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princessbrunette · 8 months ago

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⊹ ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭ ♡ … princess going digital! ♡

bsf!jj followed you on all of your social media accounts. well, he thought he did. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

your instagram was adorable and demure. photo dumps and stories of your daily iced coffee in your little manicured hand. you had pinterest boards too — jj had seen you scrolling through endless pictures of clothes on his bed and asked questions. you helped him make his own account so he could find new ideas on how to customise his board. he hasn’t opened the app since, but it seemed like it made you happy so he couldn’t find it in himself to delete it off his lockscreen.

he followed you on twitter too. he knew he did because he saw your tweets all up and down his timeline when he would be scrolling late at night trying to find porn. tweets about the cashier that was rude to you, or about that one song you just can’t get out your head.

he thought he’d covered all bases with you. he liked to be in tune with everything you were doing — and maybe that was wrong for a best friend to want, but the two of you were close! it only felt right. it may also have something to do with the fact he’s head over heels for you.

you were laying on your front on his bed. contrasting so sweetly against the boyishness of his room with your cute little hello kitty shirt and denim skirt — epitome of girly girl in such an unfitting space. it made him smile, and he nearly forgot to tune into what you were saying.

you were ranting about your mother again, the woman making it her mission to constantly bring you down.

“seriously jayj, if you saw the way she spoke to me...” you mutter with a frowny little pout as your fingers tap away at the screen, assumably responding to a text.

“i have seen the way she speaks to you. the lady is a nut job, no offence.” jj leans back slightly, tossing a balled up pair of socks from his laundry in the air and catching it.

“her texts are even worse.” you huff.

“s’alright. i’ll be your mommy.” he quips as you’re distracted by pulling up the correct screen.

“jj.” you tsk before turning your phone around. “look!” you whine, and he knows he’s meant to be looking at the texts displayed infront of him. but with undiagnosed adhd, jj couldn’t help but find his focus on the notification sliding down at the top of the screen. the twitter icon, notifying someone reposted your tweet — however, it was accompanied with another username he’d never seen before. an account ran by you assumably, that he no idea about.

“huh… yeah, no yeah. she’s batshit.” jj shakes himself off as he takes mental note of the username, leaning back and hoping you don’t ask any questions knowing he didn’t read the texts at all. you seem none the wiser, continuing to complain and go about your business. that evening, it’s time for you to head home. jj squeezes you at the doorway, cups your cheek and tells you that if your mom is giving you grief, you can come right on back. it seemed to comfort the pout off your face, and you skip off.

now it’s time to sate his curiosity.

when jj gets into bed that night, he types the username into twitter. it takes a few tries to get the specific spelling right, as it had been a few hours and slipped his mind — but finally, the account filled his screen.

your age is attached to the account, yet no name. there was definitely a sense of anonymity— to the point where you hadn’t even told him about it. he considered doing the right thing and clicking off — but jj didn’t always do the right thing, and this was one of those times. the first thing he notices is how clearly you the account is. the header, the profile picture — even the font in your bio was so… you. all curlicues and girly and pink — it was undeniably his best friend.

and then he scrolls.

‘want my best friend 2 hold me down n use me so bad :(’ a tweet from 3 days ago. the blonde sits up in bed, blinking at the screen. that was him, right? eagerly, he continues his scrolling — finding endless tweets about your sexual desires, fantasies, anecdotes about jj himself. it didn’t take much longer of scrolling until he comes across a video — his face heating and crotch stiffening at the familiarity of it all. it was your bedroom, and your face was cropped out. that one pair of pink panties he occasionally caught peeks of beneath your skirt hang off the ankle of your knee high clad legs, pretty pussy on display, glistening as you roll your hips, desperately fucking a pillow.

“god… damn.” he breathes, hand coming up to rub his chest as if to attempt to still his quick-beating heart. he stuffs a tongue in his cheek, part of him wanted to be mad that you were letting strangers on the internet see you like this before he got to. it was a childish type of jealousy that made his hands sweat and the back of his neck all prickly.

a bird squawks outside his window, causing the maybank boy to jump out of his skin like he was about to be caught watching his best friend get herself off. he juggles the phone, quickly checking the screen to make sure he hadn’t accidentally liked any posts. he hadn’t, and he exhales— but with the commotion, he’d accidentally refreshed the page. the loading wheel disappears with a pop, and a new tweet displays itself from three minutes prior.

‘my bsf looks after me so good :( he shld make me feel btter by letting me cum on his fingers <3’

it would be stupid to make a move. he would be potentially destroying a friendship, and on top of that — you could be mad at him for snooping. it was kind of a betrayal of trust after all, similar to if he’d read your diary. but his dick was hard and had taken over the steering wheel that operates his brain — and like he always said, stupid things had great outcomes all the time.

so with a clammy hand, he calls you.

“whats up jayj? did i leave something at your place again?” you croak, sounding all sleepy and cute. god, he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long.

“uh… so, like — imma cut to the chase, with everything goin’ on at your place, i don’t love the idea of you stayin’ there tonight. i’m comin’ to get you. you’re stayin’ here.” he makes up a quick excuse and feels kind of bad about it. his own desire toward you being masked as genuine concern for a friend. he expects some questioning, maybe even some resistance— but you perk up instantly.

“okay!”

and that’s exactly how you end up cradled in his lap with the rings at his knuckles tickling your opening from how deep in your greedy, drooling pussy they were.

“hmm— mm—huh—” you’re whining, all incoherent and fucked out with your cheek smushed against him, only two orgasms in. jj is grinning ear to ear, like some kind of sicko — never in his life thinking you’d want him like this. he almost wished he’d kept up the act for longer, preyed on your twitter account for longer to see what else you’d say, but he couldn’t help himself. he’d wanted you since you met in high school, and he was hungry.

“what’d i tell ya about not asking for things? could’ve just told me dude, i literally wanted this more than you.” he thinks out loud and you groan, pulling yourself up face to face with the handsome blonde.

“don’t call me dude when your fingers are n’side me!” you slur, lip all puffy and pouted. he smirks, unable to stop himself from finding amusement in your neediness and tilts his head a little so he was breathing right into your mouth.

“i’m sorry that’s my bad. baby.” he corrects himself, before pressing his lips to yours. that was much better.

#trying out giving my drabbles titles ^_^#also ijbol at me refusing to call twitter X……#bsf!jj #jj maybank prompt #gooner!reader ????

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millieisawriter · 2 months ago

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Oh, baby

arthur morgan x reader

summary: arthur being a sweet baby daddy, even if you aren't as optimistic

wc: 2k

tw: accidental/unwanted pregnancy

all pics taken from pinterest

based on this request

a/n: yeeeehaw finally back from my break

Getting pregnant wasn’t ever something you planned nor wanted to happen. Hooking up with Arthur, you were aware of the possible consequences. Both of you were, but the consequences aren’t something you thought about during the heat of the moment. And now you were living with them. Suffering through them.

Meanwhile Arthur didn’t seem so upset.You supposed you were somewhat lucky he was the one that got you pregnant, he wasn’t running off or pretending it wasn’t happening. But his optimism was starting to piss you off. From the day you had told him, he’s been attentive, caring, and a little happier. He wasn’t that grumpy guy the gang had known anymore. Now, he had a reason to be happy, perhaps even to live.

“Brought you somethin’.”

Arthur’s voice cut through the spiraling thoughts in your head as you sat alone by the fire. No bottle nor a cigarette in your hand, as it would’ve usually been. Now you had to be careful.

You looked at Arthur as he sat down beside you on the log. “What’s that?” You muttered as he handed you a small brown paper package.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Open it and see.”

You frowned, but curiosity got the best of you and your fingers ripped the paper. Inside, there was a blanket. A new one, not stolen. It was neatly folded, soft, and warm. For the baby.

Your stomach twisted. The moment your fingers brushed over the fabric, it all felt even more real. As if it hadn’t already been real enough. And this wasn’t even the first thing Arthur had bought. If things were different, maybe you’d be happy. If you were different. But you weren’t. You didn’t want any of this.

“You keep buying all these things,” you said.

Arthur replied as if that was the most obvious thing. “Somebody has to think ahead.”

“And that somebody is you?”

“Well, I’m the father.”

You scoffed and shoved the blanket back at him. “Yeah, well, I don’t want it.”

“Ain’t for you,” he shot back, his tone softening when he realized he shouldn’t have snapped back so harshly, “it’s for the baby.”

You stood up. It’s been baby this and baby that for the past few months. No wonder it was starting to get on your nerves. “I can’t wait until this,” you gestured at your stomach, “is finally over so I can go get shitfaced.”

Arthur didn’t smirk, knowing it wasn’t a joke. He didn’t even reply, not having the words. He tried, he really tried to help you warm up to the idea. There wasn’t much he could do. He had searched for solutions to make your problem disappear. Doctors had the skills and tools to help you out, but the problem was it wasn’t legal. Doctors were scared of helping ordinary people in that matter, let alone outlaws wanted in many states with bounties bigger than the money you’ve ever made.

“I just… I hate this, Arthur,” you admitted finally, “I hate feeling slow. Weak. I hate the way y’all look at me like I ain’t me no more.”

Arthur stood up as well. Looking down at your face, he saw how glassy your eyes were. You didn’t want to cry, you were fighting it. “Ain’t nobody thinks you’re weak,” Arthur tried to assure you.

You scoffed. “Oh, please, don’t tell me you don’t see it. The way the gang treats me like I’m fragile. Like I ain’t spent the last few years robbing and shooting and killing right beside y’all.”

“Difference is, now you don’t live just for yourself.”

Arthur paused, and so did you. An uncomfortable silence settled between the two of you. The kind of silence that made the night around you feel overwhelming. You wished you could run, run away from all your problems.

Arthur continued, “I know this ain’t what you wanted. I know you’re scared—”

“I ain’t scared.”

But you knew he was right. You were scared, you had no idea how to be a mother. This had never been in the cards for you. You were an outlaw first, a woman second. And now, you were going to be a mother first.

Arthur let out a breath slowly. “Ain’t a crime to be scared,” he said, “hell, I’m scared too. But we can deal with this, you have me. Me and everyone else in this gang.”

“I don’t know how to do this, Arthur,” you muttered, your voice low.“I don’t wanna do this. I ain’t no mother material, and you ain’t exactly cut out to be a father either.”

Well, that hurt, but you had no idea about his past, about Isaac. The day Isaac and Eliza died, Arthur promised to himself that if he gets another chance, he’ll do better. And maybe you were his another chance.

“I tried,” Arthur sat back down on the log, his elbows on his knees as he stared into the dying fire, “tried to find someone, a doc, a midwife, someone who could help you. Ain’t no one who’d do it, not for us. Not for you. They’re scared to do it for normal folk, we can’t even dream of it.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but then closed it without a word. You swallowed, despite your mouth being suddenly dry. There really was no way out.

You sat down next to Arthur, closer than ever, so close your legs touched. The thing that really got to you was that he had tried. That he had gone looking, knowing well that helping you meant getting rid of something he clearly wanted to keep. Something that was important to him.

“Why?” You asked suddenly.

Arthur turned to look at you. “Why what?”

“Why did you try to help me?”

“Cause I care about you.”

Your throat tightened, and you hated it. You weren’t supposed to cry. Not over this. Not over him.

He continued. “I ain’t gonna pretend I don’t want this kid. I do. But I ain’t the one who’s gotta carry the burden, and I sure as hell ain’t the one who’s gotta go through all this. You are.”

You sniffed and looked away. “Well, ain’t no fixing it now, I guess.”

“No,” the man nodded slowly.

There was silence again, but now just a bit more comfortable. You could hear the soft hum of the night, a distant owl, the fire crackling in front of you, the wind dancing with the leaves. Maybe this wasn’t going to be that bad.

“Now,” Arthur gave your knee a light squeeze as he pushed himself to his feet, “you eaten yet?”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course I have. That thing makes me eat everything in sight.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow at you, his gaze telling you he didn’t exactly believe your words.

You huffed. “Okay. I haven’t.”

“That’s what I thought. Sit here for a moment.”

He turned around to bring you something to eat. Something he got in town, something that wasn’t Pearson’s stew.

And you weren’t going anywhere. You hadn’t moved from your place at the fire for the past few hours. That was how most of your days looked lately. From time to time, someone else would join you, but the more pregnant you were, the more snappy you were. At some point it became easier to leave you alone.

“Eat,” Arthur ordered as he gave you some bread, cheese, and an apple. Then, he reached into his satchel to take out a chocolate bar.

It was a lovely gesture. The food wasn’t some fancy dinner, but not like you expected anything fancy. Fancy isn’t a thing when it comes to any aspect of the outlaw life. The food was simple, but better than whatever was floating in Pearson’s stew.

“Thank you.”

You bit into the bread first, interchangeably taking bites of the cheese. Then, not having fully swallowed the cheese yet, you opened the chocolate and took a few bites. And later on you finished it off with the apple.

You didn’t deserve that kind of understanding. Arthur had wanted this baby. He was probably excited, dreaming about a future you couldn’t bring yourself to imagine. Even if he himself would deny it, you knew he deserved better.

Out of a sudden, you asked, “Why ain’t you mad at me?”

Arthur frowned. “Why would I be mad?”

“Because I don’t want this, and you do. I’ve been a pain in the ass to everyone, you included.”

“You have every right to be like this. Your body isn’t yours anymore. I’d be mad as hell if I were in your shoes.”

Arthur was so understanding it made you nauseous. You wanted to hit him and cuddle into him at the same time.

Then, you felt something. As you threw the apple core into the fire, you felt a weird sensation in your belly. Some shifting, pressing from the inside. Then, a sharp kick.

“What the hell?” You hissed, looking down at the curve of your belly.

Arthur straightened immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“It just kicked me,” your hands went to your stomach, fingers pressing against the spot, feeling the kick again. “You want me to throw you a real punch, little bastard?”

You heard Arthur laugh. His laughter was genuine, probably for the first time ever.

“You wouldn’t be laughing if a baby was trying to kick its way out of your guts, Arthur.” You groaned, rubbing a hand over your belly. Another kick made you jolt slightly. It wasn’t something you were used to, the baby didn’t kick before. “Keep that up and I’ll— ouch!”

Arthur’s laughter died down, and now he was just smiling as he leaned in. He hesitated before saying, “Lemme feel.”

You looked at him with disbelief. “What?”

“The baby. Lemme feel the kicks.”

You sighed, eyeing him for a moment before grabbing his wrist and placing his hand on your belly. His touch was warm, but soft. When you let go of his wrist, his hand practically hovered millimeters above your skin as if he were scared of pressing too hard.

For a second, there was nothing. You were about to tell him to forget it when another kick landed right against his hand. Arthur stilled completely. You could see his face firstly flash with a surprise, which soon switched into a smile. He looked damn near mesmerized.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered, eyes focused on where his hand rested.

You could see it in his face, how much this meant to him. It was strange, seeing Arthur Morgan like that. He looked younger somehow, hopeful in a way you hadn’t seen the whole time you knew him.

You scoffed, trying to ignore the lump forming in your throat. “Told you. Little shit’s got an attitude already.”

Arthur grinned. “Must take after you.”

You looked at the man as he kept his attention on your stomach. Nobody was arguing, nobody was scheming, nobody was running from the law. Just the two of you sitting there, Arthur’s palm resting against your stomach, feeling the proof of the thing that had turned your whole damn world upside down.

After a while, he finally broke the silence. “You ever think maybe this don’t gotta be as bad as you think?”

You didn’t answer right away, because, yeah, you had thought about it. Not in a hopeful way, not in the way Arthur had, but in a tired, resigned sort of way. You weren’t getting rid of it. You weren’t running from it. Whether you liked it or not, this was happening.

Then, suddenly, all you said was, “We can’t let the baby become like us.” And your voice finally carried a softness that wasn’t there for the past few months.

Arthur smiled, finally pulling his hand away. “We won’t.”

#rdr2 #rdr2 community #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 x reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan imagine #arthur morgan rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 fanfiction #red dead redemption 2 imagine

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iateyourparents · 1 year ago

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change | j.g.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend changes your style.

warnings: use of y/n, i have no idea how actually emos dress like so it’s based on pinterest and my imagination, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry, english isn’t my first language)

an: i actually didn’t plan on writing for johnnie but few people were asking for him, so hope you like it guys <33

pictures are from pinterest:)

“Hi guys, welcome to my channel!” You did quick intro to your video “Today I’m here with Johnnie!” said boy waved to the camera “And he will…”

“I will change y/n’s look to emo girl for today!” he explained with huge smile.

“Exactly! Are you excited?”

“Yes!” he nodded vigorously “I’m sure you will look great. And how you feel about it?”

“I’m kinda scared.” you laughed “I believe in your abilities to not make me look like a monster, but I think emo is more like dark colors, chains and strong make up. And that’s totally different from my everyday style. But I also can’t wait to see how I will look.” you kissed johnnie’s cheek.

“Hot, for sure.” he moved his eyebrows suggestively and you laughed “I have really nice outfit prepared for you. And yes, it’s more dark than what you wear everyday but you will look lovely anyway, you could make trashcan look like the best designer’s clothes.”

You felt blush creeping onto your cheeks and you quickly said few more things to the camera and then you and Johnnie went to your bedroom where he already had prepared everything, from clothes and shoes to make up products and jewelry.

“Oh, let me also mention guys, that it will be the first time ever when Johnnie will do my make up.” you told your viewers “But I have good feeling about it.”

Finally, Johnnie started styling you. At first, he gave you the clothes he wanted you to wear. It was red tube top with black, web like, thingie on the shoulders, black leather pants and pair of black high boots that actually were from your closet.

Then he also added jewelry and showed you and your fans the bag he wanted you to hold when he will be completely done.

“So now, make up.” Johnnie sat you down on the chair so everything could be seen by camera “I need you to look up baby.”

He started with eyeliner, and to be honest, it turned out great, then he did your lips with deep red lipstick and asked you to contour your face and do brows the way you do it everyday.

Then he positioned you and the camera so you could show off the whole look.

“So what do you think love?” Johnnie asked when you were looking into the mirror.

“I like it, not really something I would wear everyday but it looks good.” you smiled at your boyfriend.

“I think you look fabulous baby.” Johnnie kissed you.

Then you made an outro for the video and you both decided to order something for lunch before you would have to go out to meet with your friends.

“I think I will go in this.” you told Johnnie. You saw how he looked at the outfit and you knew he liked it.

“I’m glad you like it.” he looked proud of his work.

“Would you want me to dress like this more often? I can see that you like it.” you tilted your head, waiting for his answer.

“I think you look hot but I also love your everyday style. I wouldn’t be opposed to you dressing like this more but only if you feel good with it and not because of me. I actually like it when I look like I look and you are in your cute, light colors outfits.” he shrugged with a smile and kissed your lips.

“Yeah I also like it.” you agreed “I saw a comment saying that together we look like golden retriever and doberman.” you both laughed at your words.

“I love this comparison. That’s really accurate though.” he shrugged.

#johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert #jake webber #tarayummy #tara yummy #johnnie #sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #snc

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worm-infestation · 6 months ago

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Road Trip!!!

I have once again drawn something based on a tumblr post i saw on pinterest three years ago. basically an AU where the fears only exist in the UK and the main crew just fucks off to australia instead of dying. if anyone finds the original post please let me know so i can link it :)

#the magnus archives #tma #tma fanart #the magnus archive fanart #jonathan sims #sasha james #martin blackwood #tim stoker #melanie king #basira hussain #daisy tonner #georgie barker #gerry keay #michael distortion #i know there is no part of the series where they would all TECHNICALLY be together but i don’t care #bound family forever #i still refuse to draw hands

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mnnuni · 3 months ago

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Into you

Elliot Stabler x reader

Summary: an undercover operation that exposes some other kind of secrets

Words: 4498

Warnings: mentions of drugs, eventual smut -but very filthy-

Author's note: first of all, sorry if it's too long. Second, yes it is based on Ariana's song, or at least the movie it started in my head when I heard the song on shuffle. Little note in the note: this story is not necessarily in any time and place of the series, I just included Munch and Cassidy because I'm (kinda re)watching season 1 and I love them so much.

* gif and images from Pinterest

* dividers from @cafekitsune

"You're sure you want to do this?"

(Y/N) couldn't say how many times Olivia had already asked her that question, in different ways and places of the district.

She inhaled, closed her eyes

You can do it

"I'm sure Liv, don't worry"

Her colleague smiled at her through the mirror, "then let's finish this make up".

Their team was organising an undercover operation in a fancy club, it was an easy thing : go in, find the drugs, go out.

Of course there was a little detail that determined how the operation was gonna be; this club had a high standard for its clientele and specific rules they had to follow, number one being : "only couples allowed".

Now, the easy take was to send the infamous Benson and Stabler and call it a day, but Olivia couldn't because she had too many extra hours covered already. The next couple would have been (Y/N) and Cassidy, if Munch wouldn't have explained for ten minutes straight how Brian wasn't ready to do a thing like that.

So that left her to work with Elliot.

If it was a normal job (Y/N) wouldn't have worries of any kind, Elliot was a good cop and she trusted him with her life; but going out in a club made for sex and whatnot, faking being the girlfriend of the coworker she so desperately wanted ... that was another thing. That was also the reason why Olivia was so concerned for her, she was the only one that caught (Y/N) staring at her partner in a different way someday -at least she hoped so, even if the others could have known they never said anything-

Elliot was done dressing up ten minutes ago and everyone was growing bored to wait for the women.

"You done playing, ladies?" Munch started screaming and pounding on the door of the locker room, "come on we don't have all night".

When the duo got out the first thing the men noticed were (Y/N)'s legs : she wore a deep blue-almost black dress, it almost reached the knees on the right leg and was shorter on the left. Cassidy whistled when his eyes travelled up her figure and landed on her chest, tightly held up by the dress straps. (Y/N) did a spin, moving her curled hairs in the process and showed her half-bare back.

"Well Miss (Y/L/N) can surely do the work"

"Thank you Much", she was trying so hard not to fumble dressed like this in front of her colleagues, but they didn't have to know that.

"Y-you have, um, I can see your lace" Cassidy said pointing at her upper body, he tried to smirk and be flirty but he got too caught up when (Y/N) got closer "It's intentional Brian, now don't get too flustered". Munch chuckled and his partner was about to defend himself when Cragen cleared his throat and announced they were ready to go.

Elliot was the only one to not say a single word. Noone knew that was because his brain short circuited for a moment seeing (Y/N) like that.

I'm so into you

I can barely breathe

Even in the car to the club he remained silent, too caught up in his head, until they were almost there and (Y/N) was about to explode "now that we're still off, are you okay?" ; her voice startled him for a moment, he nodded and mumbled a sure and kept driving. Five minutes later they were parking.

Elliot took a big breath and finally turned to face her, "okay, so, if someone or something triggers you at any moment for any reason, you tell me and we're out" she nodded and then saw their van stopping few meters away so she leaned in to Elliot and searched in his jacket to switch the microphone, "do you hear us?", someone in the van switched the headlights on and off to answer her, "let's go then"

Elliot got out of the car and went to open the door for her, proceeding to take her arm in his to walk to the club. At the entrance there were two big men with the guest lists, "Stabler", he looked at them for a moment then checked his papers. It was a strangely nice feeling to be part of the "Two for Stabler", (Y/N) wanted to feel like this for real not just for a job.

The man stepped aside and opened the door for them; the first thing they saw was the wardrobe where (Y/N) left her jacket, then they were guided to a red lit corridor that ended to a glass door. There they were, in the middle of the upper class most scandalous nights, they were walking arm in arm between politicians, rich entrepreneurs and whores.

They walked to the bar to have a full view of the room: in the centre there was a little stage for the dj and the eventual singers, all around there were occupied tables, at the left side there were sort of cabins to be more private and to the right big glass doors that they knew took to the private rooms.

(Y/N) was the one facing the bar, counting all the staff members while Elliot, next to her, scanned the rest of the room to search their suspects.

"What can I get you, beautiful?"

(Y/N) was sure the bartender talked to her just because he was mere inches apart from her face, otherwise she wouldn't have think he would have flirted with her, while at work.

Elliot turned in an instant, placing his arm around her back "she would have a Martini, and a soda for me" he was shooting daggers to the poor man, who instantly backed away to do their orders.

(Y/N) was looking at him with a clear expression of "was that necessary?" and he just got closer to her, "what? You're mine tonight"

Her eyebrows shot up so fast she thought she was losing them; Elliot too was a little surprised by his choice of words, even if he so desperately wanted them to be true and not just for tonight.

But close ain't close enough

'Til we cross the line, hey, yeah

So name a game to play

And I'll roll the dice, hey

(Y/N) smirked and turned to face him, "you should..." she bit her lip and unbuttoned his shirt a little "I think it's better like this"

The bartender came back with their glasses before Elliot could say anything, "thank you" she looked at his tag "Brandon" he smiled and was about to go back to work but (Y/N) reached out and took his hand "excuse my boyfriend here, he's not used to share me" he smiled "no I'm sorry, I didn't gather you two were..." Elliot brought her to his chest "together? Yes"

"Tell me Brandon, is there a way we could use your private services?"

Elliot knew that they had to, but oh was he nervous to be in a bedroom with her.

"Did you make a reservation?"

She shook her head, "don't worry, you can wait at one of the private tables. One of us will call you when you can go in the rooms", he then guided them to the right side of the club.

To any possible looker these two were one of the other couples tangled in eachother, waiting for a new experience. In reality (Y/N) had her legs on Elliot's ones to be more closer and be clearly heard in the microphone, she was describing every customer to whoever was listening to them in order to have a complete list of witnesses, just in case. She drank a little and then went to play with Elliott's shirt's collar; he had one of his hands gripping her thighs and the other arm around her, laid on the back of the sofa and occasionally brushing strands of hair off her face.

They were so fucking close to each other.

Every now and then Elliot mumbled something, just to not look suspicious but he really couldn't formulate something longer that two sentences with (Y/N)'s lips so close to his face.

After the longest twenty-five minutes of his life a man cleared his throat next to them, Elliot was so scared of the possibility this was just another flirty guy who wanted to try it with (Y/N) -this open sex club was extremely hard to accept for a man like him- but fortunately it was the chauffeur for the rooms. He led them to the big glass doors and left them in another corridor with a pair of keys and the number five on them.

After he left them alone it was the first instant when they weren't touching in any way and they missed the contact immediately, so much that Elliot took her hand in his.

(Y/N) exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holdin when Elliot closed the door of their room, "okay, so report of the room : massive bed"

They started to search in every corner for anything that could help them with the operation while describing everything out loud.

"I've never seen this many condoms in my life" she suddenly said after opening two drawers, Elliot blushed looking at her with the envelopes in her hands. "Also, the flavour matches the one of the condoms found in the hotel, so now we have the confirmation that they're from here"

"How are you so sure?"

"Well for one, I have the assurance that no pharmacy ever has sold "coke flavored condoms" and because there's the name of the club on the envelope"

He just nodded, "right" and proceeded to open another drawer "oh look we have toys too", Elliot picked up a pair of fluffy handcuffs and showed them to her, "you like 'em detective?"

Was he...nah

Either way, she couldn't let him win, so she marched to him to whisper "I tend to use them to others, not me"

Oh, baby, look what you started

The temperature's rising in here

They were ready to inspect anything further when (Y/N) heard walking from the corridors, "someone's coming" "what?" and then a knock on the room next to them "they're entering the rooms" Elliot whispered.

"Loose the jacket"

He was about to ask why, but he knew better than to question her; she was so hot commanding orders. He carefully positioned the jacket on the back of a chair "I'm gonna put you here guys". When he turned back he found (Y/N) sat on the bed, taking off her heels "what are you-?" "We're supposed to look couply here, we can't be caught investigating" she obviously was right, but Elliot was in a very difficult position here now after she shoved him on the bed.

"So we're..." he was making some gesture with his hands while (Y/N) tried to find the courage to do something, "we have to" "yeah" and then he sat straight on the bed, waiting, thinking.

Elliot didn't have time before (Y/N) moved slightly her dress and positioned herself on his lap whit her legs on either side of him

Is this gonna happen?

Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move (ooh, ooh)

Before I make a move (ooh, ooh)

"Are you sure?"

Elliot was literally burning up.

Then she took his hands and put them on her hips, nodding. They felt so good on her.

They heard more loud walking so they inched closer, then a knock "room service";

So, baby, come light me up

And maybe I'll let you on it

A little bit dangerous

But, baby, that's how I want it

Poor guy didn't get an answer because they launched at each other to kiss. One of Elliot's hands travelled to her exposed back and the other gripped her hips more firmly. (Y/N)'s lips tasted of lipstick and were so soft to his rough kiss he wanted to die like this;

A little less conversation and a little more touch my body

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

her hands were gripping his hair and taking him even closer to her. When her breasts pressed to his chest and he felt her lace to his portion of exposed-by-the-unbottoned-shirt pecs he was losing it, Elliot moved her hips on him and that's when she moaned in his mouth.

At the other side of the microphone their colleagues were a mix of confused and delighted.

Got everyone watchin' us

So, baby, let's keep it secret

A little bit scandalous

But, baby, don't let them see it

"Are they...?" Cassidy was having the time of his life when (Y/N) moaned

"They are" they could hear Elliot's now because (Y/N) was kissing his neck "they so are", confirmed Olivia and Munch.

That's when another knock was heard and finally the person opened the door.

The couple got off each other's lips just because the guy excused himself. Then reality came back down again.

Elliot moved to hear the man better, putting his hands under (Y/N)'s butt to cover her.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, I am at your service tonight" he had a tray with champagne in his hand and just a pair of trousers on. (Y/N) didn't falter for a second there, getting up and meeting their guest, "oh don't be sorry, we got a little carried away"

She could hear Cassidy chuckles in her head.

"I'm (Y/N), come meet my boyfriend" she took the tray from him and gestured for the guy to sit next to Elliot, who introduced himself. She then sat on the other side of the guy, putting her legs on both the men's ones; Elliot gave her a side glance at how comfortable she looked putting herself on this guy.

"Tell us..."

"Caleb"

She smiled, "Caleb, how does it work, your service?"

He proceeded to explain how they were a fancy club for couples who wanted to explore their sexual lives, he didn't know but the more he talked the more criminal sentences he was giving this place. Elliot was more than pleased to look at (Y/N) flirt and touch this man to give them everything and more they needed.

"And tell me, is there a way to have some... Incentives?" she got up to sit down on Elliot again, "you see my boyfriend here has a hard time with all my eccentricities, but he's willing to try tonight and I'm sure that with some magical helps he would love to have the both of us"

Elliot was dying under her caresses.

The guy was starting to negate the service when he jumped in the ring again, "we're willing to pay more, of course"

Caleb's eyes lit up then; he agreed and got up to a wall, pressed some invisible buttons and revealed a cabinet full of any kind of powders.

"Now the party can start"

This was (Y/N)'s signal to the team to start moving.

While Elliot was next to Caleb pretending to choose what would have been his poison, they heard some commotion from the outside. They didn't break character for a minute, (Y/N) was comfortably laying on the bed when Munch got the door down and declared the guy under arrest.

"Finally"

Now, the easy part was done: the club was shot down, the owners were arrested and the ADA had so much proof to put everyone working there behind bars that they even thanked the team.

The hard times were just about to start when an hour later they were still at the precinct doing reports; Elliot and (Y/N) didn't have a chance to talk yet and she was almost grateful for this, what could she even possibly say? Sorry if I devoured your face and I used our operation as an excuse to make out to you?!

She kept her head low and just wrote in the files for the entire time, she was also grateful no one said anything about their work -even if she was sure Cassidy and Munch had some sly remarks ready the instant she and Elliot walked out the doors, Olivia only threatened them if they talked. (Y/N) could sense Brian's struggle to shut up at the desk in front of her-

Meanwhile Elliot was just opposite her, on the other side of the room and couldn't take his eyes off of her; they were still in their clothes, (Y/N) just raised her hairs with a clip -which made her ten times sexier in his opinion- and got free of her heels. He did just half the report because he was too engrossed in looking at her, how calmed she seemed while she worked and how she bit her lip from time to time while thinking about bigger words to fill her papers. But mostly he couldn't stop thinking about how stupid he was to not talk to her yet, after he had the best kiss of his life and just wanted to repeat it forever.

(Y/N) was painfully oblivious to Elliot's stare, too preoccupied to avoid taking notice of Cassidy eyes moving from Munch to Elliot -they had practically cleaned her lipstick stains on Elliot's lips and neck for the amount of times they looked at them-

When she was done she got up, handed over her files and went away; she just squeezed Olivia's shoulder on the way, but didn't say a word to anyone.

It took Elliot the time she started the car and drove off to understand he had to move too, but only after Cassidy threw him an eraser and Olivia screamed at him to "go take his girl".

It made him smile to think about her that way.

The knock (Y/N) heard from her door were so strong and determined she instantly went to see whose was, she opened the door with a confused expression on her face.

"Hi"

She just made him space on the door to enter her apartment.

Elliot didn't know where to start, how could he explain things to her when he didn't stop and thought about it?! He inhaled a big breath and prepared himself for a big monologue.

This could take some time, hey

I made too many mistakes

Better get this right, right, baby

"First of all, I'm sorry" she was about to answer but he made a motion with his hand to stop her, "please let me get this all out first"

"Sure, right", (Y/N) sat on the couch and invited him to join her -she was actually shitting herself considering his tone, but she sensed that he needed this moment so she'd wait to do anything, even if she'd wanted to crumble right then and there-

Elliot took a place next to her, diverting his legs in order to face her. Ugh.

Tell me what you came here for

'Cause I can't, I can't wait no more

I'm on the edge with no control

And I need, I need you to know

You to know, oh, yeah

"I'm sorry if anything that I did, or didn't do tonight made you uncomfortable. I wasn't expecting the turn that took the night, but I must specify I was pleasantly surprised."

Maybe (Y/N) could restart breathing.

"(Y/N) you're an amazing woman, I admire you as a cop and I love working with you"

Why did this sound like a rejection? Or worse, a goodbye!?

"But most of all, I loved kissing you tonight"

Oh shit

He took her hands in his, "I know that we're supposed to be professional and I don't want to seem irrational right now, but I'd really fucking like to kiss you again, more then once"

She was flabbergasted. She couldn't form a thought, her jaw was on the floor and her heart was beating at the rate of a heart attack.

"Please say something"

So, baby, come light me up (light me up)

And maybe I'll let you on it

A little bit dangerous (dangerous)

But, baby, that's how I want it (how I want it)

A little less conversation and a little more touch my body

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

(Y/N) pulled him from the shirt and kissed him, more confident than before. She pressed him to her putting her arms around his neck, while his found her waist; she opened her mouth to taste his tongue and he fucking groaned through the kiss, she was ready to fight his tongue for dominance when he pulled away.

"So I guess you..."

"Yes Elliot" she kissed the corner of his mouth "I like you too" and then his jaw "and I really like to kiss you" moving to his neck "and I'd like to do it for quite some time, if you'd like"

"I would love to", he was turning his face to kiss her again but she got closer to his ear to whisper something, "I would also want for you to fuck me, like right now" and then she smirked.

She didn't give him time to do anything because she ran away to her bedroom; Elliot woke up from his trans and followed her, finding her in front of the mirror trying to get away from her dress. He came up behind her and took her hands' place on her zipper.

He unzipped it so slowly, kissing every inch he discovered and then let the dress fall at her feet.

"Fuck"

He palmed her naked breasts, still looking at (Y/N) through the mirror, her head fell on his chest from the pleasure.

"I think you're too much covered" she decided when she turned around and got unbuttoned his shirt with one powerful move.

"Ehi! I liked that shirt" Elliot himself knew he was only half complaining, "I like it better off" she fucking licked her lips looking at his bare torso.

(Y/N) kissed every part of his chest, from the clavicle to his pecs; she sucked one of his nipples and was happily pleased when she realised his breath was becoming more erratic. She trailed her tongue down all his abs until she got on her knees, asking the permission to unbuckle his belt and jeans.

"You can do me whatever you want love"

Love

She worked his clothes rather quickly and stopped only in front of his underwear: shit, he was big. But she couldn't praise him about his size yet. She palmed his boner and got excited enough to yank his underwear away and take his dick in her hands.

Elliot was dying of anticipation there.

After stroking him two times (Y/N) licked his shaft and he hissed. He was ready!

Finally she put her mouth on his tip and sucked all the dick down in her mouth.

"Holy shit", he grabbed her hair and she looked at him with big eyes before she started to move her head up and down. She was phenomenal. At some point she took his balls in her hand and started squeezing, "oh my- (Y/N)"

It took her two minutes of full bobbing before she had to take air, but she never stopped touching him, always licking on nipping his tip. When she put her mouth on him again she started to move faster and sucking harder. Elliot was a moaning mess up there, moving his hips in sync with her.

"Baby I'm gonna-" he couldn't talk, she gripped his ass and sucked his cock so much deeper in her mouth he couldn't even think before he shot down her throat. She kept moving her head until he stopped screaming for her and came down his high.

When she left his dick (Y/N) was smiling and Elliot loved this. He helped her get up, just to take her in his arms and put her on the bed.

"You were-"

"Amazing, I know" he chucked, "you really were", he kissed her neck then, lowering himself on her. He felt her wet panties to his cock, who was already recovering feeling her like this. He moved his hands through all her leg, stopping at her inner thigh and sensing her warmth. Elliot looked her in her eyes when he finally put a hand on her pussy. She hissed at the contact.

"You're soaked baby"

"A good cock might do this to me"

She wasn't even embarrassed to show him how much she wanted him; he smirked and slowly let herself free of her panties.

"Look at her, so pretty and ready for me"

His talking of her pussy made her involuntarily lift her hips, which made Elliot smirk even more before he put a finger on her clit.

"Mmmh"

"That's right love"

Fuck he was good with his fingers. She knew he was only giving his dick time to recover, but (Y/N) was enjoying every minute of his fingers entering her hole. She was gripping his forearm when he pushed his second finger in to "prep her for his dick", he said. She was sure he was just enjoying her so fucked up just by his fingers.

"El I need you, now"

His face lit up, "you sure?", she took his cock and aligned it with her entrance, soaking it with her wetness "I'm sure".

He pushed into her very slowly, he was relishing in every inch of her stretching to his length. When he was done he waited a few seconds to move, admiring (Y/N)'s face while she adjusted to his size; suddenly she moved her hips making him hiss and then start to pound into her at a determinate pace.

"God, yes"

She was feeling every inch of his big dick and she was fucking loving it. He moved so well into her while also paying attention to every other part of her : when he wasn't kissing her neck, he was squeezing her tits or whispering dirty things in her ears.

She was loving his dirty talk.

"Come on baby, let me feel you squeeze my dick"

(Y/N) never moaned so loudly in her life. One of her hands was gripping the sheets and the other was firm to Elliot's back to have him always there, pounding into her, extremely close and sweaty. When Elliot started playing with her clit (Y/N)'s eyes rolled so back he was afraid she'd loose them.

"I-I'm so close baby"

Fuck, she called him baby

Elliot became even faster and impatient to let her finish around him; she was a screaming mess while she cum but Elliot loved her clenched pussy around him. Before he could cum he pulled out and finished on her stomach, still patting her clit while he stroked himself.

It was the sexiest thing (Y/N) ever saw; the scene became even more erotic when Elliot went down and licked his cum from her skin and then got up to her face saying "it tastes like you".

She smiled at him and pulled him in her arms, "after you'd done a thing like this, I'll never give you away"

"And I'll never leave, love"

#elliot stabler x reader #elliot stabler #Elliot stabler x you #Elliot stabler fanfic #law and order svu #law and order imagine #ellio stabler imagine #elliot stabler smut #law and order fanfiction

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peanutpinet · 9 days ago

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Hello I have a request for a sylus x reader female.

Can the request be along the lines of how the reader is sleep deprived from working, and she is scared of thunderstorms and during one night there is a storm and that’s one more day she won’t get sleep. Mephesto sees her being sleepless and reports back to sylus, and sylus arranges Luke and kerian to pick her up and bring her to his house?

You can choose how the rest plays out, but some cuddling and head rubs would also be nice to include:)

Thank you

Anchor - Sylus x Non!Mc Fem Reader

Disclaimer: This work is completely fiction. I do not own the images nor the characters or you (the MC). All images were taken from Pinterest.

A/N: Hi love, thank you for requesting!! This sounds so adorable and as someone who hasn’t been able to sleep well the past few days, I too definitely needed this. Sending hugs to everyone who has been feeling down or tired

Sylus’ POV (tis a first time I’m writing from Sylus’ POV but lessgo)

“I expect the shipments to arrive within the next 24hrs or I’ll ship you in pieces back. Understood, Turner?” I stated, twirling my glass of wine, waiting for Turner to answer me

Once he finally gave a scared nod, I brushed him off and he immediately scrambled out the door. Right as the door was closed and I was left alone in the meeting room, thunderstorm started to erupt following the rainstorm in the N109 zone.

The clock strikes midnight and I can’t help but wonder if she was back at her apartment. The last thing she texted me was she was grabbing dinner with a friend and that was at 7pm.

“Where are you, sweetie?”

Not long, I receive a video from Mephisto. I hooked up the recordings I receive from him onto my computer and there she was under the covers on her bed, seemingly shivering. The rain and thunderstorm were much worse in her area and it made me worried.

Along with her shivering body, Mephisto spotted lots of takeouts, coffees, paperwork sprawled across her desk. Was she overworking herself? Had she even gotten a proper meal and rest?

I quickly dialed a number. “Luke, Kieran”

“Yes boss? Reporting live right now. That Turner guy you told us to spy on is doing his job. He’s getting the new big guns ready to be shipped. They look pretty good boss. Can we have a demo…”

I didn’t let the twins finish their ramble and snapped them back to reality. “Change of plans. I need you two to bring someone to me. I’m going to get the base ready for her arrival”

It only took the twins a few seconds to know who I was talking about because they immediately sounded happy and giddy.

“Right away boss. You got it. Should we bring snacks along the way? We should definitely bring snacks” the twins rambled on again

“Just make sure she’s okay. Don’t ask her anything. Just entertain her in your peculiar ways…” I mentioned and the twins reassured me, turning off the call

Immediately, I prepared the room with some of the plushies she left the last time she stayed over. I took out the extra blanket she once bought then prepared the diffuser with her favorite calming scent before heading to the kitchen and prepared some of her comfort meals.

It only took 20 minutes for the twins to come back as I heard the front door open followed by a soft tired call for my name. “Sylus?”

Hearing her voice sound so tired and broken tugged something in me and I placed the last of the food I made on the dining room before making my way to see her.

When her figure was in my sight, I saw her wearing her oversized sweater and sweatpants followed by a short blanket wrapped around her, making her look smaller than she already is.

I didn’t notice it but my steps got faster and I engulfed her in my arms, allowing her to just slump her whole body on me. “It’s alright sweetie. Take it easy, yeah?” I stroke her smaller back as she let out a sigh

We stayed in this position for a while until I heard her stomach grumbling a bit. “You must be hungry. Let’s get you something to eat yeah? I prepared your favorites. Something light. I promise”

She didn’t complain as I practically carried her to the dining area and set her down onto the chair while I sat next to her.

“You made pumpkin soup for me?” she asked in a small trembling voice

I stroke her hair while I use my evol to bring a tray of freshly baked focaccia into her sight. “And fresh bread for you to dip into your soup. Go on sweetie, have a sip”

She nodded and took a spoonful of soup and drank it. “It taste exactly like the one we drank in that restaurant you brought me”

I smiled as I ripped the fresh bread and dipped it into the soup, feeding it to her. “Perhaps because I may or may not have paid a bit to ask for the recipe. I know you like the soup and it warms you up”

I feed her while also stroking her back but the moment the thunderstorm erupts again, she jumped and clinged to me. I immediately wrapped my arm around her, gently stroking her hair. “It’s okay sweetie. I’m here. You’re safe, yeah? Just lean on me, listen to my heartbeat. You’re okay”

She stayed silent, drawing some circles on my sweater. “It was a rough week” she mumbles but I didn’t cut her off, I kept stroking her hair and let her continue. “I had to work overtime almost everyday. I don’t even remember the last time I had a proper meal”

I stopped my stroking and gently held her cheek, softly making her face me. “Come to me next time you feel overwhelmed. I didn’t have Mephisto watch your every move because I value your privacy. But if this happens again, I may have to have Mephisto watch over you closely next time”

Instead of complaining, she actually chuckled and snuggled further into my chest. “Thank you Sy”

Hearing her thank me made me smile as I hugged her close. “No need to thank me sweetie. I’d do anything for you. I won’t allow you to drown yourself in sorrow alone. When you feel stuck and have nowhere to go, always come to me sweetie. I’ll be your anchor to support you, care for you, love you even when you feel like you don’t deserve it. I’ll remind you” I kissed her temple. “Every day if I have to, sweetie” I kissed her cheeks. “That you deserve everything and more” I softly kissed her jaw. “That you’ll never be alone for as long as I’m here, with you”

I gently held her face and lift them before leaning down to meet her lips, our nose brushing against one another as I softly connect my lips with hers, caressing her cheeks I felt tears streaming down; making me deepen the kiss while wiping her tears before slowly releasing my lips from hers.

“Cry for as long as you want, I would never judge you. But once you’re done crying, I hope you’ll allow me to indulge you and bring a smile to your face again” I softly caressed her cheek with my knuckle but instead she opened my hand and leaned her face into it, making me smile as I pulled her close

A/N: I know this was very short but I hope that it at least brings some comfort to whoever reads this :') wishing everyone good health and take care!! xoxo peanutpinet

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tojisteddy · 11 days ago

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Dinner for two | cw: fluff, age gap (reader mid 20s, John late 30s), john price x shy!reader.

“Dinner? Together? Where?”

John Price, who made it his mission to spend as much time as possible with shy!reader outside of work. So the past month (that’s actually was been three because John’s been away), every Friday or Saturday, John takes you out on a date. Or you, him. Which ever one is the most comfortable.

Now spending money on you wasn’t something John had a problem with, but he’d needed an excuse to see you in your best form— your home.

“I can cook, but I’m still doing some renovations, I’m not sure if it’ll be done before Saturday” he sighed, lying through his teeth. There were no renovations being done, he just wanted to be at your place. He’d known just from the way kept your desk, full of little trinkets, do-hickies, pastel highlighters, a pretty lavender calendar adored with stickers, that damned large and in charge yellow Stanley cup with a few fluffy key chains— your house would be a sight to see.

And no, not in a teasing way.

In an adorable, loving, you’re the cutest thing imaginable kind of way.

“I-well- m-my place is closer to the base, so we can have it at my mine.” You rushed out but immediately regretted it. Face palming internally. Why the hell would you suggest that?

“Perfect,” he hummed in satisfaction, good girl, “It’ll be like a potluck.”

A potluck, right. A potluck. That did those words even mean when John he gave you the sweetest, breathtaking kiss on the cheek. He saw the way your mind kinda went to the cloud once he pulled away.

“I’ll see you later, be good.” With that, he left your office, your eyes stuck on his broad shoulders.

“Yeah.” You could’ve rolled in a sea of flowers, your heart was leaping, cheeks heated up, you prayed he didn’t notice.

You were whipped like a nice, homemade buttercream and John would dip his pinky in it, had you wrapped around him so easily. You hadn’t even processed that John, a man that was not family or a friend, was coming over.

Alright, who did it? Whose fucking grand idea was it to invite John over?

Well yours, but you needed to place blame on someone else. Your heart was in your ass, you’d gone through at least a dozen websites trying to find the perfect meal to cook. Pinterest board full of hairstyles youd try, how many outfits had you laid out on your bedroom floor just for night?

You needed something that said, ‘welcome to my mtv crib, small one bedroom addition’ and ‘oh my god John, youre hot, make out with me’ but also ‘I’m not inviting you do the nasty’ and ‘oh my god dont take this the wrong way, because I want to just not right now.’

It must’ve been a night for settling, you’d wanted to make pasta but the idea of getting pasta sauce terrified you during this at home date while with the off white, off the shoulder blouse you wore. Steak and Potatoes and a side of green beans never hurt. Another thing you settled for? Your hair. Booking an appointment was out of the question, you did it yourself. Front in flat twists and the back out and curly. Did the curls come out right over night?

It was acceptable.

You’d started dinner early, 5 hours early to be exact, first the home made mashed potatoes, then a break to make a pound cake with a lemon glaze, then the greens beans while putting together the small charcuterie as an appetizer, then finally the steak— medium rare. You’d leave it in the oven to keep warm.

Were you ready 30 minutes before John got to your flat? You were shaking, continuously peeking out the window and then going back to rearrange your couches yellow throw pillows, then back to the window. And when you didn’t see the tall, large man, you’d fly to your bedroom, fixing your blouse in the mirror, the gold necklaces around your neck, large dandelion earrings, and dark blue mom jeans, light make up— you were pretty.

And John would call you that, hand you the bottle of wine, you let him inside, say one of those sly pickup lines you’d read in the romance books you hid under your bed, and he’d fall for you, fall in even more with your etiquette skills, maybe have a dance, stare into each others eyes. You’d make out and fire works would go off like in the movies— you flopped down on your bed giggling.

Ugh, didn’t that sound just perfec— ding dong.

The door bell. You gasped, cursing up a storm while you refixed your hair and quickly making it to your front door. You flattened your jeans again, fixed your charm bracelet, and opened the door. There he was, the man of the hour, John Price. He looked the exact opposite of how he did at work, comfortable, in a green button up with his sleeves rolled to his elbows showing off his hairy arms, dark jeans, boots, a watch on his wrist, beard freshly trimmed— simple. But he looked so good. Delectable.

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out— okay, [+], now’s the time to say something. You blinked a couple times.

“You look hot.”

Not that! Reader, what the fuck?

The ends of John lips curve up, a hardy chuckles coming from his belly, “Thank you baby,” baby? “You look hot too. Or beautiful, I should say.”

Baby? Beautiful? Your heart was going to come out of your chest. Even better than him calling you just pretty. What was pretty anyway when John called you beautiful and baby—

John rocked on his bottom heels, peering down at you, “[+], you there?” Your eyes snapped open from the daze you were in, slapping your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I-It was too much.”

And John’s smile gets wider, “No doll, it’s fine. Just-“ John can’t really find the words for it, trying not to laugh anymore than he’s already done, he nods past you as you clutch onto the door waiting for him to finish his sentence. Reader, Are you gonna let him in or what?

“Oooooh! Right! Come in, come in!” You stepped aside, letting him in the door way that has your mother’s anointed cross over it. Praying to God you didn’t make even more of a fool of yourself tonight.

John takes in the space, which is the definition of cozy. Nice throws and pillows on your couch (that you’d rearranged three times for tonight) candles lit around the dim apartment to boost atmosphere, a few stuffed animals laying around. Your little make shift dining room was professionally set with flowers, napkins, silverware, a few vases of roses and candles. Cute pictures of you, your friends and family on a collage wall above the couch that was against the living room wall— pictures John wants to be apart of— and jazz playing from the radio— specifically I Miss You So by Nat King Cole.

You lock the door behind you, take another deep breath, and swivel around on your heals, “Would you like to sit on the couch? O-or we can sit at the table?”

John smiled, lifting his hands and you giggles a nervous one, “Shit right, the wine and the bread. We can have it with the charcuterie.” You take both items in your hands moving towards the kitchen.

His blue eyes dance as he follows you to the kitchen, past the dining area, “A charcuterie board? You shouldn’t have!”

Shouldn’t have as in you shouldn’t have? Or should’ve have as in, ‘eat, pray, love!’? You snuck a glance and there he was, leaning against your fridge as you set the bread down on the counter, ends of his eyes crinkling. Damn, you could’ve moaned right then and there.

“It’s no problem, I thought you’d want to eat something with the bread.” You let out a nervous laugh, cutting into the roll that John’s made and placing a few pieces on the board “It’s perfect! You made this John?”

“Course I have! Told you it a potluck didn’t I?”

“No, no, just a little shocked is all. You like baking and cooking then?”

“Well, cooking I can hold my own. Baking, I think I’m just good at making bread since my mum taught me. I couldn’t go a meal without it so she made me make my own.”

You hum, “I’ll keep that in mind.” Your eyes met John and you immediately looked down, placing the bread you hadn’t cut into a spare bread bag. Caught you. You could feel your cheeks heat up, almost burning off from how hot they felt. John was watching you as you made your way around the kitchen, you needed to regroup.

“Uh- l-let’s sit in the living room and eat!” You dodged John, gently placing the board on the coffee table.

You sit on the couch, princess style, re-adjusting your blouse and smoothing out your pants, big brown eyes following him as he took a seat next to you. There’s a few moments of silence, you trying to find something to say and avoiding Johns leisure gaze. His eyes are smiling and he thinks you look incredibly adorable while your mind works overtime.

“There somethin you wanna talk about?” You squeaked out, fidgeting with your manicured yellow nails. John sighs, his larger hand finding one of yours and slowly intertwining them together with a gentle squeeze. It’s okay, it says.

“You can relax, you know? It’s just me.” He gives you a small smile.

Yeah, that’s the problem. John Price who was perfection walking, despite his age, a fucking heart throb. You knew for a fact he must’ve been fucking trouble when he was younger and he’s definitely a much larger one now. You couldn’t keep up. Shit, mean, when could you ever? This was your first time having a man that was a love interest, over your house. But to get a snog, you needed to calm down. Let things happen because nothing you’d planned out before was happening.

“I’ll t-try.”

The night was filled with laughter, from the way Price groaned, he enjoyed his meal while you could only eat about half of it. You were still nervous but John had loosened you up, telling you old stories about his life and you telling a few of your own, talking about your hobbies, learning about John’s massive interest in watching cute cat videos— another extremely green flag. The wine helped even more, you were a bit of a light weight so you nursed the one. John followed your pace, letting you get comfortable with him slowly itching closer and closer into your space.

It was 10:00pm now, a few candles burnt out, two saucers of crumbs on the coffee table, ‘caught up in the rapture’ by anita baker playing, and you were talking John’s head off. Not because your were drunk, because you were truly comfortable. Comfortable with your legs over Johns lap while you babbled on about country living whilst John rubbed your hand in his with his thumb. You were gorgeous, the light from the candle flickered to you, showing off your pretty brown eyes.

“Oh god no, I don’t think I could do the whole farm thing. But I’d like to go, with you. If I could.” You think, gently placing your empty glass on the table.

“Your already planning our next date? Haven’t even asked you yet?” Price teases.

“Not our next date,” you pause, “…Maybe the one after.” You grin, both of you giggling. Faces seemingly closer than before, your eyes widen, cheeks flushed, you mumble a, ‘sorry.’ And John’s lost looking at you, ‘what’s there to be sorry for?’

And then it happens, what we’ve allll been waiting for.

John’s pink lips on yours, gentle, beard pricking your own skin. You can taste the vanilla from the pound cake on his lips. He pulls you closer, large hand up and down your back, adding goosebumps down your skin. And you’re trying your best to follow what he’s doing because he’s fuckin good kisser. You can tell. Your hand meets his chest, you want to mold your lips with his. You can hear them, the fireworks going off, or was that your heart?

He pulls away, slowly, putting your foreheads together and humming. Your lashes flutter open, meeting Prices soft eyes.

“Nice, right?”

Your voices is so soft, like you’ve just woken from a dream— “Perfect.”

But it’s not. This is real. And you and John both love that.

a/n: Another, thank you for 2k post!!! Thank you babies🥺🥺💓💓!! And thank you for the love on the last shy!reader post! I have so much fun writing for it. Lmk what you think!! You know how bad it is when the writer is giggling and kicking their feet?

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