afraid of him at first, if not wary.

Quick to duck out of the way when your paths crossed and never once starting a conversation. Turns out you just had a crush and didn’t know how to deal with it. And the rest is history.

After much pleading, begging, promising, and much compromising, he has you more or less.

Sure you can’t kiss him in public, hell you can’t even go out together, but he's yours and you're just as much his.

The media would tear him apart for having a regular girlfriend imagine if they found out he was with a staff member. You wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Besides, he likes to keep you all to himself. Just for his eyes.

And you want to keep out of the public eye at all costs so it works out.

It’s nearly empty around the training facilities today, it's why you popped in where you know he lingers around to say hi. He has other plans, obviously.

Unable to keep his hands to himself and begging for kisses. There’s cameras all over the place, you would know. You monitor half of them yourself.

You turn a corner to a dimly lit corridor lined with contraction supplies at each bend and twist. It leads to a storage closet, and you know the cameras don’t reach back here.

Jude follows, squinting as he has to duck under a few wooden boards and shooing away spider webs. Plums of dust curl around him but he follows. Even if he's in nothing but a white wife beater, shorts and slides. He’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you wanted. Just lead him.

You lean against a tall cardboard box, you think it's filled with steel beams but what do you know.

He reaches you soon enough, opening a hand out and you gladly take it.

”Where in the world did you take me?” He looks around.

”Super secret hideout.” You nod.

”Do I get a kiss now?” He tries, eyes wide.

You pull him closer to you, “mhm.”

He leans down, gently bringing his hands to cup your face, setting a soft kiss to your lips. And another, and another and another till you’re a giggling mess.

“Want to come over for dinner later? Mom wants to make you your favorite.” He mumbles against your lips, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

You eyes shine, “really? That’s so sweet of course I’ll come.”

peck, “perfect,” peck. Peck. Peck.

You say your goodbyes, and he pouts the whole way. But you kiss promises into his skin and he perks up. Excited to have you for dinner.

What a man. You can’t wait to see Denise. She’s so sweet to you. Jude is a bonus you suppose (you love him so so much).

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wildflowercryptid · 3 months

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it's all fun and games until your goofy ass kinnie jokes actually start to bring some interesting similarities to light.

#inspired by real events i realized this in the middle of the night and i stg i could hear the glass shattering in my mind #i will admit that i haven't watched eva so everything i know about kawoshin is via fandom osmosis and their more iconic moments #the ''maybe i was born to meet you'' scene stands out a lot to me & i'm so close to redrawing it w/ kieflo #the fucking blurb about kaworu's relationship w/ shinji on the nge wikia is making me want to gnaw on my desk tho #''kaworu represents an idealized figure to shinji'' GEE I WONDER WHO THAT SOUNDS LIKE HMM #listen florian's not doing much better with basically having homura & laios on his kinnie list #i really need to watch eva at some point... i'm gonna have to look up some trigger warnings bc i know it gets rough #( i'm moreso worried about how gore heavy it could be tho )#pokemon #pkmn scarvio #neon genesis evangelion #kawoshin #chara : florian russel cavallari #chara : kieran hinoki #tealmaskshipping #🎨 : mj draws #i'm not doing extensive tagging since this is mostly a shitpost

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birdiewriteslit · 1 month

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hii can i request 23/24 w jack hughes please?

“sober secrets, drunk deliveries”

jack hughes x f!hischier!reader

birdie’s 300 celly

i legit love this so much

From the beginning, Jack was very clear with you about keeping your relationship a secret from your brother. You told him countless times that Nico was harmless, but Jack couldn’t be convinced.

Maybe Nico showed the boys a different side of him in practice and in game, but you knew him as your lovable older brother.

Until Jack had told you a few weeks into your relationship that you were off limits to him, you didn’t even know Nico talked about you to the team at all.

When he introduced you to Jack during family skate a few months back, you immediately took a liking to him.

He was funny and easy to talk to, although apprehensive to get too close to you because of Nico’s supposed “threats.”

Over the past few months, you’d gotten to know Jack better and started a secret relationship. A lot of the time, sneaking around was hot, and the thrill of potentially getting caught fueled your desire, but you were getting restless.

You hadn’t said it to each other, but you loved Jack. You were serious about him and you knew he felt serious about you. You felt guilty hiding something you loved so much from your brother, who you obviously loved the most and told almost everything to.

That led you to tonight. You, the WAGs, and the team were out celebrating at a bar after a big win.

With a mixture of alcohol and the restlessness previously mentioned, you were being a little bit riskier than usual.

“Jack,” you said, tugging on his sleeve. “Jack, pay attention to me.”

He turned his head, his eyes locking onto yours, his mouth parted. “I am, baby.”

Uh oh. Jack was drunk too, and he didn’t even notice when he let the word slip. Ignoring the looks on Luke’s and Dawson’s faces, you giggled, taking his hand and pulling it around your shoulders, pressing your body into his side.

“If you were,” you teased, dragging out the last word and interlocking your fingers with his. You made an effort to whisper, but it came out louder than you intended. “You’d know I wanna be in your bed right now.”

“Jesus,” Breathed out Jack shamelessly. “I’ll take you there right now, say the word, honey.”

Nico had made it to the table, and at this point in the conversation, he heard pretty much everything he shouldn’t have.

Luke eyed Nico’s shocked expression. “I need to excuse myself,” he said awkwardly, tapping Dawson’s shoulder, signaling him to follow him and leaving Nico alone with you and Jack.

Both of you remained oblivious to your brother, too wrapped up in each other and the alcohol. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that you realized he was standing there.

You took your eyes off of Jack but didn’t step from him. “Oh, hi, Neeks. This is my boyfriend, Jack. Do you know him?”

Jack, on the other hand, sobered up pretty quickly when he saw Nico, and immediately dropped his arm from your shoulder.

“I know him, but I’m not really sure why you’re dating him,” Nico joked, sounding pretty unaffected.

“Are you mad?” Jack asked quickly, like a child asking a parent for forgiveness.

“Why would I be mad?” Nico asked.

Jack gestured to you, pointing back and forth between you like it was obvious. “‘Cause she’s off limits, according to you.”

“I only said that so nobody would bother her, but I don’t think you’re bothering her.” Nico shrugged, nonchalantly sipping his beer.

“Can I say something?” you interjected, raising your hand. “I totally knew you’d be cool with this because you’re the best brother ever.” You rounded the table and practically launched yourself onto Nico, completely disregarding the fact that he was holding a drink.

“Okay, time for you to go home,” Nico laughed, setting his spilt beer bottle on the table and patting your back. He glared at Jack from over your shoulder. “You’re not taking her, though. I don’t mind if you date her, just never talk to her like that in front of me and we won’t have a problem.”

Jack’s face burned red at the thought of the conversation that Nico overheard. “Sorry, Cap.”

Nico nodded, his glare replaced with a pleasant smile and he guided you to the bar’s exit, much to your dismay.

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meetmymouth · 9 months

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leave the door open...

The dishwasher makes a weird noise as Harry presses the button, and she lets out a sigh, wiping her hands on her joggers much to Harry's dismay. There's a few seconds where they just stare at each other, and he lets out a chuckle, turning behind so he can put the kettle on.

It'd only been six months.

Two months during him on tour that they'd been in a relationship, and four months post tour–and four weeks of living together in his London flat–. She knew him for a few years, having met in New York through mutual friends, including her short-term-girlfriend at the time, so living with him, or being with him hasn't been too different.

She loved it.

They both did, especially now that he was off tour.

They argued over silly things, like who would cook that night, or the temperature of the room, or how she forgets to unload the dishwasher– 'the light tells you when it's done, babe', 'well I don't come in the kitchen and look at the bloody dishwasher so excuse me for forgetting a couple of times, Harry'.

They've never been one of those couples who felt very shy around each other. Perhaps it's to do with the fact that they're both confident in their relationship, and the fact that they're very laid back.

After a night out with her girlfriends couple of weeks ago, she presents a new 'conflict' in their relationship: Farting.

She'd found him sitting in bed after coming in, glasses on as he typed away on his laptop. After a few kisses, cuddles, and a few more kisses, she looks up at him with determination in her eyes.

"What?"

"Why do you never fart around me?"

"What?" Harry had laughed. In fact, she had to wait for him to calm down for more than ten minutes.

Harry had continued, face confused but still chuckling. "Where is this coming from?"

"Michael farted after the third-month mark. So did Nick. And Jen."

"Baby, are you upset that I... don't fart?"

"I'm sure you do!" She'd waved her arms around. "But never around me, Harry. Are you embarassed? Are you not comfortable with me? What is it?"

"You're– baby," he'd held her hands to his chest. "I love you. I guess I just... don't really fart?"

"What?"

"I mean, I might've done it couple of times when we're asleep or rather... when you're asleep. I didn't– why have you never farted around me then, hm?"

And that was it.

They'd laugh about it, and it was over.

It was silly.

Now, though, Harry really enjoyed being 'nasty' around her.

He's such a boy when he farts in bed, under the covers, and threatens to lift up the covers since 'you wanted me to fart so bad'.

Another thing he's been doing lately is, leaving the door ajar when he's in the toilet.

Now, she wouldn't mind if he was just weeing.

Or doing something else– anything else other than... number two.

It's not that she minds it, it's... she's rather confused.

So, with the kettle on, she gets their favourite mugs out, and Harry excuses himself to go to the toilet.

She knows why, because she'd figured his toilet habits out by now.

Every night around this time, he would be in the toilet for about ten minutes.

He goes, not without kissing her on the lips, and she can't help but laugh when she doesn't hear the door shut properly.

Five minutes pass, and she looks at their empty mugs, wanting to pour the water when he's back.

She's about to call for him when he beats her to it.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?" She looks in the direction of the downstairs toilet, as if she would see him.

"I need toilet paper."

"Fuck sake, Harry–" she puts her phone down on the counter, and walks upstairs, and grabs a few before making her way downstairs.

She stops in front of the door.

"Helloooooo," Harry drawls. "I need to wipe my ass."

"Why do you leave the door open like that?" She thinks out loud.

Harry lets out a groan. "Baby give me the toilet paper."

"Ahh, bet it stinks in there, H."

"Come on."

She goes inside, and hands him one.

Can't help but laugh at the sight of him just sitting there, hair messy and forehead extra-shiny.

"Okay," she pauses.

"Okay... I'll wipe my ass now if you just... y'know?" Harry looks up at her.

She realises how vulnerable he is at the moment.

"I could easily punch your dick right now," she murmurs, leaning against the door, and it closes shut with a click.

"You're so– why would you even say that– baby I fucking need to wipe my ass, just leave."

"No, I think this," she lets out a laugh when she notices him opening the toilet paper. "This is a level up in our relationship! I've never been inside the toilet while you poo."

"Farting and now pooing, you're so fucking weird. Okay, I'll–"

They just stare at each other for a moment before Harry lets out a sigh.

"I don't know how to do– please don't look."

"You've never wiped your ass?"

"Babe, what the fuck, of course I have," Harry says, through gritted teeth. "Just never in front of an audience!"

"Why do you leave the door ajar, then, you twat!"

"It makes me feel less lonely when I can properly hear you do things around the flat, for fuck's sake, just–" he moves his hand. "Just don't look."

She laughs, feeling a bit sorry for him. "Okay, I'm sorry, wait– I'll leave. I'm really sorry, I now realise this is... weird," she laughs, and turns around, hand on the door handle.

"No– don't leave."

"What?"

"Ah, fuck, we're so disgusting as a couple," he laughs.

She leans against the door, but her eyes are focused on the tiles.

She waits until she hears the flush.

"I can't believe you wanted to watch me wipe my ass," Harry finds her gaze in the mirror.

"It's not– wow, that sounds so creepy, please don't ever say that. I didn't want to watch you–" she shudders visibly. "Please don't say that, wow."

"Creepy?" He laughs, wiping his hands before he turns to her, and grabs her cheeks, smushing them. "Disgusting more like."

"Okay, please don't kiss me– you just done a huge poo and it's very stuffy in here–"

"Oh, fuck off, get out!"

#inspired by real events.................#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles love on tour #love on tour #harry's house #harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x fem!reader #harry imagine #harry smut #harry styles angst

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velvetcloxds · 8 months

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if you're too shy- send me a character and a scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

Enemies to lovers kinda thing where reader or spencer admits feelings accidentally, like a slip of tongue maybe.

I'LL KEEP YOU WARM | S.R.

word count: 1.6k (stop)

warnings: one-bed trope, fem!reader- also I didn't literally have them say ily but he does admit to not hating the reader and in fact caring for the reader which is basically ily in enemies to lovers

You had spent nearly an hour next to Spencer considering the very creative and unprofessional things you’d planned to text Penelope in the morning once you could charge your phone on the jet, all of which would surely be forgotten in the morning, but it was a very good distraction from your current situation. You and Penelope had a general disagreement about the status of your relationship with Spencer Reid, your partner for the last few months. You were sure without a single doubt that he absolutely hated you, Penelope believed that what felt like hate was really pent-up tension that needed to be released- by putting the two of you together in one room with only one bed, she had clearly decided it was time for the tension to be released.

You were lucky the case had taken so much out of the team, neither of you thinking too much of the little double bed you were stuck in, just skipping through the shower and crawling under the questionable sheets. Spencer was asleep by the time you got into bed, and you were quite grateful he didn’t have to witness the sight of you shivering in the skimpy Bambi pajamas that should’ve been thrown away ages ago. How were you to know on the night you’d be there it would all of a sudden be cold? Basically, the sleeping arrangement wasn’t all that encouraging to sleep, you were cold, in the bed with someone you found alarmingly attractive that just so happened to hate you, and being in said bed with him meant you had to leave your comfort stuffed animal in your go bag.

You were careful when you rolled over, knowing you’d be much closer to Spencer than you should be, balled up still, holding an extra pillow against your chest and the neon sign just across the street made for good lighting in the supposed to be dark room. He was much prettier like this, you decided, quiet and unconscious, perfect to look at without being met with some dismissing comment or gesture that you’d replay for the rest of the day. Like this you could appreciate the little dimple that dipped right beside his lips even when he wasn’t smiling, or the little beauty marks you wouldn’t see if you weren’t looking for them, or the fact that his hair smelled like pomegranate- you were always sure it was something fruity, never sure which fruit but now you knew, you’d think about him every time you smelled pomegranate.

Your head dipped further into the pillow when he moved, sighed as if something interesting was happening in his head even asleep, of course it would, his hair fell over his eyes, and you had to clutch the pillow tighter to stop yourself from reaching forward and moving the hair away from distorting your view. You wondered as you wondered before what had made him so very set in his distain for you, you’d been very encouraging of all his quirks and habits, in fact you thought they accommodated your own surprisingly well. Yet he’s been acting a proper nightmare since Hotch reassigned the two of you to the same car, as if all of a sudden, your very existence was a thorn in his side and you wished you could remove yourself for his sake but Hotch was adamantly against the paperwork of it all.

“Why do you hate me, Spencer Reid?” you sighed, the question too quiet for even you to hear but you had to put it out there for even a second, shifting into the little cocoon you’d created by tucking the blanket under your bum and around your feet, but you were interrupted. Spencer was still moving, another sigh, much less dreamy this time as he tried to tug on the blanket, probably just as cold as you were, one more tug and you realized he was trying to pull it away from where it was tucked under you, his eyes opened with a disgruntled question.

“Y/n?” it sounded like a mixture of surprise and realization, like he’d somehow forgotten you were there in the first place, or like he’d assumed you’d find some other sleeping arrangements after your shower- you’d tried, Emily wasn’t fond of sharing or rather wasn’t fond of kicking you off the bed through the night and JJ was stuck in a single bed, not like you’d ask Derek or Hotch though the thought had definitely crossed your mind.

“Sorry,” you whispered almost on instinct, moving forward completely accidentally and his tired gaze focussed instantly. “Sorry,” you whispered again, and when you allowed him to take more of the blanket his hand brushed over your shoulder. The shiver it created was both due to the sudden touch and the sudden warmth. “Sorry,” you tried to move back, save him from the cold of your skin.

“You’re freezing,” he noted, and you wanted to explain yourself, apologetic even for your own disdain of the weather but he didn’t give you much time, gently stealing the pillow from your grip and chucking it across the room, silencing your indistinct questions by pulling you against him. “I was waiting for you to get out of the shower and I must've fallen asleep," he explained, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself when he gently guided your head to rest against his chest, on his pillow, in fact, you were sure this was some sleep-deprived hallucination that you’d have to scorn yourself for conjuring. “I assumed that you hadn’t packed for the cold even though I always tell you to.”

“It was supposed to be sunny,” you argued, and he scoffed a soft sound, you felt it against your ear, and you didn’t know what to do about that either. He dragged a finger up your arm, flicked the frilly pink sleeve of your shirt, and shook his head, you felt that too. In fact, you could feel him breathing, could feel his pulse right through his long-sleeved shirt.

“I told you it wouldn’t be,” he fought, and you had to see him, couldn’t let him scorn you with your face buried between his pecks, so you tilted your head back, trying to ignore that it forced your bodies to shift closer somehow.

“And you know more than the weathermen now?” he shrugged, and the roll of your eyes was the closest you’d ever come to taking him on for his attitude towards you, it was also his signal that you were done so he tightened his hold, fighting a smirk when you didn’t fight him. He was warm, impossibly warm considering the room, you wished you could steal every ounce of warmth right from him, and the hand that slid up his arm under his sleeve to wrap around his wrist had a mind of its own and you’d be embarrassed were you not so desperate. “Sorry,” you realized but he stopped you before you could pull away, fingers circling your arm to keep you still.

“Stop apologizing,” his tone was odd, you couldn’t read it, you could rarely read him to begin with but enough to know just how far to stay away from him that day, but this was new, rushed, forced, like he didn’t think it through which isn’t a characteristic the man holds. “I don’t mind, I don’t want you to be cold,” he explained and he made it sound just as logical as one of the little facts he’d share with the team, as if cuddling someone you disliked was entirely logical as well.

“Why not?”

“What do you mean, why not? Why would I want you to be cold?” why on earth was that such a silly thing to expect of him, you shrugged, you didn’t know what to say, like you’d ever for a second considered that the man cared enough to even think about what you feel let alone care about how you feel. “I don’t want you to be cold,” he was softer when he repeated it and the grip he had turned to something so soft there wasn’t even a word for it, like he’d realized what he was doing and in a second it became less about keeping you warm and more just about keeping you in his arms. “I care about you, why wouldn’t I care about you being cold,” Your thumb brushed up and down his skin, too comfortable.

“You care about me?” he’d never admit to anyone, let alone himself how much it pained him to hear the surprise in your voice, the genuine disbelieve you’d feel towards such a simple statement, such an obvious declaration, you were his partner, his teammate, his friend, his- well you were someone he cared about, and he’d made a proper mess of things if you thought otherwise.

“Well, I sure as hell don’t hate you,” you bit your lip, of course he’d heard that, even in his sleep he’s a proper pain in the behind, hear all, know all. “It’s late,” he decided even though he had no clue of what the time was, he just couldn’t talk about this anymore. “We’ve had a long day, you should get some sleep.”

“Spencer." Why you wanted to explain yourself you didn’t know, it’s not like he hadn’t given you copious amounts of evidence proving he disliked you, so why would he expect you'd thought he felt anything else. “I’m sorry,” he scoffed, squeezing you lightly.

“Stop apologizing to me,” his chin rested on the top of your head, the most foreign feeling yet it came so naturally to him, just like leaning into him felt natural to you, like your bodies knew what to do when your minds didn’t. “Get some sleep,” he relished in the feeling of you melting into him, like he was giving you permission to do so. “I’ll keep you warm,” and he did, even when he’d convinced himself to fall asleep, he was sure to keep an arm around you in whatever position you’d shifted to, to keep you warm, only to keep you warm- even when the sun came up, even when the cold fled the room. In the morning he’d wonder when the cold had fled from his heart.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x yn #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #monique's writing events #monique's event days #right where queue left me

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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🩰, haymitch’s daughter!reader x Finnick O’Dair

My 800 follower celebration is still going on through March 1st!

Finnick Odair x Abernathy!Reader

Summary: You attend a Capitol party!

Genre: 99% fluff

Warnings/Tags: Finnick Odair x reader (romantically), established relationship, Abernathy!reader, female!reader, Haymitch Abernathy x Reader (Platonic), sweetness, a few kisses, nothing super explicit, a few curse words, mention of prostitution, finnicks work, few sentences about THG

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Finnick finally found you in the crowd of crazily dressed capitol assholes. The party was begining to get extremely suffocating and he needed to find you.

"Hello darling," he whispered in your ear before sneaking off with you to a bare corner. His eyes quickly dart around the room looking for an escape.

"Left," you whisper and he sees the door you were referring to. God, these stupid parties got old very fast. Especially after years of them.

Finnick grabs your hand and carefully navigates the way to the door, without getting caught up in any unruly conversations.

You both reach the door way and sneak into the hallway. You rest your head against the nearest wall and finnick wraps his arm around you. He presses a kiss to your forehead before resting his forehead against yours.

You both sit in silence, listening to the others breathing and heartbeat, for what fells like eternity. He finally pulls away and you place a quick kiss to his lips.

He smiles before giving you a proper kiss. His lips crash onto yours, the excitement of sneaking away from the party combined with the wine you had oth been sipping, makes every sloppy move feel eletric.

His lips move in sync with yours as his tongue begins to find it's way into your mouth. He finally breaks the kiss and you lean back.

"And then we get to do all of these again tomorrow night," finnick complains. These parties did suck. I mean, who wants to hang out with rich dickheads that think prostituting teenagers is acceptable?

The answer is no in their right mind.

"Hey, don't worry. It will all be over soon," you remind him. Sure, the parties were held almost every few days, but there was a small loophole.

You and finnick were both victors. The 74th Hunger Games would be starting soon. You would be training district twelve, and he would be training district four.

In a few weeks the both of you would have very few parties to attend. The only downside was, well, everything you would be doing.

Training kids for their certain death was hard. If you weren't being forced to prance around and sleep with every rich asshole who had the money, you were helping aid the Capitol in murdering innocent children. It was great.

"At least we will be together a little bit," finnick says with a smile before kissing you again. When everything was wrong, finnick could count on you to make it all right.

His lips moved in syc with yours. The buzz of the alcohol and the adrenaline from kissing him made you forget everything. His tongu-

"I don't like seeing your tongue down my daughter's throat," Your dad says, clearing his throat. Finnick jumps at the man's voice and moves a few steps away.

"Much better," Your dad says before drunkenly stumbling off. He had coping mechanisms all right. There was a reason you helped train the kids. Your dad hates that you had to participate.

"Let's go suffocate," Finnick jokes as he grabs your hand and leads you back into the party. Everything was wrong, but a few right things could make you forget it.

Even if it's just for a few minutes.

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Requests are open! Reblogs and feedback are always enjoyed!

#finnick odair x reader #hunger games finnick #finnick x reader #800 followers event #800 followers celebration #800 followers #800 followed celebration #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair #Finnick odair x Abernathy!reader #Fanfic #Blurb #finnick zootopia #finnick x you #haymitch x reader #haymish

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mothdruid · 1 month

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oh my god abby! happy early birthday!!! 🥳🎂🎉🎊🎁🎈for your prompt party - bradley (ofc 💁🏼‍♀️) with:

“hey - in case no-one else’s said it, you’ve been doing some really great work lately. i really apprec- i mean, all of us really appreciate it.” (tbh all of these coworker prompts were so so cute i could pick 10 of them)

I love this request!!! coworker bradley is one of my favorite things! I hope you enjoy it!!

Soreness was aching through your upper back and shoulders. Your eyes were starting to become sore too. You rolled your shoulders back, stretching out your shoulders and neck. After that you slipped your glasses off and tossed them onto your desk. Haphazardly you looked at your computer screen, the warm light obscuring the tone.

The past few weeks at work had you working like a mad man. Late nights, skipped meals, and way too much coffee. It probably was terrible for the caffeine addiction you were already trying to work on. All of it was probably worse for your workaholic nature. But there were deadlines and you were really trying to get the next promotion that came up.

Was it all worth it though? Even though you had sworn that you wouldn't give your entire self over to this job, but here you were, giving yourself over to it. Well, you hadn't done so until you heard a small bird talk about how they are going to make a marketing manager position in two spots. Since then you were working way too much.

You rested your elbows on your desk, arching your back forward then backwards. The little cat cow stretch was something of a friend lately, helping to ease your back pain a little bit. As you were stretching your back forward a small knock could be heard. You sat back up and turned around in your chair. Soft hazel eyes were looking at you through a pair of lenses.

"Hey, Bradley," you smiled at him.

God, he looked perfect as always. Brown hair tousled perfectly and sleeves rolled up, showing off his forearms perfectly. Those gorgeous forearms that you had dreamed about regularly since starting your job. It made it hard to work with him, which was even worse to him technically being your superior.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked as he took a step further into your work space.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Eyes are just getting a little tired," you explained to him.

"Hate when that happens," Bradley offered a soft smile for reassurance, "but I just wanted to stop by for a minute."

"What's up?"

“In case no-one else’s said it, you’ve been doing some really great work lately. I really apprec- I mean, all of us really appreciate it.”

His words immediately went to your heart, causing it to stop for a moment while time seemed to slow down. A little fluttered when it started beating again. Heat was rising to you cheeks as you stared at him.

"Thank you, I'm just trying to really make sure things go smoothly." You were trying to skirt around his compliment. All your brains was focusing on was his wording.

"Seriously though, you've been putting a lot of extra time in. You've been here pulling a lot of late nights," Bradley started.

"Like I said, I just want to make things go smoothly."

"Well, they are and I was wondering if you'd let me buy you dinner or something," Bradley's words kind of fell out of his mouth, true word vomit.

You stared at him for a moment. You weren't sure if you had heard him right. You and him? Dinner? The heat in your cheeks started to radiate.

"I-"

"Because of work an-"

"I would love to."

don't forget to send some more blurbs in!

birthday blurb event!

#moths 26th #blurb event #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw x reader

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letsgetrowdy43 · 1 month

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Unspoken love—

Jack Hughes x reader

Requested: “You're blind- you're so blind! Why would I even do half the things that I do for you for anybody if I wasn't head over heels for them!” Jack is in love with his best friend and his best friend does not think that Jack would ever be in love with her

Rowan’s Blurb Event!!

The laughter died in Jack's throat as he replayed her words in his head, "Us? Together? No, he's like my brother," she joked as she looked at her best friend, his face dropping as his lips formed a straight line. Her smile fell as she watched his demeanour drop, watching as he grew quiet and reserved before slowly making his way in the direction of the bathroom.

It felt like a stab to the heart. He hated how much of an effect such a simple thing could have on his mood, but when you've been in love with a girl since the age of diapers, it's a little hard not to feel deflated when she has been dodging your affection for years.

Her eyes trailed him across the room, brows furrowing as she got up from the booth and headed toward the boy. Her fist knocked on the bathroom door, "One second!" "It's me," she knocked again, her voice growing gentle, "I just wanted to make sure you're okay"

"You're blind – you're so blind!" Jack exclaimed as he swung the door open, his voice a mix of passion and exasperation as he pulled her into the shelter of the bathroom. He looked at his best friend, the person who had become the centre of his world without her even realizing it, staring at him with confusion, no clue how much she truly meant to him.

"What are you talking about, Jack? Why are you so worked up?" "Why would I even do half the things that I do for you for anybody if I wasn't head over heels for them?" His words hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken truth as he rambled about all of the feelings he had pent up for years.

She blinked, her head filled with confusing thoughts as she put together all of the information thrown at her in seconds, "What do you mean, 'head over heels'?" she raked a hand through her hair, "you and me Jack? you've never given me a sign, I'm not even in your league!" "What are you talking about? There is no league, it has always been you!"

Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the boy she had undoubtedly been in love with for years. A lifetime of what felt like unrequited love built up in her chest as she searched his eyes for any sight of a lie, but all she saw was vulnerability filling his senses as he waited for her response.

And then it dawned on her, that they were idiots in love.

"Jack, I never knew," she whispered, "I always thought you saw us as close friends." Silence hung in the air as she stared at him, the realization that their friendship would never be the same filled the room as she contemplated her next words. "I just-," she whispered, voice getting choked up and tears lining her eyes as the emotions finally poured out of her, "Jack, I have never felt in the running for your affection."

Jack's face filled with genuine love as he shook his head, "you were always in the running, the only person in the running," Jack confessed, looking deeply into her eyes. "You are more than enough. You're everything to me, there's never been a person in my life that I have felt this strongly about in my life."

His hands cupped her face, thumb swiping under her eye to wipe away her tears, "Hey hey, no tears okay." She let out a cynical laugh as her hand wrapped around his wrist, "We are so blind, we wasted so much time being idiots!" His face broke out into a grin as he shook his head, "Maybe, but we have the rest of our lives to figure it out," he pressed a kiss to her temple as he pulled her into his chest.

The bathroom, once a place of solitude, became a sanctuary where two friends had finally unveiled their true feelings. They stood there, in the small bathroom, their emotions up in the air, knowing that from this moment on, their friendship would evolve into something more profound she pulled away to stare at him lovingly for a second before she stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a delicate kiss to his lips.

Unspoken love lingered in the air, once confined to silence, had now been expressed, forever reshaping the course of their friendship.

#rowan's blurb event #jack hughes #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fluff

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EXTRAVAGANT — r.c

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary lusty moments of passion between you and your boyfriend rafe. (based on the song “extravagant” by lil durk feat. nicki minaj)

warnings 18+, semi-public sex, anal play, spanking, oral sex (fem. receiving), fingering, reader's hands are tied up at one point, hickies, creampies, breeding kink, overstimulation, slight daddy kink, let me know if i missed anything

author’s note literally had to post this ten damn times, so i'm sorry for the delay. hopefully, this one goes through and yes, the jj smut is still coming today as well :)

rafe masterlist ;; valentine’s event ‘23 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

bend you over, scratch your back up

lick your chest, pullin’ your tracks out

lick on your neck, spit in your mouth

thumb in your ass

make you cum (same time, same time) [x4]

don’t go out with your friends, post me on instagram

tell the world that i’m your man, tell the world that i’m your friend

“oh my god, rafe. fuck, i’m so close.”

you and rafe had snuck off during the bonfire in a fit of lust. never being able to keep your hands off of each other, you let rafe lead you a little ways from the party and into the trees. in a flash, your skirt was pushed up from your hips, panties tugged to the side, and your back was up against the tree with your legs wrapped around rafe’s waist as he slammed into your pussy.

“yeah? you gonna cum for me, baby?” he questioned, fingers digging into your thighs as he thrust into you faster. “c’mon, want you to cream on my cock and lick me clean afterward. don’t you wanna feel me slide down your throat?”

you salivated at the thought of tasting yourself all over his cock, kissing and lapping at it like it was your last meal. your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, and you gave him a nod as you tried to keep yourself from screaming. rafe was making you feel fucking electric, the sparks igniting inside you.

“don’t bite that fucking lip. tell me how you feel, mama. tell daddy how good he’s fucking this perfect little pussy.”

“feels so good, baby,” you begged him. you felt your release coming, and all you wanted to feel was that immense wave of pleasure wash over you. “fuck me harder, make me cry.”

rafe slid out and put you down, but before you could even register what he was doing, you were turned around, legs spread, and your hands braced against the tree while rafe slammed into you from behind. his hands tugged you backward to meet his thrusts, one occasionally landing spanks on your ass.

“rafe, oh god. please. please,” you mewled, aching your spine and jutting your ass out more for him.

rafe’s right hand smoothed over your sore ass cheek and stopped right above your ass. he spat, watching the dribble flow down to your puckered hole. he spread it with his thumb before slowly sinking it inside and starting to penetrate you.

“yes! right fucking there, baby. shit!” you called out when your orgasm started to crash into you, no longer being able to hold back.

“louder, princess. let the whole fucking world know you’re mine.”

lick on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

wanna suck on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

wanna touch on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

i wanna love on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

i wanna kiss on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

i wanna grab on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

spend life with you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

spend time with you

“you’re so fucking beautiful, you know that? especially when you’re all tied up for me,” rafe murmured against your ear before sucking on your ear lobe. he had your wrists bound with one of his ties, keeping them fastened to the headboard above you. your back was against his plush pillows, your legs spread wide as he lay in between them.

his teeth raked against your jaw as his lips made their way down your body. he caught your skin between his teeth as he continued his path, sucking harshly as he left behind a trail of love bites on your soft skin. they ranged from your neck to your breasts, down your stomach and stopping right above your aching core. once his face was levelled with your pussy, he spat onto it, watching his spit dribble down your folds and dip toward your entrance. he blew cold air onto you, the wetness causing your body to shiver under the cool breeze.

“i fucking love this pussy. so pretty and wet and tight. i could just bury my face in it and never come up for air.” he licked a stripe from your heated entrance up to your clit, giving the sensitive bud a flick with the tip of his tongue. he smirked when you let out a shaky moan, and darted his tongue out again so he could nudge it from any angle he wished.

rafe’s palms get your legs spread open as he lapped at your pussy like it would be his last meal. each gasp and cry you let out gave him the incentive he needed to work you even harder. he let his lips focus on your clit while he shoved three fingers inside of your entrance, massaging your walls with his thick digits.

“just like that, rafe,” you whimpered. he was hitting every spot you needed him to deliciously, including your sweet spot. the attention caused your thighs to squeeze around rafe’s head tightly. your fingers slipped into his hair and pulled at the strands as you fell apart for him.

you let your knees drop, and rafe drew back from your clit as he continued to finger you. he began to suck even more hickies onto the insides of your thighs. he focused on your left one further, sucking red and purple hues into the shape of a heart. when he pulled back, he admired the bruises that were beginning to form.

“i love you, love how you sound when i make you cum. gonna marry you so i can hear those pretty cries forever.”

oh, you’re usually up to no good

but i get you ‘cause you’re so hood

when it go in, it feel so good

oh, baby

don’t go out with your friends

start switchin’ up your plans

don’t be on instagram

don’t disappear again

oh, boy, you got this pussy jumpin’

oh, damn, we really fuckin’ fuckin’, baby

oh, baby

keep cummin’ in it ‘cause i want your baby

you were sore, feeling the ache from taking rafe’s cock over and over again. the two of you hadn’t left the bed for hours, your animalistic tendencies taking control of the two of you. once was never enough for you, you had to devote your entire days and nights to being greedy with each other.

you took the lead in the beginning, begging rafe to let you ride his cock. he could never deny any of your wishes, so of course, he agreed.

you guided his cock into your entrance and sank down on him, your legs on either side of his lap. you rolled or hips, letting his cock knead against the most tender parts inside you.

“christ, your cock feels amazing, baby. feel you so fucking deep,” you praised, pressing wet kisses to his neck as you continued to ride him. your hand stroked down his chest as your lips found his ear, “promise me you’ll fill me up?”

“shit,” rafe groaned, “‘course i will.”

you rose onto your feet, beginning to bounce up and down on him. you felt his cock slam into you each time you took him inside. he rubbed against your g-spot, causing you to tremble as you tried to reach your high. rafe helped you out, letting his fingers play with your clit.

“yes. that’s it. i’m close, baby. you close?” you asked, feeling him begin to twitch.

“‘m right there with you. fuck, keep going,” rafe encouraged. he threw his head back as you both continued toward your releases. you both came, your walls tightening around him as his cum rushed out. you left the warmth of his cum fill you up as your movements slowed.

“fuck,” you heaved, hands leaning down on his chest as you came down.

“my turn to top now,” rafe breathed, a tired smirk taking over his face.

and ever since then, you’ve been on your back with rafe towering over your body. he’d decided it was his turn to act on the hunger he felt for you.

“fuck, princess. you’re soaking.” rafe hooked your legs over his shoulders, hands finding leverage on your waist as he gave you eager thrusts.

“want your cum, rafe. want more of it. want all of it.”

rafe caressed your face gently, “look at you, baby. such a fucking cum slut that you want me to breed you, right? want everyone to know i’m fucking this pussy raw?”

you nodded in response, and he continued to thrust into you, fucking his past release deeper inside of your cunt. there was already so much of his seed inside of you that it was leaking from you, but that didn’t deter you from wanting even more. you wanted to be so full of his cum that it would drip down your thighs as you went about your day.

“so cum-hungry for me. it’s pathetic,” he mocked, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing as his pounding became harsher. “tell me you want it.”

“breed me, rafe. put your fucking baby in me,” you whined, giving him your best pleading look.

“then take this cock, baby,” he growled while slamming into your creamy walls. he exerted all his force, the headboard smacking against the wall behind it. you throbbed around him, clamping down tightly as he felt your high taking you over.

“yes. shit.”

“that’s right, sweetheart. drain me. be selfish and take all my cum for yourself,” rafe gruffed. “fuck, i’m right there. fucking take this shit.” he let go with a loud groan, shooting his cum into your overflowing walls, filling you up even further.

once you both relaxed, your hands ran up his chest. “wanna go again?”

i want you suckin’ on my toes

fuck you better than them hoes

‘cause it’s tighter and it’s wetter and i suck it like a pro, oh

bend me over, then hit it from the side

let me ride you, then ride it from behind

i ain’t sharin’, bitch, ‘cause it’s mine

hit the deep-throat, then the bix-nine

he killin’ for this pussy, he said, “nick’s mine”

thick and long, damn, the dick’s bomb

best i ever had, not a diss line

and the best part, kiss the whole time (kiss the whole time)

the best part about your sex lives was that you both loved each other so much, that passion bled into every exchange between you. the electricity buzzed through you every time you kissed, grazed over each other’s skin and gave into the fire between you.

“you’re mine, you got that? you’re all fucking mine,” rafe murmured against your lips as he thrust into you. you were in the backseat of his car, perched up on his lap as he bucked his hips into you. his arms were wrapped around your back, keeping you in place as he fucked up into you. your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as you held on, panting against rafe’s mouth.

“you’re mine too,” you whispered.

“yeah?” rafe asked, eyes locking on yours.

“yeah,” you replied. “this cock belongs to me, baby. i don’t share.”

you felt the possessiveness he had over you flow through his harsh thrusts as he fucked you harder. the fact that you were just as possessive over him drove him wild. you were gorgeous, so perfect and special to him that he was in awe of you every day and felt lucky as hell that you’d chosen him. he showed you off whenever he could, catching the dirty looks the other men of the island flashed his way in jealousy and envy. you were the one everyone wanted but nobody could have.

because you were his.

“tell me who fucks this pussy the best,” rafe demanded.

“you do, rafe.”

“tell me who you want to make you feel good.”

“want you, rafe.”

“tell me who you love.”

“i love you, rafe. i’m yours, only yours,” you spoke through your moans. his actions becoming rougher as you spurred him on with your words, making cries escape your lips. you knew he was close, and you were too, as both of your growing coils tightened. your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, leaning your forehead against his. “kiss me while we cum, baby.”

rafe closed the gap, his grunts being swallowed by you as your tongues danced together. you squealed into his mouth as you came, your arms tightening around his neck as you clutched onto him. your orgasm kickstarted his, and his teeth clamped down on your bottom lip as he let himself fall over the edge. his thrusts grew choppy as his hips stuttered, and eventually, he stopped moving.

the air was thick inside the vehicle, and the windows were fogged up. rafe’s hand left your back, extending his pointer finger and drawing the first letters of your name and his, surrounded by a heart on the steamy window.

“i love you too, by the way."

bend you over, touch your toes, doggystyle

this the quickest i done came, it’s been a while

what you scratchin’ my back for, and i’m going’ faster

my phone don’t matter, so don’t disturb

miss durkio, female me

you got a man, bitch, email me

pussy on ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-ee

it smell like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-ee

it taste like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-ee

it look like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-ee

relation goals

it’s how far i came

it’s how far i go

we, we, we keep going, kay, okay, okay

it’s worth it, okay, okay, okay

it’s working, okay, okay, okay

you were always able to match rafe’s energy, and he adored you for doing so. you were adventurous and wanted to make every one of rafe’s fantasies a reality.

on one day in particular, he’d told you that he wanted to bend you over the washing machine and fuck you against it while it was on.

“that’s oddly specific,” you smirked up at him, your hands resting on each side of his neck.

“just think about it, baby. the vibrations pressed up against your clit, making you feel good while i fuck that little pussy from behind? don’t you think it’d feel good, princess?”

and that was all it took to be convinced.

you moaned as you felt the washing machine buzzing against your sensitive bud. rafe pummelled into you from behind, teeth gritted due to your heat wrapped around him. he had your wrists in your hand, keeping your arms restrained as the other braced itself on your hips.

“how’s that feel, mama?”

“so fucking good, rafe. so, so good,” you whined, the stimulation on your clit combined with rafe’s thick cock inside of you, stretching you out had your brain malfunctioning. pleasure overtook your senses, as did rafe with his scorching actions.

rafe’s hips collided with yours, the loud smacking noises echoing around the room and filling your ears. you were so aroused, your slick was dripping from your entrance, coating rafe’s entire cock and thighs. “you’re so wet for me, princess. you’re soaking me.”

you arched your spine more, wanting to take him as deep as you could. it worked, the new angle allowing rafe to push into you further.

“harder, baby, fuck me harder,” you begged. “wanna be your good girl and cum for you.”

rafe obeyed your pleading commands, letting your wrists go and gripping both of your hips harshly. he grunted with each hard thrust, and they sent flutters straight to your core. his groans had always been music to your ears, and this time was no different.

“shit. you’re squeezing my dick so fucking tight. you gonna cum for me already, princess?” rafe teased, a smug grin plastering itself on his lips.

“fuck, i can’t help it. feels so good,” you cried.

“oh, don’t worry, baby. i love being the only one who can make you cum this quick,” rafe replied. “go ahead and cum for me. make me proud.”

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idyllcy · 5 months

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All you had to do was stay with Damian Wayne 🙏

this is what you wanted - damian wayne x reader

"It was my fault." Damian acknowledges. "However—"

You raise a brow. "Mr. Wayne, did you call me for a business meeting just to discuss this?"

"No." He lies.

You stare at him, blinking. "Liar."

"Okay, it was not the main purpose of this meeting, just one of the—"

You sigh. "What's the business-related purpose?"

Damian pauses. "...nothing."

"There you go." You sigh. "You broke up with me, so don't ruin your reputation and come crawling back to me. Mr. Wayne—"

"Damian." He whispers, eyes hurt. "Please. Damian, like you used to call me."

"You aren't Damian to me anymore." You mumble. "Mr. Wayne, I don't care how you take care of it, but I am no longer yours. You were the one who told me I was not suited to date you after so long."

Damian shrinks, hurt on his face despite his training to mask his emotions, and you pause.

"...Damian." Your voice is gentle. "You broke up with me, so hold your head up high and continue to pretend that it didn't hurt you, alright? You have to."

"I don't want to." Damian mumbles.

He looks pitiful, but you don't point it out.

"I can't stop you from reaping the consequences of your own actions." You mumble. "You have a meeting in ten, so fix yourself up before then. I'll see you at the meeting, Mr. Wayne."

Damian feels himself shatter just slightly.

He's Mr. Wayne to you now.

1989 event

#damian wayne imagine #damian al ghul x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul imagine #☾.events #☾.blurbs

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solarisfortuneia · 8 months

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here's a silly something that was going to be a thing of its own but i thought it was much better as a blurb <3

“kaeya,” you call, running your fingers over a midnight blue t-shirt with a cat and the word ‘meowlicious’ embroidered on it in silver. “come take a look at this!”

hearing no response, you turn, only to find kaeya’s hoodie-clad figure next to the hat section, where a wide variety of them sit on display. the trolley sits to the side, abandoned in favor of a ridiculously colored hat that now sits on his head.

“what?” he asks, a twinkle in his eye. “you don’t think i look handsome like this?” he poses like a model on the runway. with his midnight-colored hoodie, white sneakers, silver earrings, eyepatch and rainbow beach hat, he makes for a comedic sight.

the price tag dangles over his eyes, the cherry atop this absurd cake. a smile spreads across your face and laughter bubbles up in your chest.

“you look very handsome,” you tease. “i’d definitely pay—” you reach for the tag and flip it over. “five ninety nine for you.”

“is that all i’m worth?” one hand flies to the center of his chest in feigned astonishment. he catches your wrist with the other when you begin to move away. “i was under the impression that i’m worth far more than a meagre five ninety nine.”

“oh, you are.” you flick his forehead playfully. “but the standard rule of department stores is that i pay what’s on the tag.” you stick your tongue out at him, intertwining your fingers with his.

“touché. it looks like you’ve struck a bargain. take me home, then, my love.”

“we’ve got to pay for our stuff first, my love.”

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bahrtofane · 5 days

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prompt 9 trope 3 w clingy trent please

- "Stay, please?" - Fake Relationship

Word count - 1.1k+

Watch it - reader loses mind bc trent is sweet and nice what's new

Trent but youre whole relationship is based on a lie you can't fall back on now.

Lets paint the picture, yeah?

Mutual friend's wedding, dear old Sammy is getting married. The both of you have been invited. You haven seen Trent in a minute so you both figure you might as well go together. Cut down on carbon emissions and what not. Besides you didn't want to deal with driving in your heels and Trent wanted the company. Sweet and simple.

He picks you up right on time (he looks lovely in a suit), the ride there is filled with catching up and teasing words before you slip into a comfortable silence. He holds the door for you when you get there, and walk in looking more like a couple than the damn married couple. You do your rounds, greeting your friends when you get there before heading off to your assigned seats next to each other. You enjoy the light snacks before heading off to mingle, saying your congrats to the bride and groom.

Your friend's grandmother comes over smiling at both of you, calling you such a cute couple. She says the next wedding better be yours. She looks so happy, hands over her heart and reminiscing about her late husband and how much you and Trent remind her of her youth.

And what are you supposed to do to crush a little old woman's dream? No.

Instead Trent wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you close and telling her she'd be the first to get invited.

Little did you know that everyone and their mother was watching the no more than minute long interaction go down and here you are. You can't tell your friend you lied to her grandma on her wedding day what a horrid person you are.

Instead you and Trent agree to go along with it, fake it for a bit and then announce a mutual break up.

Easy peasy right? Wrong !! If only you didn't have heart eyes with him to begin with. What a cruel fate you've been served.

Each and every time he smiles and pecks your cheek in front of friends you want to scream and tell him to just date for real already. But no you can't, you won't, dont. Whatever.

You have to live off of the quick kisses that never meet your lips and the touches that he never truly means. He's an absolute menace when it comes to physical touch. Unable to keep his hands off of you. Even when you're out of sight. He still clings to you. Hands in the back of your jeans, in the buckles and loops of your pants pulling you closer. Whenever he finds himself at your home he's always so reluctant to leave. Staying over probably many more times than needed. And it only makes your head spin.

You're doomed. Completely and utterly doomed.

Today you're sitting at a dinner with the same group of friends at the back of a fancy restaurant while you fight your floor-length gown from riding up in your seat. Trent sits next to you. Of course he does.

You got here together yet again. It's to make things easier to say in the back of your mind. Yeah. Not because you've gotten used to him driving you about.

The conversations around you eventually dull to nothing more but lingering comments as plates of food finish and checks come around.

Not a bad night you suppose.

Sammy pipes up as everyone is gathering their things, “so when's the wedding?” eyebrows wiggling.

You wave her off, “oh I don't know we haven't really talked about that yet.”

Trent gives a nod, tucking his dress shirt neatly into the waistband of his pants,”I've been too busy with everything.”

People give sympathetic nods and you quickly shove your purse back into your bag. You say goodbye to everyone and slip an arm into Trents as you walk back to the garage. He's still a gentleman even out of sight. Holding your dress up for you as you make your way up curbs.

“Can't believe they're asking for a wedding.” you huff.

Trent shrugs, “could be worse.” pulling you closer against him.

You sigh,"I suppose so.”

“You look pretty.” he smiles, leading the way back to his car

“Thank you,” you turn your head away from him. Afraid he’ll catch on to just how much his words fluster you.

You reach his car soon enough, arm slipping from his grasp as he leans to open the door. You slip inside without much of a fuss. Neither of you speak for a moment when you're both buckled up.

He sighs, putting his car into drive and heading out of the garage. Almost fighting with the ticket (it refuses to scan) and zooming out before he pops a blood vessel.

He hands you his phone and you put in your address while watching the city streets bleed by into the night. It feels good out, so you lower your window all the way down, sticking a hand out.

He smiles, mimicking you and humming softly under his breath.

“Oh shit.” you exclaim.

“What?”

“I think I left my jacket at your place. I can stop by tomorrow to get it ?”

“Nah, we’ll just stop by. Add it as a stop.”

“You sure ?” you bite your lip. Afraid of overstepping.

“I'm sure,” he nods.

You do so. And before you know it both of you step out onto his driveway and duck inside. You forget just how expansive the place is. Jeez.

You find the jacket tossed on his couch and you tuck it into your arm.

“I'll see you then?” you try, voice soft. Will there be a next time

"Stay, please," Trent's voice interrupts the heavy silence, his eyes pleading with you as if begging for a moment's respite from the chaos swirling around you.

You turn to him, feeling the weight of his words pressing against your chest. "I can't," you murmur, voice thick. "Not like this."

His expression falls, picking at his nails as you try not to feel like a bitch.

“Then, stay but not like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like-fuck,” he scratches the back of his neck, “i dont wanna just keep pretending anymore.”

You blink. “Trent I'm not following.”

“You're so dense I want to date you and you date me for realI.” he raises his hands in exasperation.

You blink again, hard. Unable to process anything.

“Please say something-'' you shut him up with a swift kiss. Pawing against his dress shirt and pressing him against you.

“Is that a good answer?” you look away, toying with the buttons around his collar.

“Yup!” he chirps, “perfect so perfect so amazing.” melting into your touch and chasing for your lips.

Maybe that wedding will happen after all.

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