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whiskeyghoul · 1 month

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She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid x Goth!Reader] Pt2.

Read part 1 here

Read part 3 here

A/N: OMG I can’t believe how much people enjoyed part 1? Seriously, as I am finishing this part up it has reached over 500 notes, I am shocked and so very thankful for the love. I didn’t expect it. A silly little fic not proof read, totally self indulgent, really this is so wonderful and I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read it and reblog, like or comment on it. I hope part 2 doesn’t disappoint. Part 3 is going to be here soon too, which will be the unofficial date.

WC: 1,9K ~

Tags: Fluff, just fluff, Spencer is a flustered mess, Alt!Reader, Goth!Reader, 2 idiots flirting, Reader and Penelope are besties, use of Y/N, Penelope has been playing matchmaker, alluding to a date, crushes.

Warnings: None.

Your pov.

It was a late Sunday afternoon. You were sitting on Penelope Garcia’s couch, cup of hot tea in hand. Legs curled up on the couch with a colorful blanket over your lap. It clashed just ever so slightly with your dark outfit. The two of you are in complete contrast to each other. Penelope was a ball of color in a bright purple dress with a lemon pattern, large yellow earrings and a blue bolero sweater. Compared to your all black ensemble she was a ray of sunshine. An array of snacks spread out over the coffee table. The aforementioned peppy blonde was sitting next to you on the couch. Deeply engrossed with the romance show playing on the TV. You watched it together every Sunday, when a new episode would come out. Today your mind was somewhere else completely.

“He hasn’t called yet.” You spoke up. Penelope eyed you curiously, “Who?” She asked, her focus gone from the show. Her eyes peered at you with interest from behind the cat eye glasses she had picked out that day. “Doctor Reid.” You turned your head back to the TV casually, trying to not seem bothered. You could hear Penelope hold back a small squeal. It sounded more like a gasp that way. “Oh my god! Are you interested in him? What did he do to impress you? I have been trying to set you up for ages! You have shot down any person I have discussed with you. Always something wrong.” She started rambling, hearing the clink of her glass being put on the coffee table. Her hands grabbed yours, making you look back at her and rolling your eyes. “Firstly: I am not ‘interested’ in him. Secondly: I just thought he would have called by now. Or stopped by at least.” You shrugged noncommittally. You were just a little interested. Thinking back to that meeting.

When Spencer had stepped into the lab earlier that week, courtesy of Penelope, you had found his awkward demeanor endearing. He was hot, that was for sure, and tall, you remembered having to look up at him, Those dark brown eyes pinning you in place. Especially when you had stood so close together. You had wanted to tease him after watching him stumble over his sentences. See him even more flustered. It made you somewhat excited. When you had given him your number you could feel his pulse racing under his skin. He had shown many signs of being interested yet he hadn’t even texted you. It made you rethink the interaction.

“Well, he couldn’t have stopped by. They got called on a case in Utah so he’s not really in the area right now.” Penelope clarified. Those words put your mind at ease more than you expected them to. “Oh, I guess he can’t really get to the lab then.” You shrugged. Just a little disappointed but feeling relieved that apparently he hadn’t meant to not visit you. Or maybe he had done so on purpose if he would be close. Your earlier relief was replaced by a mild panic again. Trying to convince yourself you weren’t interested in Dr. Reid. Although, he could have texted.

You could practically feel Penelope smirk as you turned your attention back on the TV. Unable to focus but pretending to. “Spence is not one for texting. He probably has been getting to the hotel at ungodly hours and hasn’t had time to call.” it was like she could read your mind. “Don’t do that.” You said with a shudder. “Do what?” Penelope questioned innocently. “Read my mind like that. It’s weird.” You answered, making her laugh. “Just goes to show how well I know you.” She answered with a smile. It was true. She knew you too well you would even argue. The fact both of you were women in a male dominated field, both dressed eccentricly, and both with a passion for cheesy movies and tv shows. It was only a matter of time until you were best friends after your first run in.

“Why did you call?” You asked, trying to continue on without dawdling. “Oh eh, the report, I ehm…” He was quiet for a moment. It crossed your mind that maybe he didn’t need to speak with you, but he wanted to. “Yes?” You urged after a silence had fallen on the other side of the phone line. There was an intake of breath from Spencer, a moment that signaled he might be trying to raise some courage. “I didn’t want to talk about the report.” He finally spoke. It made you smile, your cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Oh, well then what did you want to talk about?” You added a bit of playfulness in your tone. You pictured him, holding the phone to his ears that were tipped red. His face was probably just as flushed as it had been in the lab.

Your phone, which was placed on the table, lit up at that moment. The ringtone played at a high volume, making the cure blast through the room. Your eyes quickly flickered to the screen. Caller ID unknown. You picked up the phone, hesitant of the unknown caller, deciding to hang up instead. You had been plagued by telemarketers for the past month and really didn’t want to deal with that right now. If it was important they would call again. And they did, you still had your phone in your hands when it went off again. “Just pick it up! I will keep watch over our show, fill you in later.” Penelope said, motioning her hands for you to get up. You got off the couch, soft blanket falling to the ground as you picked up the phone. Softly padding away to the kitchen to be out of earshot of Penelope. “Y/n speaking.” you answered, waiting to hear from the other end of the line.

“Hey… ehm… is this not the right time? Are you busy?” The voice on the other end of the line made you straighten up slightly in surprise. “Doctor Reid.” You breathe out his name quietly, adding a “Now is a perfectly good time.” to your sentence. Wondering how hearing his voice through the slightly tin-like phone speaker made you feel a little flutter in your stomach. “Good… I didn’t want to bother you. You can just call me Spencer by the way. Doctor sounds too formal. I just introduce myself like that. It’s a habit. I don’t call you Doctor L/n either. So call me Spencer.” He started rambling. A smile spread across your lips, this rambly version was different from how speechless he had been in the lab. You held back a giggle. Apparently you had rendered him speechless in the lab. “Alright, Spencer.” You answered, the humor in your voice apparent. His breath hitched a little on the other side of the line.

“You didn’t make a bad impression. I gave you my number for a reason.” You told him with a smile, a little giddy as the words ‘he called me pretty’ kept bouncing around your head. “And I am sorry I called without any real reason to… I know it was for talking about the report. Though Morgan tried to convince me it wasn’t.” Spencer answered. You rolled your eyes at that. Ofcourse, this hyper intelligent man would mix up what you were trying to do. “I gave you my number because I wanted you to call me. Not about the report. I just wanted you to call me. About anything.” There was apparently a need to clear up that confusion. It was silent for another moment. “Oh.” It was like realization dawned on him. “So I should have called sooner, right?” His question made you laugh softly, trying not to clue in Penelope on your call. “Yes, you should have. Or could have at least. I was waiting.” You answered back, smiling at the ground. You fidgeted with one of the large rings on your free hand, twisting the cool metal round with your thumb.

“I ehm- I haven’t been able to focus, on the case that is. Because I keep thinking about the lab. How I probably came off as a mess, I just didn’t know what to say because you looked so… Not that you look bad because you don’t, you looked really nice. Emily says my IQ gets slashed down to 68 when I am around pretty girls. I wanted to make a good impression. I couldn’t find the words though. I usually don’t make great first impressions, because I tend to ramble. Just- I really really hope I didn’t make a bad first impression.” His sentences flowed into each other like word vomit. Nervous, quick, and hardly understandable. Luckily, you were trained in the art of understanding nervous rambles when Penelope would spiral into one from time to time. However he had called you pretty. “Spencer.” You said his name almost like a question. There was a beat of silence. “Yes?” He asked softly, he sounded so nervous.

“I’m sorry I didn’t.” You could almost hear the smile in his voice. The slight uptick in his pitch. You imagined he was still fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater, or was perhaps looking at his shoes with a grin. “You can make it up to me by buying me a coffee when you get back.” The suggestion came naturally, you didn’t even have to think about it. The words left your lips before you could, really. “What do you like?” Spencer asked without hesitation. “Cinnamon latte.” You answered it softly, a little surprised he agreed so readily. A giddy feeling in your stomach. “Alright, cinnamon latte, I’ll remember.” Spencer sounded a little breathy, like he too was feeling giddy at the prospects of having coffee together. Like the idea of taking time to get to know each other at work over a warm beverage was the perfect first date. “What do you like?” You asked in turn, wanting to know what he would usually get. Knowing more about him would feel so domestic and sweet. “Black coffee, usually with tons of sugar.” He had a hint of embarrassment in your voice. A little muffled like he had covered his mouth to hold in the confession of drinking it so sweet. You smiled at his answer. Of course he had a sweet tooth. “Tons of sugar, I’ll remember.” You mirrored his words.

“Oh! My! God!” You heard Penelope gasp from the living room. Knocking you out of your little phone call bubble with Spencer. “I think I have to go. You better call me tomorrow.” You said it lightheartedly. Just wanting to hear from him again soon. “I will. I’ll call you.” Spencer answered. “Bye Spencer.” “Bye Y/n.” You hung up with a smile, already turning and walking back into the living room. Penelope turned around on the couch to look at you, “They shot Richard!” She looked absolutely shocked as she gave you the news of your favorite character being hurt. You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face though. “Spencer called.” You saw her face form from a shocked to surprise expression, “Oh! My! God!” She sounded a lot happier that time, and you knew you wouldn't hear the end of it.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #Goth reader #self indulgent fic #fanfic writer #tumblr writer #she blinded me with science #part 2 #whiskeyghoul

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thatanimeramenchick · 2 months

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Yandere Vox x Secretary Reader Pt. 2

Eh, what have you guys done to me. I swear, we Vox fangirls are the thirstiest on the internet right now. Also, officially, I’m making this a three part series, but that’s it. So much for a oneshot. I'll make a title for this series, eventually. Also, if you want to be tagged, please put your age in your bio.

Part One - Part Three

Triggers: Dubcon-y vibes in scenes. Violence and threatening. Read responsibly, stuff is gonna get a little dark this chapter.

Word count: 3,142

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Vox thought you looked perfect. For once, you were wearing something decent that he bought you instead of one of the plain outfits from before you had moved in. Somehow, you had been convinced to put on actual jewelry and makeup as well. The only flaw you held was the dirty look on your face, which you refused to face towards him directly, and it only got dirtier as you downed more and more wine.

“You know, you could at least attempt to have a good time after all the effort I put into this evening,” he said, “You haven’t even touched your food.”

“Not hungry,” you said, voice ice cold. It always was nowadays.

“If you’re not in the mood for dinner, we could watch a new production I oversaw,” he said, “I think you’d enjoy it.”

You snort at that.

“I’d rather listen to Alastor’s radio program than watch any of the hot trash your production company creates,” you said.

“I’m sorry? What was that?” he said, putting a warning hint into his tone.

“You heard me,” you said, “I’ve gotta say for someone supposedly so modern, you’re still just an old man. Alastor is what? Like twenty years older than you? And you think he’s elderly? You’re practically a decrepit bygone as well. You think anyone gives a shit about cable nowadays? At least Alastor has the decency to make stuff with class and not just forgettable, cheap cash grabs.”

Against his will, he felt a circuit spurt. His hand clenched around the glass and slammed it onto the table, causing you to jump. A small noise left your mouth, as panicked as the look in your eyes was now. You looked like you knew that you had pushed a little more than you probably should have.

“You know what?” he hissed, “You think you can just talk to me like that? Fine. You wanna play rough with me? Well guess what, I’m going to fuck that bad attitude right out of you!”

“Excuse me???”

You didn’t even look scared at that just shocked and baffled, as if that had been the last thing you had expected to hear.

“You heard me!” he grabbed you by your shoulders and shoved you flat onto the couch, “I’m sick of you fighting me. Well, you’re not going to after this.”

“W-wait, Vox, stop-”

He smashed his lips to yours, purposefully being harsh, biting you when you tried to keep your mouth closed. When you attempted to turn your face away, he grabbed your chin rough enough where he knew it would leave a mark before kissing you harder. You pounded your fist against his chest, but he ignored it, straddling you. He eventually used his other hand to grab your wrist and push it into the couch.

He didn’t know when it happened, but at some point in your struggle something shifted in the air. Changed. You had finally stopped fighting, slowly wrapping your arm around his neck, kissing him back. It was heavenly, you finally submitting to him. Yes, yes, yes… He paused to look you in the eyes, to see your timid gaze and red face. There was still a look of anger glazed across your features, but it was fading. He brought his hand up to play at the buttons on your blouse. You looked at each other for a second longer before you initiated a kiss for once, using the arm around his neck to pull him close. Your tongue felt so hot, so right, as if your body was as electric as his own and-

Vox gasped, a spark running through his head. He woke up alone in bed, a literal hot mess. He felt like his head was overheating, running a million miles a minute, despite the fact that he should feel cold from sleep. Mixing this with the slick sweat and fluid he was covered in, it was an uncomfortable feeling. Groping for the robe hanging next to his bed, he climbed out. What a dream. He needed a second to wire down from that before trying to go back to sleep.

He picked up his phone and opened it to check on you. The camera in your room showed you curled up on your mattress, blanket half off your body and arms wrapped around one of your pillows. It pressed into your dozing face, which held a peaceful, relaxed look that he rarely saw now that you had decided to go to war with him. His finger absently stroked your image on the screen.

Why did you have to be so difficult? He didn’t know what had been the powder keg that had kicked off your little rebellion, but whatever it was, all his attempts to nip it in the bud had made you more temperamental. Clearly his irritation with your behavior had seeped into his mind enough to create some… darker fantasies deep in his sleeping subconscious.

He shook his head. It was just a dream. It didn’t mean anything.

Besides, he already had been thinking about what to do next, to give you that little push you needed to be more agreeable.

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Later that day he scoffed at how ridiculous his own morbid imagination was. The idea of you dressed all pimped up like one of Valentino’s whores. You barely got out of bed nowadays. If he was being honest, your imprisonment had caused your mood to swing between defiant temper tantrums and a hopelessly depressed sloth. Today, you were in the latter mood, still in pajamas that he swore you were wearing two days ago, lying on the couch and mindlessly eating as you watched some random reality show.

“Hello there, beautiful,” he said, trying to sound pleasant, “Looks like you’ve had a relaxing day.”

You glance at him for a second before looking back at the television. The blanket is pulled tighter around you, as if you were trying to hide any inch of yourself from him. Ever since his last attempt at showing his affection had ended in you headbutting him – hard – you had been particularly prickly at even the slightest hint that he might want to touch you.

“What do you want, asshole?” you said, voice lacking emotion.

Charming as always.

“Well, dearest, I was thinking. Now that you’ve had some time to think things over, I was hoping we could finally come to an agreement that would make us both happy,” he said.

“I highly doubt that’s possible,” you said.

He sat beside you, which caused you to curl your legs in tighter. You inch up on the arm a little, as if to sit as far away from him as possible without having to actually put any effort into getting up.

“We both have something that the other person wants, something that could be easily settled with a written contract,” Vox said, “You would like to be allowed to roam around this cesspool of a city and I-”

“Let me guess, it includes a whole paragraph about me never leaving your sight as well as a clause about how often you get to stick yourself in my various orifices?” you grumbled.

“You’re so melodramatic sometimes,” he said, “You always assuming the worst about people, F/N. Makes me wonder if you were double crossed a lot in your previous life.”

You don’t even respond to this, just continue to stare ahead. He’d noticed that lately you’ve been avoiding his gaze. He wasn’t sure how much you had figured out about his abilities, but you seemed to have pieced enough together that the more you avoided his eyes, the less direct influence he had on you at the moment. He was sure that it was one of the many reasons you were so moody lately; you stubbornly refused to be soothed by him. Regardless, whether you were trying to avoid his hypnotic gaze or not, it’s no matter. It’s not like you’re going to be able to avoid the overall influence he has over this city, especially if you spend your free time watching television he’s created.

“It’s rather tame, considering the situation you’re in. Contract or not, it’s not like you’re going to be going anywhere anytime soon,” he continued, “You’re lucky I care for you as much as I do, trying to work with you like this.”

“Hooray for me,” you said.

You really were a brat sometimes. Vox at times wondered if it was because he was too soft on you, and you didn’t realize the amount of actual power he held over you. Either that or you just didn’t care anymore. Whatever. It was all big talk because at the end of the day, you both knew you couldn’t do anything about your situation.

“You already have lots of benefits, which you would retain. Nice apartment, clothes, up to date tech. Besides that, you can come and go regularly, as long as you’re back here within twenty-four from when you last left. You can do whatever you want during that time. You also would be working for me a minimum of forty hours a week, with the occasional granted vacation at my discretion. That’s pretty much it, along with you occasionally being cooperative with my… desires,” he said, “So you’d have plenty of time to yourself. I didn’t put in anything that would force you to do anything too unsavory with me.”

Though he certainly would have liked to be more pushy in that department, he knew going too far could result in the kind of hate fueled relationship Valentino and Angel Dust shared. He honestly didn’t have the energy to have that much drama in his own life. Good night, he could hardly handle the drama that was in his life now. Besides, he was sure you’d come around willingly, even if it took a few centuries.

You glared at him as he finished speaking, as if to say, how generous of you.

From inside his vest, he pulls out the contract and holds it out to you.

“So, we have a deal?” he asked.

You sit up and take the paper, still avoiding his eyes. You seem to be reading it over, though your hold on it is lazy.

“… This still says you can fuck me at least once a week if you want to, or else I’m not allowed to leave the building,” you said, “Did you really think I wasn’t going to notice shit like that?”

He laughed a bit awkwardly.

“I mean, I did say I would like you to be at least a little cooperative,” he said, crossing his legs, “We could wait a little while if you’d like. I mean, you’d still have more freedom than you do now, even with that minuscule restriction. You should know by now that I’m a patient man.”

You stare at it again, forehead wrinkled.

“You know what… I see where you’re coming from,” you said, finally making eye contact, “Tic for tac, eh?”

“That’s a crude way for you to put it,” he said.

You shrug.

“Crude or not, it’s the truth,” you said, a sardonic smirk appearing on your face, “You want me to give a little to get a little.”

Before he could say anything you hold up your hands with more energy than he’s seen you have in days.

“No, no, no! I understand. I’ve been in hell long enough to know how people like you work. I get where you’re coming from, I really do. I’m not stupid! So trust me, I’m being completely serious when I say that I think you should take this lovely contract of yours and shove it up your glowing blue ass!” you ripped it in half on the last word, your smile still present but a nasty look in your eyes.

Vox felt his eye twitch as you continued to smirk at him, tossing the paper at him like you would throw trash across the room. You then lie back down and turn back to the TV, ignoring him again as if the last few minutes hadn’t even happened at all. Though you were attempting to pull your face back into the blank expression of earlier, he could see in your eyes a mixture of emotion, rage, yes, but also a certain smugness. What, did you really think you were tough shit for mouthing off to him like that?

He felt like his head was going to explode. Before he even registered how he was reacting, he had grabbed you by the hair and was pulled you back over.

“Ow! What the hell are you doing, Vox?” you yelled, the smug look gone from your eyes, “You’re hurting me!”

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you? I’m trying to be generous to you because I actually like you, but you know what? I’ve clearly spoiled you rotten already!” he fumed.

He was practically seeing red as he dragged you over, causing you to yelp. You try to kick him, but he only grabs onto your ankle and pulls you closer to him, spinning you around so that you were pressed against the back of the couch, his arms on either side of you. His fingers are still gripping your hair, forcing you to turn your head towards him.

“You know, you’re right, who needs a contract?” he said, “I can do whatever the hell I want with you, and what are you going to do about it?”

Your voice cracked as you attempted to speak, but he didn’t pay any attention to what you were trying to say. He could feel his systems overloading with the amount of rage he was feeling, shouting over you.

“I hope you like the view from up here, because you’re staying here for the rest of your miserable eternal exist. You can work and live here 24/7,” he said, “Anything else we should change in the arrangement? You didn’t like the idea of fucking me once a week? Fine by me. Why not once a day? Twice a day? Every hour? Would you like that better? Huh? Answer me!”

As he finished speaking, he finally heard what you were saying, “-m sorry! I’m sorry, please, stop!

As he heard your pleading, he felt himself being brought back down to earth. While his rage was still present, your begging brought him back to reality, and it was finally registering how upset you were. Hysterical. Terrified. You were sobbing, more afraid of him than he had ever seen you, even on the worst days of your fighting.

“D-d-don’t hurt me. I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry! Please, don’t hurt me!”

He released your hair with a rapid exhale, and you automatically moved your head away from him, arms shielding your face. Shaking, it was sinking in just emotionally distraught you were, as well as the damage he had done to the couch. He hadn’t even noticed he had been digging his claws into the polyester, a row of gnashes beside your head. The situation was completely getting out of control. He pushed himself off of you and turned away. He didn’t even say anything, just left the room and went through the wires to his office. His head was overheating, and he was going to crash at this rate if he didn’t calm down.

Damn it! He hated how out of control you made him feel. It was pathetic. There was only one other person he could think of that made him get near as frustrated as he was feeling with you at the moment. He wasn’t the kind to act out, and here he was acting almost as ridiculous as his business partner did. The only saving grace was that Vox at least tried to keep his infatuation as quiet and private as possible.

It was more than his emotional irregularity though. The fact that he felt this way at all about you was humiliating. Affection, fondness, it was a weakness, and he knew it. Valentino got away with just having simple lust and taking what he wanted, but genuine affection demanded gentleness and tenderness. It was beyond him just not being able to do as he pleased with you, he didn’t want to. He wanted you to come to him willingly. It was the thing holding him back from just hypnotizing you into his arms or using a “love” potion, and now he had probably set any progress towards your affection back significantly.

He rubbed his forehead, which was starting to cool down a little. What was going on up there? He was going to end up doing something rash, something he regretted, if he didn’t get things under control and under control fast. Something needed to be done, but he didn’t know what. Nothing had gone how he had wanted it to. He would need to rethink his approach.

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You spent a long time shaking on the couch, arms and blanket wrapped around you, crying. You were an idiot. Clearly your brain was turning to mush just sitting around the house all day. Did you actually think you’d be able to get away with speaking like that to an Overlord of Hell?

There had to be a way out of this place. Had to. But the more you thought about it, the more impossible it felt. Even if you did manage to get out of the building in one piece, Vox had this entire city under constant watch. Every corner of Pentagram City was crawling with his tech and media. It would take minutes if not seconds for him to find you and bring you back by force. At this point, maybe you should just sign a contract with the douchebag. Surely, he’d get bored of you eventually, right? Maybe if you got lucky he’d even get killed off one of these days in an extermination, and you’d be off the hook completely.

But how long would that take? Decades? A century or two? What if he never tired of you? Eternal death or not, you didn’t want to spend that much time living and sleeping with some psycho you hated. No. That wasn’t an option. You weren’t going to do that. But what then? You had thought he was going to literally rip your head off just a few minutes ago for telling him no. You were pretty sure things weren’t going to get less volatile around here if you kept rejecting him.

You wiped at your tear soaked face with a tissue and tossed it across the room. It’s light material just sent it floating to the ground though. It looked as pathetic as you felt.

“Damn it,” you cursed, smashing your head into a throw pillow and lying back down, “I hate this fucking place.”

#yandere x reader #vox #vox x reader #yandere vox #yandere hazbin hotel #Eh I can't believe I wrote this and actually published it for people to read.

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beanghostprincess · 2 months

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I'm gonna shamelessly drop some silly headcanons for the Cross Guild and also Shuggy:

• Shanks absolutely told Mihawk to his face "hey I think you and my boyfriend should hook up"

".... Excuse me?"

"I said you and Blue should hook up! :)"

".................. what percentage is that rum-?"

"I'm not drunk! I just think you'd like him!"

"Shanks. Redhair. I begrudgingly think of you as an acquaintance with whom I am not averse to spending time with, but if you ever insinuate I would "hook up" with a clown of all things, I will sever your other arm and beat you to death with it."

".... hot."

"You need professional help."

• cut to several years later, Mihawk is looking at Buggy, laid out on the ground on his tummy and playing with a baby humandrill. Oh, he thinks, watching Buggy coo and smile, quiet for once, sweet and unfiltered, oh no

• falling in love, for Mihawk, was a gradual decline, slow and steady until he suddenly got kicked off a cliff roadrunner style. He was warming up to the clown, was beginning to see what perhaps Shanks saw in him, was growing begrudgingly fond. Then one day, he happened across Buggy curled over onto a desk late at night, his cartoonishly large red outfit loose around him, drowning his limbs. With a touch of something approaching compassion, he designs to move the other to the couch at the very least, but then he sees Buggy is kneading the spare fabric in his sleep, not unlike a cat. When Mihawk scoops him up, the swordsman almost drops him because humans do not purr, and yet... shit. Shit. The Clown is cute. Who authorized this? Seas damn it all, he owes the Red bastard 250 Berri

• Crocodile resisted love with all the aplomb of a feral koala on crack. He outright REFUSED to fall for a clown, let alone THIS clown in particular. Then Buggy goes and does something absolutely mundane but cripplingly sweet like making his coffee PERFECTLY and then asking about the newest batch of strawberrywanis that just hatched. Croc gets affection aggression and is fuming over how much he wants to kiss this dumbass.

Buggy goes and makes it worse by making a soft comment about having been looking into their care himself out of interest and brings up maybe looking into expanding, what with the 'Wani yield, something Croc has been debating for future endeavors because while the current set up is okay and will remain alright, it won't always be. He is frothing. He is feral. He wants to kiss the clown. Shit. SHIT. How dare he?!

• Buggy is simply Oblivious. He has Shanks (and wowza if that hadn't been nice, seeing his boyenemy again after a highly traumatic experience like prison-and-then-war), and he knows he has a bit of a crush on his new business partners, but there's no way they'll like HIM back. It's simply not a Thing. He'll make do with self indulgent fantasies for now.

• Shanks is across the new world, sipping rum out of a sippy cup and grinning at the denden bc He Knows. He knows damn well that nobody is immune to his baby's charm. Nobody Is Immune To Buggy.

• Luffy wakes from a nap in a cold sweat like "my sand dad is about to kiss my clown mom. Zoro. Zoro wake up your dad is about to fuck my mom. Zoro-"

My favorite thing about Cross Guild falling in love is the inevitable way in which both Crocodile and Mihawk swear on their life they will NOT IN A MILLION YEARS fall for somebody as pathetic and ridiculous as the clown. And yet. And yet, they fall and it is painful to go through and they hate every second of it. But it goes from "I wanna kill him" to "He's okay" to "I guess he is cute" to "I would kill for him" in, like, months. Which for them feels like seconds. And they want to die.

And Buggy is completely oblivious, of course, he thinks they hate him. They are just two neurodivergent men who do not know how to communicate their feelings because they have been on their own for too long. So they are just. They're idiots.

Also, Luffy and Zoro reacting to Bughawk has to be the funniest things in the world-

#cross guild falling slowly for each other is just perfect imo #and they hate every second and i enjoy it so so much #one piece #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #cross guild #red haired shanks #shuggy #bughawk #crocbug

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Maintenance Request: Chapter 15

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 3.6k

chapter summary: you and Joel go on a second date 👀 a/n: thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕 chapter tags/warnings: flirting, banter, fluff, cursing, pet names (honey, baby, gorgeous, darlin’, sweetheart, cowboy), fondling, kissing, cuddling, comfort, food mention, drink mention, cursing, mention of reader's shitty ex (controlling behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating) (shitty ex does not appear in this fic)

Chapter 15

Saturday, October 26 Ninth week of the semester

Joel (10:03 PM): Hey honey, you awake?

you (10:04 PM): sure am. even though someone tired me out last night 👀

Joel (10:06 PM): Think that was a joint effort, gorgeous. (10:06 PM): You up for a call?

** outgoing FaceTime call to Joel **

“Evenin’, honey,” Joel looked tired and warm and like something you wanted to sink into and never come back out of. Like what you wanted in bed with you, right next to you.

“Hey there,” you smiled. “How was the movie?”

He shrugged. “Not bad. Funny. One of those movies for teens that she loves and I find incomprehensible.” You laughed. You probably understood more of those than he did, given Ellie and your students, but you knew what he meant.

“Got plans tomorrow, honey?”

“You mean other than my hot date with some cowboy?”

He laughed. “Some cowboy, huh? Yeah, other than that.”

“Brunch with Ellie and Beth, since we didn’t go today.” You watched as he sat on his bed and leaned back into his familiar pillows. “You look comfortable over there.”

He shook his head. “Not nearly as comfortable as I’d be if you were here, baby.” You smiled and looked up at your ceiling.

“You’re such a flirt.”

“And you love it.” You looked back at the phone to find him raising his eyebrows at you. When you’d looked away you’d lowered the phone, so he could see your shirt. Which was his.

“You sleeping’ in my shirt, honey?”

You smiled. “Smells like you, Joel.”

His eyes were soft as he looked you over, even through the phone, and you pulled it back a bit to give him a better view of you lying against your pillows on the bed.

The grin that took over his face wasn’t soft anymore.

“Are my eyes deceiving me, honey, or are you wearing my shirt and nothing else?”

You grinned. “Sharp eyes you got there.”

He groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart. What do I do with you?”

You shrugged, grinning. “Anything you want, I guess.” He groaned again and wiped his hand over his face.

“You’re tempting me, honey, but I think we should hold that thought until tomorrow.” You sighed, but nodded. He may have blown your mind the night before, but you were only going on your second date. And you didn’t want this to only be about sex. As amazing as the sex was.

“You’re probably right, Joel. So what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

You talked to Joel for about a half hour, until it was obvious to both of you that you were falling asleep.

“I can see your eyes closing from here, gorgeous. Go to sleep.”

“Joel–”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, honey. Get some rest. You might need it.” You smiled at his wink, and said goodnight.

...

Sunday, October 27 Ninth week of the semester

On Sunday evening, you were ready and waiting on your sofa for Joel to pick you up around 5:45 pm. You were in a comfortable outfit, as you’d agreed, and you’d gotten to choose the place for dinner this time. Joel would have to be home for Sarah later, anyway.

Your phone buzzed, and you checked it, wondering if Joel was running late, but you found a text from Beth.

bestie (5:39 PM): have an amazing date (5:39 PM): tell me everything later

you (5:40 PM) I will

bestie (5:40 PM): don’t be afraid to tell him, babe (5:41 PM): I have a good feeling about this one

you (5:41 PM): me too

bestie (5:42 PM): 🫂

Over brunch, you’d told Beth and Ellie that you were planning to tell Joel about Matt. At least, enough about him to give him an idea of what had happened. You figured if you and Joel were going to be together – and you hoped you would be – you’d have time for details later. They’d agreed it was a good idea, and helped you think about what you wanted to say.

You took a deep breath and sank back into your couch. You can do this.

A moment later, a knock at your door announced Joel’s arrival, and you smiled.

You opened your door to find him leaning against the frame on the other side, already grinning at you. He was dressed in one of his flannel shirts that showed off his shoulders, though you noticed it was still nicer than his typical work shirts. Before you could say anything he stepped forward, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you into a kiss.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he mumbled against your lips. “Missed you.” He teased along your bottom lip with his tongue, and for a moment you both slipped into a deeper kiss, before you gentled it and pulled away.

“Hi yourself, handsome.” You pressed one more gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth and you felt it when he smiled.

“You ready to go?” He stepped back from you and let his hand fall to tangle with yours. You nodded.

After locking your door you let him lead you to his truck. When he offered his hand to guide you into the passenger seat, you kept hold of it and pulled him in to kiss you again. You felt him smile against your lips as he stepped in between your knees. “If you keep this up, honey, we might not make it to dinner.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Can’t help myself.” He hummed and slid his hands up the outside of your thighs, around your hips until he had a firm grip on your ass with each hand. He squeezed once and then pulled you forward suddenly, tugging your hips to meet his.

“Honey, if you wanted to stay in, I wouldn’t be hard to convince.” You could feel the evidence supporting his claim in his jeans and you bit your lip. He watched and then kissed you, softly.

You straightened your shoulders and shook the haze out of your mind. “I do actually want to go on this date with you, Joel.”

He smiled. “Me too, darlin’.” He leaned in for one more quick kiss before stepping back, gesturing for you to turn in the seat so he could close the door.

Soon you were on your way, and Joel’s hand found its home on your thigh once more.

“So where to?” You’d agreed last night that you would choose the restaurant tonight, since Joel had chosen for your first date. You gave him directions to your favorite local taco place. It was in a tiny old-house-turned-restaurant, and you figured he’d love the backyard that functioned as their outdoor eating area. You also knew you’d be able to have some privacy for what you wanted to talk about.

It wasn’t far from your apartment, and soon Joel was pulling into a parking space just around the corner from the restaurant. “I’m guessin’ it’s that colorful place on the corner?”

You nodded. “Yep! Come on, tacos await.” He laughed and followed you down the street.

Inside, the restaurant’s cheerful interior was as warm and welcoming as always. The walls were painted bright colors and all of the furniture was comfortable and well-used. The host recognized you (which was a little embarrassing, but fine) and quickly took you through the small indoor space to the backyard. You heard Joel’s surprised inhale behind you as you stepped outside, and you smiled.

The backyard was fenced off and the lot was bigger than it looked from the street. String lights decorated the fence and criss-crossed the yard overhead, along with other colorful decorations. There were a lot of tables, but the thing that had always made you love this space was how the tables were divided from each other – with plants. It was like sitting in little garden nooks where you’d normally find benches. There were bushes and tall plants everywhere that had been intentionally grown to provide privacy throughout the yard. Paths wound throughout, and the host led you down one of the winding paths to a small table in a back corner, surrounded by the fence on one side and a large hydrangea bush on the other. It was a gorgeous spot.

You turned to see Joel’s reaction as you sat, and you weren’t disappointed. He was looking around with a curious, interested look on his face, taking in the yard. You bit your lip, waiting for his reaction.

As he settled in his chair he reached his hand out to brush his fingers lightly against the hydrangea blossoms, and he smiled. When his eyes met yours, your breath caught in your throat.

“I had no idea this was back here,” he sounded stunned. “Darlin’, this is amazing. D’you know if they grew it like this?”

You grinned. “I hoped you’d like it. Yes, Beth and Ellie and I come here a lot, and we’ve met the owners a few times. There was a huge overgrown mess of a garden when they bought it – it took a lot of work, they said, but they kept as much of what was here as they could. They decided to let it guide their plan for the space, rather than the other way around.”

Joel was smiling, almost wistfully as he looked around the yard again. “They did a great job. I can tell someone really knows what they’re doing.” You nodded. He turned back to you and suddenly reached across the table to take your hands in his, tangling your fingers together and squeezing. “I do like it, honey. I–” he cleared his throat. “I love it. But I also,” he shook his head, and you squeezed his hands. He looked down at where your fingers were tangled together, and then met your eyes again. “It’s been– nevermind.”

“Joel, I–”

“No, baby, thank you. That’s all.” He smiled and squeezed your hands again. “I love it.”

You thought maybe he wanted to say something else, but then he changed the subject to the food. You told him what you liked, and soon your waiter arrived to take your order. After your drinks quickly arrived, you were alone again.

Joel still seemed to be thinking about something, and you weren’t sure what, so you decided to give him time to work it out. You could always ask about it later. Instead, you decided to go for a lighter topic – you weren’t quite ready to bring up the one you’d planned to talk about, not yet.

“So what show are Sarah and Tommy watching?”

Joel groaned, and the two of you discussed the reality TV show that had hooked the other two Millers until your food arrived.

“I just don’t care about the love lives of these people,” Joel said. “I can’t figure out why they find it so compelling.”

You laughed. “I watched a couple of seasons of that one with Beth. It’s entertaining, at least.”

Joel shook his head. “None of their relationships ever feel real, you know? I just get impatient with it. Knowin’ most of them won’t end up together, anyway.” You nodded. That made sense. You could already tell that he went after what he wanted, once he knew he wanted it.

You both took a moment to eat, and Joel told you how much he liked the food, too. “I’m glad you showed me this place, darlin’. Can’t believe I’ve never been here. Sarah’ll love it.”

When your tacos were done, you ordered another round of drinks, and Joel scooted a bit closer to the table so he could reach out to take your right hand in his left again. You were feeling comfortable, and as always, talking to Joel was easy. You took a deep breath and decided to go for it.

“Joel, I wanted to, um, talk to you about something.” You noticed that his brows furrowed immediately in response to that, and you squeezed his hand. “Nothing like that. I wanted to–” You sighed, and took a sip of your drink. “I want to tell you about that past relationship, the one I told you about a little bit the other day. In my office.”

Joel looked surprised – his eyebrows flew up, and he reached to take your other hand, capturing both in the middle of the table. “You don’t have to, honey. I–”

“No, um, I know.” You interrupted, but brushed your thumb over his knuckles in apology. “I want to. Not all of it. I figure we have time, you know? I think we both, well. It feels like we’re both thinking we'll have time.” His face was serious as he nodded in agreement. You nodded once, sharply. “But I want you to know a few things, just about what it was like. I think it’ll make it easier, for us. If I tell you now.”

Joel listened attentively as you explained. His hands were warm and you felt comforted by his touch, by the caress of his thumbs as they moved back and forth. He murmured your name softly. “I’ll listen to whatever you want to tell me. Thank you for trusting me.”

You closed your eyes, thinking about how different just this moment was from anything you’d ever had with Matt. It was a good place to start, maybe.

“Let’s start with that. Matt, that’s his name, he didn’t trust me at all. It’s easy for me to put names on all of the issues now, it’s been five years and a lot of therapy,” you smiled weakly, but Joel was watching you like nothing could tear his attention away from this moment. “I didn’t recognize it at the time. But he was pretty manipulative, emotionally. He withheld things like trust and–” You closed your eyes. “And love. I had to, um. Earn those things, he said.” Joel made a noise, and your eyes flew open. His expression was dark and angry and you blinked, surprised. He seemed to see your reaction and softened his brow.

“Sorry, honey. That – that wasn’t for you. I don’t like the sound of this guy, might look a bit mad as I listen.”

“I feel pretty angry about it sometimes, too. I did, for a while.” You shook your head.

“Um, but anyway. He didn’t… I’m not sure he actually liked me, you know? More that he liked having someone to control. But there wasn’t really any love in that relationship, not after he swept me off my feet at the beginning. He never did things for me, like nice things, and when I did things for him he would only tell me how I didn’t do them right. It was…” you looked away, trying to decide how much detail to give, how much you needed to say right now. You shook your head and looked back to meet his gaze. “I’ve had a lot of time to work through it, I guess. Not that I’d say I’m over it. But like the other day, sometimes I react based on my experiences with him, not based on what’s happening right now, in the moment. He cheated on me, a lot. He used to tell me things like that were my fault, because I wasn’t good enough.” You felt Joel’s grip tighten on your hands and looked down. “I was with him for almost two years. It wasn’t like that the whole time, but you know, it ended up there by the end. I just–”

You looked back up, but the look on Joel’s face made you lose your train of thought. He wasn’t angry anymore. Or he was, a bit, but he was also looking at you like you were breaking his heart. “Joel? Are you–”

“Don’t ask me if I’m ok,” the words rushed out of him and he stopped, taking a deep breath. “I– I am so sorry that happened to you. I don’t, shit,” he trailed off, eyes dancing over your face. “Thank you for telling me about it. I promise, sweetheart, I won’t–”

You cut him off. “I know, Joel, I–”

He whispered your name again and shook his head. “Let me say it, please. I promise I won’t ever treat you like that. If I ever do anything, anything at all that even hints at how he treated you, please tell me. But you should know Sarah would probably kill me herself. If Tess and Frank didn’t get to me first.”

You smiled. “Joel, Beth and Ellie agreed with me that I should tell you a little bit about it today, because we all think you’re a good man. And I want you to know me, you know? This might… well. It might come up again. It probably will. And I wanted to explain, more, after… yeah.” You felt shaky, suddenly, like telling him all of that had taken more out of you than you’d thought. He eyed you and tugged on your hands.

“Can you come over here, just for a minute, honey? Can I hold you?” You nodded quickly and stood, coming around the table to let him pull you into his lap. He slipped his left arm around your waist and his right up your back, cupping your neck and pressing your head down onto his shoulder. The chairs weren’t really meant for this, even if they were sturdy, but you figured a few minutes wouldn’t hurt anyone. Hopefully the waiter didn’t come back.

You felt Joel press a kiss to your hairline, and you sighed into his neck. He put his lips to your ear, and murmured, “I won’t lie, baby, I am so angry that man treated you that way. I don’t…” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I know it’s early, so I’ll just say I care about you. A lot. I’m so sorry, honey. And I want you to know how proud I am, to have your trust.”

You didn’t know how good it would feel to have someone say that to you until Joel said it.

“I know you could tell I was thinking about something when we got here, something I was having trouble telling you.” You nodded into his shoulder and felt his smile where his mouth was pressed against your cheek. “This year for my birthday, Sarah got my watch fixed.” He moved his wrist to show you the watch you’d seen him wear most days you’d known him. “I’d been meaning to do it, never got around to it.” He let out one rueful sounding laugh. “But it’s… You know that feeling, when someone does something for you or gives you a gift that really makes you feel, well. Seen, I guess? Appreciated. Like they really know you.”

You try to lift your head to look at him, but he presses your head down gently. “Sarah knew I’d never get this fixed. She snuck it out of the house to do it, all on her own. It, well. It meant a lot to me.” He cleared his throat. “Honey, you know I like you a lot. I think you like me, too. But when I saw this place, and when I saw you waiting to see my reaction to it, it— it felt like the watch.” He kissed your cheek again, and this time he let you lift your head so you could meet his gaze. He cupped your cheek in his right hand and the look on his face took your breath away.

“I know this is only our second date. I know we’ve barely gotten started. But this feels special, sweetheart. I didn’t want to scare you off by sayin’ too much. This feels like…” he trailed off, and smiled.

You smiled back. “I know, Joel.” He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours, and you leaned into it, eyes slipping closed. “I feel it, too.”

You sat there together for another moment, but too soon, you pulled back. “I should get back to my seat before the waiter gets back.” Joel nodded, but pressed a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before he let you go.

Back in your seat, you and Joel just looked at each other for a moment. “Should we, um,” you started, but didn’t know how to finish your suggestion. He smiled.

“Want to get out of here, darlin’?” You smiled back, and nodded.

Once the waiter came back you took care of the bill, and Joel guided you out of the yard and through the house with his hand on your lower back the whole way. At the truck you reached to open the passenger door, but Joel reached out to put his right hand on the door, holding it closed.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, and turned you around. He crowded you against the side of the truck and cupped your face in his left hand. “Hey there, gorgeous.”

You smiled. “Hey, handsome.”

“I’ve got a couple more hours before I have to head home, you know.”

“That so?” You grinned. “Well then, I think you should take me home, hmm? Maybe come in, have a drink?”

Joel answered by leaning forward to kiss you, hard.

…

bestie (9:14 PM): how did it go???

you (9:32 PM): it went really well (9:33 PM): he liked the garden too

bestie (9:33 PM): well we know he’s into plants (9:34 PM): did he say anything about it

you (9:35 PM): about Matt? just that he was sorry I’d been through that and he promised not to treat me that way (9:36 PM): he said if he ever did anything like that Sarah would probably kill him

bestie (9:37 PM): as she should (9:37 PM): I’m calling you I need more details that can’t be all of it

you (9:37 PM): lol fine

...

a/n: the taco place is based on a real coffee shop and empanada place I used to frequent when I lived in Houston (Campesino, I miss you), with the addition of a garden I saw somewhere else.

I hope I tagged everyting write for their convo! Don't worry, shitty ex never actually appears in this fic. let me know if you think I should add any tags.

Also, time to share this genius meme from @gasolinerainbowpuddles:

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Different (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Eddie takes interest in the school’s resident goodie two shoes over achiever, but a new look leaves him speechless

Y/N notes: None

Wanna be on the Eddie Munson tag list? Look here!

Wanna request something? Look here!

“Hey guys I’m going round the lunch hall to get people’s opinion on the school lunches. The school council’s gotten some complaints so I’m gathering info.”

“You sure you don’t just want an excuse to talk to me?” Eddie tilted his head back so he could see Y/N standing behind him. She didn’t look up from her clipboard.

“Nope. You guys got anything to say or should I move on?” The other boys shook their heads. Y/N nodded.

“Cool thanks.” She began to walk away when Eddie held an arm out to stop her.

“Where you going in such a hurry?”

“To the next table Eddie. I need to finish this for the school council, eat my lunch, look over my study notes for English class then organise the cheer squad for this afternoon-“

“You cheerleaders and your-“

“Not a cheerleader. You see me wearing one of those short skirts?” Y/N snapped back.

“No but I wish I did.” Eddie smirked.

“Well unfortunately for you, I’m just the cheer squad organiser.” She quickly replied before pushing Eddie’s arm away and heading to the next table.

“Why do you keep trying with her?” Dustin questioned.

“Because Henderson, she’s the only girl who would give me the time of day.”

“Only because she’s obligated to by the school council.” Mike laughed. Eddie shrugged it off.

Y/N had always been at least civil with him, unlike everyone else. She never looked at him like he was weird, which seemed like the bare minimum but when you’re labeled the school freak, it means a lot.

Although more recently, she had been annoyed with him, but for good reason.

He was being annoying.

He tapped her on the opposite shoulder when he passed her in the hall, leaned on her locker when she needed to get something out of it, stole the pen she was using to study in the library…

But no matter what he did, he could still see in her eyes that she didn’t dislike him. He was a mild annoyance at most.

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Eddie walked out of the Hellfire club and into the dark parking lot. Some of the cheerleaders and basketball guys were still hanging out after the game. He looked around but couldn’t see Y/N. She must have gone home already.

He waved goodbye to his friends and began heading to his van, when he heard a locking of a door. He looked to his left to see Y/N walking away from the storage closet, keys swinging around in her hand.

“Y/N?” Eddie questioned. He almost didn’t recognise her in that outfit.

A cheerleader set.

Y/N clocked him and sighed.

“Well Eddie I guess you got your wish.” She waved her arms around in annoyance. “Coach said I should match the other girls. Fuckin old pervert.” She muttered under her breath.

“U-Uhh…” Eddie found himself unable to speak. Yeah he knew Y/N was pretty but she always dressed practically. He had never seen her like this before.

“I know. I look stupid. You don’t have to say anything-“

“No. No you look… hot. You’re hot.” Eddie said, accidentally letting his thoughts spill out his mouth. Y/N chuckled and shook her head, not entirely believing him.

“Yeah thanks Eddie. Well take it all in cause you’re never gonna see me like this again!” Y/N shouted back as she headed for her car.

Eddie smirked and tilted his head as he watched.

“Oh I am.”

#eddie munson x reader #reader x Eddie Munson #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season four

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Not just a one night stand. Colby Brock

Y/n's POV:

I sigh as I look myself over in the mirror of my best friend's, Kat’s, house before I call out to her.

"Kat I don't know about this, I feel stupid..." I confess feeling completely unsure about the costume she got me for her Halloween party that will start any minute now. Unamused that I told her I didn't feel like dressing up she told me she'd buy the perfect costume and if I didn't wear it I would not be allowed to come. Reluctantly I agreed, however, seeing myself in the slightly skimpy fallen angel outfit I wish I would have just stayed home. At least she didn't make me wear the fake blood on my face I guess.

Dressed as Morticia from the Addams family she pokes her head into the doorway and her eyes light up instantly. "What?! Why not it's perfect! You look so hot and you love the color black!"

"It's just a little much for me, Kat," I say, sighing trying not to disappoint her but also not understanding why on earth, besides for my love of the color black and darkness, she'd pick something like this for me.

"Exactly! Try something new, get out there, mingle!" She smiles and winks at me and now I suddenly know what all this is about.

I cross my arms over my chest and glare at her. "Is this about my love life again?" I ask her seriously and knowing she loves to try to set me up with anyone she deems fit the moment the opportunity presents itself as I have horrible luck in the dating world.

"What? No!" She lies trying to cover it with a laugh awkwardly. I glare at her again already knowing the truth. "Ugh, okay yes! But it's different this time I think you two will really hit it off!"

I groan running a hand through my hair. "Katrina girl, I love you, but you have to stop trying to set me up okay? I barely ever even get a first date out of them, I'm not like you, boys just don't fall at my feet."

She rolls her eyes. "Was is that suppose to mean? She asks.

"It means I'm not famous, I'm not talented, I'm not a youtube icon, I don't have a hair and makeup team on call, I'm just me," I say exasperatedly at the fact that Katrina doesn't see how different dating is for the two of us. You may be wondering how in fact we even become friends but that's a long story that includes a horrendously embarrassing spilled coffee episode.

"Yeah but your kind and funny and interesting, and beautiful! There is nothing wrong with being you and I know for a fact this guy will absolutely fall head over heels for you." She says confidently crossing her arms to mirror mine trying to convince me. Sighing in defeat I sit down on the closed toilet that is clad with a slightly tacky but admittedly comfy lavender fuzzy cover. "And if we are so perfect for each other why haven't you introduced us before?"

I ask skeptically.

She comes closer so she can fix the hair I slightly messed up by running my hand through it before explaining. "Well he has been in a relationship until recently plus I haven't seen him in a while but he's finally on the market again!"

I look at her in complete surprise. "Kat! I don't want to be some sad and lonely guy's rebound!" I protest, causing her to purse her lips and glares at me.

"He's not like that!" She insists before going over to the mirror to touch up her make up one more time.

"He's a great guy, you'll love him." She says and I sigh. "Oh and not to mention he's a great kisser." She smirks before winking walking out of the room when the sound of the doorbell rings through the house.

"Wait how do you know he's a great kisser?!" I call out to her as I see her head down the stairs. She just giggles without an answer casually turning on the music. Oh god, what am I in for tonight?

Colby’s POV:

"How do I look?" I ask my best friend Sam as we approach the house of my friend Kat. She is throwing a huge Halloween / costume party tonight but that's not all. After being single for almost two months after my long-term relationship I'm finally ready to get back out there and Katrina said she wanted to set me up with one of her good friends. Although I was a little reluctant at first I agreed and well, here I am.

"Yes dude, don't be so nervous." Sam chuckles, nudging me.

I roll my eyes at him. "I actually want this to go well please excuse me for caring," I say sarcastically as I straighten my black devil costume out. My last relationship ended because it simply wasn't going anywhere. It had lost its spark and just became a game of who was willing to cave first. I'm ready to have something real again and to be with someone I truly care about and who truly cares about me.

"I'm telling you, you don't have to worry, you guys are seriously perfect for each other." He says trying to convince me not to get too worked up.

I nod and we walk inside the house booming with music and the smell of liquor around every corner.

Katrina sure does know how to throw a party. We start making our way to the bar passing a few people we know casually saying hi and waving but I know if I'm going to make it through the night I'm going to need a drink.

"Can I get a beer?" I ask the bartender quickly paying him.

Sam orders a drink too and then starts to look for Kat and whoever this mystery girl is. I down about half of my drink immediately before Sam sighs. "Ugh." He groans. "She said they'd meet us at the bar but I don't see them."

"She probably bailed," I mumble slightly irritated by the situation wishing that they'd just let me do this on my own.

"Stop being so negative, I'll text Kat now," Sam grumbles pulling out his phone as I down half my beer down trying to get loosened up a little. "She's calling me now, hold on."

Sam answers the phone plugging the ear he isn't using to listen to his call so there isn't so much noise to distract him. "Yeah, we're here where are you!?" Sam says smiling as he talks into his phone.

"Okay, okay yeah, see you in a few."

"So?" I ask him curiously as he shoves the phone back into his back pocket.

"Kat wants to meet them outside by the pool, and said people are out there but it's not as loud." Sam shrugs and points towards the back door.

I nod and we start walking in that direction. I look around for any possible signs of Kat and her friend. We went outside and as we turned the corner Kat was standing there waiting for us.

"Hey! So look don't tell her I told you this but she's kind of nervous, she really doesn't do this stuff, and she might be shy but you'll love her I promise." Katrina immediately begins to ramble at us. We give her a hug seeing that she seems a little frazzled by everything happening right now.

"Don't worry Colby asked me if he looked okay like 20 times on the way here, he's just as flustered as she is," Sam says patting me on the back. I glare at him mumbling how it's just because I haven't done this in a while but they both ignore me. "Where is she anyway?"

Kat smiles widely, turns to look behind her and motions over to the table area. "See the cute Y/H/C one in the Fallen Angel costume? That's your girl." A

As my eyes fall on the girl matching the description my jaw slacks, she's absolutely gorgeous. She's sitting at one of the tables with a drink in her hand as she looks around at the people in the pool. I take notice right away of everything from the pink of her lips to the way the fabric of the costume hugs her curves.

"Like what you see buddy?" Sam asks with a laugh snapping me out of my gaze. I nod blushing slightly as I look back at him and Katrina who turns back to us. "I picked out her costume so it would match yours. You both love dark things and I figured it would be a great way to break the ice!"

I nod again trying to form sentences and not have my eyes wander back to her. "W-What's her name?" I ask softly.

"Y/F/N," Kat replies.

Sam groans as he nudges me. "Come on guys, are we just going to stand here gawking at her for the entire night or what?"

"Sam’s right, let's go!" Kat starts to laugh as he grabs my arm and begins pulling me over to the beautiful girl across the yard.

Y/n's POV:

As I look up from the pool I lock eyes with Kat who is heading straight towards me. Behind her are two guys and I instantly recognize them. Sam Golbach and Colby Brock. You have to be joking, it all makes sense now. She's setting me up with Colby who’s one of her and her boyfriends best friends.

She smiles at me and I flash her a look of I can't believe you. Narrowing her eyes she mouths the word "behave" to me like my mother would when I was a kid. I roll my eyes and stand up awkwardly as they get closer and closer.

"Y/n! There you are, I have someone for you to meet!" She says as if our little exchange didn't happen. "This is Sam and Colby, Colby was the one I was telling you about."

My whole face turns red at her last phrase and I look up forcing myself to smile and make eye contact with them. "H-hi." I manage to say.

Colby is looking down at me with a slight blush to his cheeks as well. He can't possibly be nervous to meet me, can he? "Hey, uh nice uh costume." He smiles trying his best to sound put together.

I look down at his costume and finally realizing why Kat choose this for me. Dylan and I match and our characters just happen to be in love.

Coincidence? I think not. I shoot her a look but laugh a little to cover it up. "You too."

"Well, Sam and I are going to leave you two be!

Have a good night you guys!" Katrina claps before grabbing Sam's arm and pulling him away.

Colby and I both instantly turn to our friends calling after them and then awkwardly meeting our eyes back to one another. I look away from him shyly. What was she thinking? I can't do this, I can't talk to him, let alone like he'd have any interest in me.

"Uh, can I get you a drink?" Colby asks me, snapping my attention back up to him.

I raise my hand up with my drink in it. "I uh already have one." I smile a little at him trying to be nice. "But thanks."

He chuckles. "Sorry I just, I haven't done this whole thing in a long time..." He says getting a little redder and reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

"It's okay, I understand, I'm not the best at this either," I say laughing a little and trying to lighten the mood a bit by confessing to him.

He rolls his eyes laughing. "Oh come on, yeah like I'm supposed to believe a beautiful girl like you has such a hard time finding someone to go out with."

His words cause my entire body to heat up. Does he think I'm beautiful? "Oh, I oh..." I giggle a little embarrassed.

He looks at me after taking a sip of his drink. "Oh sorry was that too creepy, fuck see, I'm not good at this!"

"No, no it's okay, it was nice, I'm just not used to being called that," I say immediately not trying to make him feel bad. "Well I think you're gorgeous and whoever says differently need to get their damn eyes checked."

He says recovering from closing up a bit to me.

I giggle taking a sip of my drink before answering.

"Well, you're not too bad yourself," I tell him blushing still. He smirks a little and I guess I helped boosts his confidence. I can't believe he's actually nervous just around me.

"Do wanna sit a while a talk? You know, get to know each other a little more?" He asks a glint of hope in his eyes as he smiles.

The same warm feeling spreads through me again and I nod. "I'd love that."

Colby’s POV:

An hour and a half, as well as three beers later Y/n and I haven't moved from our spot since. It turns out Kat may have been right when she said we have a lot in common. We are both complete tv and movie addicts, we listen to the same kind of music, and we are both super sarcastic.

I swear I could listen to her talk forever.

Occasionally she goes on these little side tangents where she begins to talk faster and her eyebrows move creating the cutest little creases on her forehead.

Oh and that's the other thing. She's probably the downright most beautiful girl I've ever seen. While we've been talking I realized how alluring her eyes are making me never want to look away. The way her hair falls so effortlessly drives me crazy thinking about how soft it must be. And then her smile, god, every time I make her smile my whole body heats up.

Fuck I really like her. I really really like her. I already know she'll be the death of me, that is if she likes me but I think she might. The way she leans a little when she laughs and how over the short amount of time we've spent together, she's already began to loosen up around me. However, that may also have to do with the fact she's on her second mixed drink.

Suddenly she stops talking and I worry that I got lost in my thoughts so much that I missed a question but thankfully she quickly sighs and smiles. "I love this song." She says nodding towards the house where the music is blaring and people are dancing.

I listen closely and chuckle a little. "Me too." She smiles and blushes having to look away from me and then I realize what she's doing. She wants me to ask her to dance. Right? Maybe not I could be miss-reading this but I think that's what's happening. I would really like to dance with her maybe I should just ask. I clear my throat a little.

"D-do you want to uh... dance? With me? I mean like in there... You don't have to but, if you like that song - I like the song - and I like uh, well I feel like we are getting along and-" I say stumbling a tad to find the wording I want.

She looks back up at me, her smile bright and her cheeks rosy as she cuts me off, saving myself from further embarrassment. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot

I smile trying to contain my excitement by biting my bottom lip a little. "Great." We stand up and leave our empty drinks behind as we make our way towards the house. I look down at her without her noticing she begins to look a little nervous. "You okay?" I ask her worried.

Y/n nods a little and looks up at me. "I just, uh, I'm not very good at this." She giggles. "I said yes because I want to but I don't really know what I'm doing. I'm not really a dancer."

I smile at her being shy, similar to how she was when we first met. I look out at the crowd watching people move to the beat and I look back at her. "I could teach you?" I offer.

"Y-you don't have to Colbs we can just go talk more I don't want to embarrass myself or you." She says the blush on her face growing stronger.

When she called me Colbs my heart nearly skipped a beat. "Oh stop, I know you want to, and I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to." I remind her as I slowly brush my hand against her's. "You could never embarrass me." "Okay." She says with a deep breath giving in to me while moving her hand to brush back over mine.

I decide to take a leap of faith and lace my fingers with hers gently. She smiles shyly at me as we give each other's palms a small squeeze. "Let's go." I pull her into the crowd with a spin making her giggle.

We begin to dance together and at first, we keep it friendly and silly always keeping our hands held tight but as one song turns to two, two to three, three to four, and four to five we have pressed up close to each other swaying again one another to the beat. Somehow along the way both of our awkwardness subsided and has now been replaced with undeniable sexual tension. I hold her hips firmly keeping her close to me as she has her on hand on my shoulder and the other slung over my shoulder. Her cheeks are flushed due to the heat of the dance floor and the heat between us. Hell, we are so close together I can feel her heart racing just like mine.

I look at her, looking back at me. I like her more with every passing second and I decide to take a shot in the dark. "I really want to kiss you right now." I mummer softly and breathy hoping my want for her doesn't ruin what we have.

She looks at my lips before her eyes flicker up to mine. "Nothing's stopping you." She whispers and smiles bashfully. Surprised but completely ecstatic I smirk before leaning in and pressing my lips to hers.

Y/N's POV:

Colby crashes his lips on mine as soon as I give him the okay. Somehow he seems to pull me closer to him than we were before. The kiss is long and passionate and I kiss him back. Our lips move together beautifully as he moves one of his hands up to my face cupping it and keeping my lips close.

I run my fingers through the hair on the back of his head in response.

After a few more moments we pull away. I let out a small gasp for air, my head feeling slightly dizzy from the intense kiss.

"I'm so fucking glad I met you..." Colby breaths out, his hot breath fanning across my face.

I blush and nod. "Agreed," I said giggling a little trying to make myself less nervous about this whole situation and how fast we seem to be moving.

He smiles and tucks some hair behind my ear. "I'm glad you think so too because I'd really love to take you out sometime... that is if you'd let me?" He asks again mirroring my nerves with his own uncertainty.

"I'd love that," I say softly and decided to be brave by going on my tippy toes to kiss him once again.

Colby smiles against my lips and kisses me back. When we pull back, movement catches my eye from behind him. Confused, I look over to see Kat waving her arms spastically. When we lock eyes she motions me over quickly.

"Everything okay?" Colby asks his grip loosening on my sides and looking over his shoulder at

Kat who tries to trick him into thinking she's calm and collected.

I roll my eyes and giggle a bit. "Yeah, I think Kat needs me for a moment," I say casually before his face falls into worry. Quickly I place a hand on his arm. "I'll be back."

He smiles again and nods happily. "I'll be here."

Smiling, I turn and walk over to Colby quickly and excitedly.

"Did I really just see what I think I saw?!" She asks with a huge smile plastered on her face.

I blush and nod as she squeals excitedly. "Kat!

Shhhhh!" I say turning and trying to make sure Colby isn't watching us. He's talking to some guy I don't know and I sigh thankfully.

"Oh my god! You like him so much!" She says not caring if he hears or not.

I laugh and pull her off to the side a little more.

"Yes, okay I like him," I admit to her and myself. "I like him a lot actually.." I can't help but smile at the thought of how our lips fit together like perfect puzzle pieces, and how much we had in common, and how overall he's just honestly blown me away.

"Awwww!" She smiles. "See I told you! And don't be mad but I've been keeping my eyes on you tonight, things are getting pretty heated out there, what are you going to do?" She asks me and I already know what she's referring to.

I sigh and scratch at my arm a tad anxiously. "I don't know Kat...."

She rolls her eyes at me crossing her arms firmly.

"Y/n I can see it in your eyes that you want him, and trust me girlie, he wants you. For once don't overthink this babe."

"What if he thinks I'm being easy and then nothing actually happens between us. As much as I hate to admit it, you were right, and now I really want things to work out with him. I never do things this quickly in a relationship." I explain conflicted on whether to give him to my desire or do guard my heart.

"I told you, he's not a one night stand kind of guy.

She tries to reason with me. Again I steal a quick look at him over my shoulder. I must have caught his eye because he smiles at me with a little wave.

"And look he obviously likes you too." I give him a small wave back before looking at her again without an answer. "Fine so don't fuck him right away, but at least get out of here. Go back to your place, have some wine, put in a movie, and see what happens?"

I decide she's right. I need to live a little more, try new things, and take some risks. I like Colby a lot, and well Kat does know about this stuff more than I do. "Fine." I sigh.

"Yes! Oh my god, go get 'em girlie!" She squeals again forcefully grabbing my shoulders and turning me towards the direction I came in and pushing me away.

I laugh at her and she winks at me before I disappear out of her sight to go catch up with Colby.

Walking back over him he grins widely once he sees me. "Everything okay?" He asks thoughtfully making my heart jump a little.

"Yeah everything is perfect," I say smiling. I think about what Kat said, and how right now here this seemingly perfect guy is standing here in front of me just waiting for me to say something else. I take a subtle deep breath. "D-do you maybe want to go somewhere?" I ask.

"Like where?" He asks chuckling a little bit.

I blush realizing I should have clarified more. "Well I didn't know if you wanted to go back to my place, maybe watch The Kissing Booth?" I ask him knowing we talked about the movie trailer and that he has been dying to see it.

His smile grows and he nods. "I'd love to, that sounds great."

My heart flutters at his words and the fact that I thankfully didn't just make a fool out of myself. We then head out of the house and Colby orders an uber considering we've both already had a few drinks.

On the drive over we make small talk about the party but he slowly moves his hand over to mine and laces our fingers back together. We keep them together as we get to my apartment building.

I unlock my door and let us into my apartment.

"Welcome to my humble abode," I say flicking the lights on and closing the door behind us.

We share a chuckle and Colby looks around, surveying the area. "Why thank you, madame." He teases me, making me blush for some reason.

"The movie is on the rack, do you want some wine or something?" I ask him as we walk further into the living room and I point over to my rack of movies.

He walks over to the rack pursuing it carefully. "Wine would be great." He says.

"Coming right up, make yourself at home," I say quickly before going into my kitchen to get us both a drink.

When I come back into the room Colby is sitting on the couch reading the back of the DVD case. I smile and set the wine glasses down on my coffee table.

"Here ya go, I'll put that in," I say as he hands me the DVD.

"Thank you." He says happily taking a sip from his glass. "Wow, good wine."

I laugh a little. "Thanks, honestly I just got was on sale last time I was at the store."

He chuckles and shrugs as I come to sit down next to him. "Well, I like it." I giggle back taking a sip myself.

The movie starts and we mutter remarks about the actors and plot and so on and as the sweet liquid starts to disappear from our glasses we subtly move closer and closer on the couch.

At one point as he scoots a little closer he looks down at me and smiles. "W-would it be okay if I put my arm around you?" He asks a little softly as he blushes.

I nod and blush back at him. "Sure..." I say turning back to the screen to hide the fact that I find myself nervously biting at my bottom lip.

I feel his arm move upwards and then gently wrap around my shoulder. Moving a little closer to him to make the position more comfortable I sigh a bit feeling surprisingly relaxed in his arms.

A while passes and the scene where Elle and Noah have their first kiss comes on. As finally, their lips touch a slight tension fills the air.

Colby clears his throat a little and to my surprise, he breaks the silence. "You know I bet they dated in real life.."

I look up at him slightly confused. "What makes you say that?" I ask him.

He shrugs a little looking down at me. "Well it's hard to fake something like that."

Well, how can you tell they just didn't fake it really well?" I ask with a small smirk playfully egging him on a little.

Smiling he shrugs again. "You can't fake something like that, you can't fake that kind of... of passion..." He looks me in the eyes and with the movie, and our proximity, and him just being him, I find myself wanting to kiss him again.

"Passion huh?" I giggle a little trying to cover up the fact that my heart is picking up a little speed as we now seem to be leaning in closer together.

He chuckles briefly and then looks at me for a moment. "What something wrong with a little passion?" He asks me softly while seemingly studying my eyes.

"Not at all, just seems like I don't come by it a lot these days," I say quietly as our faces have become so close that our noses are almost brushing.

"Me neither....'

." He whispers. "B-but I... I think I

felt it tonight... with you."

That smooth bastard, I swear it's like he knows exactly how to make me melt. "I think I did to..." I respond looking at his lips and then back up at his eyes.

He smiles and closes the gap between us. We share a long passionate kiss, just like at Kat’s, but then suddenly it's like a switch flips inside us both and it turns a little more electric. Colby's hand that was wrapped around my shoulder moves down to my waist, pulling me in closer to him. I move slightly to be able to face him more before moving one of my hands to the side of his head and rests the other on his chest.

The kiss intensifies even as Colby runs his one hand through my hair and I pull him closer by his shirt that my hand is now gripping. He licks my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I immediately allow. He then slowly slips his tongue into my mouth exploring it excitedly. I do the same to him and we find ourselves in a slight battle for dominance. I give into him willingly, letting him set the pace.

He moves away from my mouth and kisses my cheek, my jaw, and to my neck where he whispers softly. "I-I really like you, and I really really like this, but I don't want to push you too far or too fast."

I pull away to look at him for a moment my heart overflowing with happiness of how sweet he's being. "D-do you think we're moving too fast?" I ask gently.

He smiles shyly. "Well, I usually don't even kiss on the first date, but this feels right to me.."

"I usually don't either... I think so too." I nod kissing him soft and sweet. "And for the record, I really like you too." I giggle a bit.

He chuckles and kisses me before answering. "God, you are so amazing." I roll my eyes at him playfully before kissing him once again.

His lips quickly find my neck again. He leaves open-mouthed kissing all along my neck before biting into my sensitive spot making me gasp as he sucks a mark onto my skin. "Cole..." I sigh in lust. "I love it when you call me that baby." He mumbles leaving my skin.

I don't really respond, although when he called me baby I about exploded. Instead, I just pull him back up to my lips kissing him desperately. He smiles against my lips before tightening his grip on my sides to pull me onto his lap.

Colby pulls me against him as I grip the hair on the back of his head and give it a tug. He groans under his breath and I feel his one hand move under my shirt setting my skin on fire. Slowly I move my hips grinding against him. We both breathe out subtle moans at the feeling of being that close together.

"Bedroom?" I ask pulling away breathlessly. He opens his eyes and nods with a huge grin coming over his face. I giggle a little at his reaction before climbing off of him and pulling him by his hand down the hallway.

I open the door and pull him in quickly but before I get the chance to do anything else he pushes me up against the door, shutting it in the process. He kisses me immediately taking me by surprise at first but then I fall right back under his spell.

Deciding to take things a step further I reach for his shirt and begin to tug it upwards. He takes the hint and moves only to take it off and throw it to the side but before I can do anything else he grabs my shirt pulling it off my body. Then he finally returns to my lips allowing us to pull each other close again. trail my hands down his chest and abdomen admiring the tattoos, ripples, and divets as I go while he moves his hands down to undo my pants. They fall to the ground and I kick them off before he decides to swing me around and push us back onto my bed.

We share a few more increasingly sloppy kisses before I move to kiss at his birthmark on his jaw. He moves his hands down to his pants to start getting them off of himself as I move down to his neck.

Once they're off he kicks them somewhere and flips us over so that I'm straddling him once again.

He begins to kiss at my shoulder as I focus on his neck but as he moves his hands to remove my bra he adds another mark to my collarbone. Between his lips and his hands now cupping both my bare breasts, Ilet out a moan. My moan causes him to jerk his hips a little and grind against me. I can feel how hard he is against my core and moan again.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful baby, I want to see the rest of you, okay?" Colby whispers huskily. I nod running my fingers through his hair.

Colby carefully begins to kiss down my body. All over my skin from the valley of my breasts to the dips of my pelvis occasionally nibbling as he goes.

"That feels so good," I mumble through a sigh.

He chuckles a little and after pressing a kiss to one of my hips he smiles up at me. I blush slightly embarrassed but he begins to pull down my panties. "Don't be embarrassed, I've got you." I nod again sitting up on my elbows to see him better. When he gets my panties off he licks his lips before moving my thighs apart and kissing up them. With each inch, my heartbeat increases and my body gets hotter and hotter. "May I?" He asks allowing his breath to fan over my throbbing center.

"Please Cole," I whine slightly tugging at his hair again and biting my bottom lip. Slowly he leans in and gently begins to tease me with his tongue. "Oh, fuck." I let out instantly.

"You taste fucking amazing baby." He mumbles continuing his movements that are beginning to make me moan.

Colby grips the top of my thighs with his hands keeping them apart and down for them as he feels me slightly squirm under his touch. And the more and more he teases me the more and more desperate I become for him. "C-colby, please, it feels so good but I need you, I can't wait anymore.

He pulls up from me and smirks. "No problem baby." He says sitting up and pulling down his boxers. His hard cock slaps against his skin and he groans at the feeling of his restrains finally being gone. "Do you have a condom?" He asks suddenly snapping me from the daze of staring at his impressive size.

"Yeah, one second," I say rolling over to get one from the bedside drawer. Once I've got it I rip it open and sit up on my knees. Blushing I look up at down at him. "D-do you want me to put it on?" I ask him shyly.

"Definitely, but only if you want to." he smiles caressing the curve of my hip gently. I lean forward and tenderly pick up his hard cock by its base.

"Fuck..." He mutters under his breath, obviously suppressing a moan.

Carefully I roll the rubber sleeve down over him making sure it's on properly. "That okay?" I ask to make sure.

He sits up on his knees as well, so that he can kiss me passionately and pull me close once again.

"Perfect..." He smiles pulling back just enough to speak. "A-and you're sure about this?"

I nod kissing him again before speaking. "I'm sure, are you?"

"A million percent sure." He chuckles before leaning down to sweep me up and throw be on my back so that he can hover over me.

We kiss passionately and desperately, our lips and occasionally our teeth crashing together. I tangle my hands in his hair as he grabs my hip with one hand and his cock with the other. He then begins to line up with me, the sensation of his tip slightly poking at my entrance causing me to shiver with anticipation.

"Colby, please don't tease." I whimper against his

lips. He smiles and whispers back. "I'm sorry." And with that, he carefully pushes into me. I gasp and he groans as he bottoms out inside me. His hand that was guiding him gripping my other hip. I swear he's holding me so tight bruises will be in the place of his fingertips in the morning. "T-tell me when you're ready princess." He stutters out probably trying his best not to just begin fucking the living hell out of me.

I quickly adjust to the way he fills me up and how it makes me have prolonged butterflies in my lower stomach. "Go ahead, you don't have to be careful," I whisper.

He smirks again as he moves his hips. It doesn't take long for him to pick up speed and begin pounding in and out of me.

"You feel so fucking good." He groans pressing his forehead against mine.

I moan, squeezing my eyes shut at the feeling of the blissful pleasure. "Fuck, Cole! More please, I need you." I gasp letting a moan follow.

He grunts focusing on thrusting inside of respond as well as moving his one hand to rub at my clit.

Another moan rips through me making me buck my hips up to him making him groan and grunt again.

Every little move he makes sends waves of pleasure all throughout my body as the sound of my slapping skin and desperate noises fill the room.

Then with one particularly hard thrust, he begins to hit a spot deep inside me that makes my pleasure spike and my inner walls clench around him.

"Shit I'm so close," I whine to him moving one of my hands to grip his shoulder.

"Just let go for me, Cum for me, I'm close too, just let go." He rambles pressing a sloppy and quick kiss against my lips. "But open those pretty eyes princess, I want to look in your eyes."

Through the pleasure and edging closer and closer to my peak, I force my eyes open to look up at him.

His eyes are dark with lust, his cheeks are flushed, his forehead has these wrinkles in the skin from his facial expression, and there is a thin layer of sweat forming all over him. Something about seeing him this way and feeling him absolutely wrecks me in the best possible way makes me spiral into my orgasm. My mind goes into a hot white state, blocking everything out except what's happening right now in front (well inside) of me.

I moan out for him loudly, my thighs shaking, my fingers raking down his back, and my body clenching around him. His hips stutter in there pace before he twitches inside me before he lets out a disgruntled moan. I then feel him fill up the condom and experience his own high.

After we both come down we work on regaining our breath's as he pulls out of me. Colby rolls off of me immediately waddling to the trashcan to dispose of the condom. He then uses a tissue to make sure he's clean before laying back on the bed with me.

"That was so fucking good." He chuckles tiredly before pulling me into his grasp.

"I very much agree." I giggle allowing myself to cuddle into him.

I let out a large yawn as he presses his lips to my forehead. "Get some rest babe.." He whispers. The tiredness takes over me and I nod in return before allowing myself to cuddle into his grasp and drift asleep.

Softly shifting in the warmth of the covers I begin to suddenly awaken from my sleep. I smile to myself as the memories of last night flood into my mind immediately. Last night was the best night I've had in a long time, and one of the best night I've in general. Colby was amazing just as a person and in bed.

I take a deep breath allowing my eyes to flutter open as I rollover. I give my eyes a moment to adjust to the light coming through the curtains but when they do my heart breaks. Colby's gone.

Sitting up I push away the tears. I can't believe I actually thought this would work.

Echoes of him telling me how much he liked me and Kat assuring me this would be different echo in my head. I'm not mad at her, I kind of want to be but I know I can't be. She was just trying to help and for a brief moment last night she did.

With Colby, I was the happiest I've been in a long time. He really got to me with that whole nice guy act, god I feel so stupid.

I wipe my eyes pathetically as I go over to my closet tripping over some of my clothes on the way. I don't even bother to pick them up, I don't know if I can take any more reminders of last night. Pulling a long shirt over my head I grab some underwear to slip on and decide to go make some coffee.

When I go over and open my bedroom door the light blinds me for a moment. I rub my eyes and when I open them again I stop dead in my tracks.

"Hey gorgeous, did I wake you? I'm so sorry, I was going to bring it to you.

There standing in front of me is Colby, smiling brightly at me as he flips the pancake that he has in a pan on my stove. My heart jumps to life in shock and happiness. "Y-you're here?" I ask with a gasp and a smile coming over my face.

He gives me a confused look before it sinks in. "Oh, did you think I-?" He cuts himself as I nod a little embarrassed. He immediately turns off the stove and comes over to me. "No, no, no, I'd never! I'm so sorry." He says grabbing my hands. I sniffle a little and let out a small laugh. "Do be sorry! I- I just really like you and I thought you left... you know..."

He smiles. "I meant everything I said last night

Y/n. I really like you, I really liked what happened last night, and I really want to take you out sometime."

Happiness fills up my entire body and I grab him kissing him. "I really like you, I really liked what happened last night, and I'd really like that Colbs."

He smiles picking me up and spinning me around giving me kisses all over my face. I giggle kissing him tenderly as he puts me down. "Remind me to thank Kat later." He chuckles.

"Ditto," I reply as he kisses once again and then returns to breakfast before spending the rest of the morning cuddled up on the couch, fantasizing about what's the come.

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❝feeling unreciprocated❞ chapter 1 | jungkook x reader

summary: Sleeping with one guy after feeling rejected wasn't a good idea, but sleeping with another one and another seemed to be even worse plan. Especially with your handsome crush behind the wall, who is as confused as you about your ways of coping with a broken heart.

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Your phone was buzzing from all the notifications you got after you had turned on wi-fi in your settings. You ignored them and started to scroll mindlessly through your Instagram to kill the time as you were waiting for popcorn to be ready in the microwave.

The anxiety and nervousness were escalating to the point you were bitting your lower lip which became more red and puffy. Like on every Friday night since you and your roommate made an arrangement that once a week you two would organize a small movie-night that nobody else could take part in it. And you weren't exactly sure what was the reason behind you distressing about such a trivial matter, but you fathomed soon enough, with a minor help of your dear friend, it was because of the second arranger of your undertaking.

You sighed as you rubbed your cheek in defense.

It had been already three months since you two ended up living together and for these three precious months you were truly fucked, frankly speaking, but who wouldn't be in your place? Let’s be honest - everyone would lose their mind over this boy sooner or later. Moreover, it wasn’t just your personal opinion as far as you knew, but you were the only one who had to endure this killing pleasure all by yourself. You should be grateful, you thought to yourself with a pity that you couldn’t use the circumstances to your advantage. You just couldn’t figure out how and you were afraid it would stay that way if you kept behaving like a simple coward. On the other hand, it would be super discomforting if you ended up stop talking to each other because of your sweet, silly crush. So you were trying to shut it down once and forever, but with no effects.

"Is it ready?" you jumped a little hearing a male voice behind your back.

"No, not yet".

"And now?"

"No, Jungkook, it's not ready yet” you shook your head to emphasise that he would have to wait just a little bit longer for a 3-minute meal “Just pick a movie, I’ll bring it to you in a moment”.

“Okay, just don’t eat it all”.

“Mhm” you managed to utter while you lowered down your head to stare into the screen, but you kept observing him from the corner of your eye.

He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and grey pants that hung from his hips giving away its oversized cut. He looked casual, but his tattoos elevated the outfit making it look… hot. Not to forget his messy hair that were a bit too long. You liked it, but you were able to hide it, anyway. You weren’t crazy to such a point you would run after him, right?

“You have some stains on your shirt” you had told him before he entered the living room, but he just shrugged his shoulders and made his way to the sofa that happened to be the most expensive furniture in your flat. You pitched in together at the beginning of your moving in. It was his condition, actually, but then he didn’t know you were a girl. Had he known it, he wouldn't have made you chip in, however it was too late to cancel the order. You didn't mind. At least you two were in a happy possession of a brand new sofa, which you used very often. Not in this way, of course.

You put the popcorn in front of him, which made him turn his gaze from his phone at you.

"You're addicted" you said slightly amused.

"I didn't complain when you were using yours" he scoffed and put it away "But okay, mummy" he made sure he stressed the last word.

You knew he was just being cordial, but you were flushed anyway, because of the mummy part. The teasing was unbearable when was done by him, because well, you used to take everything he said too seriously and keep second-guessing what he actually meant. Soon, you realized it needed to stop as you were going mad because of it and the worst part was you was aware his words didn't indicate anything more serious than just a friendly reminder you were his "bro". And it sucked.

You didn't let yourself to make a comment so you just sat in the sofa making yourself comfortable.

"What are we watching?"

"Something random, we've watched almost everything" he left the pilot on the coffee table and stuck a pillow behind his back to have something to lean on "So how was your week, miss smart brain?"

You didn’t have to think for too long about your reply.

"As always. Lectures, then practice and lectures again and... meetings with Gia. I'm just happy it's Friday again" you sighed and folded your arms thinking about the last five days "And you?"

"The same thing. Almost" he chuckled seeing your discontent, grumpy expression "I didn't sit with books ninety percent of my time" obviously, It was an exaggeration, but it might have been true if you wouldn't have Gia by your side. Your best friend.

"So it wasn't the same. I should have known that" you rolled your eyes, but smiled anyway "So..." you waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't bother too much to shower you with details.

"I was at Vixen's with my friends".

It was predictable his place to go to was another new club. Somehow, it suited him. Such places were perfect for him. He was outgoing, open with conversation with newly met people and he just liked the atmosphere of big crowds and loud music. Nothing you could compare yourself to so it was a nice surprise you two got along. Still, you thought there was an abyss between him and you on so many levels that even his friends looked at you oddly the first time you met them, but you were just his roommate. Not his girlfriend he choose.

"You should go one day" you looked at him surprised taking popcorn into your mouth "With Gia, for example".

"Maybe" you changed the topic looking at TV. It would be nicer to go with him this time "You picked a trashy film".

"Hey, it's random. I told you" he pushed your leg with his feet "Get lost!" you just laughed shortly and lied down on the sofa making him choose the floor this time.

"My turn" he murmured something under his breath, but sat on the floor, eventually.

The fact was, you saw each other only one day during the week, on every Friday, of course. Sometimes maybe in the mornings or in the evenings if your schedules allowed that. You totally understood he had his own friends, plan etc. so you weren't disappointed, because you weren't even certain if he saw you as his friend or only as his roommate. You just expected from him a little, little attention.

"Do you want pillows?" you asked noticing he took his place without anything to cover or make himself comfortable.

"No, I'm good" he didn't even look at you while answering your question and took his phone out from his pocket.

That was the hard part in all of this. He wasn't that invested in your friendship, at least he was giving this type of impression, so you had the right to be doubtful when it came to his feelings. Maybe it stood on the level called "roommates, nothing less, nothing more" with an arrow "you will never get to the next level, we're sorry for the inconvenience" next to it, so you were stuck.

His position enabled you to see everything as well as to smell his scent because his head at the level of your face as he was sitting in front of you. If you wanted to have a picture of what it was like - just imagine a really heavy, manly perfume coming right into your nose. It wasn't getting any easier for you, unfortunately. You were melting.

You tried hard to focus on the movie, but the ring tones were successfully preventing you from doing so.

You didn't want to come as being nosy, but somehow you couldn't help yourself so you raised your head from a comfy pillow, so you could have a full view of his phone's screen. He was checking his instagram account as you did earlier, nevertheless it wasn't what made you disturbed.

The texts were one by one showing on his notification bar with a loud sound, so Jungkook turned the silent mode on his phone. You saw him frowning his eyebrows and playing with his lip ring at the same time, which got you to make an ultimate move. You pulled yourself up a little bit so you could follow his actions, he opened the conversation. You knew it was wrong of you to look at his private texts, but he didn't move or change his place so you took it as an allowance to give it a look. Just one, you promised, but you could tell it may not have been the last.

min_bora: hi jungkook! min_bora: it was great to see you at vixen's typing...

It wasn't confusing at all. It was just a normal text, however still a hard thing to swallow, again. It was from a girl, overall, so it made you reckon if he was really with his friends like he had said? Like Jimin or Taehyung. Or Namjoon. It wasn't your business, but still you weren't exactly the most happy person in the world if he really lied to you.

min_bora: you looked so handsome without your tshirt ;) not my words but harin's haha

You almost groaned seeing the last text. What was that? A pub or a social club with stripping? Or even worse - harem, which was an obvious overstatement. You just hoped it wasn't it and he would deny it. Fun thing, it shouldn't have concerned you but it did. Maybe if it happened to be the truth, you would finally get rid of your stupid feelings. Perhaps, it was the key to let it go...

"Did you just look at my fucking texts?" he smirked leaning his head back so he had the picture of your face upside down.

Jungkook saw your empty expression as you had got lost in your thought few seconds earlier. You opened your lips wanting to say something, but you were too cogitative to reply right away.

"No, of course not" you shook your head lowering your gaze, but it seemed like you had a large writing "a liar" on your forehead.

Of course, he didn't believe you as he felt your gaze on his back when he was about to text back so he took a pillow and threw it at your face, while you blushed immediately all over your cheeks. This thing was something he didn't notice to your liking.

"Instead of making fun of me, you could help your friend" he pretended to whine while looking at the messages.

Friend? So maybe you were already on another level, which made you instantly worried about getting friendzoned, but it felt like it already was the thing in your situation.

You weren’t making fun of Jungkook, it was far from it. Curiosity just won over your honour and your morals.

"Difficult task" you held your chin with your one hand, bitting your lips and reckoning if you should say it "I don't know what to do with a text that says you look handsome without your t-shirt".

"Any advice?" he rolled his eyes watching "min_bora" sending him some silly emojis, which didn't get slipped by you.

"Don't take your t-shirt off next time?"

"Oh, you don't say" he hissed "She spilled her drink on me by accident. I had to change".

"You bring your clothes with you?"

"Yeah, gym clothes" he said brushed his hair back "They were in Namjoon's car, I forgot them two days earlier".

"Oh".

jeon_jk: hi bora jeon_jk: to the next one :)

You weren't expecting this kind of text got typed to this girl, but he was a free man. He could do anything he wanted, not like you had something to say in this matter, but this one coming...

min_bora: i was wondering... min_bora: do you have tattoos only on your arm or maybe somewhere lower... ;)

"Are you kidding me?" you mumbled quietly so he couldn't made out what you had said and you covered your face with your hand completely uncomfortable.

And envious at the same time, knowing you wouldn't get the courage to simply ask him for a coffee, yet these girls had all of it. Even the view.

You thought that maybe he would react in some way. Like getting embarrassed that you saw it or something, but no. He was unfazed, like nothing too extraordinary happened. Maybe he got used to it, to attention and it didn't surprise him. He just sighed and closed the conversation down leaving Bora on a read.

Jungkook leaned even more so his head was laying on the sofa and his long hair were within reach of your hand. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm and steady as if he was ready to take a nap or just thinking heavily.

"Are you okay?" you asked with a tranquil voice not to disturb his peace.

"Yeah" he replied with his eyes closed, but this time the tone he used managed to put you off "Let's just finish this movie".

It was a clear signal something happen or it was just his casual attitude towards random things, like everything was the enemy to him and his job was to brace himself. You never talked about your problems, not even complaining about something more private than your day or how bad the lunch tasted. Everything was kept to yourselves and you didn’t have the nerve to ask him what was the reason behind his changing moods. Maybe he was like that. His nature could be edgy, even by looking at his image anybody could say that. You didn’t dwell on the subject assuming he would prefer it to be talked with his closest friends rather than a roommate.

So you just stuffed your mouth with popcorn contemplating what could be wrong with him until you saw closing credits at the end of the movie.

When it finished, he stood from the floor and helped you with cleaning the mess, but soon he went to his room, got changed. Of course, he didn’t stay that night in a flat which made you sad for a known reason, but who you were to stop him.

Honestly, having this type of a crush was quite a burden if you were the one to speak up. Constantly feeling the strain was exhausting, sometimes you couldn’t sleep and think straight in situations which he was involved in. It wasn’t normal and you wished you could do something with it, because it was getting you nowhere. Maybe if you made the decision but… You didn’t want to ask him out and at the same time you didn’t want to let it go. It was a total rollercoaster of mixed feelings that day by day made you run out of energy.

The rest of the evening was calm as usual and you spent it on your phone waiting for a new story from Jungkook which sometimes he posted on his Instagram, but it didn’t happen. You thought about checking Jimin’s account, but you gave yourself a break.

You took a towel and your pyjamas so you could get a shower and you were on your way to the bathroom when you got a new notification, which you checked right away. In your message box was a text that was totally unexpected.

hyunn_wonn: hi there, love

You looked at it confused bringing your knees close to your chest after you had returned to your bed.

And then not the best idea came to your mind.

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fangirlies · 1 year

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Art Deco (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: You find yourself at a Nevermore party with your best friend Enid

Warning: mentions of alcohol many times, cursing. (If there is anything else I should add, please let me know)

Word count: 2,315 words

Inspired by ‘Art deco’ by the actual queen herself, Lana Del Rey. yes. i might mention her on every piece i write and i don’t want to hear any complaints.

You’re so art deco

Out on the floor

Shining like gun metal

Cold and unsure

You sing these lyrics as you slip on your skintight jeans. By night's end, were they going to cut your circulation? Absolutely, but you didn't seem to mind. When Enid urged you to dress to impress for the party tonight, you took her advice seriously. As soon as she said those words, it became clear to you who you intended to impress. After all, this was the first party you were attending since arriving at Nevermore. You never really had time to mingle outside of the few people you knew because of Enid since adjusting to a new life, new school, and new friends wasn't simple to say the least. However, you planned to change that tonight.

Young thing on the downtown scene

Rolling around at night

Got things that have yet to be seen

Like you’re rapper’s delight

You took one last glance in the mirror, adjusting the flyaway hair that was in your face, then picked up your phone and walked across the hall to Enid's room. Her door swung open before you even had a chance to knock.

“I’M SO EXCIT-“ her words cut off, “oh em gee y/n, you look so hot!” She said as she scanned your outfit.

“Thanks E, are you ready to go?”

“Yes and guess who I managed to convince to come with us?” Enid sang-- now pushing the door wider and exposing her roommate. Wednesday wore the same expression she normally wore, but you could tell she wasn’t so thrilled.

“Convinced or forced? Let me guess, she bribed you into coming out tonight?” letting out a breathy laugh as you asked the poor young girl being dragged to this party. “The offering was difficult to resist” the braided-black haired girl sighed as she walked past you into the hallway.

“I promised her I’d cover for her and hang out in Eugene’s bee house while she goes into Jericho” your friend let out a small giggle as she grabbed her coat and skipped away to reach her roommate. You, trailing not too far behind.

A little party never hurt no one

So you stay out late

A little party never hurt no one

That’s what your friends say

It wasn't until eyes began to follow your body down the stairs to the secret room that you realized how anxious you actually were. You felt absolutely nervous, but you had a gut feeling that Wednesday probably dreaded being here more than you did. Why was everyone staring? Where are you, exactly? You were so focused on your plan to speak to Xavier tonight that you failed to realize Enid leading the way behind an Edgar Allen Poe statue.

"Hey, happy you guys made it." you heard as Ajax's body emerged from the crowd of sweaty people. Your gaze shifted to Enid immediately. You could tell your nerves rubbed off on her as she was now speaking to her crush. The gorgon held out two red Solo cups filled with who knows what, Ajax continued, "I brought you guys a little something to start the night." As soon as you took a sniff, your stomach turned. Gross, you silently thought. Enid handed back the empty red solo cup to Ajax. “Is there any more?” she linked her arm with his before turning to give you a face and blending in with the crowd. That was impressive, the best plan to get your crush alone. You made a mental note of that one. Now being left alone with Wednesday -or so you thought. The dark-haired girl was nowhere to be found despite your best efforts to find her.

“Looking for me?” Xavier questioned with arrogance as he snuck up behind you, poking your sides teasingly.

You eventually glanced up at him after escaping his fingers, "You wish, loser." Could he BE anymore perfect? He had his hair pulled back from his face and was wearing a simple black shirt with baggy jeans. Gosh you loved when he would pick up his hair. His lengthy hair usually covered up his adorable facial features.

"It's nice to see you enjoying your youth and not being such a nerd for a change” Before taking a taste of his drink, he stated, "I was beginning to think I'd never see you in one of these things.”

“Parties aren’t really my thing”

The green-eyed boy grinned, "A little party never hurt no one," and motioned for you to take a sip from your nearly full cup.

You’re looking to score

When they all say hello

You try to ignore them

‘cause you want more

After a few hours listening to some of your favorite music and laughing uncontrollably at the ridiculous things your drunken friends were coming up with, you started to feel a little loose yourself. How many of these things have you had? At what point did they start tasting so good? You didn’t care, all that mattered was that you were having a good time. You drank all that was still in your cup in one gulp before dragging Enid out onto the dance floor by her hand. You let your body move freely, letting you hands lift past your head on the occasional beat drop. You felt as though you were on cloud nine. It's the most carefree you've ever felt. You saw your best friend's expression as you turned to face her and knew she felt the same way.

You were too busy enjoying the vibration running through your body to notice Xavier staring at you. He enjoyed watching you have fun and letting yourself go. His gaze was glued to your intoxicating smile. You were changing a variety of hues due to strobe lights. Oh my goodness, you were so beautiful to him. If he said he didn't love seeing your hips slowly swing to the beat of the music, he'd be lying. He asked himself, "How can I make her mine?" His attention briefly left you as he followed the hand that gently hit his chest. Ajax chuckled and walked over to Enid on the dance floor, “Dude, you’re staring. . It’s kinda creepy” Xavier’s gaze shifted back to you.

Over the music, you could hear someone shout, "Wow, look who it is!" close to your ear. To your dismay, you noticed that you were now facing Enzo as you turned around to check who was so relatively close to you. He was in your History class and would occasionally sit next to you to see if you’d finally take his offer on taking you out on a date. You always sweetly declined but he was persistent and that annoyed you. You gave him a sweet smile and turned your attention back to Enid in hopes that he’d go away and not ruin your cloud nine feeling. He drew closer to you as his hands snaked around your waist.

“You’re not going to say hello?” This time, he uttered a whisper only inches from your ear. You were taken aback. Starting to feel anxious. He was wasted. He was slurring his words, as if the smell of his breath wasn't enough of a warning. Despite your best efforts to get free of his tight grasp, you were utterly unsuccessful because of how much taller he was than you. . You were now starting to laugh nervously.

“En-enzo, you’re kind of hurting me”

He kept tightening his hold on you.

"She’s not interested." Xavier showed up just in time, like a hero saving the girl in one of those Marvel movies. His face showed no amusement and his hands were shoved in his pockets. He placed himself between you and Enzo, putting some space between you and your classmate who was obviously intoxicated.

Judging by the expression on her face, Enid was certainly shocked when you turned to look at her. You watched Enzo stepping back and raising both of his hands as you returned your focus to the two boys who were in front of you.

"My fault, Thorpe. Didn't know you and y/n were a thing," He appeared to be nearly afraid of Xavier. Why? You didn’t know, Xavier was a giant teddy bear. He would never even consider hurting a fly. “You okay?” Xavier turned to you, interrupting your thoughts. In all honesty, the events that just transpired were a little more than you can handle. Not knowing if it was because of Enzo or the many beverages you had consumed, you felt uneasy and your stomach began to turn.

“Yeah. . . yeah, I think I’m just going to head up to my room, I’m- I’m feeling a little light headed” giving Xavier a small smile before saying your good byes to Enid. She offered to walk you back but you knew she wasn’t ready to go yet. You assured her that your dorm wasn’t too far and that you’d be fine. “Now or never” you whispered in her ear, slightly shoving her towards Ajax.

You started to make your way to your room.

A little party never hurt no one

Not you and me

A little party never hurt no one

We were born to be free

You eventually managed to open the statue, which perhaps wouldn't have been as challenging if you had been a little more sober. Then, you emerged onto the quad. You could hear Xavier calling after you, "Hey!” You turned back to face him as he jogged to catch up to you.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" You exhaled a sigh and put your hand on your chest as you spoke.

He apologized while chuckling. His laugh was your absolute favorite song. You could listen to it all day long if you could.

"Do you mind if I walk you to your room?" he asked, gesturing toward Ophelia Hall.

“What’d I do to deserve my own personal body guard, hm?” he laughed once more. Was he tipsy or were you just extra funny today? You brushed that thought away as you turned, continuing your way to your dorm with Xavier by your side. The events that took place during the party were completely ignored by the two of you. You were appreciative that he didn’t bring it up. The entire situation made you feel slightly uncomfortable. You twirled the stray hairs that were now falling on your face while giggling like a schoolgirl talking to her crush as he was telling you some story about Ajax accidentally stoning himself when he looked into the mirror. He could hardly tell the story because of how much he was laughing.

As soon as you could see your room's door, your heart began to sink. You didn't want the night to end. You were finally experiencing some of that "cloud nine" feeling again, with Xavier serving as the reason this time. You stopped and stood right next to your door, now facing him.

You avoided making eye contact with the attractive boy as you joked, "Thanks for walking me, I guess the monsters saw you with me and decided they couldn't stand a chance."

You knew that in any classic rom-com, this was the scene where the boy says something funny, the girl laughs, and then he says something sweet about how much he liked her laugh before kissing her. However, you were aware it was not what to expect in this scenario. You two were friends. Just friends. And you weren’t going to ruin the night by doing something irrational.

He jokingly replied, "The monsters know better, plus who would I be if I let my girl walk alone?" You giggled until you realized what he had just said. When Xavier recognized what had come out of his mouth, he too froze, his eyes bulging.

“I- I meant girl friend. Wait, not girl friend. Just like a girl that’s a friend, ya know?” He stumbled over his words, trying desperately to correct his mistake but failing miserably. Ouch. You did what you knew how to do best and achieved a slight chuckle due to the awkward tension- attempting to hide the hurt of being referred to as a friend. I mean, its not like you didn’t know, y/n. Don’t act surprised. You were fiddling with your fingers as your head fell to the floor.

Xavier examined your face, knowing that he had just ruined this sweet moment between you two by talking entirely too much.

“I wouldn't mind if you were, you know.” After a brief pause, he said, "My girlfriend, I mean." Before your eyes met his, he gave your face one last inspection as he was about to open up to you.

"Seeing you smiling and enjoying yourself out there made me realize that I want to be another reason for your laughter." As he moved closer to you, causing your back to rest against the wall, heart skipping a beat as he continued, “And watching that dick put his hands on you made me realize just how much I would hate seeing you with anybody else." He threw up his arms and leaned them against the wall over you.

Blushing and avoiding his eyes as you whispered, "Xavier, you're drunk."

"Perhaps, but maybe I've just been meaning to tell you this for a while. After all, "drunk thoughts, sober feelings"

Xavier approached your lips slowly as he awaited your response. Your mind is currently going crazy. Is this actually happening? Sparks were now shooting down your spine as you met Xavier's lips. When you let out a soft moan, Xavier smiled against your lips but kept kissing you. You could feel your cheeks becoming a faint shade of rose.

The sound of someone clearing their throat startled you both.

You looked up to see Enid with a huge smile plastered on her face as she sat on Ajax’s back. Man did that girl love piggy back rides.

“Are we interrupting something?”

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A.N: oof I’d fold immediately on that dance floor. Kinda a slow burn, my Virgo rising makes me want to perfect little details so you can get the bigger picture.

PLEASE besties send me requests, I don’t bite 🤍

Part two of Need you now will maybe be up tomorrow night? Love to keep y’all waiting hehe

Hope you’ve had a good day friends! ✨🦋

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writing-mlm · 2 years

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Smelting talks (if they actually talked)

Hiccup Haddock x male reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: none

summary: Hiccup has a crush on you, the forger, and goes over to talk but can't seem to get past a greeting. Astrid decides to help him at least say more than three words.

Hiccup Haddock III, who, for as long as you could remember, had never had too much interest in forging. Nothing above the logistics. Just enough that he could make his own items, like the prosthetic Toothless wore. But ever since you had been taken under Gobber’s wing as his apprentice, Hiccup somehow managed to stop by every day.

Sometimes he claimed it was since he was chief and needed to make sure everything was going smoothly while other times he put in requests. Most of them were simple, like a dragon saddle or a new bolt for one of the ships but occasionally he’d ask for weapons and help with gathering forging materials.

The Smithy was almost painfully hot, with the blistering Berk heat, your sheepskin-clad outfit, and the fact that one of the dragons lit the grass on fire nearby, you were sure you were going to pass out. You swung down the hammer on the hissing red metal and felt the vibrations as it bent into the shape you hit it in. It was quickly turning a silver color, though, so with every third or so hit you had to stick it back in the coal pit.

“Working hard, eh?” Hiccup laughed as he poked his head inside the customer window. You looked over at him and nodded, barely able to wipe the sweat bedding on your forehead before the metal turned the same dangerous red as it had just moments before.

“And sweating like a pig, I tell ya!” Gobber smacked your back as you transferred the metal back to the metal table. “Snotlout broke his helmet and needs one before the race, (Y/n) here said he’d get it down by sundown the day after next,” By the tone of his voice you could tell Gobber thought you were in over your head.

“He has a big head, it’s easy,” You muttered with a wack of your mallet. “See? Almost done, ain’t he a pretty thing?” You turned to look at Hiccup as his eyes darted down from you to the almost complete helmet.

“You mean she,” Gobber grabbed a thick strip of metal and tossed it down in front of you.

“She’s for the woman-loving folk,” Taking a pair of tongs from the workstation, you picked up the metal and made your way to the fire pit. “And while they are very pretty, I prefer the men,”

With your back turned to Hiccup you couldn’t see the way his cheeks flared a bright red, how his eyes went wide and mouth agape. He looked over at Gobber who was laughing, muttering something about a past crush you had. From a book or something, Hiccup didn’t care. He was too busy replaying what you had said.

The more it processed the more red Hiccup got, it was so bad that when you turned around you thought the fire had been so hot as to make him look as if he had just stood in front of it for a little while.

“Are you okay, Hiccup?” You bit your glove off and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. “Ah, my hands warm. No use,” You laughed and put it back on. “Why don’t you go and get some cooler air. You’re burning more than the coal,” He nodded and walked away as you went back to working on the helmet.

“Astrid!” Hiccup shouted as he raced over to her as she was about to mount her dragon. “Astrid— guess what!” He panted, holding onto the dragon's scales for support.

“If it’s about (Y/n) again,” She warned with a half-serious glare. She had listened to him talk about you since they became friends. Even more so when they became fake lovers. It was painful, honestly, she couldn’t believe how fast Hiccup could talk about something other than dragons.

“It is—“ Astrid turned from him and went to tell Stormfly to take off. “But- but this is good news. I promise! He’s into guys, too!” Almost as if Astrid had forgotten about the countless nights she spent tossing pillows and threatening Hiccup to shut up about his stupid crush, she jumped off of Stormfly and landed in front of Hiccup.

“Tell me everything,” She demanded, although it wasn’t necessary since Hiccup was already fixing to tell her an exact recall of what had happened just minutes ago. But he might have gone into too much detail as Astrid shoved his face away before she gripped his shoulders. “Shorten it— nothing about how the sweat rolled down. I don’t care about that!”

“Okay… okay. So, he was working on a helmet for Snotlout and—“

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The following morning, after you had stayed up throughout the night to finish the helmet, you put the final details on the helmet. All that was left was to cast it in dragon's spit. Something Snotlout swore gave his helmet an extra boost of strength. He even got the rest of the island to believe it so it came as a standard practice.

Also, one that meant you had to collect dragon spit at least three times a week and no amount of pay were worth it.

You settled yourself on a patch of still-living grass and set the bucket of spit next to you before grabbing the contents of your bag from your side. Inside was an apron to keep spit from going on you, two brushes, and the helmet.

“So… (Y/n),” Astrid plopped herself down next to you. “Are you busy?” You dipped the horsehair brush into the spit and turned to her.

“How busy is covering a helmet in dragon spit?” You joked and slapped the brush on the inside of the helmet before gagging. “It smells so bad,” Smearing the inside, you saw Astrid get closer to the bucket before she quickly covered her nose.

“Seems…” She scooted away from the bucket. “Fun.”

“But, nope. Not busy,” Situation the helmet between your legs, you heard Astrid hum and then grumble something. But before you could get a chance to look at her, she tossed her arm over your shoulder.

“Are you into anyone? Snotlout or… Hiccup?”

“Definitely not Snotlout,” Jutting her away with the brush, you dipped it back into the bucket.

“And Hiccup?” She trailed off. You glanced over and shrugged before dropping your hands to your side, allowing the brush to slide down inside the helmet.

“He’s good-looking. But we haven’t had an actual conversation yet. He always runs off,” You explained, looking up at the clouds with a squint. “We used to be close, as kids. But then… I don’t know. We drifted apart? Maybe, he just stopped talking to me,”

“Really?” She perked up and you nodded through a tight-lipped smile and closed eyes.

“He… I knew I liked boys when I was around him. Maybe that’s why like he knew something. I don’t know, I never asked. I got over it by the time he found Toothless but—“

“It’s come back?” She finished. You sat up and angrily picked up the paintbrush.

“It’s stupid! Because I’m always working and I’m trying to not look at him and when he’s over I want to talk to him but— but—“ You groaned and slapped the brush on the outside of the helmet before reeling back as spit flew up. “He runs away and can’t keep a conversation! Just talk, y’know what I mean?”

“Maybe he’s shy…” She wiped the spit from the side of her face and rubbed it on the grass. “He could… feel the same way or… maybe he’s sorry about ignoring you,”

“Maybe,” With the helmet casted, you laid it on your apron and let it dry in the grass. “But until then—“ You turned to Astrid and smiled. “I’ll be working on my commissions,”

If there was one thing Astrid had learned from that conversation was that her best friend was utterly and completely stupid. She knew before, of course, the dude had managed to convince an entire dragon-hunting island to love dragons and that took a certain level of stupidity to even think of. But now— now that after years of hearing his wallow and pine just to hear he potentially ruined any chances he had before he even hit puberty was beyond her.

She stormed into his home, nearly scaring Toothless into blasting her and startling the baby dragons he had in his care since the nursery was being repaired.

“Hiccup Haddock the third!” She shouted and slammed the door shut. “Get down here or so Odin help you—“ Before she could finish her sentence she heard the clattering of items from the second floor before Hiccup came jumping down. He was struggling to put his leg on, and nearly tripped going down the stairs.

“What— What happened?” He looked around, panicked and frantic.

“You happened!” She stabbed her finger at his chest. “I just have a very insightful conversation with (Y/n) and guess what he told me,”

“What?”

—

Believe it or not, even after Astrid yelled and threw pillows at him, Hiccup still couldn’t bring himself to say more than three words before he cowered away. He tried every day, he managed more and more but by then a month had passed and Astrid had officially given up all hope.

“Nice—“ His eyes darted around the Smithy for something other than you to compliment. “Blueprints, hanging,” He pointed over to the wall and you followed.

“Oh, yeah. One of the kids wants matching swords for him and his friends, gave us these designs and I came up with those,” You picked up the blueprints and handed them to Hiccup. He took them and you leaned against the desk, your fingers clutching on the edge of the wooden table and your ankles crossed.

“These are nice, I didn’t know you made concepts,” Hiccup smiled up at you from the seat Gobber had forced him to sit on after he nearly knocked over a bucket of liquid metal.

“Oh yeah, I made a lot of the blueprints as of late. Gobber isn’t the most creative on paper,”

“I also like men,” He blurted and you blinked.

“Cool, thanks for telling me.” You turned away as a villager approached and gave in their ticket. “Hand me that saddle, Hiccup,” He nodded and scrambled to the saddle perched on the desk. It was heavy but he was no stranger to lifting heavy objects. With a small grunt, he lifted the saddle up and walked over to you.

“Here you go,” He laughed after you stared at him for a second too long.

“Shoot, right. Thanks,” He slid the saddle to you and you helped the man load it onto his wagon.

“You… have you ever liked me?” He asked suddenly and you whipped around to face him.

“I mean, yes. But that was a while ago,” You chuckled and stuffed a piece of metal into the fire pit. “I… sorta had a thing for you, I guess. I mean— crap. You got me soundin’ like you. Tongue-tied and all that,” You tossed the metal into a bucket of water and looked at Hiccup. “Yes, short and simple,”

“Is it still ongoing?” He pressed and took a step forward.

“Maybe, we haven’t talked like this in a while,” Clearing your throat, you settled yourself on a chair. “You haven’t talked to me like this in a while, I’ve been flirting with you for ages,”

��Really— it was flirting. I told Astrid but she said I was being hopeful,” Hiccup must’ve been unaware that he was talking out loud since as soon as he finished talking he looked at you as if you weren’t supposed to hear that.

“You talk to Astrid about me?” He quickly went red but admitted that he did.

“I talk to Gobber about you, if that helps,”

“It does,”

“Cool.” Getting up, you checked the sun and saw it was time for lunch. “Want to get some fish fries?” You asked, hanging your apron up and turning the fire off. Gobber was out sick so the forge didn’t have anyone to watch it while you took your break. And burning down the only forgery wasn’t the best thing to happen to the island.

“Sure, they got this new thing I’ve been wanting to try. Uh…” Hiccup looked up to the sky as if it would tell him the answer. “Fish chips!”

“I heard of that,” You nodded before turning your head over to him. “This is a date, right?” Hiccup stopped and coughed into his fist for a second.

“Yup— yes! Definitely, a date. Yes,” He puffed up his chest and guided you to the restaurant.

#hiccup x reader #hiccup haddock x reader #hiccup x male reader #hiccup haddock x male reader #x male reader #httyd #httyd x reader #httyd x male reader #hiccup haddock #mlm

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stonesylove · 3 months

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A night out in Berlin pt.4

"Babe"

Chapter 3 - Chapter 5

Alessandra was glad she got her alarm on when she woke up because she could never wake up on her own especially after a night out and even more when she had sex the night before, she looked over to the other side of the bed and he was there looking so hot even when he was asleep, Alessandra couldn’t believe what happened the night before but she didn’t have enough time to just sit down and daydream about the man sleeping next to her, so she got up put on her clothes getting mentally ready for the walk of shame to her home, it was truly a bad idea wearing a short shear dress in fall but as her best friend likes to say “A bitch never gets cold”. Alessandra took a cab and quickly texted him so Tom wouldn’t think that he was just a night stand or maybe she was the night stand but still it was worth taking the shot and inviting him for lunch, the Italian girl got to her flat around 8 am knowing she had to be at the studio at 8:30, at least it was close to her building.

The class went by as planned but Alessandra was completely sore from the night before, Tom was a big guy but she didn’t know a British man could do all those things, she thought that he was gonna be a fun vanilla man but she was so wrong, she knew she wouldn’t be giving her all and Giuliana was giving her funny looks through the mirror which made the situation more unserious, when the class ended Alessandra reached out for her phone in her bag to see a text from the British boy, and he was talking about his eyes but that message didn’t make sense to her until she realized she had posted a pic of her outfit and a little secret message for him, she loved that he take everything so lightheaded and didn’t make it serious.

Alessandra Di Maggio

well Tommy I know a couple blue eyed boys, so I had to shoot my shot and wait for someone to fall

My British boy (Tom)

Hmm I remember a short Italian girl kissing me outside of the club telling me that her favorite color was the color of my eyes 🤔

Alessandra Di Maggio

Such a hot girl move from that Italian girl

My British boy (Tom)

Yeah, she’s taking me out for lunch today

I need to talk about her riding techniques, I was impressed

Alessandra Di Maggio

Hold your horses cowboy and reverse cowboy

My British boy (Tom)

That doesn’t make sense but I’ll give it to you😂😂😂

Alessandra Di Maggio

You just ruined the moment with that emoji grandpa

But I’m down if you wanna teach me some new stuff

My British boy (Tom)

You can’t call me grandpa and then ask me to fuck you in new ways

I guess that’s how ipad kids flirt

Alessandra Di Maggio

I can’t please you, you don’t like my cowboy jokes and you don’t like the grandpa jokes

My British boy (Tom)

Baby you please me in every way possible but you’re way too funny sometimes

But that’s okay, we can search for your funny bone tonight

Alessandra Di Maggio

Maybe we can also search for your hair bald guy

My British boy (Tom)

I know the buzzcut turns you on funny girl

But I rather see you looking out for your clothes tomorrow morning

Alessandra Di Maggio

We will see, don’t be so desperate let me rest

See you at 2 o’clock outside of your hotel British boy

Alessandra didn’t know how to feel about Tom yet, of course he really knew how to make her scream and she loved that but she didn’t want to get too caught up with him. Time passed by pretty fast to her liking and when she was brought back to reality she was waiting for the tall man outside of his hotel; she saw his figure walking out of the lobby and fuck he knew how to look like the hottest man alive. “Hi funny girl” Tom said hugging the short girl, “Hi daddy” Alessandra said making him laugh so loud.

“I like experimenting but I don’t think the “daddy thing” is something I like” Tom said catching his breathe, “You don’t like any of the nick names I gave you, literally such a boomer” she said trying to sound hurt but she loved to poke fun at him “Would you prefer if I call you tom nice balls?” She tried to be as serious as she could while saying that, to what Tom shrug his shoulders and said “okay nice tits”; the stupid conversation continued until they arrived to the café.

“So Tommy nice balls what’s your movie about” Alessandra said after ordering, “It’s the hunger games prequel” Tom said without wanting to give much detail because he knew he couldn’t so he tried to guide the conversation somewhere else; they talked about Alessandra’s work in the ballet company, she told Tom about the fall-winter schedule and maybe if he was in town he could go and see one show even tough she felt immediate regret because of Tom’s reaction talking about how he didn’t know what his schedule would be and that maybe he wouldn’t make it so he won’t make any promises, the Italian girl knew she wasn’t that important to him but she wanted to at least show him what she did for living. The lunch “date” was everything she could’ve wish for, they ate this croissant sandwich that he had to take some pictures of, they talked so much about life, what their dreams were, Alessandra told him about her plan of applying for the royal ballet in London or the American ballet theater in New York but she still had to finish the current season, at the end of the lunch, while Tom was being over dramatic about something that happened on set she saw how he phone screen lighted up and a text from someone saved as

“Babe” appeared on the screen.

For the first time in a while Alessandra didn’t know to feel, of course they weren’t something serious not even a situationship but still she felt like a knot was forming in her stomach, saying something wasn’t an option she didn’t had any right to ask him about it so Alessandra decided to act like she didn’t see that and everything was perfect; after paying and walking out of the small café Tom tried to grab her hand but she made the excuse that it was freezing so putting her hands in her pockets were the only option, “so what do you want to do know” Tom said with a face she couldn’t describe, maybe he noticed something was off with her but she didn’t wanted to give it away, “To be honest I’m a little bit tired so if you want we can go back to my place and watch a movie or something, I know I’ll be home alone for the rest of the day” she said in a stupid impulse, he enjoyed his company and at the end she wanted to at least be friendly until she knew more about “Babe”. They walked to her place joking and talking, it felt like they’ve known each other for all their lives and she loved that both had a similar sense of humor, as they enter the small apartment Alessandra hanged her coat and asked tom for his, “Do you wanna watch the hunger games or billy the kid” she said making fun of him “I love that scene in billy the kid were everyone can see your ass” Tom was shocked but wouldn’t back down either “I’m really proud of my ass, I think the light reflected so beautiful on it” he said making the Italian girl laugh so hard she could felt how she was losing her breathe, they ended up watching this cute romcom she was obsessed with call “love,Rosie”, Tom had a lot of opinions bout how the main character was an asshole and they just needed to ask the other about how they felt ever and that made Alessandra think how his exact words were the same situation they were living.”Well I better get going tomorrow is going to be a long day in set” tom said to then kiss the short girl, took his stuff and got out the apartment.

When Tom was gone Alessandra looked him up on instagram checking his comment section to see if she could found any comment that would lead her to “babe”, she knew that all she was doing was crazy but the curiosity was eating her alive but this was something she needed to do; Alessandra read all the comments on all his post but every women that commented was either a fan or a friend so she started to think that maybe she had read that wrong and maybe it didn’t said babe but she was sure of what she saw.

Tom Blyth posted a story

Alessandra Di maggio answered the story

Oooh you went out with someone to eat croissants

Tom Blyth

Yes yes with a cute Italian girl but almost had to grab a high chair for her.

Alessandra Di maggio

You are such a funny guy 🙄

Alessandra decided to post some fun pic of her last couple of weeks also a great bikini pic that went with the aesthetic, specially a pic she took of Tom massaging her feet the night they watched films in her apartment and fuck his hands were HOT, also a pic she took in their night out of him dancing on a table.

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Alessssa REd BabE or something like that

Tomblyth great masseur you got there

alessssa might book another session for this week

giuli_123 coke add?

alessssa yes, and?

Username1 hottest girl alive

Username2 live your best life girl

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Tomblyth Dumb blonde out and about

Username1 from who are those hands hun????

Usename2 must be Rachel

Username3 she doesn’t have long hair rn

Hunterschafer your almost a Berlin boy now

(Tom liked the comment)

Username4 RUE WHEN WAS THIS????

alessssa fav natural blonde

Tomblyth 100% natural, grow by me

Username5 babe who’s this

Username6 private profile??

Username7 grow up, men can have friends

Joshandrerivera living your best life Tommy boy

(Tom liked the comment)

Rachezegler that’s some nice red polish

Username8 right?????

Username9 those are your hands???

Username10 MOTHER

After the date they had or well she didn’t know what to called what was that but she had an amazing time with Tom but she couldn’t get out of her head the thought of him having someone else in the States, she knew this wasn’t something serious but she didn’t want to be the other woman, that’s why she decided to text him get the conversation started and ask him about that.

Alessandra Di Maggio

So do you have a girl in every country you work in?

My British Boy (Tom)

That’s not funny Alessandra 🙄

Do you think I’m a fuck boy?

Alessandra Di Maggio

Don’t call me Alessandra🙄🙄

I’m not judging

My british Boy (Tom)

That’s your name pretty girl

I won’t call you a Alessandra if you won’t call me fuck boy

Alessandra Di Maggio

I promise you I won’t call you a fuck boy

But being serious you don’t have a girl back home?

(Delivered 2:22 am)

#tom blyth #tbosas #tom blyth imagine #billy the kid #coriolanus snow #coryo snow #billy the kid 2022 #coriolanus snow x reader #tom blyth x you #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth smut #tomblythedit #president snow

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alltimefail-sims · 1 month

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Okay friends I need to talk about this little girl for a second because Shereé is so!!!!! freaking!!! cute!!!!! I can't stand it!!!

I didn't want to take the spotlight off of Terrance in my main submission post, but let's talk about Shereé a little bit!

Fun headcanons about the Chapman family below the cut! ❤️❤️❤️

When I was dressing her up and adding little details to each outfit category I wanted the baubles in her hair to be different colors to reflect my vision of Shereé sitting cross-legged on the living room floor while Terrance sits on the sofa behind her, swapping each one out to match her outfit for the day. 🥺💕

Also you can't really see them super well in the screenshots but she is wearing diamond studs in the shape of her favorite cartoon character, Hello Kitty! I imagine they were her first "big girl" earrings - the first ones she got to switch the standard piercing studs out with - and they were a birthday present from her dad!!

Speaking of ear piercings: when the Claire's associate pulled out the piercing guns Terrance was more scared than Shereé was lmao. He might have shed a tear or two because (1) when she initially flinched at the pain he nearly died and (2) he was hit with the overwhelming feeling that his baby girl is growing up waaaaaay too fast!

Shereé is kind of a picky (and bougie) eater and that's what got Terrance into cooking in the first place!! He was a chronic doordasher before she came around! When Shereé tries something at a restaraunt and likes it, Terrance enjoys the challenge of making the dish at home "but better." He's successful about 45% of the time 😒 (lol).

I said in the OG post that Shereé wants to be "a superstar" when she grows up and that's because she loooooooves to sing, dance, and play her piano! I imagine she would be a drama club and choir girly, but if ballet was a thing in game she would do that as well! I also imagine she goes to weekly private piano lessons. She's just super damn talented and Terrance will tell anyone and everyone in the vicinity about it!

Terrance lets Shereé try out her new nail polish colors on him and sometimes they will even play spa, dress-up, makeover, fashion show, etc. Terrance does not GAF about boy game this girl game that he's just gonna play and make his daughter happy!

Like her peers she was not immune to the TikTok influencer Stanley cup madness unfortunately, but she is "Way too mature" to bully anyone! But tbh if Terrance found out she was being a bully over a damn cup he would toss that shit in the trash with a quickness anyway 😂

Shereé can be heard saying "You're too grown for that daddy" at least once a day. He will never escape the childish allegations, not even from his own daughter lmao.

When I went into their household in game the first autonomous thing Shereé did was complain about the heat... so I guess she doesn't like summer very much and especially doesn't like hot weather 😂

Also I got an ask about how to pronounce Shereé and I would pronounce is SHER-RAY as opposed to SHER-REE, if that makes sense. (I couldn't find a video with this specific pronunciation but if you've ever seen The Real Housewives of Atlanta I believe Shereé Whitfield pronounces it like this as well!!!)

Okay I'm gonna shut up - I've gotten the oversharing about these characters out of my system (for now). I'll end this with the cute popups they got about each other in the literal miniscule 5 mins I spent in their household:

Obsessed with them, genuinely and truly. My heart can't take it

***Please ignore that her accented 'e' is missing from the whims. I was just testing the household. Her name is correct now <3 These sentiments were too cute not to share though

#ts4 #simblr #ts4 cas #the sims 4 #show us your sims #the sims community #sims 4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #my ocs #oc: terrance #oc: shereé

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slashersthings · 7 months

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bad idea, right? // Billy Loomis x Reader

“God this place is crowded.” Your friend groans out from somewhere behind you. You were eager to agree with her while you slide on top of a barstool, fingers tapping the sticky bar counter while waiting to order drinks.

The night out of partying had been unexpected but welcomed in your eyes. You definitely needed to chill out and get drunk for once in your life. Or at least that’s what everyone always told you.

So that’s how you found yourself at this overcrowded and chaotic bar, wearing a tight little black dress that was way too short than you were used to. It rides up your thighs when you sit down and with a sigh, you tug the hem down as much as the fabric would allow.

But after two rum and coke’s you were feeling much better and even let your more wild friend drag you with her to the dance floor. You laugh and sway your hips, feeling good to let loose for the night.

You danced with her for a good while, but she soon got distracted by a random stranger and you watch on as she gets swept up in muscular arms and tanned skin, a twinge of jealousy irking you.

You reach the bar again, trying, but failing desperately to get the busy bartender’s attention so you could order a third drink. You were just about to give up when a gruff voice from beside you says, “You should try being a bit more aggressive.”

You weren’t asking for advice but something inside you compels you to reply with a, “Is that so?”

The voice belonged to a man that looked to be your age you notice when you glimpse at him. The next thought that popped in your brain was how incredibly hot this guy was.

He offers you a sly grin before hollering for the bartender, ordering two drinks and two shots.

You quirk a brow when a glass of rum and coke comes your way down the counter, followed by a shot of tequila. “Trying to get me drunk?”

“Will you stay here if I say yes?”

Without answering, you tap his shot glass and knock back the liquor, wincing as it burned down your throat before dropping the glass back to the countertop. “God, I hate tequila.”

You reach for your more liked rum and coke, taking a long sip as your new friend laughs to himself. “I hope I got your drink right.”

You were a little taken aback that he had in fact gotten it right. “Yes.”

“Was that a yes to your drink or yes you’ll stay?”

He was smirking now, that smugness making you feel all sorts of things as you wiggle on the bar stool. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

“Well you haven’t gotten up and left yet, so…”

That was true. Plus it wasn’t like you could turn down a free drink. So with a discreet smile, you take another sip. “My name’s Y/N.”

“Billy.” He answers.

You felt yourself unable to stop staring at him.

Not only was he hot, but he also had this bad boy vibe mixed with a little bit dangerous that made you oddly attracted to him as you move in closer. “Here alone?” You ask him, feeling a rush of confidence thanks to the liquor coursing through your veins.

“Nah, my friend is here somewhere dancing.”

“Likewise. Guess that leaves you and me.”

“Something tells me you don’t mind that.”

You duck your head when a pretty blush creeps up your face. You distract yourself by taking another long swig of your drink, finally answering with a simple, “Maybe.”

“Something also tells me that you’re here to get some revenge.”

You turn back to him, shocked. Had you been that obvious? “The dress, the attitude, not telling me to take a hike,” Billy continues, pointing out every single dutiful aspect of your revenge scheme, almost like he had been there with you earlier picking out the outfit.

“So what’d he do?”

“Fucked my friend.” You admit honestly.

“He’s an idiot.” You nod in agreement, finishing off your drink with a sigh. “Well then you deserve to have some fun.”

“That’s what everyone tells me.”

“So when was the last time you had any?”

Your brow raises. The smirk on his face implied that he was no longer referring to just plain fun as he leans against the bar, watching you.

“Too long.”

His eyes run down your body slowly then back up to find you waiting expectantly for a response. “I could help change that, if you want.”

Oh you wanted. You shift in your seat, squeezing your thighs together, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Billy.

“Yes.”

—

Your entire body was on fire with need as Billy pushes you backwards onto his bed and climbs on top of you. You had lost your dress and bra somewhere along the way, maybe between the front door and his bedroom but you didn’t really care of the whereabouts.

Not when Billy was kissing you hard, tongue sweeping into your mouth as you’re dragged from your thoughts and back to the present.

Your hands fly to his hair as you moan and open your mouth, tasting the liquor he’d been drinking earlier at the bar.

You roll your hips against him, moaning again at the contact. “How long’s it been?” Billy asks and leans up slightly, hands running down your body as you think for a second.

“… Erm, a month?”

“Was he good?”

“He wasn’t terrible.”

Billy quirks a brow, that damn smirk returning to his lips as you grind against him. “Ringing endorsement, Y/N.”

Your name on his lips has you moaning, hips bucking as his fingers glide down between your thighs then back up again, purposefully ignoring your whine of protest when he didn’t go right to where you desperately wanted him.

“He was decent.” You offer again, muscles twitching at his low chuckle while his hands slide back up to your chest, fingers brushing against your nipples.

“Yeah?” Billy questions, “What’d he do that was so exciting for you? Was it his tongue, or was it his fingers?”

“Fingers I guess.” You answer quickly, shrugging. “He wasn’t into… y’know.”

“What a shame.” He mutters, lips finding your neck as he presses sloppy kisses from your throat to your collarbone, tongue sliding across your skin. His fingers dance back down your stomach, asking, “Was he even good at fingering you?”

The words have you moaning, coupled with Billy’s expert fingers running down your thighs and back up again, toying with the lace edge of your panties. “Hmm? How wet did you get for him?”

You were incapable of thinking about your previous boyfriend but what you did know was that Billy’s questions alone already had you incredibly wet and he hadn’t even really touched you fully yet.

Your hips grind against his fingers, but when you don’t answer, he stops out of the blue. You whine again, eyes opening to glare up at him.

“You can take these off, you know.” You were referring to your underwear, and he chuckles again.

“Oh I know. A little eager, aren’t we?” He taunts you with a smirk, his fingers skating under the band of your panties, discovering just how wet you were already.

You whimper when he withdraws his fingers after a second. “Did you get this wet for your ex boyfriend?”

“I don’t think you did,” Billy adds, answering for you since all you could coherently do was groan out a curse. “I think you like it like this. You like being talked to, you like being told to wait.”

“Fuck,” You moan again, the heat growing in your stomach making it hard to concentrate on anything but that. You had never wanted to be utterly ravaged like this before.

“Am I right, Y/N? Did he ever get you this wet before?”

“No.” You admit, shaking your head.

Instead of responding, he kisses you again, then down your neck, down down until he finds your breasts and kisses patterns across them, tongue flicking against your nipples.

You moan, hips bucking, fingers tightening in his hair as his mouth moves down your body, licking and sucking on every inch of your skin.

He groans when he reaches your underwear, helping to take them off of you before carelessly tossing them to the floor by his bed.

You weren’t expecting the first lick of his tongue against your exposed clit, a rush of moans and curses falling from your lips. He leans back and chuckles, pressing soft kisses all along your thighs.

“Your boyfriend didn’t like going down on you?”

His voice was a mixture of annoyance and judging as his tongue darts back out to flick against your clit again, your moans sounding like music to his ears as he laps at your wet folds.

“Oh, fuck,” You groan out when he increases his pace, hips bucking against him. A loud cry is ripped from your throat, back arching as you squirm and moan Billy’s name.

His tongue circles your sensitive bud, flicking it as your cries grow more louder and desperate for release. Your hips roll once then twice, crashing forward as a spasming tremor hit you, flowing out in a hot wave as you fall back on the bed and attempt to catch your breath.

Billy crawls back up your body, pulling you in for a kiss after your first orgasm. His tongue slides across your bottom lip, swallowing your breathless moan as you taste yourself.

Thank god you came out tonight.

#kind of smutty #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #scream #horror one shot #horror

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omg okay so i just had an idea; imagine being saul's hot young newly- wed wife & you come into the office & bring him his lunch everyday which drives him absolutely insane so he brags about you all day long 😩😩

I’m a sucker for the shotgun wedding trope, especially because New Mexico is close enough to Nevada for them to have a Vegas wedding

Like imagine he’s there just for the weekend to let off some steam and somehow he gets hella drunk and he wakes up in bed with some random girl and uhhhh is that a marriage certificate

He’s fumbling around trying to check the legitimacy of it when she rolls over and blinks the sleep out of her eyes, giving him a soft smile.

“What’s that?” She murmurs, soft hands gliding over his wrist to tilt the paper into her view.

“Legal documentation of our holy matrimony.” He furrowed his eyebrows at the sheet of paper, still denying the fact he needed reading glasses.

“Hm?” She giggles at hearing such big words so early in the morning, lazily resting her head on his shoulder.

“Marriage certificate,” he answered gruffly, heaving out a long sigh.

“We’re married?” Her eyes widened, surprised but seemingly not upset by the situation.

“Yep-“ A smirk crept onto her face as she stretched her leg over his lap and straddled him. “Uh-what are you-“ she cuts him off with a short kiss, winding her arms around his shoulders.

“Well we have to consummate the marriage, don’t we?” She looked up at him, batting her lashes and biting her lip in a very seductive way.

Most people would have gone and got the marriage annulled. That was the usual response to waking up next to someone you don’t know the name of and finding out you’re married.

Or at the very least the normal response wouldn’t be going along with it and moving in together like a real married couple. But after that first morning he would be hard pressed to let a woman like her get away.

To everyone else she seems like a gold digger. She’s probably 20 years younger than him, prancing around in designer minidresses that she’d have no means to purchase on her own.

Not that he minds.

He gets off on her spending his money. Like she saunters into his office in an outfit that costs more than most peoples rent and she’s slapping a magazine on his desk and pointing at a pair of shoes with a little pout on her face.

And he’s like “honey, you already have those.”

She rolls her eyes and points to another pair of shoes in a slightly darker shade. “No I have those, these are a different color.”

“You know you don’t have to ask, get whatever you want.” He reached his hand around her waist but since he’s sat down and she’s standing up his hand is really more on her ass.

“Maybe I just wanted to come see my husband,” she cooed, settling down on his lap and twirling his tie around her finger.

“Yeah? Lemme guess, you maxed the card again?” He gave her a knowing look, smoothing a hand over her thigh and shaking his head. He tried to come across as annoyed but he couldn’t stop the grin pulling at the corner of his lips.

She answered his question with a kiss, pulling him against her by tugging his tie. “Mhmm,” she mumbled into his mouth.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll get you some cash in a minute.” The promise of money doesn’t deter her from her quest of licking into his mouth, moving onto pressing lipstick stains to his neck when he has to take a phone call.

She brazenly teases her hands over the bulge in his pants and watching the muscle in his neck strait as he grits his teeth, trying to remain calm and keep quiet about her fondling him.

With some half baked excuse he hangs up the call and she turns bashful with his full attention on her. “You’re such a tease,” he groans.

“Isn’t that why you married me?”

“Nah. I married you for this rack.” He teased, hands squeezing her tits to get the point across. “Do we have time for a quickie?”

“That all depends on you, dear. Get to work, I don’t have all day.” Her tone is sharp and demanding but she’s already pushing her skirt up and pulling her panties to the side before he can even reply. All bark no bite.

“Yes ma’am.” Their ‘quickie’ turns into an hour and a half lunch break, interrupted multiple times by banging on his door alerting him that there were customers waiting.

When everything is done she sits in his chair, watching him carefully button his dress shirt, a satisfied smirk playing on her face.

“OH! I brought you something.” She dug around in her purse and fished out a canister of homemade soup. “Have a nice lunch, honey.”

He grabbed her by the waist, seeing her off with a kiss and $20,000 cash shoved into her purse.

#bcs #Saul goodman #Saul goodman x reader #jimmy mcgill x reader

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Station 19 6x18

Can Theo go? How more toxic can he be? Writers really said, "Oh you hate Sullivan? Let me show you someone worse". What an asshole. Making out with Kate just because Vic was proud of Andy. Who, mind you, is one of her closest friends and has been fighting for that position for a long time.

Captain Herrera, fucking finally. I hope that storyline ends there. We don't care about that anymore. She is going to be a great captain. Let her be captain until season 11, at least.

I wish we had seen a conversation between Maya and Andy about the captaincy.

Jack lost consciousness, so he couldn't tell Vic what he saw. If they kill Jack, I'm suing. He is just a dumb guy, and he doesn't deserve that. I hated him when he was part of Maya and Carina, but he is getting his life together.

Travis has been a shitty friend to Vic, btw. Vic told him what happened with Theo and Travis just saying "Sometimes that happens".

I love we got to see more of Vic and Andy together.

As much as I loved those scenes with Maya and Carina in their apartment. I wished they were on the opening scene. That looked like fun. Maya and Carina are always out of the group.

Are Maya and Carina going to adopt that baby? I know Carina wants to give birth, but they just brought that pregnant lady for Carina to do something? Or is Jack adopting the baby?

What the hell is this? I want a written essay about why Carina flinches like that. Couldn't this scene be like 5 seconds longer?

I'm so annoyed that Carina had to wear her wedding outfit to the ball. You are telling me she didn't have any other dress??? ANY OTHER DRESS??? Why? What was the point? Why do the writers hate Carina so much? She could have gone and bought anything. I'm sure she has gone to some events that required formal dress.

I can't even enjoy her scenes at the ball because of that damn outfit.

I'd never forget Danielle for giving Maya bangs. I know it's just hair, but Maya is not a bangs woman. She wears her hair slicked in a tall ponytail, controlled and put together. Bangs are carefree.

Danielle looks beautiful, but that's not Maya. She could have waited a week to get bangs. I'm in mourning.

It wasn't even mentioned. When she cut her hair short, it made sense. It was a beautiful moment, and she looked very hot. But those bangs just, I don't know. I'd never question Danielle's acting choice, but I feel that this episode was more Danielle than Maya.

This was a good episode. I hope they keep this energy for future epsidoes

I'd love to see them getting ready for the ball. Maya and Carina with the group. They teasing Maya and Carina for being late. CARINA WITH A NEW DRESS (This bothers me so fucking much)

This was my favorite kiss, btw. I guess I'm a sucker for fluff. I loved this scene so much. Even tho We should have seen Maya topping Carina.

Anyways we survived Krista, and I hope next season is better. Zoanne Clack and Peter Paige, here are my recommendations:

Someone tell Danielle to put this pic on Maya's locker.

Bisexual Vic

Theo gone. Bring another female firefighter. (Latina, please?)

Redemption for Sullivan (I like Boris; I don't want him gone, ok?) Can they do something to make him likable? Please. He can be funny. We can save him.

Baby Deluca-Bishop (Bishop-Deluca still sounds better. If Maya weren't so whipped by her wife), It's time. I didn't want a baby, but I'm tired of this storyline. Just give them a baby, please.

More Carina Deluca in action

More Vic, Maya, and Andy together

More fires

More silly episodes

Whoever is reading fanfics realizes that Marina's baby should be named Andrea.

Maya and Carina change the sheets. Please, I'm begging. I'll change them myself if I have to.

P.S: Whoever edited this deserves an award. So unserious.

#station 19 #maya bishop #carina deluca #andy herrera #vic hughes #rambles #marina #maya x carina #danielle savre #stefania spampinato #jaina lee ortiz #barrett doss

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Rock You Like a Hurricane

Requests are open | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (perv) Female!Reader

Word count: 3416

Summary: Twice you've been enjoying each other's company now, and Eddie keeps thinking about you. But when he finds you sitting in his apartment when he comes home, you scare him nearly to death. A little punishment leads to a lot more.

Warning/Tags: shameless smut/porn, dirty talk, bit ofmasturbation (f), vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (m receiving), deepthroating, breast fucking, shower sex, multiple orgasms (let me know if I missed anything) | 18+ MINORS DNI

A/N: WELL I guess this turned into a series now, but you can read each part by itself and don't need the others for this. This is smut after all (probably should call this porn instead of smut). And the wonderful @ethereal27cereal came up with the Naughty Neighbours, so I'll just name the series like that. Thanks for that, love

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Naughty Neighbours Series: Part 1 | Part 2

Work had been a hassle with customers that changed their mind mid-tattoo and that one woman, who’d been trying to get something more of him when she brushed the back of her hand against him again and again in places where her hand had no business being. At first he’d thought it had just been an accident, but when she’d told him that she could come back later to show him how grateful and happy she was about her new tattoo, there had been no doubt about her intentions. But Eddie had politely declined. And then not so politely when she’d waited in front of the shop for him after they’d closed. Eddie had gone back in to wait until she got bored and went home.

Maybe, a couple of weeks ago, he might have taken her up on that offer, but not now. That night he’d spent with you, after he’d just climbed over the balconies when your door had been open, had been in his mind ever since. It had only been a couple of days since that night, but you’d been on his mind all the time. And he wanted to repeat that, wanted to hear your pretty moans again, and he would certainly knock on your door, but first he had to get home and get changed.

When Eddie turned on the lights and closed the door, he was ready to head for the fridge and pour himself a big glass of Whiskey. It had been a long day, but he was glad that he didn’t have anything in his hands when he turned around and saw you on his sofa.“Jesus H Christ!” placing a calming hand over his heart, he stared at you, but his lips slowly pulled up into a smirk, as his eyes landed on the black lace panties, the matching garter belt and stockings that adorned your legs. He dropped to his knees, bracing himself on the hand that was not clutching his heart. “You’re trying to kill me, right? Scaring the bejesus out of me and then looking like that!”

“Well, just wanted to return the favour!”

You were nervous, there was no denying it, because you’d never done anything like that. Even before, you’d worried about what to wear, whether this was the right decision, but you were here now. It was a good thing that you had a whole drawer full of pretty underwear, because that at least made you feel a little sexy while you were sitting here in front of him, heart racing in your chest. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him, about his hands all over your body, his eyes watching you as you touched yourself, because he’d wanted to watch you. This night had fueled your dreams and fantasies, and you wanted more.

“In scaring me half to death?” He smirked, slowly getting back up on his feet to close the distance between you. “You’re lucky that you’re so incredibly hot, especially in that outfit.” His eyes raked over your body, swallowing hard, because he wanted to throw you over his shoulder and carry you down the hall to repeat just what you’d done the last time, but then he thought better of it. “Still… need a little punishment for scaring me like that.”

“Ohh,” you managed, breath catching in your throat, and you felt your arousal shoot straight to your core because of his words. You were willing to try new things with him. That was the beauty of this… arrangement? If you could even call it that, because both of you had kind of slipped right into this without talking about it. But you trusted him, felt comfortable enough to explore new things and even voice your needs.

“I mean…” Eddie pedalled back a little, licked his lips thinking about how to word his thoughts. He didn’t want to scare you away, not now that he’d gotten a taste of you. But all this had to be completely consensual.

“No, you’re right.” You said getting off the couch to drop to your knees in front of him. You looked up at him through your lashes. “I need to be punished for that.” The small smile that was playing on your lips betrayed your words a little bit, but you achieved what you wanted with them: That Eddie felt comfortable in his position again. You could see it immediately, the way his eyes glazed over, the way he palmed his growing erection through his pants.

“I’m glad that we’re on the same page.” Eddie smirked, brushing his knuckles across your cheek. “You’re gonna get to work yourself or you need me to tell you?” His thumb brushed over your plump bottom lip, and he groaned when your tongue darted out to meet his thumb. You could see him getting impatient when he pulled back his hands to unbuckle his belt.

You pushed his hands away and opened his jeans, pulled them down along with his boxers. The sigh of relief from Eddie’s lips made you look up at him when you licked the palm of your hand before you wrapped it around his dick. You felt him shiver slightly at the touch. Eddie managed to pull his shirt over his head to get that out of the way, before he looked back down at you.

Your hand started moving along his length, pumping him until he was fully hard, which didn’t take long. Eddie gathered your hair in one hand to hold it back from your face, eyes fixed on you when you ran your flat tongue along the underside of his cock, swirled your tongue around the head. You closed your lips around him and sucked, your hand still holding him at the base.

“Fucking hell… that feels good!” He’d been thinking about this among other things, but especially about your plump lips wrapped around his cock while you looked up at him. And you didn’t disappoint, no, it was even better than in his imagination.

When you took him deeper, you could hear him groan, the grip on your hair tightening. You put your hands on his thighs, urging him on when you felt his hips buck against you, pushing himself even deeper, making you gag.

“Such a pretty little mouth… doing such dirty things…” He panted, his hips thrusting forward again, but you didn’t stop him, instead you urged him on. This was your punishment, but you enjoyed it way more than you’d probably like to admit. “Taking my cock so well, sweetheart…”

You moaned around his cock when you heard his words, the vibrations making him gasp. You relaxed your throat, when you took all of him, your nose buried in the fine curls above his dick. You nearly made him fold in on himself, because he hadn’t expected that. When you pulled back slightly, Eddie couldn’t control himself and thrust into your mouth. Tears started pricking your eyes, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the blissed out look on Eddie’s face when he looked down at you and fucked your throat, muttering something you couldn’t make out. But then he pulled back, leaving you gasping for air. Your right hand came up to wipe at the corners of your mouth, to wipe the drool away, while Eddie stood in front of you.

“As heavenly as that was, I don’t wanna shoot my load down your throat. Not today.” Eddie said with a smirk, and you couldn’t help but whimper at his words. Another promise of more that made you clench your thighs together. You knew that your panties were already soaked with your own slick, because pleasing him like this had only made your own arousal grow even more. And then you remembered what you’d said the last time. That he could fuck your tits next time.

You scrambled to your feet only to sit on the sofa, which gave you the perfect height for this. Eddie stepped in front of you, eyes fixed on your slightly swollen lips, before he looked back into your eyes.

“As pretty as that bra is… take it off!” And you followed, reached one hand around your back to unclasp the bra and let it fall down to the floor.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” He brushed his fingertips over your cheek, but then dropped them down to your tits, his thumbs brushing over your erect nipples, making you let out a little moan. “Yeah, fucking perfect… and these gorgeous tits…” He cupped them with his hands and pushed them together, prodded his cock against them. “You gonna let me fuck these perfect tits of yours?” He was waiting for your approval, because even though you’d mentioned it the last time, didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to change your mind.

“God yes,” you breathed out, the thought already making you even wetter. Your hand wrapped around his cock and led him between your tits, and he slid between them easily, still lubed up from your spit and his precum. Eddie didn’t waste any time and bucked up his hips again and again, eyes fixed on your tits while his thumbs rolled your nipples beneath them again and again.

“Such a fucking good girl… you’re a dream come true!” You looked at his face, at the pleasure you could see there, knowing that you were the reason for that, and that definitely boosted your ego. But you were getting desperate for some friction as well. Since he was pushing your tits together, your hands were free, and so you found yourself running your left hand down your body to disappear into your panties, only to be greeted by your own arousal coating your fingers immediately. You rubbed them over your clit, moaning out Eddie’s name. That certainly got Eddie’s attention, and his eyes wandered down to see what you were doing.

“Oh yeah, rub that clit for me. Make yourself feel good. You deserve it! Been such a good girl tonight.” He rambled, he always did when he got close. His movements got sloppier, because he tried to get a glimpse at your hand in your panties, but you managed to pull his eyes back towards your lips when you stuck your tongue out to touch the head of his cock with every thrust he gave you. “Jesus Christ, you’re really something… Letting me fuck your tits like that… Goddamn, I’m so close… Are you close?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled an answer, your fingers rubbing your clit a bit harder, getting you closer and closer to the edge. You’d never been so close so fast, but this whole situation was something that had you longing for more. More of this, more of him, and you could have probably come just from giving him that pleasure.

“Go ahead… make yourself come. I wanna see you, hear these beautiful noises from you!” Eddie pretty much ordered, while he let go of your tits, taking his cock into his own hand while he watched you. Your eyes were fixed on him as you felt that coil inside you tighten even further before it finally snapped and your cunt clenched around nothing, sending wave after luxurious wave through your body. Your legs trembled, your hands haltet in their movement, while you chanted his name over and over. Eddie Eddie Eddie!

Seeing and hearing you like this made Eddie let go as well. He’d needed to see you like this to let go, and he grunted and cursed when he shot his load all over your chest, milking himself dry with his fist, until you were both a panting mess.

You slowly pulled your hand out of your soiled panties, but before you could do anything else or say anything, Eddie wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you up and into his arms, not caring that his own seed was no pressed against his chest, he just needed to hold you.

“Shit, are you okay?” he asked into your neck, placing a surprisingly gentle kiss against the skin, while his fingertips made their way down your back.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked with a laugh, pulling back slightly to look at him. “That was fucking intense… and amazing.”

“Good.” You saw relief wash over him before he tilted your head up to kiss your lips. “Didn’t know if all that was… okay. We haven’t exactly talked about a lot.”

“No shit.” You chuckled against his lips, your hands landing on his arms, slowly stroking upwards.

“Want to join me in the shower again?” Eddie asked, his hands running over your sides to the garter belt you’d nearly forgotten about. “Maybe keep these on?”

“Oh, you like them?”

“Sure do. Just had my hands full with other things before.” The smirk on his lips made you swallow hard, because even though you’d just come, you felt your arousal rise again because of him, because of his words and the gentle way he touched your hips, before he let his fingertips rum over the smooth fabric of your stockings.

“You sure did,” you couldn’t help the chuckle that came over your lips, your body responding to his almost innocent touches. You didn’t want to go home, you wanted more of him, and so you took his hand in yours. “I think they’ll survive a shower. And these panties are ruined anyway.” You took a step back from him to shimmy your panties down your legs, but when you wanted to toss them to your bra, Eddie took them from your hand.

“Mind if I keep them? To remember this night?”

“N-No… they’re all yours.” The glint in his eyes made your heart beat faster, and you watched him put your bunched up panties into the pocket of his jeans that were still pooled around his ankles. Now, he stepped out of them and threw them onto the sofa.

Eddie took your hand in his and led the way to his bathroom. The layout of his apartment was similar to yours, but you were still glad that he was walking ahead, because you would have probably ended up in his bedroom, since you weren’t thinking straight. Not with everything that had happened tonight that was clouding your head.

He turned on the water and waited a second before he stepped in, still holding your hand to help you inside. When the hot water hit your skin, you gasped, but then it started to feel good. Eddie stepped behind you, his lips pressed to your shoulder as he reached for the shower gel to pour something into his hands. You’d masturbated in front of him, you’d had sex, but this right here, right now, felt more intimate somehow. You closed your eyes when you felt his hands all over your body, making sure that he got you really clean.

You returned the favour, mapping out his body with your hands while you lathered his body up. The scent from the showet gel filled your nose. Something fresh with a hint of lemon and mint. Once you’d washed all the shower gel off your bodies, Eddie pulled you back against his chest again. You gasped when you felt how hard he was against your back.

“Can’t help it… you have that effect on me, princess.” He kissed the shell of your ear, kissed further down the side of your neck before he slotted his lips over the spot where your neck met your shoulder, and sucked softly.

“I’m not complaining,” you said, taking one of his hands in yours to push it between your legs and show him how ready you were for him again, because Eddie had that same effect on you as well.

“Fuck,” he cursed against your skin, lifting his head again, wet curls grazing over your shoulder before he turned you around in his arms. One last look in your eyes, before he kissed you like he was drowning and you were the only source of oxygen for him. You wrapped your arms around him, looking for some support as you felt him lift you up. Your back hit the wall, but the slight pain was quickly overturned by the pleasure you felt as the tip of his cock brushed against your aching core.

Eddie pushed one hand between your bodies to guide his cock into position so that he could slide into you easily. Your legs wrapped around his middle, as you tore your lips from his in a loud moan. He was buried deep inside you, stretching you so good that you could swear that you were seeing stars for a moment. The pain gave way to pleasure, as he pulled nearly all the way out only to slam back into you.

“Oh fuck… Eddie!” Your nails scratched his shoulders.

“Mhm?” he mumbled a response, his head leaning against your shoulder, while his fingers dug into the supple flesh of your thighs, keeping you in position. When rolled his hips once again, you gave another moan that was practically music to his ears, the sweetest sounds he’d heard all day.

“What do you need?” he asked all sweetly, lifting his head just enough to look into your eyes, his pupils blown wide from lust, mirroring your own, because you wanted him so much, needed him.

“I need…” You tried to collect your thoughts, but failed. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, which immediately drew Eddie’s attention there. “I need your dick… I need it rough Eddie! Just.., fuck me please, this is torture!”

“I’m not trying to torture you.” Eddie leaned down to steal a kiss from your lips, before he straightened a bit. “Just figuring out what you need.” And with that he started to set an unrelenting pace, pistoning in and out of you with deep, hard thrusts that left you a moaning, mewling mess, completely drunk on him and his cock.

“Look at you… all needy and so… so pretty. Fuck!” Eddie grunted, his hands keeping you in place, while he gave you just what you needed, just what you’d asked for. You could already feel it again, the next oragsm, that was threatening to pull you under.

“I’m… fuck Eddie… so close!” Your moans echoed through the bathroom, and you were pretty sure that your nails would leave marks in his shoulders that he’d still be able to see the next day. “Gonna come… I need to-” Your words were interrupted by your own orgasm that suddenly rolled over you. Your legs wrapped around him tighter, your pussy clenching around his cock again and again, making his hips stutter.

“That’s it! Fuck you’re so pretty like this! Such a good girl! Taking all of my cock. Keep going!” His hand was between your bodies all of a sudden, his fingers rubbing over your clit to prolong your orgasm, while he kept thrusting into you. It didn’t take him long to reach his own high when your walls were gripping him so tight. Eddie’s head rested on your shoulder a string of curse words leaving his lips, as he painted your gummy walls with his white hot seed.

Your head was swimming, your legs absolute pudding as he slowly lowered you onto them. Your hands still held onto his shoulders, because you would have just collapsed to the floor otherwise. Eddie realised that and wrapped one arm around your middle to hold you up, to hold you close.

“Come on… I’ll clean you up and then… we can maybe get something to eat, how’s that sound?” His voice was low and quiet next to your ear. “I think we can both use that to regain some energy, hm?”

“Yeah… probably.” You chuckled as you placed your head against his shoulders, closing your eyes. You needed another moment, but it was nice to feel him taking care of you. He was careful, treated you like the most precious thing he’d ever had, and that made you feel even more at ease in his presence.

“Wanna stay the night? That way you won’t have to climb over the balconies again.” Eddie chuckled as he pushed your wet hair from your face. “Or risk someone seeing you like that in the hallway.” And even though he didn’t want to admit it, he’d prefer it if nobody else saw you like that.

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

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