#//FEELING so shy and flustered in ways he hadn’t been in YEARS

[themsource]

Some pining fiddlestan? 👀

I was initially going to write some angsty post-show fiddlestan, but I did happen across the whole mystery trio concept where the pines twins and Fiddleford move to Gravity Falls together, so I went with that idea instead ^^;

Hope you like it! XD

Missed Opportunities

Fiddleford looks at Ford like a man possessed.

And Stan can’t stand it.

There had been only one other time that a third person had been involved in the Jersey duo’s lives with any amount of significance, and that had been Carla McCorkle. Stan and Ford had had only one argument about her, and that had been it.

Ford had been laid out, tooth chipped and lip bloody, and Stan had been left looming over him in shock at what he’d done as he’d stared down at his battered knuckles.

She’d been cut out of their lives before you could say ‘Bankrupt’.

Carla hadn’t been so much stolen by Thistle Downe as more like just given away.

Ford, his brother, always came first.

Family always won out over a piece of ass.

So now, even years later, Stan doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t comment on the way Fiddleford blushes as he hands Ford a beaker filled with some strange nerd liquid as their fingers lightly brush. He doesn’t make a face or snort at how obviously flustered the country boy gets in his stuttered responses to his elder by fifteen minutes but dumber in ways of romance by twenty, twin brother. 

No, Stan grits his teeth, and pretends he doesn’t see it. Like he’s looking through plexiglass that wouldn’t so much as budge if he were to dare do or say something about any of it.

He can tell Ford has no clue, or if he does, that he’s clearly not interested. Stanford had always gone on about how romance and marriage, commitment of any kind really, was a waste of time. Time better spent unraveling the secrets of the universe. The same bullshit he’s been sprouting since they were sixteen and Ford had been humiliated to the point of trauma with that damned kissing robot he’d built.

He doesn’t see what Stanley sees.

The slight hitch to Fiddleford’s grin when he finds a solution to a problem, how Fiddleford slightly purses his lips right before discreetly letting loose some chewed tobacco into a small silver cup, the mesmerizing way the sunlight hits Fiddleford’s hair just right to highlight all those fine blonde baby hairs along the back of his neck and bath him in a halo.

More than that though is Fiddleford’s laughter, his thick accent that goes the slightest bit thin when he’s shy or nervous, his blue irises that glimmer with faint specks of copper when he’s caught up in a joke or riddle he enjoys.

He can’t understand how his brother can’t see it.

Doesn’t realize the gift waiting for him on the doorstep if he bothered to open the damned door.

Stan’s gaze tracks Fiddleford as he follows in Ford’s footsteps across the lab, his hand dancing meticulously across his clipboard as he notes down everything his brother says with a blinding smile that could make a cherub green with envy.

When Ford looks down from the machine he’s building to meet Fiddleford’s gaze, Stan feels his stomach twist into a knot. Fiddleford’s lips slightly part as he listens, a silent invitation if any while his eyes widen in an excited bewitchment.

He can’t hear what they’re saying, but he doesn’t need to with how fast Fiddleford’s lips are moving, how high strung he is as he bounces on the balls of his heels and waves his hands around in what Stan knows to be gestures laden with scientific input and jovial emphasis.

The whole time Fiddleford never breaks eye contact with Ford, not even once.

Stanley doesn’t understand why Fiddleford can’t look at him like that. He looks exactly like Ford, if you could forgive the mullet and having an actual sense of style. Truth is, he wouldn’t mind playing second (heh) fiddle to Ford. Stan likes to think he’s charming enough that he could get the taller brunette to fall for him eventually, to see that special something that he obviously sees in Ford, but for entirely different reasons.

It’s such a fucking waste seeing such a handsome man pine after someone that he can’t have.

But on the off chance that Stanley is wrong…

If Ford maybe does notice, and maybe does feel something for Fiddleford…

He can’t afford to screw up by making a move. If there’s one thing he can’t live without it’s Stanford, even if he’s sure he could live without him.

Every day Stan questions if Ford’s invitation to move here to Gravity Falls with him had been of his own accord and not out of some misguided sense of pity, because too often is he left alone to his own devices, too often is he forgotten about over the course of weeks except by Fiddleford.

There’s something dark, and ugly, in his chest.

Stan hates it.

“Stan? Stanley?”

He jolts, his focus snapping back as he realizes Fiddleford is standing in front of him, his sky blue eyes filled with a silent concern that instantly takes that dark ugliness he feels and sends it packing to whatever hell it reared its ugly head from.

“Uh, yeah, w-what’s up Fidds?”

Fiddleford watches him quietly for a moment, long enough Stan feels the fine hairs on his arms raise in silent warning before he eventually smiles.

It’s not that thousand walt grin Ford receives, but it’s enough to make Stan’s heart skip.

“I was askin’ if ya wanted ta go down ta town with me. We need more copper-hyperdelic insulators for the paramensional timespinner.”

Stanley has no idea what Fiddleford just said but he acts like he does as he smirks, “Sure thing bud! We can get all the coppermensional spinners you want!” 

Fiddleford raises a brow, but then lets out that soft laugh that Stan likes so much.

“Well, sounds like a plan, we better get on gettin’ then.”

Stan lets Fiddleford lead the way, taking a moment to peer back towards his twin who for all the world is lost, rapt with attention on his journal and none the wiser to how Stanley stands in the doorway envying him.

A part of him almost wants Ford to look his way, a brooding possessiveness in his eyes as he watches Stan take off with Fiddleford into far distances where he can’t keep an eye on them, knowing and hating the fact that they’ll be alone.

But of course, he doesn’t.

What a waste.

Stan clenches his jaw as he follows Fiddleford out.

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya does love kissing a lot. It fills his brain with the happy chemical, especially when done with Very Specific People. ESPECIALLY a significant other. But he definitely feels a deeper connection with someone, and feels his heart race all the faster, when it’s just them resting their foreheads together.

[hellfirenacht]

Anomaly Part 3

Summary: You can talk to anyone in school with no problem. At least, anyone who’s not named Eddie Munson.

Tags: Anxious-ish!Reader but not shy, one sided pining, no use of y/n, fem!reader, one sided enemies to lovers, fem!reader

2.4k Words

Part 1, Part 2, Master List

Miles Cooper was still at school the following week, which meant that he was given no consequences for what had happened to you or for blaming Eddie. 

Eddie couldn’t even say he was surprised by this point. If Eddie really had been the one to trip you up, he was sure he’d get suspended or even expelled. It was so close to the end of the year and he could feel that Higgins was looking for any reason to keep him from walking across that stage to get his diploma. 

You hadn’t shown up on Monday. Not that it mattered to Eddie either way, you two didn’t even know each other. But you had cleared his name. That was the thought that kept buzzing around his brain like a mosquito that he just couldn’t swat. Despite the glares and the snide remarks, you had gone out of your way to make sure that he didn’t get in trouble for something he didn’t do, which is more than what he could say for a lot of people at this school.

He had to give you credit for that at least. Not many people outside of his small friend circle would stick up for him like that. 

With work and band practice, it was easy to forget about you until Wednesday when you showed up to English class with a thick white cast around your wrist and arm. Shit, your fall really had done a number on you. You were struggling with juggling your books and they fell off your desk with a clatter, and you thanked the girl next to you for helping you pick them up. 

Eddie would like to think he was above eavesdropping and gossip, but he’d be wrong. 

“What happened?” The girl- Sarah- asked. 

“I face planted on the bleachers at the pep rally.” you said, taking your seat again. “One minute I was trying to get down, and the next I’m getting elbowed and my arm hurt.” 

“I heard someone pushed you” 

Eddie heard that emphasis on someone and gripped his pencil, hearing the subtle sound of wood splintering against his thumb. This was not the time to make a scene. 

“No one pushed me. Miles elbowed me and I fell.” you said firmly. 

You were still defending him, Eddie wasn’t sure how to feel. 

“If you’re gonna spread rumors, could you do me a favor and make it sound more interesting?” You continued, “Like, start telling people that I dived off the bleachers to distract everyone that Miles shit himself.”

Eddie snorted loudly before he could stop himself. He slammed his hand pencil down on the table and covered his mouth. Dammit, why did you have to be funny?

Sarah laughed, much less obnoxiously and agreed before asking to sign your cast. You must be covered in signatures now, as you seemed to be friends with everyone. 

Everyone except him. 

Not that it mattered. 

It was nice and all that you saved him from getting in trouble, but it’s not like you two were ever going to be friends, no matter how funny you were. 

Class started and Eddie spent the rest of class doodling and barely paying attention to the teacher. This was usually how his school days went. Yeah, he had been trying harder in the past two years to graduate and pass his classes but some days his brain just refused to focus on anything important. 

The bell rang and Eddie took his sweet time getting his things together. Next period was his favorite- lunch. 

“Shit.” He heard you mumble as you tried to wrangle your books with one arm. He knew there was a rule about not being allowed to carry around a backpack but, shit, Eddie would have thought you’d get some help. Shouldn’t one of those many signatures be offering to carry your books? 

Obviously not, as you finally managed to tuck your notebook under your arm. You looked flustered, and hot in the face. Your brows were furrowed in concentration and you finally let out a loud groan as your papers went flying everywhere as students for the next class started coming in. 

It was pathetic, and Eddie couldn’t exactly leave you stranded. You cleared his name, so at least he could try and help you out right now. Maybe he’d even figure out what your problem with him was. 

“Here.” Eddie said and grabbed the papers closest to him and picked up your binder before you could stop him. 

Normally when Eddie looked at you, you’d turn your nose up at him and look away. This time, he found himself giving you direct eye contact. Your eyes were wide with surprise that he had stepped in to help, followed by more frustration. 

“Thanks.” you said shortly. 

“Need help getting to the lunch room?” Eddie asked. He’d wait for you to say no, to tell him to get out of your face, and he can walk away with a clear conscience that at least he tried. 

You were staring at him as if he were some sort of alien who had just asked you why the sky wasn’t orange. Yeah ok, he could take the hint. 

“Yes.” 

The word sounded choked out, as if the single syllable was a struggle to say. But you had said it, and Eddie was a man of his word, even though he hadn’t promised you anything. 

Eddie stacked your notebook and binder on top of his. You were still staring at him as if you couldn’t believe he was talking to you. Eddie couldn’t really believe it himself. 

He’d do this small favor for you as a thanks, and then you two could go back to ignoring each other. 

“Lead the way.” He said, offering up his best impression of his dad’s smile. If he was lucky (which Eddie never was) then maybe some of his dad’s Munson Magic might rub off on him enough so that you’d at least relax a little. 

You only nodded and led him out of the classroom. 

You didn’t like the cast and it’s off-putting stark white bandages. You wanted to choose a different color- maybe red or black or even that weird obnoxious toxic green that was offered to you. But your mom decided that white would be better because it would make it easier to sign, so white it was. 

Your parents at least took pity on you Monday, letting you stay home to wallow in embarrassment that you had broken your wrist and fractured your arm in front of all of your classmates. Tuesday they released you back to school, but you had instead skipped getting on the bus (because you could not drive one-handed) and played hooky at the local library. It’s not like anyone would care that someone your age was skipping school. 

Wednesday came, and you forced yourself onto the bus, the first time you had used it since moving to Hawkins. The ride was bumpy and long, and your walkman ran out of batteries halfway to school. 

It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. A few people came up and signed your cast, some asking what happened. You just told them the same thing, that Miles elbowed you and you fell. It wasn’t as exciting as the idea of the school Freak attacking you, but you weren’t about to get Eddie involved in something that he had nothing to do with. You were just going to ignore the fact that Eddie had been the reason you were heading in that direction anyway. 

English class rolled around, and you spent most of it poking the inside of your cast with your pencil, trying to scratch an itch that just wouldn’t go away. It was bad enough that you had fucked up your dominant arm, but this was actually Hell. 

When the bell rang, everyone else seemed to be in a huge rush to get out of the classroom. Everyone but Eddie. Obviously. Because of course the one person you were trying to avoid was now slinking around you. 

Your long weekend, you had done your best to try and not think about him. You could handle falling in front of everyone else in school, but with Eddie it was different. Your stomach twisted as you remembered how he had yelled as you fell next to him and how he had looked at you as you had ignored your stinging arm as you ran out of the gym to clear his name. 

It was bad enough he had heard you make a poor joke out of context, you weren’t going to throw him under the bus either. 

“Need help getting to the lunch room?”

Your face was already hot with the embarrassment of not being able to carry your own books. Your backpack had ripped the second you got off the bus, and you lost your math homework to a puddle. You hated that he was still here to begin with, was breaking your wrist already not enough pain and suffering? 

You were staring at him. Fuck- dammit- shit say something back-

“Yes.” 

The word almost got stuck in your throat. The only reason it came out was that as painful and embarrassing as this moment was, what Stacy would do to you if she found out you said no would be far worse. 

Eddie dropped your books on top of his, and gave you a smile that looked so forced that you couldn’t stand to look at him. Was this being done just out of pity? You’d run for the hills if he wasn’t holding you binder hostage. 

You led him through the hallway, and towards your locker. “I need to put some things up.” you said, and he followed you. 

The hallway was already mostly clear, and so no one seemed to pay you much mind. You weren’t sure what the rumor mill would churn out with Eddie carrying your books, but did it even matter? Two more months and you’d be out of this school and none of these people would matter. 

No one except the young man following behind you. 

Eddie dutifully held your books as you put them away. The door to your locker stopped you from seeing his face, which seemed like the perfect time to take the foot out of your mouth that had been there since the pep rally. 

“...I’m... uh... I’m sorry for what I said on Friday.” you started, pretending to rifle through a folder. “About you being in a cult. It was a stupid joke and I shouldn’t have said it.”

Eddie was quiet for a moment, and you felt your whole body tense up as you waited for him to say anything. 

“Yeah we uh.. We aren’t big on sacrificing in Hellfire.” he said carefully. “Had to stop that with the club budget cuts.” 

You had to bite the inside of your cheek and close your eyes tight to keep from laughing. You covered it up with a cough. “Yeah uh... sounds like that’d be a lot of paperwork.” 

You took a slow and deep breath before closing your locker to look at him. He was smiling at you, a far less forced one than before. It was almost the same smile he gave his friends when he didn’t know you were looking. 

It wasn’t much, but it didn’t stop the butterflies from exploding in your chest. You should see a doctor about that. 

“Oh yeah, tons.” Eddie said. “And with all the letters we get about our club being associated with the Devil it was just a bureaucratic headache.”

I know that if I could just talk to him one then I’d be fine. You had told yourself that every single day since these pesky little feelings emerged. Maybe you had been right. The two of you made your way to the cafeteria. 

“You’re just some nerds playing with dice.” you said, and realize that could be taken the wrong way. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I’ve also... played board games.” 

God you were acting like a total airhead. Board games? Really? You were acting like your brain was broken rather than your wrist. 

You felt Eddie’s eyes on you, and saw how he also looked unsure about your answer. Whatever was going through his head, he brushed aside. 

“I should also thank you for clearing my name.” he said, changing the subject. “You came running out of the gym and saved my ass.” 

“I wasn’t going to let someone get in trouble just because I fell!” It was the most assured thing you had ever said to Eddie.

“Well, either way I’d say you’re my hero.” Eddie said. “I’m pretty sure if you hadn’t come running to my rescue I’d probably be expelled by now, and then who would be around to corrupt the youth of Hawkins?” 

Hero. Eddie called you his hero. You felt your body buzzing with an energy that you were not in a place to use. 

You two were in the cafeteria now, and you led Eddie over to where Stacy was sitting. Stacy, being the queen of subtlety that she was, was openly gawking at the sight of the two of you together. 

She was giving you a look, and that look said that the second that Eddie was out of earshot you would be giving her a play by play of every single second of this interaction. 

Eddie dropped your books on the table by Stacy.

“Hi, Eddie!” she said in a perky voice. You wanted to kick her, and shot her a warning look which she ignored. “Will you be dining with us today?” 

You wanted to rip your hair out. 

“As much as I would love to spend my lunch period with you two ladies, I’m afraid my freshmen wouldn’t survive out there in the wild without me.” Eddie gave a dramatic bow. 

“Thank you. For helping me.” you said stiffly. Being on the receiving end of Eddie’s theatrics was making your brain blow a fuse. 

Eddie gave you a nod and sauntered off to his usual table where he was immediately hounded by his friends for being seen with you. You wondered what they were thinking. Did you look weird next to Eddie? Were they judging you for not being part of their group?

“Stop drooling.” Stacy said. “Talk.”

I have never broken a bone and have done minimal googling.

Also these chapters are getting longer dammit. This is supposed to be the easy stuff to wright UGH. Also tell me if there's something you wanna see with this, because I'm winging it like I do with all my writing lol

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𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: Endo loved how easy it was to fluster you. But if he loved anything more it was how easy to rile Sakura up. And now he'll do anything he can to show Endo just who you belong to. 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: Haruka Sakura (Wind Breaker) 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2k 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘: Bunny!Reader x Wolf!Sakura (Hybrid) ⚠️NSFW Dark Content⚠️. 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Fem!Reader, Hybrid, Breeding, Jealousy, Penetrative Sex, Praise, Degradation, Heavy Dirty Talk, Possessive Behavior, Use of the Term Daddy.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: This one was definitely out of my wheelhouse of usual content. But I've read a few of these (cough cough @candycandy00's amazing Suo x Reader x Sakura Hybrid AU cough cough) And decided to take a spin for it myself. This was so much fun to write and I hope you enjoy! My full masterlist for my kinktober can be found here.

You had been living with Umemiya for a few months now, adopted from a shelter where you had been for almost two years. Bunny hybrids were very common, often only used for one thing, but he was different. Umemiya hadn’t made a single advance, treated you more like a little sibling than a typical owner. It confused you at first but after a while you learned to just accept this kindness. “Umemiya isn’t a typical guy.” The other bunny hybrid who lived there had said. You came to find Kiryu was right, he certainly was not. He didn’t seem to be like “that” with any of the hybrids who lived in the spacious home. Treating all of you more like family then pets.

You had been shy at first, the mix of other hybrids certainly intimidating you. Gravitating toward the other bunny in a sense of solidarity. His floppy pink ears and kind smile making you feel comfortable. He had eventually been the one to introduce you to the others. There was Nirei, a very excitable golden retriever hybrid, always carrying around a notebook, eager to learn about the other hybrids. Then there was Sugishita. He seemed the closest to Umemiya following him around often. It was odd behavior for a cat hybrid but you did enjoy taking naps with him. He was big for a cat hybrid, and despite his quiet nature, he was easy to be around. There was also Suo, a mischievous fox hybrid who always seemed to enjoy his tea and teasing the others. Foxes weren’t as common, often wild or procured from breeders. Suo was the first you had met before. And then there was him.

Wolf hybrids were not often domesticated, usually in packs and definitely not in a quiat home in a garden. You were very curious about Sakura, he seemed closed off, maybe coming from a bad home? He often fought with Sugishita, the two of them squabbling in his absence. You tried to get to know him, though his cheeks would flush a deep red more often then not before running off. However recently you had noticed him being more open to the idea of your presence. Insisting you napped with him instead of Sugishita, claiming “He hogs all the blankets anyway and he cant protect you, not like me.” His cheeks would be red, refusing to meet your eye. And you couldn’t help but smile curling up as you napped, more often than not waking up in his arms. This wasn’t the only change in his behavior. He would share his snacks with you or sit with you outside in the garden, spending more time by your side.

But the most drastic change was when Umemiya’s friends would visit. You liked when Hiragi came over, he was nice and it was always funny to see the way he and your owner interacted. He had two hybrids of his own, another fox named Sako and a Doberman named Kaji. They were nice but usually glued to his side. You especially enjoyed when Tsubaki would come to visit, her twin Siamese cat hybrids in toe. They would get into trouble but he always would spend time with you and bring pretty bows for your hair. But no his behavior was unchanged with them, it was when he came over.

Umemiya and Takiishi had an odd friendship to say the least, it wouldn’t seem like either of them had a thing in common but somehow they made it work. Takiishi wasn’t the problem, however, it was his own wolf hybrid Endo. Endo seemed to have quite the affinity for Sakura, often times following him around when he came over. But then he saw you. Endo was never necessarily forceful or aggressive but he did enjoy flustering you. Playng with your ears or showering you with compliments. Always claiming the same thing. “Its just so easy to fluster ya, doll. Plus who can resist the way your nose scrunches up and your cheeks get all red.”  All while Sakura grimaced in the corner.

His grin was full of sharp teeth and today something was different. Endo was being more forward with you, leaning down to your height and caging you against the counter in the kitchen where you were preparing a snack. “You know bunny.” He started grinning as he leaned down towards you. “Wolves often hunt cute little bunnies like you.” He said while twirling a strand of your hair between tattooed fingers. “And do you know what they do to them?” he questioned, breath fanning against your neck as he leaned in even closer. His rambling was cut shirt however, Sakura gripping him by the back of his shirt and sending him to the ground. Before either one of you could question him, he was dragging you off toward his bedroom.

You blinked, Sakura’s behavior catching you off guard. His hand wrapped around your wrist, using your back to shut the door to his bedroom. He leans in close nose buried into the crook of your neck as he lets out a growl low in his throat. His hands gripping your waist, successfully keeping you in place. “Fucking smell like him.” There was a bit to his voice, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “You wanna smell like him? Wanna be with him? Is that what you want?”

Sakura himself didn’t know what had come over him, but the idea of Endo being so close to you, breathing you in, touching you? It sent him over the edge. Sakura wasn’t stupid, he was more than aware at this point of the feelings he harbored for you. And the idea of Endo being so close to you sent him over the edge. Despite his instincts he would also never force himself upon you if that wasn’t what you wanted. He needed to hear you say you wanted him and not Endo. His grip was harsh when he grabbed your cheeks, dual-colored eyes staring into your own. “Answer me.” He growled, hating the slight whimper at the end of his voice, desperately needing to hear you say the words he longed to hear. “No Haruka, want you not him.” Those words were like music to his ears, wasting no time as he bridged the gap between your lips.

Haruka kissed you with a desperate need, tongue delving past your lips and claiming your mouth as his own. Placing one hand on your waist, the other slipping up your back to the base of your neck. “I crave you, I want to feel every single inch of your body pressed against my own” He whispered as he spoke, looking down at you with hooded eyes, lust swimming in his irises, the hand placed on your hip pulling you closer. He groaned, hunger taking over his body as rolled his hips into yours, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down the collum of your neck. Sharp teeth nipping at the skin, his kisses were wet and the whines and groans leaving his lips weren't anything he could've held back if he tried.

Leaning down he gripped the backs of your knees, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed. Depositing you on the mattress as he looked down at you. Haruka wasted no time, strong hands with shark nails ripping your drenched panties from your trembling form, fingers collecting your wetness with one pass. Holding up the slick-coated fingers inches from your face so you could see how drenched you were. “Look how fucking wet you are, bunny. Was this from him, hm?” He questioned, the grin on his face letting you know that he was fully aware it wasn’t but he wanted to hear you admit it. “No Haruka, it’s from you, only from you. All for you Haruka.” The desperation in your voice made it sound foreign to your own ears, completely wrecked without barely being touched. “That’s my girl.”

He grinned, one-handedly freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. Steadying himself with a grip at the base, he positioned his cock to where it was kissing your entrance. Leaning back a bit more, just enough to tease you with his cock, rubbing the tip against your clit, groaning as he slowly pulled you down onto him by his grip on you for leverage. Achingly slowly, eyes rolling back as he let out a rather loud groan, finally bottoming out. Letting out a few harsh pants, squeezing his eyes shut, savoring the moment as he made you cockwarm him for just a bit. Reinforcing his grip on you, his hips rolling into your own to make him feel you in your deepest spots. “Doing so good for me princess, such a good little bunny, fuck.. You feel so good around me, could be here for hours just to soak in how you feel.” He groaned,  the grip on your hip so fierce it was sure to leave a bruise in the morning.

Haruka sets a harsh pace from the start, the feel of your walls suffocating his cock, surrounding him in a blissful feeling enough to pull noises he wasn’t even aware his body was able to produce. Purely from the sheer pleasure you were bringing him and the effect that your body had on him. His thrusts grow sloppy, the only consistent effort is the angling of his hips to hit that sweet spot deep within your walls. The sounds of his hips slamming against yours, the noises falling from both of your lips and the squelching of your wetness as he fucks into you filling the room. “So good pretty girl so good for her daddy, my only complaint is how wasteful it is to have you dripping like this without me down there to lap up every fucking drop of your sweetness bunny” He groans, already feeling the tightness building in his stomach and incoherent cries and pleas fall from your lips.

“Yeah pretty baby? Want me to fill you to the brim? Want me to pump you so full of come you’ll still be dripping tomorrow at the breakfast table?” The continued shuffling outside goes unnoticed by either of you, too enraptured with each other. Noticing the hand you attempt to use to cover your mouth he grabs your wrist pinning it to the mattress next to your ear. “Sorry babygirl I want to hear every cry, curse and whimper that falls from those lips, let me hear you bunny.” He takes his other hand from you, thumb coming to abuse your clit in rough tight circles adding to the sensations he was providing you with. Feeling you tighten around him coupled with hearing the begs and pleas that spill from your lips is all the encouragement he needed. “You hear how wet you are right now princess? Do you hear how needy your cunt is? its begging me to fill you up, its begging me to fuck you for hours. It wants to be bred.” He grins fucking relentlessly into your abused cunt.

His hips lose the steady pace he had set opting instead to slap harshly and erratically against your own, chasing his high. The sheer pleasure running through his veins is nearly overwhelming, spilling inside you with a groan loud enough to nearly be a scream himself, followed by a chorus of 'mine, mine, mine'. He was sure his sheer volume would be enough to rival your own, however, he couldn't find it within himself to care. Far too lost in the way you were making him feel. His hips continually rolled against yours, even after he had spilled every last drop he had to offer deep within your walls before the overstimulation he was giving himself becomes painful. He pulls from you, resting back on his heels, using a thumb to part you folds as he hungrily watches your cunt contract around nothing. His come starting to drip from your abused pussy, letting out a groan at the sight. “So perfect and all fucking mine, gonna have you carrying my pups, see if that fuck still questions who you belong to then, hm?”

𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖇𝖞 @/𝖈𝖆𝖋𝖊𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖊 & @/𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖐𝖆-𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖘.

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[beomiracles]

ᴛᴜʙᴀᴛᴜ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ꜱʏɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇ ੈ✩‧₊˚

DREAM RECALL "'Second male lead syndrome' is where the second male lead is or seems infinitely superior to the male lead, and you curse the main character for choosing the wrong guy."

pairings non idol!txt x gn!reader warnings yeonjun is kinda mean, beomgyu is pervert (I can't help myself when I write for him), beomgyu's hints at sexual themes.

#serene adds ✎... it's been forever since I wrote for all five like this hehe. this one's lowkey a little sad... :>

ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ‘ʙᴜʟʟʏ’ who you had sworn off years ago due to his persistent snarky comments and mean pranks. In your eyes he was nothing but a bully and you did everything in your might to keep your distance. 

Yeonjun, who had only been a small boy with a crush on a small girl; now finds himself hopelessly watching you from afar as you laugh with your friends. Despite years passing and the fact that you were both grown up by this point, your grudge seemed to persist. 

Yeonjun who doesn’t know how to express his feelings for you so he chooses to pull pranks instead, hoping it will catch your attention. Not understanding why you get upset with him and ignore him when he passes by; it only makes his comments grow nastier. 

Yeonjun who trips you over in the hallways, yet hesitating — wanting to reach out a hand and help you back up again. Yeonjun who tells you that your shirt is dirty when he actually wants to tell you that blue looks nice on you. 

Yeonjun who calls your boyfriend a down-grade from your last, when he wants nothing more but to be the one you call your own. 

ꜱᴏᴏʙɪɴ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ’ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ who always seemed to hang around your boyfriend whenever you were present. Your boyfriend who always explained it as it being a ‘guy thing’. 

Soobin who knew that it was wrong to have a crush on his best friend’s girlfriend. So he never made a move. 

Soobin who knew that he stood no chance against his best friend. Yeonjun was confident and charismatic, easily swooning you with every other sentence. All the while Soobin has to rehearse his next words before even daring to address you. 

Soobin who gets flustered under your stare, and you don’t understand why he insists on hanging out with you and your boyfriend as he rarely speaks. Yeonjun who explains it as him being shy — it only makes Soobin feel even more guilty, his best friend oblivious to his true feelings. 

“You listening, Binnie?” Your sweet voice makes his knees weak and Soobin has to blink a couple of times before realizing that he hadn’t heard a word of what you had just said; too lost in your eyes, the way your soft lashes subconsciously moved as you spoke.  “Uh-huh”, he splutters, earning a giggle from you, Soobin who loved your laugh.

ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ who’s gaze always seemed to linger whenever you were around. His brother would often bring you over, and you would always so politely greet him, making his heart flutter like a little school boy.  

Beomgyu who loved the way your eyes would crinkle up as you smiled at his jokes. He would always make excuses to pass by his brother’s room whenever you were over, earning quite the scolding from his elder sibling. In the end it was always worth it. 

Beomgyu who doesn’t understand why you had chosen his older brother over him. His brother wasn’t twice as funny or good looking, yet he was the one who’s cheek you pressed soft kisses to whenever you could. 

Beomgyu who doesn’t know if he loves it or hates it when you stay over. The sounds of your sweet moans as his brother has his way with you in the room next to his own –  keeps him up at night. And he knows it’s wrong, the way he tries to peek at you whenever he thinks you aren’t looking; he can’t help it. 

Beomgyu who always got compared to his older brother, desperately wishing to have everything he had, most of all he wanted his girlfriend. Beomgyu who hopes that one day you’ll see what’s been right in front of you all along. 

ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀ who helped your grades go from D’s to B’s. Taehyun who usually never offered to tutor, despite being the top student in all of his classes, but when you came along, there had been no question about it. 

Taehyun, who always waits for you after class so that you can study together. He doesn't mind when you don’t get it right away, in fact he likes explaining things to you, even if he has to do so over and over; only to see the way your eyes light up in joy as you finally understand. 

Taehyun who loves when you ask questions about the subject he’s helping you with. Sometimes he even messes up, too lost in the way you chew on your pencil or the way your painted nails itch at your rosy cheek. 

Taehyun whose mood turns sour as your friends approach, whisking your attention from him in milliseconds. Heart aching when you tell him that you would have to leave earlier because you had a date. 

Taehyun who wishes you would ask to hangout outside of school, outside of tutoring. Taehyun who wishes you would ask questions about him and not the boring equations you tried to solve. Taehyun who wishes to be more than just your tutor.

ʜᴜᴇɴɪɴɢᴋᴀɪ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ who never seemed to understand the appeal you saw in the guys you chose to date. Who also never wrapped his head around the range of emotions they caused you to undergo. 

“He’s such a dick!” You groan, slamming your phone down on the table as you lean back in your chair. Huening frowns, yesterday you had told him that he was perfect, you seemed to change your mind a lot. 

“I’m sure he’ll come around” Kai reassures, though he secretly wishes he wouldn’t. You give him an uncertain look, “you think so?” Your best friend nods, “you’re gorgeous y/n, he would be a fool not to.” 

"Oh, stop it!” you giggle, ignorant to the fact that he had meant every word. Hueningkai who wishes you would see yourself through his eyes, perhaps then you would realize his true feelings for you. Instead he’s forced to watch from the sidelines as guys sweep you off your feet. 

He gives you a small smile, cheeks reddening as you wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. “You’re such a great friend, Kai” you sigh against his neck, his heart sinks, friend, that’s all he was to you. 

Hueningkai who pats your back and dries your tears after yet another unsuccessful date. Hueningkai who listens to you vent about the guy you’re currently talking to, wishing more than anything to be in his shoes. Hueningkai who’s too much of a coward to ever admit his feelings out loud. 

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[buckysgrace]

first of all i wanted to say ur fics r absolutely amazing!!🥹🥹❤️second i wanted to request a one shot with shy virgin reader and experienced gator & so one day gator comes over to babysit reader & her little siblings bcuz their parents r good friends and gator finds out abt reader and becomes obsessed with corrupting her innocence w smut ,, tysm❤️❤️btw gator is older than her by a few yrs but she’s def older than 18,,,she’s 19 abt to turn 20

First of all thank you so much! I really appreciate that! And your request was so juicy ughhh in love. I hope you enjoy!! CW: Age gap (reader is 19, gator is 27), inexperienced reader, fem receiving oral sex, virginity loss, unprotective sex

“Why the hell do you need a babysitter?” Gator questioned, following you into the kitchen as you began to ruffle through the fridge for snacks for the boys. You knew that your four younger brothers would just protest and complain about the vegetables, but you were only doing what you were told. Your mother had been insistent that they eat something healthy before you ordered pizza. 

“I don’t,” You responded shyly, feeling like your body was buzzing from warmth, “The boys are just- they don’t listen to me very well.” You admitted truthfully. You usually hated when your parents went out. Majority of the time the house would be in a disaster when they returned and you were usually a frazzled puddle of nerves from not being able to keep up with the energy of all of them.

You didn’t know how they managed to do it, but they’d somehow convinced the Tillman’s eldest and only son to stay and help you until they returned. You were almost certain that this was worse than watching them alone. You’d suddenly lost your voice, your ability to think as soon as he’d entered the house. 

Your parents were friends, close enough that you had at least one dinner with them a month but distant enough that you had no idea how to speak to Gator. It didn’t help that he was older, cooler with a charm that left you flustered like you were ten again. Most of your middle school years had persisted of secretly crushing on him.

You faltered as you began to spread peanut butter on the celery sticks, hoping that your mother hadn’t brought that up. You glanced up at him quickly, but quickly calmed your nervous heart as you noticed an almost bored expression on his features. 

“Huh,” Gator leaned against the counter as he watched you, his fingertips linking together, “S’funny because I was told I needed to remind you about shutting off the stove, or something like that.” You felt your eyes widen, your lips parting as you quickly thought of a way to defend your previous mistake. 

“That happened once.” You spit out instead, shaking your head as you stacked the celery sticks on a plate. You felt flustered as you thought of the memory. It had been one accident after the other with the boys, leaving the cookies that had been in the oven long forgotten.

“Are you not in college?” He asked curiously, setting himself on one of the stools as he glanced at the way your brothers had dumped out another box of toys. You did your best not to grumble in frustration, knowing that you would more than likely end up cleaning that mess too. 

“I am,” You replied gently, “I go to the community college. It’s not too far. I like helping out my parents so it works.” You explained gently, knowing that there wouldn’t have been a way for you to afford anything fancy or out of state anyways. He nodded, looking a little interested as he brought a piece of celery up to his mouth.

“That’s sweet of you,” He replied as he continued to munch on a celery stick, “You’ve grown up a lot.” He mused, his eyes suddenly a whole lot more intense as you turned away shyly. You felt your lips curling into a gentle smile, trying to find the means to question him before your younger brothers were suddenly bustling into the kitchen. 

“But I like green!” One of your youngest brothers whined, pouting out his bottom lip as he stared up at you in heartbreak. You sighed as he clutched at your skirt, yanking on it to keep your attention on him. 

“Well switch with whomever has the green cup.” You tried to reason, giving him a brief smile as the volume in the kitchen continued to grow louder and louder. By the time you were finished speaking, you weren’t even sure that he heard you. You watched the way they roughly grabbed the snacks, sighing as peanut butter spread across their little fingers. 

“But I want green.” Your other brother protested, clutching the cup to his chest like it was something special. You sighed, wishing your parents would invest on buying the same colored cups as you began to pass out napkins to your messy brothers. 

“Hey,” Gator spoke up, drawing the four younger boys attention to him, “The same thing is in the cup, it doesn’t matter what color it is. You should tell your sister thanks.” He reminded them, raising his eyebrows swiftly as he spoke. You bit back a giggle, grinning at the way your little brothers turned towards you wide eyed.

“Thanks!” They shouted in unison before they were off again. You shot Gator a thankful smile, finally finding your own courage to meet his eyes. You liked the shape of them, how warm and soft they looked as he breezily returned a smile. 

The pizza didn’t take much longer to arrive and the rush of tiny feet towards you nearly made you drop the boxes onto the floor. Gator was there a second later, grinning as he took them from your hands and held them high over his head where your brothers couldn’t reach. 

You watched the way he set up their plates, his eyes darting as he tried to keep up with who was talking as they told him exactly what they liked and didn’t like. You stifled your own giggle, hoping that someone else realized what a handful they were. 

“You can sit here.” He said casually, his lips curling into a playful grin as he watched the way you were searching for a spot to join them in the living room. You were about to protest, not wanting him to sit on the floor until you realized that he was talking about his lap.

You exhaled, your breath feeling cold against your tongue despite your body warming at his suggestion. You glanced away quickly, stifling another nervous giggle as you nodded your head in agreement. It was silly. He was just being nice, letting you sit somewhere rather than the floor that was littered with legos. 

“Your birthday is soon, right?” He questioned softly, his breath hot against your exposed neck. You nodded your head shyly, suddenly feeling too awkward to eat as you gaze down at your lap instead of at him. 

“I’ll be twenty,” You responded as you pressed your fingertips together, glancing at the way the pink polish was beginning to chip, “I’m excited.” You told him truthfully, liking that you at least got one day out of the year where it could be about you. 

“Your boyfriend doing anything special for you?” His question caught you off guard, making your head snap up to meet his inquiring gaze. You stalled, eyes tracing across his moles and the soft hair above his top lip. You looked at his lips next, liking how pink they were. 

“No,” You giggled softly, unable to fight the nerves that were bubbling in your stomach, “I don’t have a boyfriend.” You told him bashfully, hoping that he didn’t think of you as a complete loser. You just had a hard time talking to guys your age. Or any guy really. 

“A pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?” He teased as his fingers slid across your exposed knee, “How come?” You glanced over to your left, ensuring that your brothers were too busy playing to focus on where Gator’s hand was resting. 

“I don’t know,” You shrugged your shoulders softly, breath hitching as his calloused hand moved further up your bare skin, “I guess no one has been interested in me.” You continued to speak, feeling like you were in some sort of trance. It was hard to look away from his eyes. 

“You’ve never been with anyone?” He spoke a little lower, his voice slightly husky as your eyes dropped back down to his lips. You felt infatuated, unable to tear your gaze away as you watched the way his words rolled off of his tongue. 

“No,” You replied shyly, not sure how to handle the way his fingers were pressing into your skin, “I’m pretty boring.” You admitted a second later, but wondered if you should’ve switched that out with sheltered instead. 

“It’s sweet,” He responded as he drew his finger underneath the hem of your skirt, “It means you’re pure.” He mumbled softly, his eyes peeled to your face to gaze at your reaction. You parted your lips, your body feeling nearly too warm as you simmered on his comment. You shifted on his lap, hoping he couldn’t feel the way you were trying to press your thighs together.

“Oh,” You said as you looked away timidly, “I guess that’s right.” You replied gently, wondering if that made you more appealing to him. You tried to remind yourself that you were grown, that you definitely no longer had a crush on him. It was hard to follow through with those thoughts. You wondered if he knew how pretty he was.

He kept you on his lap the rest of the night, talking softly about his work and who he thought would make it into the superbowl this year. You didn’t know much about sports, but you clung to every word as his hand warmed your skin. It was nearly too hot, like the sketch of his palm would burn through your flesh. 

“It’s bedtime,” You reminded the boys once you finally found the courage to pull yourself away from Gator. You shuffled the leftover pizza into ziploc baggies, sure that at least one of them would get up in the  middle of the night to snack on it, “Go brush your teeth.” You reminded them a second later, giving your best stern look to tell them that you meant business.

The room erupted into a series of groans and complaints, but they slowly rose to do what you asked. They threw away their trash, tossed their cups into the sink before they began to race each other to see who could make it to the top of the stairs first. 

“Hey,” Gator’s loud voice rang into the air, pausing the movements of your younger brothers, “Are you forgetting something?” He asked as he tapped some of his fingers against the back of the couch. You felt like you were stuck again, staring at the way his long fingers moved. 

“We’ll get it later-,” One of them spoke up, trying to brush away the mess that you would inevitably end up cleaning later. 

“No,” Gator replied again, “You can clean it up first and then you can go get ready for bed.” He stated, sterner than you would’ve ever been able to handle. You watched, almost in amazement at the way they listened to him without complaint. 

You gave them fifteen minutes before you went into their rooms, ensuring that each boy was tucked in and actually trying to sleep. You liked having Gator’s presence lingering behind you as it seemed to actually make the boys listen to you. 

“Um,” You breathed out softly as you met him in the hallway again. The lights were dim, but you were still able to make out the slight curl of his lips as he tilted his head to watch you, “Do you want to see my room?” You asked him softly, not quite wanting him to leave yet. You weren’t sure when you’d see him again, or if you’d be able to. 

He looked at you curiously, an expression filling his eyes that you didn’t quite understand. It made you falter for just a second, before you were spurred on by the nod of his head. You moved first, slowly walking around him to the end of the hallway. 

“Cute,” He complimented as he looked around your room, “I like it.” He replied with a grin plastered on his lips. You shut the door gently behind him, not wanting your light to shine into one of your brother’s rooms and keep them up. 

“It’s not too girly?” You asked him softly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by the posters you had decorating your walls. Still, it was the only place that you could be on your own. 

“Very,” He said a second later, grinning as he turned his head to look at you, “But it’s very you.” He replied as he licked his bottom lip. You glanced down to your socks, feeling a little giggly that he thought he knew anything about you. 

“Oh,” You replied gently, biting back a smile as you held your fingers together, “Thank you. I really appreciate your help today.” You told him truthfully as you finally found the courage to look at him again. He looked so handsome, you weren’t sure how you were able to look away in the first place. 

“So if you don’t have a boyfriend,” Gator drew out slowly, suddenly making you feel small as he approached you, “Who are you wearing that for?” He hummed softly as he pressed his fingers against your elbows, stepping back just far enough that he could draw his eyes up and down the curve of your body. 

“What do you mean?” You whispered shyly, suddenly embarrassed at the outfit you were wearing. You didn’t think it was bad. It was a pale camisole and a skirt that ended against your thighs. It kept you cool from the warm heat that your brothers stirred up in the house. 

“Kinda short, don’t you think?” He asked you softly, his eyes flickering up towards yours again. You pursed your lips together, jolting a bit at the sensation of his fingertips touching against your soft sides. He drew them down softly, like he was tracing the shape of your body. 

“I thought it fit nicely.” You defended yourself lightly, wondering if he could feel the rough way your heart was beating underneath his skin. You leaned a little closer to him, enjoying how one hand dipped further against the hem of your skirt again. 

“It does,” He agreed as his hand fully slid underneath your skirt this time, “But it makes me wonder if you dressed up for a reason.” He mumbled, making your eyes widen as he played with the band of your panties.

“No.” You responded softly, feeling like your chest was collapsing in on yourself. He looked upon you, eyes flashing with the same expression as earlier as he slid his fingertip underneath your panties. You could feel your clit throbbing, growing wet from the sensation and excitement. You’d explored on your own before, but nothing ever felt right. 

His eyes stayed glued to your features, like he was waiting for you to stop him as he slowly used his free hand to unzip the side of your skirt. You held your breath, feeling frozen on the spot as the material fell to your feet. He looked just as inquisitive before, like he was memorizing the shape of you.

He moved both of his hands to your camisole next, tugging it over your head before he moved onto your bra. You felt like you were in a dream. All of your late night fantasies were coming true. You almost felt like you needed to pinch yourself, just to be sure. 

You moved your hands over to your chest, feeling very bashful suddenly. You’d never had anyone see yourself in this manner before, so exposed. You gulped down your own embarrassment, turning your eyes away so you couldn’t see him. 

“Don’t be shy,” He grinned as he pressed your hands back down to your sides, “You’re stunning.” He mumbled as he pressed his rough hands against your hips. He squeezed your flesh softly, keeping eye contact with you as he slowly fell to his knees.

You felt faint. You were sure you were going to pass out. His eyes were hazy and warm, now filled with what you thought might be lust. It made your thighs press together, your thoughts stalling as all you could do was focus on his movements instead. 

“What are you doing?” You asked him nervously as you pulled your fingers into a nervous fist. Gator’s warm breath tickled against the small amount of skin that was covered. 

“Wanna taste ya,” He mumbled as he slid his warm fingers against your thighs, “It’ll feel good. I promise.” He told you truthfully, raspily as he squeezed at your thighs. He pushed you back suddenly, knocking you onto your mattress with a squeal. 

He moved just as quick, crawling onto the bed and knocking some of your stuffed animals off in the process. Your lips were pressed into a silent laugh, heart hammering against your ribs as he slowly pulled each of your white socks off of your feet. His lips dragged against your right ankle, peppering soft kisses against your skin before he let both of your legs drop onto the mattress.

You quickly tried to press your thighs back together, feeling fully exposed now. He stopped your movements just as quickly, fully exposing you as he rested against the mattress on his stomach. You couldn’t focus on how silly he looked resting against your fuzzy blankets in his dark clothing, your mind only taking in the dark look in his eyes.

He turned away from you slowly, nuzzling his cool nose against your warm thigh before he pressed his pink lips against your upper thighs. You exhaled harshly, a tingle spreading up your body as your nipples suddenly grew hard.

Your body jolted at the feeling of his lips pressing against your sensitive clit. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your body as your head rolled back onto the pillows. You gasped, eyes fluttering as he slowly peppered his lips across your wet folds and clit.

You crooned, holding your hands above your head as Gator took a slow lick of your pussy. He gripped a hold of your thighs, keeping them forced apart as he lapped his tongue against your clit. He rolled his tongue against you languidly, creating more waves of pleasure through your body.

“So sweet,” He groaned against your cunt, his lips dragging against your folds as he spoke. You whimpered, your fingers twitching together at the need to press them through his slicked back hair, “You’ve got a tasty little cunt.” He praised, pulling away this time to look at you. Your eyes turned down in slow motion, looking at the line of drool that connected his lips to your pussy. 

“Okay,” You moaned softly, unsure of how you were supposed to respond to that. He laughed slowly, flicking his tongue across his wet lips before he dipped down between your legs again, “Oh.” You whined slowly, back arching as his lips fell to your wet cunt again.

He kissed at your pussy, lapped at your folds and clit in a sloppy manner that left jolts of pleasure racing up and down your body. You wrinkled your fingers through your pillow case, holding onto it like a lifeline as he moved his tongue against your throbbing hole.

He licked languidly at your hole, tracing his tongue across it before he slid his tongue inside of you. Your mouth parted, a loud moan escaping at the sudden intrusion. It felt good, too good. It made your stomach clench and your toes curl as a bright light filled your eyelids.

“Gator,” You whined, unsure of what you were going to say as he continued to flick his tongue inside of your fluttering hole. He moved one hand away, moving between your legs as he dragged his way back up to your sensitive bud, “S’nice. Right there.” You spit out, grinding your hips up as his tongue flicked languidly against your clit again.

He slid a finger inside of you slowly, meeting the same movement as your hips. You cried out at the intrusion, your walls burning at the slow sensation of him curling his finger inside of you. You could feel your thighs beginning to tremble as you licked the drool from the corner of your lips.

He moved his finger inside of you slowly, allowing you to adjust while he moved his lips messily against your folds. His nose pressed against your clit, smearing your slick around as he sucked on your soft folds.

“Oh, oh,” You mewled in awe, toes curling as a strong sense of pleasure pressed heavily onto your stomach. You slowly felt the walls breaking down, leaving you squirming as Gator held you down tightly with his free hand, “God, oh God!” You cried out, fists clenched tightly into your pillows as you came roughly. 

Gator groaned, his tongue flicked across your pussy rapidly as he tried to lick away the remnants of your cum. You whined, body vibrating from how sensitive you felt. He pulled away slowly, eyes dark and lips covered with your slick before he slowly crawled up the curve of your body. 

He traced his thumb across your lips first, like he was memorizing the shape and curve of them before he moved his slick covered lips against your own. He kissed you slowly, gently as your heart continued to beat against your chest.

He tasted as sweet as the flavored vapes he smoked. You moved your mouth cautiously, trying not to focus on if you were kissing him correctly and instead on the throbbing that was growing between your legs again. Your thighs were still wet, matching the slippery feeling of his lips on yours. 

His tongue slowly prodded against your mouth, parting your lips as he brought one hand up to your boob. He cupped your flesh softly, squeezing in his hand before he pinched at your nipple. You moaned at the sensation, feeling an unbearable amount of pleasure race to your clit again. 

He twisted you onto your side, taking the opportunity to move you as he pleased as your mind was fuzzy with pleasure. He pushed one of your knees up towards your chest as he straddled himself over your other leg that was stretched out. 

“Gator,” You breathed out softly, your chest rising and falling in quick spurts as he dragged his hands along your skin, “S’lot.” You admitted slowly, but didn’t want him to stop either. You watched with interest as he quickly shedded his clothes, barely giving you time to look at him.

You drank in as much as you could, from his broad shoulders to his muscular arms. You stared at his chest hair, noticing how it followed a simple line down to the rest of his body. 

“It’s okay,” He mumbled softly, leaning forward to drag his lips against yours slowly. You melted against his touch, your body shivering underneath his touch, “I’ll go slow.” He promised, settling back just a bit as he wrapped his long fingers around his cock.

You sat up a bit, eyes curious as you looked at the way he fit in his hand. A shaky gasp rolled off his tongue as you took in how long, how thick he was. You’d never had something that big inside of you before.

You felt odd speaking it out loud, but you thought his cock was pretty. His tip was a nice pink, precum leaking from his slit as he slowly jerked his hand up and down the length of his cock. Your eyes quickly drifted over his veins, the way his cock curved and the soft amount of hair it rested upon. 

“Just relax,” He mumbled, glancing up to you as he dragged his tip between your folds. You nodded your head, your mind feeling fuzzy as you fell back onto the pillows. You took a deep breath, soothing away your nerves as he slowly pressed his tip inside of your fluttering cunt, “S’alright.” 

Your eyebrows knitted together at the intrusion, your lungs stalling as you’d never felt so filled before. It wasn’t quite as painful as you imagined it would be. Your walls fluttered around his cock, stretching in a subtle burn as he filled you. 

“Oh,” You sighed softly, unsure if it was a gasp of pain or of pleasure, “Burns.” You managed at last, feeling like your lungs weren’t working. A soft groan left his lips as he leaned forward, his forehead fell onto yours as he reached between your legs.

“You’re doing so good,” He praised you softly, his lips kissing against the corner of your mouth as his thumb pressed against your sensitive bud. He rolled his thumb softly, pressing down on it gently as a spark of pleasure traveled up your spine, “You’re taking my cock so good, such a good little whore.”

You shivered underneath his touch, from his words as white hot pleasure traveled up your spine and down to your toes. His body felt too hot against your skin, his breathing coming out rugged against your cheek. You tilted your mouth up towards his, capturing your lips together in a sloppy motion.

He rubbed at your sensitive clit, making your body jerk as he filled his cock deep inside of you. You gasped against his lips, his tongue flicking over your mouth as your walls clenched around him. He groaned softly as he pressed down on your clit a little harder, making you cry out and your body jerk.

“Fuck,” He cursed as he pulled his head away from yours, his mouth parted in bliss as he stared at where your bodies were connected. You whimpered a little, your eyes fluttering at the way his cock was throbbing inside of your sore walls, “So pretty. You’re doing so good.” He reassured you again as he pressed his lips against the curve of your cheek. 

You focused on the way his lips moved against your hot skin, how he peppered kisses and slowly licked his saliva away with his tongue. You pressed your hand against his sweaty back, keeping him in place as you adjusted around his thick girth. 

“Feels good,” You whimpered, your hands mindlessly wandering down his spine on their own as you savored the curve of his cock pressing against the spot that made your eyes roll in the back of your head, “Oh God.” Gator groaned, his fingertips digging deep into your flesh as he pushed your leg further against your chest.

“Jesus,” He groaned as his tongue fell against his bottom lip, his eyes hooded as he stared down at where his cock was disappearing inside of your wet cunt, “You’re such a good little whore, taking my cock so well.” He grunted, shifting back just enough that only the head of his cock remained in you. You whimpered, sure that he was going to pull away before he filled you in a rough motion again.

You crooned at the feeling of being filled again so suddenly, your walls sore as you clamped down around his throbbing cock. Your clit was vibrating as loud moans rolled off of your tongue, bouncing off of the walls of your room. 

“Right there,” You begged him, your eyes fluttering in awe as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your bundle of nerves. It made you gasp, your body stalling underneath him as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your wet walls, “Oh God, please, please.” You begged him, unsure of what you were asking but knowing that you didn’t want him to stop. 

“Are you my whore?” He asked huskily against your ear, flicking his tongue out against your earlobe. You whined at the sensation, your body shivering underneath him as he pressed his sweaty body closer against yours. His flesh melted against your own, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. 

“Yes,” You cried out, not caring if you were signing your life away. You just didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to pull out of you. You liked the feeling of your bodies connected, of his cock throbbing inside of your wet walls, “I’m your whore.” A whine stalled in your chest, stalling as Gator crashed his lips against yours again. His thrusts were deep and rough, jerking your body roughly across the mattress as he moved. 

He kissed you harshly, stealing the air from your lungs as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your fluttering walls. You clamped down around him, your pussy squelching at his rough movements. You cried out against his mouth, quickly licking away his drool from his parted mouth. 

Your body shook, stomach clenching again as you came around his cock. You mewled, your head falling roughly into your pillows as you clung a hold of his wrist for dear life. You could feel yourself spasming, your ears ringing as you moaned into your pillow.

He groaned, his chin falling into the crook of your shoulder as his thrusts became rougher and faster. He huffed, his movements stalling as he pressed himself deep inside of you. The sound that left his mouth made your stomach curl again, your pussy clench as his spunk painted your walls.

He fell forward, groaning as his hair slowly fell to the side of his face. You breathed in the scent of him, eyes blinking as you wished to get a better look at him. You whimpered as he slowly moved, shifting his pulsing cock inside of you as he pressed his lips against yours in a sweet peck.

You melted, sure that you were slipping into the mattress as he grazed his lips against your own for just a fleeting second. He pulled away then, smiling gently as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. You faltered, wishing you had something to say before he sat up on his knees and slowly pulled his cock from your cunt.

You whimpered at the loss, wishing that he’d stay inside of you the rest of the night. Your heart began to beat slowly, nearly defeated as you watched him stand. Your eyes drifted across his back, moving quickly as you drew in the constellations across his back. You wanted to move forward, to use your fingers to count and trace the moles on his skin.

You were quiet as he rummaged for his pants, sure that he was about to leave without another word before he joined you in your bed again. You stifled a sound of surprise, watching as he took a deep inhale from his vape. He offered it to you next, but you quickly shook your head. You weren’t supposed to smoke. 

“Can we do this again?” You asked him bashfully, your tongue twisting awkwardly in your mouth at how nervous you felt. He chuckled as he turned towards you, wrapping his lips around his vape once again. 

“‘Course,” He breathed out, a cloud of smoke tickling your nose as he spoke, “I gotta teach you all the ropes.” He mumbled, pulling his vape down just enough to kiss away your worries. 

[urwhorecrux]

How do you think the hp boys would act around their crush (the reader)? Please make it as detailed as you can. Thanks 💗

<3

⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ 𝗛𝗣 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 - 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛 (𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥)

ft. harry potter, ron weasley, cedric diggory, & draco malfoy.

pairings. harry potter boys x gn!reader.

warnings. fluff.

masterlist. my preferences.

— 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹

harry having a crush on you wouldn’t be one of the most unexpected things, given you’ve been best friends since 3rd year. the thing you never realized though, was how must trust he had in you.

it took him a lot to let someone in the way he did for you. you never expected it, but he was so comfortable around he could sleep by your side without having nightmares, waking up without a worry.

or that he was so comfortable that he could talk to you and never run out of words to say, no awkward eye contact, nothing.

until recently, when ron began teasing him every moment you walked in the room while harry was there.

he made kissing noises, pushing you two closer together, anything he could do to make more tension between you two, as if there wasn’t enough already.

since summer after sirius’s death, he wrote letters to you everyday. some slightly flirty, such as “i can’t wait to see you beautiful”, or even “i just get so nervous around you.”

as you grew and went back to hogwarts returning for your sixth year, harry’s crush also grew on you.

— 𝑹𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑳𝑬𝒀

he’s so not good at hiding things like this, constantly tripping over his own feet for you, making terrible jokes every time you’re around, and being flustered even after a simple wave.

although it seemed dorky or cheesy, you loved it about him. the way he was so sweet yet funny at the same time, and also the fact that his family already loved you, molly the most.

spending holidays at the burrow with his family had been a regular occurrence, but as you grew closer with ron over the years you realized just how caring he could be.

even if his brothers teased you both or spat ridiculous jokes at him for it, it never truly bothered you. it’s been obvious more lately, but in the past ron was always there for you.

always by your side, insisting he never leaves unless you’re truly alright. soon, he realized these feelings grew into more than being there for you. he wanted it to be being there for you everyday, or waking up and seeing you by his side everyday.

he’s flustered whenever you’ve been around more recently, insisting you sit next to him or even having a close arm around you.

— 𝑪𝑬𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑪 𝑫𝑰𝑮𝑮𝑶𝑹𝒀

he’s not shy with it around you, but also not fully confident. becoming cedric’s friend after seeing his hard work in the tournament, yet not bragging about it, made him seem even more of a kind-hearted person.

that was the thing you loved most about him, the was he was never shy or nervous around you, even when his feelings for you were obvious, he was always confident.

him crushing on you didn’t start to long after the tournament, as you two quickly became close. he’d even take you out with just you two, which of course wasn’t normal for “two friends”.

he felt no need to hide it, yet still be flirty and respectful towards you. he was quickly comfortable with you and always had been, but ever since he spent more time around you he wanted to be in your space all the time. around you, with you, and by your side at all times.

— 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑭𝑶𝒀

being potions partners gave you a good reason to be close to draco, but you never realized you’d be more than close with him.

you’d become close with him over the past year, even if his friends teased at him every day for it. he hadn’t even began to worry about what his father would think, all he could think of was you.

after becoming so caring and trusting for him, he eventually realized he couldn’t hold his feelings back. he hadn’t showed it though, no. he knew he couldn’t, with the reputation he had at school and his father barging in his life almost every day, he couldn’t just show his feelings.

as others would tease him and you, he slightly would too. not extremely, but questioning why you’d ever be his friend.

although he realized he didn’t mean it, he’d never say it. admitting his feelings was something he wasn’t ready to do, but simply crushing on you or even being protective over you was something he was ready for.

[neos127]

soulmates?¿ — PARK JAY; park jay x gn!reader genre. fluff, established relationship + childhood friends to lovers

“do you believe in soulmates?” you asked one night, watching as your handsome boyfriend cooked a meal for the two of you. he knew that your week had been a bit rough and wanted to do something nice.

“that’s a random question.” jay chuckled before turning off the stove. he walked around the kitchen island to where you were sitting, taking the seat next to you. suddenly becoming shy, you turn away, letting out a nervous giggle. jay smiles at you flustered state, grabbing your chin and turning your head to face him.

“why do you ask?” he questioned, giving you his full attention. it always made you flustered whenever jay held eye contact with you, but it was nice to know that he cared about what you had to say. you sighed, suddenly becoming embarrassed. jay was never one to judge, but you began to feel as if your question was silly.

“tell me, sweetheart.” jay encouraged, a smile on his face as he tried to meet your eyes.

“sometimes i like to believe that soulmates exist…especially when it comes to you.” you replied, your voice soft but jay picked up on every word.

sometimes the idea felt a bit silly, but you truly did think that jay was your soulmate. the two of you met when you were kids back in seattle and instantly clicked. you were basically attached at the hip, a bond so secure that your parents were sure that the two of you would get married in the future. but then, you had to move. your family needed to take care of a relative in korea causing you to leave you whole life back in washington, leaving jay. you were devastated, going through your first heartbreak at a young age.

as you got older, jay became more of a distant thought. someone you would remember randomly at night before you went to bed. the image of him would pass by in your head and you would smile, but as quickly as it came it would leave. he wasn’t apart of your life anymore— or so you thought.

you were nearly late to your first class of the day at university, stopping by the vending machine to grab a rice ball to munch on. unfortunately, the machine wasn’t taking your money and you were beyond frustrated and hungry.

“may i?” a voice asked behind you. you turned around, observing the man with wide eyes. he seemed so familiar, but you just couldn’t place a finger on it.

“y/n?” he suddenly asked, his brows furrowing as he took in your appearance. you choked on your own spit, realizing that jay was standing right in front of you. obviously he looked way different, much older than when you had last seen him, but it was still jay— your jay.

you gasped before pulling the man into a hug, not realizing how weird the action must’ve been considering you hadn’t seen him since you were eight years old. but jay didn’t see it that way, he hugged you back, gripping you hard as if you would disappear if he let go.

“remember when you told me that we would meet again? i didn’t believe you at the time— but i guess it was fate.” jay mumbled into your hair, an uncontrollable smile on his face. you were there in his arms and it wasn’t one of the many dreams jay had over the years. you were real.

“you think we’re soulmates?” jay asked, pushing a stray hair behind your ear. you nodded timidly, hoping that he didn’t think the idea was stupid. it seemed like the appropriate title for you and jay, especially since you were both separated again during university due to a small falling out. but once again as if it were fate for you two to be destined together, you met again and jay didn’t let you go that time.

“it sounds stupid now that i say it out loud.” you chuckled nervously but jay merely shook his head.

“i don’t think it’s stupid…i think that not everyone has a soulmate, only a special few.” jay said before grabbing your hands and leaning closer to your face.

“i think we’re apart of that special few.”

for @junityy <3 happy birthday to the best person ever!! this is my present to you

[steddio]

Eddie has done a lot of stupid things in his life but kissing Steve Harrington on the mouth in a room full of people might just take the cake. And he’s including that time he blurted out the wrong name when his fifth grade teacher asked him to introduce himself. He’d been… caught up in the moment. Or something. The New Years countdown had gotten to 0 and Steve was right fucking there, beaming at Eddie, looking unbelievably thrilled that they’d made it to 1987 in one piece. And Eddie had just. Kissed him. Grabbed Steve’s precious smiling face between both hands and planted one on him.

He hadn’t even processed what he was doing until he heard Henderson screech, “Holy shit!” and then the world slowed down as he took in Steve’s grin frozen into shock and way too many eyes staring right at him.

And then he did what he was best at. He ran.

Sprinted out of the Wheelers’ basement, hurled himself into the driver’s seat of his van, turned the keys in the ignition, and then promptly turned the engine back off because he’d had one too many beers to safely make it back to the trailer park.

He smacked his head on the steering wheel in frustration only to startle himself when his horn blared, announcing to the entire cul de sac that Eddie Munson is a bona fide loser. Happy fucking new year to him.

—

Eddie Munson had kissed him. And not a friendly peck but a full-on kiss. Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at how much he’d fucked up the moment he’d been waiting months for. It had happened so fast, he’d barely had time to process a warm mouth against his before Henderson (the little shit) had spooked Eddie like the baby deer he often resembled.

He wants to bask in the glow as long as possible, hand raising to feel the ghost of an imprint on his mouth, before the slam of a screen door startles him out of his daze and he takes in the scene before him.

Dustin is gaping like a fish, repeating “holy shit” under his breath. Lucas and Max are waggling their eyebrows suggestively while Mike looks like he’s going to hurl and keeps glancing sidelong at Will, who just looks thoughtful and altogether too calm. Robin is full on cackling and Steve levels her and the kids with his ultimate babysitter glare, one hand on a cocked hip. This only serves to make Robin laugh harder.

“Dude!” Steve honestly doesn’t know who that’s directed at but the sentiment is universal. “What the fuck, man!” That is definitely directed at Henderson. Cockblocking little shit. Dustin is sputtering and Robin seems to be fighting for breath but it’s Nancy who, like always, takes charge.

“Well go after him, Steve,” she says exasperatedly, making a shooing motion with both hands. And Steve doesn’t hesitate.

—

Eddie is sitting in dejected silence, head bowed, fighting back tears. His stupid brain won’t stop replaying the whole unfortunate incident in slow motion, hyper-analyzing every micro expression on Steve’s face. His wide eyes with their impossibly long lashes, his slightly-parted lips. The way he’d frozen instead of kissing Eddie back.

Eddie is startled by a tapping on his window and comes face to face with Steve, who looks as flustered as Eddie feels. His hair is askew like he’s been running his hands through it and he’s panting a little. But there’s an unmistakeable smile on his face as he mimics rolling down the window. Eddie does it for real, and Steve is suddenly in his space, leaning into the van.

“Hi,” Steve says softly.

“Hi,” Eddie breathes back. Steve is blushing but doesn’t seem shy. Instead, he’s looking directly at Eddie, determined.

“I wasn’t ready. Back there. Can we try again?”

And suddenly Steve is kissing him, his hands coming up to gently cradle Eddie’s face. Eddie can’t help but deepen the kiss, pulling Steve closer, burying his hands in his hair. The angle is awkward, and there’s too much space between them, their bodies separated by the car door. But it doesn’t matter because Steve is kissing him back. And as they break apart for air, Eddie thinks that 1987 might finally be his year.

[changetyre]

Experimenting || CL16 & MV33

SUMMARY: You’ve always thought Charles wasn’t fully straight, you could tell by the way he looked at certain men and maybe some things he liked in bed but he always seemed too shy to say anything. You decide to call for a helping hand. Charles Leclerc x Reader x Max Verstappen

WARNINGS: 18+ Terribly written Smut, Male oral, Fingering, Fruity behavior, A*s play, mentions of pinning Frotting, and some more stuff probably.

A/N: in honor of Pride month ig 😪 also want to make it super clear that this is not me imposing a sexuality on anyone, this is obviously a work of FICTION and nothing should be taken as real!

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“Fuck yeah right there” Charles whimpered as you stuck a finger in his whole while blowing him.

Ever since you first suggested trying ass play on his part to him a few weeks ago he quickly grew obsessed and you swore you’d never seen Charles cum so har before or emit the noises he did until now.

You knew having a man comfortable enough in bed to try anything didn’t have to mean anything other then them being comfortable in their own sexuality.

Except for you in your years of relationship with Charles you’d grown to notice more and more the way he behaved towards certain men, attractive in both your eyes. The way he got flustered or shy around them and how sometimes you noticed him get turned on by some.

Your suspicious only grew stronger when Charles asked you to try pinning. You could tell he was both exited and nervous watching you put on a strap on starting at a moderate size for him.

He was nervous you could tell but he fell in love with the feeling of having a cock inside of him and as much as he tried to convince himself it was simply the fact that you were doing this to him he couldn’t help but imagine what a real one would feel like.

No, he wasn’t growing bored of you or loosing attraction to you in the slightest it was only that as he grew more comfortable in your relationship, in bed, he had allowed himself to explore himself more in ways he hadn’t found the space too.

Little did he know how much you noticed this and how much it turned you on to see Charles become nothing but mush with all these things you were trying and how much you wished to continue and increase his pleasures as much as you could.

Which is why a few days ago you’d taken the liberty to invite a friend on an adventure with you hoping to get Charles to open up (quite literally).

“Fuck cherie don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum” Charles breath grew erratic as he came into your mouth, your fingers slowing down their pace in his whole.

“Did you enjoy that baby.” You swallowed before you left small kisses on Charles dick making him twitch and gasp from the sensitivity.

“Beaucoup trop” he chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your neck pulling you up to his lips for a kiss. It was hot, he could still partially taste himself on your tongue making his cock twitch slightly.

“I love you.” You whispered after pulling away from the kiss, both your lips swollen and sore from the hours you’d been going at it previous to Charles final release.

“Je t’aime amour.” Charles whispered placing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Charles I need to ask you something.” You propped yourself up on your elbows looking at Charles directly. Your tone was soft trying not to make him nervous.

“What’s up bebe?” Charles smiled, it comforted you.

“I want to try bringing someone else to bed…and I invited Max to come tomorrow.” You revealed.

Out of everything you could’ve said this was the last thing Charles could’ve imagined to come out of your mouth. His mouth opened in surprise trying to wrap his head around what you said also half expecting you to reveal it was a joke.

He felt like he should get angry or at least annoyed for you taking on such a big decision on your own but he couldn’t quite bring himself to feel that way because as much as it scared him to admit it the thought excited him, it aroused him more than he’d liked to admit.

You sensed his hesitation. “I can always cancel baby I don’t want you to feel pressured or do anything you’re -“

“No!” Charles sounded a little more desperate than he intended and you had to fight back the smirk that wanted to appear on your lips. “No…it’s fine I’m okay with it…let’s try it.”

This time you allowed yourself to smile. You also took note of the fact that Charles had no protests on Max being your invitee and instead you could see the twinkle in his eye at the mention of his name.

Maybe the lestappen fan base aren’t as delusional as they seem, you thought to yourself.

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“Are you sure you wanna do this baby?” You asked Charles one last time. Max should be arriving at any minute but you wanted to make sure Charles was 100% sure and comfortable with what was about to happen.

“Yes amour I’m sure. I promise.” Charles answered just as there was a knock at the door. His stomach fluttered but he couldn’t tell if it was nerves, excitement or both.

You rushed to answer the door, Charles taking a deep breath before following after you. It wasn’t until you opened the door and his eyes connected with Max’s did he realize he had no idea what you told Max.

Did Max know you wanted to have a threesome with him? Or were you both going to try to seduce him? Was Charles meant to play with Max or would that only be you?

He began to get caught up in his thoughts until he felt your hand on his arm. Your touch easing him significantly.

“Charles is a little nervous but I’m sure we can help with that right?” Your eyes remained on Charles even though you directed your question at Max.

“Of course, you know what Dani says this isn’t my first rodeo we can get him to loosen up in no time.” Max patted Charles's chest before letting his hand drop to Charles's waist as he walked past the doorway into your home.

Charles couldn’t ignore the way Max’s words and touch made blood travel right down to his center.

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Charles stood in awe watching Max's hand tightly around your bare waist as he made out with you passionately in front of him. He watched as Max's hand traveled down to your ass which was covered by nothing but your red lace before he gave it a squeeze making you let out a soft moan.

Charles wasn't jealous of Max, he was seriously turned on by the sight in front of him. In fact, he was slightly jealous of the fact that your hands were all over Max's abs and the way your hand rubbed up and down his bulge over his underwear.

He started doing the same to himself. Except his heart skipped a beat when he saw Max make eye contact with him while he kept making out with you.

He pulled away from you. "Come here, Charlie," Max called out to him nonchalantly as he carefully pushed you back towards the bed making you sit on it.

"Why don't you help him relax," Max spoke to you this time as he brought Charles in front of you, you got on your knees smirking at Max's proposition before you released Charles from his boxers.

Charles's head fell back as your mouth covered him and you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. His feelings intensified by the fact that Max was rubbing his shoulders, and chest and even letting his fingers flicker his nipples.

"Ah, I won't last long like this." Charles sighed as he grabbed your head softly pulling you off him.

"What do you want us to do then?" You asked as Charles helped you off your knees and you placed a short but deep kiss on Charles's lips.

Max walked around him joining your side as you both faced Charles. It was only then Charles realized Max had stripped completely and now all three of you stood in your full naked glory.

Max was big there was no denying it but he wasn't bigger than Charles which is something he took notice of, although Charles couldn't deny the girth Max carried which made him nervous.

"I don't think I'm ready for..." Charles stumbled on his words as his gaze remained on Max's length.

"That's okay...we can do something else for now," Max reassured him unable to contain the proud smirk on his lips at the way Charles admired him.

"I have just the thing." You couldn't hide your excitement and what you had planned, something you really had been wanting to try, and just the thought got you wet. "Baby lay down on your back for us." you instructed Charles.

He did as you told, trusted you enough not to question it.

"Max can you straddle his thighs please" you then asked Max as you climbed onto the bed kneeling beside Charles.

Max smiled quickly figuring out what you had in mind.

Charles felt tingling in his entire body as he watched Max climb on top of him and jumped slightly when he felt Max's length graze against his skin.

"Relax baby, you'll enjoy this." you leaned down whispering in his ear before leaving kisses down his neck, and chest.

"What now?" Charles breathed getting slightly impatient and frustrated at the urgent need for something to happen.

"Ready baby?" you asked as you kept trailing kisses down his body reaching his dick.

"Yes, please do something." Charles's dick twitched involuntarily as your lips neared it.

He let out a long sigh as you licked a stripe down his length before doing the same to Max. You repeated the step, blowing them a couple of times getting them slick enough for the next step.

Once you felt they were slick enough you finally did it. You had to use both your hands as you joined their dicks together rubbing them against each other slowly while you moved your hands up and down.

Charles let out a guttural moan at the new feeling, his head immediately falling back and pressing into the pillow behind him. His eyes shut tightly, he didn't have to see what you were doing the feeling was overwhelmingly pleasurable enough and he also thought that if he looked he would cum immediately.

It was embarrassing how wet you were from the pleasure you were causing both these men, watching Charles trying to hold back his release and Max's ragged breath as he watched and thrust into your hand.

You jumped when you felt two fingers inside of you not realizing Charles had reached around, of course, he was worried about your pleasure too. He moved his fingers in and out at a rapid pace curling them exactly where he knew.

You almost orgasmed when Charles pulled his fingers out of you and used your juices to coat over his and Max's dick making sure everything remained slick enough, repeating the process of wriggling his fingers inside of you and collecting your wetness multiple times.

"I'm gonna cum." Max announced after a few minutes.

"Me too." Charles and you sighed in unison.

You released first around Charles's fingers and only a fraction of a second later did Charles cum quickly followed by Max whose cum mixed with Charles on his stomach.

Charles finally allowed himself to see the mess he and Max created on him although the scene didn't last long before he watched you lick his stomach clean swallowing all the contents.

"Fuck that was so hot." Max chuckled.

As usual, Charles grabbed your neck pulling you into him and kissing you deeply tasting now not only himself but also Max in your mouth.

"That was...incredible." Charles sighed after you pulled away, he watched Max climb off him and begin to put his boxers on.

"Call me anytime, and whenever you're ready we can try more." Max winked getting dressed in such a relaxed manner like he hadn't just aided in giving Charles the most incredible orgasm of his life.

"Thank you." You sat up thanking Max, he leaned over pecking your lips quickly before doing the same to Charles and walking out the door.

You looked down at Charles watching the confusion on his face at Max's action before a small smile appeared on his lips.

Maybe next time would come sooner than you thought and you couldn't be more excited.

Part 2

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Finally Free

Feb. Request- 3

In which Y/N asks Spencer out like she’s been wanting to before he went to prison.

Warnings: reader being awkward and flustered, flufffff,

Spencer x fem!reader

“Good morning, Agent Morgan.” She smiled, typing away at the computer as he walked in.

Derek smiled at her as he stepped up to the desk. “Mornin’, sweets. How’s it going?” He asked, scanning his badge on the reader.

She pressed a few buttons. “I’m doing… okay, I guess.” She shrugged. She hadn’t seen Agent Reid in a few months. She wondered if he left. “You’re all good.” She said nodding at the computer.

Derek chuckled. “Thanks, sweets.” He grabbed a piece of candy out of the jar she kept on the reception desk.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” She sighed and went back to typing away.

See, she had the biggest crush on Spencer Reid. It all started when she began working there.

Y/N spun around in her comfy chair, waiting for someone to come in the doors. It was 6 am and all she could think about was coffee and sleeping.

She stopped spinning when she heard the doors hiss open and footsteps near. “Hello, please scan your ba- ah oh my goddamn—“ She stopped when she saw the face of who walked in.

He was fucking beautiful. He had curly brown hair, green eyes and a pair of beautiful lips. She thought only people who looked like that were in movies!

She inhaled deeply when he furrowed his eyebrows. “Uh, sorry about that.” She blushed wildly. “I thought I saw a… a fly somewhere around here.”

He nodded. “Oh, okay. I thought there was something wrong.” He chuckled. “Uh, where’s Judice?” He asked. That was the last reception lady. She was 83 years old and a bitch.

The woman pressed her lips into a thin line and stood up. “Judice… uh passed. Sadly.” She nodded. “Uh, I’m Y/N. Y’know, the new kid.” She held her hand out.

Spencer tilted his head and smiled slightly. He hesitantly shook her hand. He didn’t usually do this but he didn’t feel like explaining. Plus, her hands were really soft. “I’m Spencer.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I know.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Oh— not that I know you. That would be totally weird, ‘cause I have never seen you in my life. I uh I saw your badge.” She stuttered. “Which I um still need you to scan by the way.” She said quickly before pressing her lips into a thin line.

Spencer chuckled and scanned his badge under the reader and she hummed. “Thank you, agent Reid.”

He smiled. “Call me Spencer.”

A few moments later, she heard footsteps. “Scan your badge, please.” She droned, not looking away from her screen.

The reader beeped and she looked at the other screen to press the accept button but froze.

Spencer Reid

She looked up slowly and saw him smiling down at her. “Agent Reid, hi!” She smiled.

Spencer raised his eyebrows a bit. “Hey! It’s good to see you.”

Me? It’s good to see me?

She blushed. “I— where have you been? You haven’t clocked in for months.” She shook her head, standing up.

“I… I was in prison.” He nodded.

She bursted out laughing. She stopped when he looked completely serious. “What? You’re not fucking with me right now?”

Spencer shook his head. “Nope.”

She didn’t want to ask him why. She saw the pain in his eyes even though he was smiling. She bit the inside of her cheek. “Well, I’m glad you’re back.” She nodded.

“Thanks. I’m glad to be back.” Spencer nodded. They seemed stare at each other for a million years.

In all reality it was just 5 seconds but she inhaled deeply and looked away, pressing accept on the screen. “You’re all good. See you when you get off?” She asked, sitting back down.

“See you when I get off.” He nodded and walked past the gate when it buzzed open.

She bit her lip and groaned quietly, letting her head fall onto her desk.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

After saying a shy ‘bye’ to Spencer the night before, she was ready to ask him out. Even if he rejected her, which she assumed he’d do, it would help her move on.

Plenty of people shot their shot but she only had eyes for Spencer Reid.

So, the next morning she sat at her desk like usual. She wore a black pencil skirt and a purple blouse, mostly because she knew it was his favorite because of one of the many short morning conversations they’d had.

She perked up each and every time she hears the badge reader beep but sighed when she realized that it wasn’t him.

“Why are you sighing at me?” A man from the mail room asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Go to work, Paul.” She groaned.

Many people and many sighs later, Spencer finally entered. She smiled at him as he walked up to the desk.

“Good morning, Spencer.” She nodded as he scanned his badge.

He smiled at her. “Good morning, Y/N. How are you today?”

She bit her lip. “I-I’m good.” She paused. “Hey, listen, can I—“

Rrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg

She shut her eyes as his phone rang. He sighed. “Sorry give me one second.” She hummed and nodded, watching his walk over to the corner and bring his phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

She pressed her lips into a thin line and tried to look like she wasn’t listening.

“Yeah, I’m free tonight.” Her breath hitched and she looked down at her fidgeting hands.

“Yeah, sure! Okay, I love you too. Bye.”

She bit her lip, feeling her cheeks warm up. She pressed the accept button without looking up and the gate buzzed open. “So, what did you wanna ask me?”

She shook her head, not looking at him. “Uh… never mind. I figured it out.”

He nodded with a smile, seeing her sudden mood change. “See you when I get off, Y/N.” He said.

“Yeah, see ya…” She mumbled not looking up at him.

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and stepped through the gate, starting his day thinking about why Y/N might have been upset with him.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Derek, Emily, Spencer and Garcia were all headed out for the night. Y/N smiled at them. “Good night, guys!”

Emily stopped herself from walking any further and spun around. “Hey, do you wanna go out for drinks with us later tonight?” She asked, motioning to her and her colleagues.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Uh… sure?” She shrugged. “You’re going?” She asked Spencer. He nodded. “But I thought you had plans with your girlfriend.” She spoke, causing everyone to pause and look at him.

Derek furrowed his eyebrows. “What? You have a girl—“

“No, no— I don’t.” Spencer shook his head, looking just as confused. “Where— who told you that?”

Y/N blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. “W-well this morning when you were on the phone… I heard you talking to someone a-and I just assumed… I’m sorry.” She said, looking down.

“It was just my mom, Y/N.” He said stepping forward. He glanced back at his friends. They pretended like they weren’t listening and walked outside.

Y/N felt embarrassed. Her cheeks heated up and her fists closed tightly. “I’m sorry— I just assumed and I shouldn’t have and—“

“It’s okay.” Spencer interrupted her. “Uh, have a good night, okay?” He asked, starting to leave.

She bit her lip. Now. Now.

She inhaled deeply as his hand touched the door to push. “Hey, Spencer?” She called.

He stopped almost immediately. Like he was expecting her to call for him. “Yeah?”

She cleared her throat. “Do you… uh… can— uh nope— okay. I want to go on a date with you.” She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut. “C-can I? Go on a date with you, I mean.”

She pressed her tongue to the bottom of her lip waiting for his rejection.

“Of course.”

She looked up, a smile growing on her lips. “Really?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, really. Y’know since I’m finally free.” He joked.

Y/N giggled. “Okay then.” She nodded. “I’ll Um text you.”

Spencer smiled. “O-or we could just go now.” He shrugged.

She raised her eyebrows. “What about your mom?”

He sighed. “Oh right. Uh… okay I’ll give you my number, okay?” He said, walking forward.

The woman grinned as he reached over the desk, taking a post it note from the stack and grabbing a pen from the cup.

He was finally free.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

When you don’t know how to end a one-shot, just write the title of it lmao

Anyways, thank you for this wonderful request @dreatine it was great to write! I hope it’s what you had in mind, if not I will happily rewrite it :)

Feel free to send requests through message or asks! Love y’all and I can wait for tomorrow’s post!!!!

[honkytonk-hangman]

... And In Health

Jake Seresin x Aviator!Reader

Summary: A year after Jake has come to terms with his sickness, he might just have the opportunity to find the cure.

Notes/Warnings: note much, maybe some language? mostly just Jake being a sweety and being cute <3 This part is set about a year after the first one.

In Sickness...

Masterlist

When the waitress stops by your table for the fourth time, with a free pity-drink, your lip begins to wobble as she walks away. An hour ago you promised yourself you weren’t going to cry, at least not until you got home.

You’ve always been quick to emote, but even more so since your last breakup. Although you were shy and quiet, you hadn’t always lacked confidence in the romance department, but after finding your boyfriend sleeping with someone else, you hadn't realised the hit your self-esteem had taken until recently, when you’d started putting yourself out there again.

Suddenly instead of worrying about how your butt looked or what your hair was doing, you had deeper, far more troubling worries, like not ever being enough, and feeling like a constant burden.

Being stood up tonight was really, honestly, the very last thing you needed. Worse still, you knew that when you called your pickup, you were likely going to have to explain the situation, and that you weren’t looking forward to whatsoever. Which is why you’d been waiting out the time, so at least you might be able to convince Jake that your date had shown up.

You doubt he’ll believe you if you tried lying, your feelings were always much too clear on your face, you were practically an open book. Jake in particular always seemed to see right through you, like he was paying more attention to you, but you think he might just be observant of everyone. You wouldn’t allow yourself to go on thinking you were special in some way to him, even if the two of you had been slightly closer since your previous breakup.

You appreciated it, that’s as far as you would let yourself go. Jake had told you that he saw you as a friend, and even if you lacked self confidence in that friendship, you knew Jake was the sort of person who went hard for his friends.

Which was the whole reason he’d offered to pick you up tonight in the first place.

Your own car had been playing up and when you’d finally gotten it in the mechanics, they’d given you the unfortunate news that they weren’t going to have it back to you in time for your date tonight. You’d been telling Phoenix that you were going to cancel, as you didn’t feel comfortable being picked up by a date you didn’t know all that well, when Jake had chimed in that he would be your ride, if you still wanted to go. Although he still made you flustered when he fixed you with one of his looks, you really did trust Jake, and you wouldn’t have accepted if it were anyone else, because you also knew he would never have offered if he hadn’t meant it.

You have had a few regrets now, but you don’t let yourself linger on them. This whole situation was already pushing you to the edge, you know that Jake picking you up and likely being annoyed on your behalf shouldn’t count towards that… even if part of you feared he might start an ongoing joke about that time you were stood up.

You cringe when you shoot off an ‘all done’ text, and receive an ‘already??’ In reply, but you force yourself not to elaborate.

You don’t even have his car door shut before you’ve burst into tears.

“Hey, woah! What the hell happened?!” Jake’s voice is bewildered and slightly panicked, but quickly it turns hard. “Is he still in there? Wait here.”

Hurriedly you reach across to grab his shirt sleeve, one hand still rapidly trying to wipe your eyes, now filled with scratchy mascara specks.

“It’s fine, please. Just take me home?” You sniffle, trying your best to calm down and hope he looks past your sobbing and does as you ask. He doesn’t though, looking at you like you had absolutely lost your mind.

“You’re crying!” He gestures at you as if you weren’t away. You shake your head, before realising you can’t exactly deny it, and nod.

When he pulls open his door and steps out, he pulls himself from your grasp with little effort. Pathetically you let your hand drop and desperately wipe more at your eyes, trying to see where he’s going. You almost jump when your car door opens again and Jake appears, ducking down into your line of sight, his face stern, but his eyes slightly wide and very concerned. You feel bad for making him worry.

“Cricket,” Jake begins, digging into his glove box and pulling out a wad of face wipes. “I’m going to need you to explain to me why you are crying, otherwise I’m going in there.” He isn’t using his normal friendly voice, right now you’re confronted with Hangman, not Jake, and it actually comforts you a little. You knew how Hangman worked, Jake often gave you more cause for confusion.

“He didn’t come. I know I shouldn’t be so upset, I’m sorry. I’m just tired and—”

“—He didn’t come?!” He cuts you off, sounding disgusted, and when you look up at him, you see his lip curled and his face pulled into a snarl. You drop your gaze, and all of sudden his temper seems to disappear and change entirely.

“So you’re saying he’s not even in there for me to chat to?”

It makes you snort a little, and when you glance up at him, Hangman is gone and once again you’re with Jake. You watch him look away from you, over the top of his car roof, and let out a deep sigh, before he looks back at you, his expression unreadable, but soft.

“Here,” Jake takes the wad of wipes you’ve been holding on to and you’re too tired and worn out emotionally to protest when he tips your face up and begins cleaning off your ruined makeup. He goes about it a lot more diligently than you’d have expected, and about five minutes later, he grabs the fistful of now filthy, makeup covered tissues, and steps briefly away to throw them in a nearby bin.

When Jake returns, he doesn’t come to stand at your side again, instead he closes it and returns to the driver's seat.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asks, like the last ten minutes hadn’t happened. You shake your head, and rest it against the window as he lets out a breath, and begins to pull out. The hand he reaches out to balance on your car seat as he checks behind him almost makes you wish you could just hug him, but you push that feeling down.

“Alright. Let’s go get you some food then, sweetheart.”

It’s not the first time Jake has ever called you ‘sweetheart’, but it’s the first time he hasn’t been teasing you when he’s said it. Your pulse jumps at the almost casual intimacy of the way he says it, like he’d said it this way a hundred times before. Like this was something you did regularly with one another.

It’s almost a blessing he doesn’t say much else for the rest of the short drive, if you’re overthinking this much already. You feel stretched thin, tired from your work week, and even more tired now that you've expended all the effort and emotional preparation in order to come out tonight only for it to end in pure disappointment. All you want to do is hide under your blankets for the rest of the weekend, and maybe drink a bottle of red wine through a curly straw while you do.

Jake seems to have other plans though, as when the car stops at last, you aren’t outside your apartment building. Before you can even open your mouth and ask him where you are, he’s at your door again, pulling it open and holding out his hand.

“Where are we?” You know you sound silly, seeing as the big neon sign flashed bright in front of you through the window.

“At a restaurant. A good one, this time.” Is as far as Jake goes to explain to you. Dumbly, you unbuckle yourself and go to hop out of the car, forgetting that he holds a hand out for you. Jake doesn’t forget though, and quickly moves to take your hand before you can balance it on the car door.

The movement makes your pulse jump again, and this time it doesn’t stop, seemingly keeping its new fast pace going. You blink rapidly up at the blind who watches you carefully, your mouth opening, working like a fish for a moment as you try to get your brain working again, but Jake gets there before you.

“Humour me,” he says sweetly, giving your fingers a slight squeeze as he does, doubling your heartbeat again, but you can’t stop yourself from nodding. When he smiles at you, you half expect it to be a familiar cheeky smirk, but it’s not.

You let Jake help you from the car, and try to get ahold of yourself as he guides you away and toward the front door. He even leads you around the grating in the sidewalk which your high heels would surely fall through, and you wonder why you’d never considered that Jake would be a good date before. At least, you’ve never considered it beyond his cocky persona. You’ve never thought about how he would open your door for you, or gently hold your hand, or make sure you didn’t have to contend with holes in the pavement.

You’re still tired, but this turn of events shocks a small amount of adrenaline into you, and you decide that you have enough energy at least for whatever Jake has planned. Or, at the very least, you don’t have the energy to fight it, but you trust him, so you choose to trust that whatever it is, he means the best.

Jake releases your hand when he reaches for the door, and you find yourself startled by the feeling of loss that overcomes you when he does. You notice then for the first time that Jake wears a simple pair of slacks and a knit polo shirt that still sits a little rumpled from where you’d grabbed him by the sleeve earlier.

Once you’ve allowed yourself to be ushered inside the restaurant, you turn back and quickly smooth out the soft material, doing your best to be impartial to the feeling of his firm bicep under your fingertips, even though you find yourself needing to pull down the fabric where it seems to stretch even tighter around his muscled arm. Normally you really only take notice of Jake’s physique when he’s purposefully using it against you, to make you tongue-tied for his amusement, but this is really the first time you’ve found yourself up-close and personal, and you’re once more surprised by the intense desire you have to be hugged by him, to press yourself up against what you know to be his incredible strong body, feel that strength wrap itself around you.

Briefly you glance up at his face, expecting an amused smirk, but all you find is another unreadable expression, though his eyes do follow your movements closely. You finish your smoothing with a small pat, and turn away again. It takes another moment for you to feel him stir back into action behind you, and you find yourself again caught up in your thoughts as he steps slightly around you, to speak to a waiter who pops out to see you seated.

You’re vaguely aware that when you’re shown to your table, Jake pulls your chair out for you, and rests his hand briefly on your shoulder as you’re settled, squeezing it gently before he steps away to his own seat.

For a while the both of you are quiet as you mull over the menu, but the more your stomach begins to grumble, the more your senses seem to come back to you properly at last, and the bitter taste of disappointment and embarrassment that has been swirling around inside your chest and head all night begins to recede. This was just Jake, and even though sometimes he confused you, you knew Jake. You know that what he’s doing right now is his own way of hugging you and telling you it’ll be okay, like Phoenix would if she were in his place.

Your shoulders, which you hadn’t even realised had been slightly raised, relax as you place down your menu and take to studying the man in front of you instead. You’re able to watch him for a good minute before he turns the page of his menu, long enough to know he wasn’t reading it at all.

“I like Italian,” you venture, though your inflection makes it sound a little like a question, one you’re not sure you have the courage yet to ask.

“I know.” Jake replies, at last dropping the laminated booklet and linking his hands together on the table in front of him. You want to challenge him, but you stop yourself, figuring that knowing what your friends liked was the least someone could do.

You soften a little then, and drop your gaze to your place setting, straightening the silverware nervously, feeling his gaze locked on to you, and you chance peeking up at him as you talk.

“You really don’t have to–” you don’t even get to finish speaking before his sharp gaze flashes, eyes narrowing and he lowers his chin. “If you want dessert you won’t finish that sentence,” his words are humorous, but his voice maintains a level of sternness that you’d heard earlier when he’d been worried. You wonder if he usually masked his concern or anxiety with hardness. You wonder if that worked for him like it worked for you. You can’t deny that his cutting through your shit to get at the real problem was helpful when you were so prone to brushing off your own comfort for the sake of others.

Jake sighs then, but doesn’t even look away from you as he picks up the carafe of water and pours you each a glass.

“I’m not letting you go home tonight with that being the last date under your belt,” he sounds more casual now, and there's an offended scoff that punctuates his words, like the idea insulted him as well as you.

“This isn’t a date, though,” you hear yourself argue, though it's more out of sheer confusion than any real protest. You regret it immediately though, as Jake’s signature smirk makes an appearance, and he unfolds his hands to fix you with pure amusement.

You almost jump right out of your skin when something warm brushes over your hand again, and you realise too late that he’s taking it in his own, leaning toward you and cocking his head as his thumb begins brushing softly across the tops of your fingers, like he knew his actions have frozen you in place.

“Sure it is,” he tells you, and that seems to be that.

It takes you a moment to reboot your brain.

“You took all my makeup off…!” you protest after a moment, letting your arm go more slack as the feeling returns to the hand he holds. Jake raises an eyebrow, lips twitching.

“Don’t need it,” he shrugs, before relenting some. “For what it’s worth, in the two seconds I saw you before you started crying, it looked nice.”

You’re forced to reconcile with the idea that Jake thought you looked nice, and attempt to work out what that means for you now.

“Oh… Thank you…” is all you’re able to say, and are immediately greeted once again with his regular smirk, though it feels a little softer around the edges now, almost tender, but you think that must be only in your imagination.

“This is when you tell me how handsome I look,” Jake prompts, and you could roll your eyes and laugh him off, but the more you think about it, the more you actually agree with him.

“You look very handsome tonight.” you say, meaning it, finally able to laugh softly when he preens obviously at the praise.

“And have I been working out?” he’s definitely teasing you now, but you don’t mind so much, because his thumb is still slowly moving in circles over your fingers, which you’ve only just realised do feel rather cold.

“You’re always working out.” you tell him, your brows furrowing just a little but only for show. Jake fixes you with an amused expression and shakes his head. His hand tightens around yours just a little.

“Not always. Sometimes I take beautiful, lovely women out on dates.” he corrects you. Your heart leaps into your throat, and you blink at him, dazed.

“Sorry to interrupt your plans, then,” you joke, but it comes out a little more self-deprecating than you really mean. Jake narrows his eyes at you again.

“Are you questioning my tastes?”

“Almost always.”

“I’ll have you know that you are both beautiful, and inarguably lovely, Cricket.”

His words make you stare dumbly at him, mouth once more working like a fish to try and figure out what it is you’re supposed to say to that. You don't realise until it's too late that you’ve said those words aloud.

Jake smiles, full and wide and not teasing at all this time.

“You say ‘thank you, baby. This is the best date I’ve ever been on’,” he almost sing-songs.

“I’m not calling you ‘baby’!” you sputter, your brain going into overdrive at the thought of Jake calling you baby.

“Not yet you aren’t,” Jake blinks slowly at you, but he doesn’t back down from the statement, staring at you until you’re the one forced to look away, and he speaks again. “But I can be patient. I’ve been patient.”

You find yourself transfixed by what he could possibly mean by the fact that he’s been patient, but you don’t get the opportunity to ask, because your waiter returns and watch enamoured as Jake orders for you, not really that surprised that he knows what you want, but surprised that you’re so quickly becoming normalised to this behaviour from him.

Oddly, as dinner goes on, you almost forget that it’s Jake you’re with. He seems softer, gentler in a way that you hadn’t been aware existed within him, but in a way that you aren’t sure how you’re going to live without once he drops you home again and the spell is broken. In your minds eye, you realise that day to day you’ve seen glimpses of this Jake, when he’d wordlessly begun offering you a hand when you’d climb up to your jet around a year ago now, or how he’d normally complain about the amount of time everybody else took with their shots at darts, but sometimes when it was just the two of you he simply waits quietly for you to line yourself up properly, even occasionally giving you an ego-free pointer that always helped.

You wonder how often other people saw this side of Jake, and if you might be able to convince you into showing you more. For once his perpetual amusement and teasing seems to be at bay, and you’d like to think that this is the way he is in the quiet times, in the morning before his coffee, or in the grocery store. You can picture him in these times, but more importantly you want to see him in these times, more than you might have thought you would, more than out of simple curiosity.

His fingers lacing with yours after your plates are cleared makes you think once more of his talk of patience, and you wonder briefly if he wanted you to see him like this too.

“Absolutely not,” Jake quickly cuts in when you both stand by back near the entrance, reviewing the bill. The card you hold out, and the hand it’s in are engulfed suddenly by his much larger one, and even as the waiter smiles between the two of you, Jake doesn’t let you escape his grasp, holding you firmly in place as he hands his own card over.

“Jake!” you grumble, trying to pull your fist out of his, but he simply tightens his hold and gives the waiter a look like ‘can you believe this woman’.

“I’m so sorry about her, she hasn’t been taken out properly in a while, she’s forgotten all about how dates are supposed to work,” Jake tells the waiter conspiratorially, voice thick with faux-sympathy, like your cause was truly tragic. Your protests are fully silenced however, when he shoots you a pitying look, and brings your enclosed fist to his lips, kissing it softly like you were a sick puppy or something of the like.

You know he’s aware of the effect he has on you, it was why he teased you so much, but for the first time ever, you think he’s actually using it properly against you to get his way, and unfortunately, you aren’t even able to summon much annoyance about it. Quite the opposite in fact, his display makes your argument fall quiet and your heart skip several beats as he kisses your fingers tenderly again, before offering it back to you at last.

Quietly, you put your card away and bite your lip as he finishes paying.

—

“Jake,” you begin slowly, having taken most of the car ride so far to gather your thoughts together.

“Cricket,” Jake matches your tone and cadence, while shooting you an amused smile.

“Why did you hold my hand?” you try your best to ignore him, and shift slightly in your seat. Jake seems to shift too, but he only glances briefly over at you this time.

“Do you mean ‘why am I still holding your hand?’?” he squeezes your aforementioned hand, still in his grip and laying on the centre console. When he shoots you another amused grin, he’s met only with your pursed lips. Placing his gaze back toward the road, he rolls his eyes a little.

“Because I want to? I don’t know, feels kinda nice, don’t ya think?” Jake clears his throat a little, before a frown begins forming between his eyebrows and he seems to lurch. “Unless it doesn’t, in which case–” he begins to loosen his grip on you, but before you can think too much about what you’re doing, you tighten your own fingers laced through his, and give him an even more unimpressed look.

“So it does feel nice, note taken.”

You sit in silence for a few more minutes, in which time Jake begins slowly stroking his thumb across the back of your hand. When you do finally pull up to your apartment block, you feel the need to say something, but you don’t know what, so you keep quiet as Jake puts his car into park.

“Wait here,” he tells you and before you can really respond, he’s jumping out of the car and loping around to your side, opening the door with a gallant smile.

“You know, you’re a pretty good date, Jake,” you say softly, letting him take your hand once again and help you out of the car. Jake beams at you in an almost boyish manner that makes you want to squish his cheeks, but you refrain.

“Why thank you,” he says proudly, making you smile too.

You stand and stare at one another for a moment once you’re settled on your heels, and Jake cocks his head at you, before offering out his hand for you. Biting your lip slightly, you can’t help but look at your feet as you reach out and take the offered hand, feeling your chest go all warm again when he adjusts his hold to be more firm, and you both begin walking again.

Jake lets you take more of a lead, even though you know he knows where you live, considering he had been one of the friends you’d enlisted to help you move out of your old place. You can’t help but wonder if all this hand-holding was going to affect your friendship now, or what it even meant for your friendship. Your mind goes back to what Jake had said about patience at dinner, and what that meant.

Biting your lip again, you come to a stop in front of your apartment door, taking your hand back reluctantly so that you can pull your key from your purse and unlock your door.

“You aren’t going to cry again once I’m gone, are you?” Jake suddenly asks, making you blink back at him. He shoves both hands in his pockets and purses his lips. “Can’t be having that, now can we?” he says as if that explained his concern.

“No… No, I feel a lot better now,” you tell him, and you really do mean it. “Thank you for dinner.”

Jake stares at you, like he often does when he’s trying to make someone crack. Usually it worked pretty well on you, but you have nothing to crack over right now, so you simply stare back at him and shrug.

“I’m glad you feel better, Cricket. I don’t like seeing you upset.” Jake tells you, and even though his expression is humorous, his voice is stern and sincere, and it makes your stomach twist and turn violently in a way you’ve felt it attempt to do several times recently, but you’ve never let yourself linger on. It's as though all at once you can’t stop it, and an explosion of butterflies takes the place of all your internal organs.

“What was that?” Jake murmurs, and you blink at the step he takes forward, his brow furrowed in concern. You realise you’ve spoken the question that’s been on your mind out loud, and you swallow thickly as you try to gather yourself again.

“I… Earlier, you said you’ve been patient… what did that mean?” you ask, chewing the inside of your lip, wondering if you even want this question answered in the first place.

Jake cocks his head at you, and you can’t help but take note of how his lips quirk in the corners, like he thought it was adorable that you even had to ask.

“It means,” Jake begins, stepping even closer, and resting his arm on the wall above your head. “That about a year ago, I realised that I wanted to kiss you, and a year later, I still do.”

You stare up at him, and try to refrain from moving too much, as if he might disappear if you did.

“But only if you want me to,” he adds after a moment, beginning to peel back from you. Once more you don’t think too hard about what your body does, and you realise too late that your hand has shot out to rest against his chest, smoothing over his collar. Jake stops in his retreat and fixes you in his gaze again, even as your mouth opens and closes silently. You frown at your own inability to talk, and feel a pit begin to open in your stomach, sucking up the butterflies let loose there.

Jake frowns down at you, as if he can read your thoughts, and gently covers your hand with his own.

“Do you want me to?” he asks softly, and you’re glad he doesn’t make you say it, you aren’t sure you’re ready to ask yet, but you think he might understand this about you.

You nod at him and hold your breath as he seems to cock his head again. Briefly you see him smile, full and warm, but quickly you’re gasping softly as he kisses you.

Kissing Jake has been something you’ve refused to let yourself think about, repressing the thought so much that you’re truly surprised by how good he is at it. It makes sense, you think, that Jake would be a great kisser, and you’re fairly certain that you’ve never ever been kissed like this before, either. If this was what you’d been missing out on for a year, you feel foolish and idiot, because right now you vow that you will let Jake kiss you whenever he wants, wherever he wants from now on.

When at last he pulls away, you relish in the way his hand cups your cheek, thumb swiping back and forth tenderly.

“I don’t know about you, Cricket,” he says, making your chest flutter when he nuzzles at your nose sweetly. “But I think that feels kinda nice too, don’t you think?” he places another, much chaster kiss to your lips, and you can’t help but let out a soft laugh.

“Yes, Jake. I think it feels nice, too.”

@starlightstories @fox-bee926 @startrekfangirl2233 @izzyomfg @shanimallina87 @phoenix1388 @t-nd-rfoot @sehnsuchts-trunken @dagger-wren @bradshawsbitch @penwieldingdreamer @roleycoleyland @ussgallifrey just tagging some possibly interested folks!!!!

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May I request Dorm Leaders with an S/O who is like Violet Parr from The Incredibles?

It would also be quite interesting that both of her younger brothers also came with her to Twisted Wonderland and at Night Raven College…

Targeted towards female reader, but no gender-specific pronouns are used. Trying to make my scenarios longer, so have 4 paragraphs per character rather than 3.

Riddle Rosehearts

You both were very awkward, and Dash liked to make fun of you both for having crushes on each other. It did bring you close together, because he saw how much you truly cared about your younger brother. Speaking of, he totally tries to seek his approval in courting you.

When Riddle overblotted, your first instinct was to protect Dash. If you hadn’t realized he could be of good use in battle, you would have just cast a force field over the both of them. However, you tried and realized that you weren’t strong enough since the overblot monster was overpowering you very quickly.

After, the poor Housewarden felt like crying once he saw you in the infirmary bed next to him. Your younger brother was sitting in between you two, visibly worried. It turns out that you were hit in the stomach with the rose bush, so Riddle got up and held your hand while trying to comfort Dash. 

Then, you woke up and Riddle would have kissed you had Dash not been there. Once you had your ‘I totally wasn’t worried about you’ sibling moment, your brother left you in the company of your crush. There, Mr. Rosehearts finally placed a kiss on your lips.

Leona Kingscholar

This man definitely teases you. He will push your hair out of your face whenever you try to hide behind it or he will sniff you out whenever you go invisible, and he will smirk whenever he makes you flustered. It is his new life purpose to make you stutter and go shy because he is reminded of the predator-prey dynamic between the two of you.

However, he gets annoyed whenever Dash tells you both to get a room. Like, bro needs to shut up unless he wants the lion to commit a felony. But, like he feels for Cheka, he does appreciate the young brat. He does not go easy on him in any competition, though.

When he overblotted, he had touched your arm and you started crumbling to dust. However, Dash stepped up and helped you defeat Leona and you were utterly exhausted. You and him were rushed to the infirmary. He had woken up first to see your arm in a bandage, and your brother was there beside you.

Once you had woken up, he allowed the young boy to have a moment with you, but the kiss this lion gave you once your brother was gone was nothing like you had ever experienced before. You would think you had been gone for 7 years, but who wasn’t complaining? That’s right: you, you simp.

Azul Ashengrotto

Mans thought you were absolutely gorgeous, but he was just as shy as you were. He couldn’t get any words out whenever you summoned the courage to speak to him, and it was a cause for teasing from the tweels. So, to compensate, he will send you violets and letters upon the Ramshackle door mat.

Because he loves you so much, I think he would want to get close with Dash. What way to do that than with free food at the Mostro Lounge? Honestly, it’s mostly a ploy to get you to visit him more. He will sit down with you both and give you (and your brother) his full, undivided attention.

When he overblotted, the cecaelia kept striking over and over and over again until you were exhausted from shooting force fields. Then, the final blow was sacking you in the stomach with a tentacle. Dash delivered the final blow, and guess who ended up in the infirmary? That’s right: you two! But guess who woke up to see you still unconscious just to feel like a real piece of shit? That’s right: Azul!

The second you woke up, he was by your side along with your brother. After saying that he totally wasn’t scared for you, Dash left, leaving the two of you alone with each other. You reached up with newfound courage and pulled him into a kiss, both of you glad that the other was okay.

Kalim Al-Asim

He is the extrovert to your introvert. He is also a simp for you just as you are for him. He is very straightforward with his feelings for you, often placing light kisses on the back of your hand and giving you very extended hugs. He finds your ability to turn invisible cool, but really upsetting because it’s your defense mechanism when you get too flustered.

You better believe that Dash is his best friend (aside from you and Jamil). It’s so cute to see the two interact. Kalim has a shit ton of siblings, so he can easily win over your brother. In fact, he’s with your boyfriend more than you’re with him. They often hang out without you, and you feel like the third wheel.

When Jamil overblotted, the eldest Al-Asim child could only watch as you and your brother ran into battle. You were turning invisible so that you would have a good shot at hitting Jamil with a force field. However, you were instead hit with the buff arm of the overblot monster, meaning you were knocked out cold.

Kalim and Dash were right next to you in the infirmary when you woke up. The Housewarden was probably even happier than Dash because mans really loved you and was very worried. It was a miracle that your brother got any time with you because your boyfriend was hogging all of your time.

Vil Schoenheit

You would think that he doesn’t notice you, but he definitely does. It’s amusing how you shrivel up whenever he spares even a glance in your direction, and he’s living for the attention. Not to worry, since he thought you were absolutely breathtaking, albeit very shy.

Dash reminds him of Epel, mainly because they both are insufferable. However, for your sake, Vil will try to get along with your little brother. He’s not the best with family (presumably aside from his father), but he’s trying! Eventually, Dash warms up to him.

When he overblotted, you were too busy trying to protect your younger brother that you didn’t see the basket that was headed your way. Vil wanted to warn you somehow (he didn’t want to hurt you), but the ink kept him from saying anything. So, he watched as he knocked his beloved unconscious. As expected, Dash was angry and ended up delivering the final blow.

In the infirmary, your younger sibling was sitting in between you and Vil. The latter had woken up to see a bruise on your side, possibly from the basket. Once you had woken up, it was your first time seeing the Housewarden of Pomefiore without makeup. However, he was still very beautiful.

Idia Shroud

You both are the same person. You both are shy, like to hide behind your hair, Idia wishes he can go invisible like you can. But, as time goes on, you get more confident. You take the initiative to hang out with him (mostly online), and he is grateful.

I feel like he would get along with Dash great. Bro has video games that your younger brother has never even played before, so it only makes sense. Plus, Ortho and Dash are probably best friends, which gives you more of an excuse to visit Idia.

When he overblotted, you and your brother jumped into battle against him. You thought you would be fine, but you saw that Dasn was about to get hurt so you trapped him in a force field. However, the overblot monster saw that you were distracted and took advantage. A sweep of the monstrous arm had you up in the air on landing on your head, and you were out for the count.

Later, in the infirmary, Idia had woken up before you, and he saw the bandage around your head. Memories came flooding back, and he felt like a real piece of shit. When you had woken up, he was sitting next to you. Dash hadn’t come back yet, so you both were alone by yourselves. The eldest Shroud brother started crying and begging for your forgiveness, and you being you, forgave him.

Malleus Draconia

Again, he is very amused by your shyness. He knows that it does not come from a place of fear but rather a place of attraction, so he takes no offense. What he will do to make you go invisible out of fluster is he will hand you a rose every time he sees you at night as well as a kiss on the back of your hand. This man made you feel like a princess.

He has experience with little children (Silver, for example), and so he and Dash also get along well. Oftentimes, Malleus will take your brother out for ice cream as they get to know each other. This is very heartwarming for you, especially when your younger brother comes back to Ramshackle while telling you about the fun outing he just had.

During the overblots, Malleus is typically away from the whole situation. But, that doesn’t stop him from using his magic to watch. When he saw Leona touching your arm and thus dissolving you into dust, he was absolutely furious. However, if he were to do anything, you could end up even more hurt. 

The dragon fae rushed to the infirmary once he knew you were there. He may or may not have used his magic to heal your arm, but waking you up was a piece of cake. He had placed a gentle kiss upon your lips, and your eyes opened. Dash walked in on that, and immediately gagged.

[twooneztaylorthecat]

Reunion - Adam Stanheight / Reader

18 +

the inspiration for this one was a three word writing prompt, where I randomized two nouns three times, and one adjective three times (through a random word generator). Its a stretch, and I couldn't think of a proper way to include the third word. So, please enjoy!

18 +

Dominant, wing, demonstrate 

It was Halloween in the resounding city of New Jersey. You did your hair up, and flattened out your clothes, tapping your shoes nervously on the marble floor. You were dressed up as an angel, attending a Halloween party at your neighbor’s house. You were only going because your friend said he was going. And… you thought this would be a perfect way to… oh… you didn’t really know… Impress him? 

There were still wrinkles in your outfit, but you’d ironed it twice already, and it wasn’t coming out, and you didn’t want to ruin the clothes, so you left it alone. On your back were two, majestic, wings that spread out and curled around your sides. You smiled at your reflection, thinking how you looked so pretty. 

Then, you grabbed your wallet and your phone, and headed outside. The brown and orange leaves lay on the pavement and crunched satisfyingly underfoot. You could see your neighbor’s house across the street, its windows blocked out by fake wooden boards, and creepy hanging spiderwebs. You got excited when you saw a familiar car in the driveway. HE was here.

You gathered courage, and knocked upon the door. In only a matter of seconds your neighbor, Marie, opened the door, wearing a witches costume, a broom in one hand and a wand in the other. They hugged you as you came in, and you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face. In the distance, you could hear the magical voice of your best friend, right around the corner, in the kitchen. 

Pulling out of the hug, you hurried down the hall and entered the kitchen eagerly. It had been a couple of years since you’d seen him, but his voice was still the same as you remembered it. And when you caught a glimpse of him, your heart stopped in your throat. He looked exactly the way he did when you saw him last. 

“Adam!” You exclaimed, running forward. 

The man turned away from the conversation he was having with your neighbor’s husband. His eyes lit up instantly when he saw you, and he smiled. He lifted you into his arms. “Y/N, it’s been such a long time! How are you?”

“I’m so happy to see you!” You confessed. 

“And I you. What’ve you been up to with your life?”

“Saving money for a new apartment. The job’s fine but the apartment sucks.”

“I recently got back into photography. I thought I’d waited long enough after… what happened… to me…”

You nodded sympathetically. “Yes. How are you?” You asked. 

“I’m still in therapy. But, I’m better. It happened two years ago now. The only thing I regret is pushing you away.”

“Awe, don’t worry about that. I understand why you did it.”

Adam smiled again, and then seemed to realize how close he was standing to you. He released his arms from around your waist, and you took a step back. 

“You… You didn’t dress up…” You said, almost disappointedly. 

Adam looked away, seeming shy all the sudden. “Yeah… I didn’t… want to get out of my comfortable clothes.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Adam’s cuteness. “Awe, it’s okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to! It’s so you.”

“You look lovely in that outfit,” Adam said. “Those wings are elaborate.”

“Thanks. I spent lots of money on getting them done. I met with someone online. They were really nice!”

Adam stroked a hand down the soft wings, and looked into your eyes. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a while, the heat and tension mounting. It lasted only until the doorbell rang again and more of your neighbors arrived, but by then you still felt flustered. Adam broke eye contact, and took in a deep breath. “So… I guess we should greet the others?” 

A strange feeling settled in your stomach, one you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Yeah… I suppose…” You couldn’t keep the reluctance out of your voice. 

Adam didn’t seem to hear it. He took your hand, and led you into the living room, which was just across the kitchen. You spotted more of your neighbors inside, most of them were talking with the head of the HOA. You stayed back, only wishing to observe. Adam stayed by your side. Neither of you moved to make small talk with the other guests. 

After some seconds, you and Adam maneuvered around to the couch, and sat down on the far end, furthest away from the crowd. You took up a conversation with Adam, succumbing to the fact that you wouldn’t be ‘greeting the others’ after all. That kinda thing just wasn’t your ‘forte.’ 

“I heard you and Annabelle broke-up…”

Adam tucked and untucked his shirt a couple of times, settling on untucked. “Yeah. She really wasn’t helping my mental health after the incident.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“It was a long time ago,” He said with a small smile. 

You remembered seeing the post about a week ago, so you know he was playing it off, but you didn’t want to pry. “Are… are you seeing someone now?”

Adam laughed wryly. “Ha! Like I could get over it that quickly. Annabelle rushed me to get over everything that Jigsaw put me through. She… became impatient, and angry. She blamed me for a lot of things that were out of my control. For one, when she gave birth to a stillborn, she said it was my fault for not trying hard enough to take care of her. But, I was taking care of myself then. I wasn’t the one drinking alcohol while pregnant.” 

“You were going to have a baby?!” You exclaimed in astonishment, before you could stop yourself. 

“Not mine,” Adam said hastily, undisturbed by the inconsiderate interruption. “She cheated. Said that was my fault too. ‘If I had been more… available’. That was her word. ‘Available’.”

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry, Adam.” You whispered. Seeing Adam look so forlorn broke your heart. 

But before you could change the topic, he continued. “Like, the baby could have been mine… what a waste of breath… She didn’t even care that I didn’t want a kid. Of course, I would help her raise it, but… the way she said it. Like I didn’t have a choice. Like, this baby deserved to be MINE.” 

You reached a hand up to Adam’s cheek, and turned his face towards you. “Hey… We don’t have to talk about this. I didn’t mean to… bring all this up…”

Adam looked into your eyes and nodded. “Yeah…” He mumbled. 

“Why don’t… Why don’t we get some cider? Marie’s making some in the kitchen.” 

Adam nodded again, his expression still forlorn. “I… I wanted to tell you that for a long time…” Adam said suddenly, making you stop. 

You turned back to him, your heart pounding in your chest, and its heartbeat reverberating in your ears. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. “Oh, Adam…” You reached a hand up to his shoulder, and grasped it tightly. “I’m so sorry I never stopped by.”

“No… I needed the space. But, I’m just so relieved I got to see you again.” He leaned his head into yours, and before you knew what was happening, you found yourself lips-to-lips with him.

Surprised, you kissed Adam back, pushing him into the couch. His hands crawled up chest, over your shirt, sending warmth through your whole body. The feeling of his soft lips on yours numbed the feeling of social anxiety, and staved off the worry thoughts in your mind. 

He took your breath away with every moment that passed, making you want him more, and more, and more… He pushed you, and you pushed him, and the pattern continued, until you found yourself in his lap, pushing him against the couch cushions, and pinning his hands to his sides. His muffled moans got you to sit back, and look at your work in progress. 

Embarrassment flooded you, as you realized what you were doing. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry… I… forgot who I was with… I can’t believe I did that…”

Adam gazed at you, out of breath. “Wait… are you… single?” He looked worried.

Awkwardly, you said, “Y-yes… Why is that relevant?”

“I didn’t know you knew how to kiss like that. Almost thought you might’ve been practicing with someone else.”

You smiled at Adam’s joke. “No… I just… One night stands…” On a sadder note you added, “I’ve not found someone worth more than that…”

“What about me?” Adam asked quietly. 

Humiliated, you glanced away, realizing your mistake. “I-I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m just kidding.”

You smiled awkwardly. 

“How about we get that cider?” Adam asked. 

“Yeah.” You agreed. “That would be… lovely.”

Adam pushed you from his lap, and as he did, he whispered, “You’re gonna have to do that again, Y/N.”

Blushing, you nodded at him, and followed him into the kitchen, where you found a pot of hot cider waiting on the stove top. Marie was off to the side. You poured a glass for yourself and one for Adam. Adam took it from you happily, and you both took seats at the breakfast table.

In silence, you drank the cider peacefully, each one enjoying the other’s company. Through the window, the sun was setting and its vibrant light cast intricate shadows onto the table and bathed the world outside in darkness. 

Adam sipped his cider flirtatiously, getting your attention. You watched him with a blank face, wondering how long you could ignore his attempts until he finally broke. But neither of you were easy at giving up or backing down, and the competition lasted for twenty minutes. It was only broken when you emptied your cups of cider, after which you shared a laugh together. 

“I noticed how you were holding your cup,” Adam said. 

“Oh? What’s wrong with how I hold my cup?” 

“Nothing… But… You don’t hold it by the handle.”

You nodded. “Oh yeah. It kinda hurts to hold it by the handle. I usually hold it around the base of the cup, you now? So my fingers go through the handle.”

Adam copied your way of holding the cup. “It keeps my hands warm,” he admitted. “But, I want to see you hold it by the handle.”

Chuckling, you took the cup in your dominant hand. And, trying to be impressive, you lifted your pinky, as is traditional. Adam laughed, and walked around the table so that he was behind you. “Here, let me help you.” He put a hand on yours and adjusted your fingers. He adjusted the cup so it fit snugly in your palm. You looked at him, and held the cup precariously, before nearly dropping it on your lap. 

“I think I’m just gonna hold it the other way,” you said self-consciously. 

Adam stepped back, a look of admiration in his eyes. “That’s fair,” he said.

A silence hung between you two for a short moment, and then Adam said, “You want to get out of here?”

“What? But… we came here to party!”

“We could go somewhere else to… finish this party…”

You hung onto every word that he said, a burning sensation filling you up. “Oh yes… I don’t think Marie would really miss me. They're hanging out with their friends.” You looked over to the fireplace, where Marie and a group of other ladies were playing a card game of Phase Ten, Marie’s husband watching from the sidelines, and laughing his ass off. 

Adam followed your gaze, and smiled. “So, does that mean you’ll sneak off with me?”

“Duh.” You smirked at Adam.

You grabbed your belongings, and headed outside, letting Adam take you to his car. He opened the door for you, like a gentleman. You curtsied sarcastically, and got into the car. Adam, feeling challenged by your curtsy, kissed you hard. Taken completely off your guard, you fell back against the seat, and grabbed Adam closer. Without another question, Adam stepped into the car, and straddled you, his mouth never once leaving yours.

Your plans cut short, you made it only to the car, where Adam slammed the door shut, and started stripping your clothes off. You let him, your fantasies of two years finally coming true. 

In the rush, you pulled each other’s clothes off, and threw them anywhere. You didn't really care where they ended up in the end, so long as you got what you wanted. And it appeared that Adam felt the same way.

Adam broke away to get a breath of air. You gasped for air too, while the moment presented itself. The two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, finding lust and love in the other’s sparking glances. “Oh, Y/N…” Adam murmured. “I need this. I need you. I just didn’t know it until now…”

His voice brought you back to reality, and you realized just how out of breath you were. You rested your head on the headrest, and smiled. “And I you…” You replied longingly. There was a very obvious bloodrush between your legs, and you groaned, pressing your hips against Adam’s. 

Adam smiled, as he positioned himself correctly over you. And then you screamed, and you were delighted to hear Adam’s breath hitch at the noise. Instantly, pleasure consumed you. Your whole body tensed up as you felt Adam move inside you. Adam’s body moved smoothly with yours and the two of you formed a rhythm that could only be duplicated by its original creators. 

You threw your head back, hitting it hard against the headrest, but you didn’t even notice. Adam continued to pound you into the passenger’s seat, leaving you feeling starstruck. Your mind was so numb with ecstasy that you couldn’t move, only lie there in shock while Adam fucked you sensless.

In the cold, dusty, car, you found yourself outside your neighbor’s house, barely able to move, barely able to think, and whimpering Adam’s name in rushed, irregular breaths, and Adam whimpering your name in the same fashion, as you raised the pressure between yourselves, and finally leading to an overblown orgasm, that left your legs strained, your whole body uncontrollably shaking, and stars in your eyes. 

Adam had filled you up with all of him… Including extras… And when he pulled out, you flinched. Adam looked at his work, and then after some maneuvering, you started cuddling and kissing, with pillow talk. 

As you laid there feeling each other’s chests rise and fall in unison with every breath, you said, “So… Adam… does this mean we’re…?”

“We’re whatever you want us to be,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow, and said playfully, “You mean… You could be my best friend forever and nothing else?”

Adam sighed. “If that’s what you want…” He gave you a look of utter sadness, and you regretted making the joke. 

“No, that’s not what I want!” You cried out. “I want… I want to be with YOU…”

Adam smiled at that. “I want to be with you, too.”

Still gathering your breath, you gazed out the frosty window. “You think we should go back inside before they start to realize we’re missing?”

Adam looked out the window too. “Yeah. Probably.”

You stayed for just a couple minutes longer, enjoying the aftermath of your deepest fantasy coming to life. Then you started to get dressed. It was a struggle to put your clothes back on, but once it was done, the two of you slowly meandered back inside your neighbor’s house, ready to finish up the Halloween party, once and for all. 

[ticklishraspberries]

Shameless (Draco/Luna)

Summary: Luna is never embarrassed, which means Draco has to be the one blushing. Neither of them really mind. (Based on a prompt by @itslittlegiggle that I’ve been hoarding in my inbox for god knows how long! Hope y’all enjoy it!)

It had been quite a surprise for Draco Malfoy to realize that he was pining after Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw girl in the year below him, and probably the most teased girl in Hogwarts since Moaning Myrtle had been alive. He felt himself drawn to her individualism, her quirkiness, and how she acted like none of the bullies made the slightest dent in her armor. Not only did she hold her head up with pride when people made jokes about her clothes, her jewelry, her beliefs, or her relationship, but she refused to change a thing about herself to make it stop

Of course, he would come to learn that the bullying did get under her skin, when he found her wandering the halls, searching for her shoes that had been stolen once again. As a Prefect, he should have given her detention. But he was going soft for her, it seemed, as he instead took it upon himself to help her look, and after they found the pair of pink shoes hanging from a suit of armor’s hand, she had given him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

And, well, it had sort of spiraled from there, until eventually, the halls of Hogwarts were filled with whispered gossip about how Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood were apparently going out. Most people said that Draco could do better - he scoffed at that, as if those people knew what he wanted. Others questioned if Luna had snuck him a love potion or put him under some sort of spell. He may or may not have hexed a fourth year for implying it. And despite all the rumors, Luna had no issue coming up to him in the halls and wrapping her arms around his neck, ignoring the eyes on them.

If there was one thing about Luna that still managed to surprise him, it was her shamelessness. It was as if embarrassment was simply not an emotion she was capable of. She lacked a filter, and would often say strange and taboo things. The thing that had really proven this was when Blaise had teasingly asked if they were headed off to shag, and Luna had replied: “No, but we will probably be kissing. We haven’t actually had sex yet.” and Draco had gone bright red and pulled her away while his friends laughed. She hadn’t meant to embarrass him, she just simply saw nothing wrong with announcing that.

He had spent so much of his life caring what other people thought of him, it was refreshing to be someone who couldn’t give a damn. While he tried to sit up straight and look put-together, Luna had no problem sitting cross-legged and slouched over, as comfort was her priority. And when he felt something was too silly, too un-Draco-like to do, she would gently push him out of his comfort zone and urge him to have fun.

He realized that he was actually a quite good artist when he allowed himself to doodle, and that he loved cuddling more than he ever thought he would. Perhaps Luna’s favorite discovery so far was the fact that Draco Malfoy was apparently incredibly ticklish, and it flustered him to no end.

“I don’t see why you get so shy,” she mused, her fingers trailing lightly over his neck. “Everyone is ticklish. You just happen to be more sensitive than most people.”

Shrugging his shoulders up, Draco tried to hold back his giggling to no avail. “It’s childish!” he replied, and he could feel the blush rising in his face.

Luna giggled too, and ran her fingers down his spine before moving outward to tickle his sides. “It’s not something you grow out of. And besides, I find it quite cute.”

Draco squirmed, laughing in a way that only Luna seemed to draw out of him, whether it be with this playful torment or her amusing antics. “I am not cute!” he said, trying to sound intimidating and failing miserably.

“Agree to disagree,” she replied, smiling fondly. “Besides, do you think I should be embarrassed for being ticklish?”

He shook his head, not trusting his mouth to form words as she toyed with his lower ribs.

“So then why should you be? I think you’re just being too hard on yourself. You’re allowed to have fun, and I know that you’re having fun, because you never push me away.”

Merlin, this girl was going to be the death of him. His blush had spread down his neck and up to the tips of his ears, and he buried his face in her shoulder as he laughed, hands grasping at her robes. “Please stop talking,” he said, not meaning it at all.

She laughed, a light and airy sound that still pulled on his heartstrings. “You don’t mean that. You love it when I talk. Even when I’m flustering you.”

When her hands went under his arms, his laughter reached a new octave, and he felt her giggling along with him. She was right, that it was normal to be ticklish, and she was also right that he didn’t mind when she tickled him. Maybe it was silly to be embarrassed about it, but he didn’t care. She had enough shamelessness for the both of them, after all.

When her fingers stilled, she snuggled into him and kissed one of his flushed cheeks with more tenderness than he felt he deserved.

Luna was full of surprises, and Draco loved to experience each one, even if it left him blushing like mad. 

[wooahaes]

apple pie cookies

pairing: non-idol!asahi x gn!reader

genre: fluff + established relationship.

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: food/baking mentions (reader and asahi are baking cookies together).

daisy's notes: they r so soft n tender :( <3

Asahi’s fingers lingered at the middle of your back a little longer than you expected, ever-so-careful to tie your apron in the same tender way you tied his. He was repaying the favor, yes, but he liked having this tiny way to dote on you before he let you take the lead. This recipe was yours, after all: he was merely a willing participant in creating it, happy to follow your instruction however you needed him to. If that was through chopping apples the way you demonstrated, then so be it.

“You said this recipe is important to you.” He meant it as a question, even though his voice didn’t raise toward the end. A moment later, he looked up from where he’d stopped, mid-chop, to peer at you. “Right?”

It suddenly clicked, and you looked up with a smile. “Yeah! My mom and I used to make these when I was little,” you hummed. “They’re apple pie cookies. I mean, they’re more like mini apple pies, but they’re like… cookie shaped.”

He smiled a little, going back to work. He loved the tiny quirks you held when you spoke, always so bright and brilliant and bold. He’d been dating you for just over a year now, and he still wished he knew how to capture you perfectly whenever he doodled you in his notebook during class, or in his sketchbook as he watched you work. Asahi could see every little thing that made you you, but he hadn’t learned how to master that in his art. Then again, you always told him that he made you look more attractive in his art. 

Did he? He just drew you. Surely, that meant you were doing all the work. He was just trying to capture it. 

“I was thinking that we’d make a few batches and hand them out to people on campus. My friends… yours, too, if you’d like. I think Yoshi would like these.” Asahi could see the tiny way a smile tugged at your lips, oh-so-subtly. “Don’t you agree?”

“Yes.” His voice always felt so small when he spoke to you. So much softer. Yet you never pushed him to step out of his comfort zone, always glad to take the lead when he was getting tired. That was another reason why he loved you and found you far more stunning than anything else: your kindness always shone through. “Why though?”

“I dunno. Just felt like doing something nice–”

“No, I mean–Why these cookies?” He paused, “There’s easier recipes, right?”

“Oh! It’s fall.” 

Asahi furrowed his brows. “That’s all?”

He could see the hesitation on your face as you averted your gaze, suddenly growing far more flustered. You chewed on your lip for a moment, and then took in a deep breath, slowly exhaling. “And… I wanted to maybe try and start something special with you.” 

Asahi looked up yet again, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I think… I want you in my life for a long time.” 

Just over a year together, and he felt his heart stir at the idea. He felt the same way, if he was honest.

“And these cookies have been in my life for a long time, too, so…” You stared down at the dough you were rolling out. “I dunno. I guess I was just thinking a lot…”

Asahi was rarely the one who initiated skinship in any way. Yet he made his way over to you, leaning in to press a kiss against your temple, as tender as he could be. When you looked up from your work to look at him, he just felt flustered all over again. He’d felt shy when he first met you, crushing hard over how sweet you were with him. 

“I feel the same way,” he said, soft as could be. Stay here in my life, too.

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