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and he knows it too. heâs unbearable about it with you esp if you canât stand him
oliver when you wake up and heâs smirking at you rubbing his scruff reminiscing about your taste right in front of you and you are so pissy about it and avoid eye contact and he thinks itâs sooo cute compared to your previous nightâs facial expressions when he was making you cum so muchâŠâŠ.
#IM AOSNDKDKDK IM GONNA BEAT BIM UP. me: biggest mistake ive ever made#also me: best feeling mistake ever#actually Shocked n canât face him bc i hate him but the dgame was insane. HE NEEDS TO DIE AS A SOLUTION!!!!!!#sora.inbox#vic <3#sora.oliver#<- im sorry
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#theres nothing quite like your mother saying Well maybe you shouldve been more careful because now your boss might think youve been flirting#with this male coworker (whom i like splendidly as a friend) and now maybe she thinks youre not trustworthy#and maybe she regrets hiring you because you said you feel like youre making a lot of mistakes this week and she might assume thats because#your head is filled with this boy.#so dont make her regret hiring you.#MA'AM I TOLD YOU I WAS ALREADY ANXIOUS BECAUSE I MADE SO MANY MISTAKES TODAY WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME ASHAMED#OF SOMETHING THAT I HONESTLY HAD NO CLUE I OUGHT TO BE ANXIOUS ABOUT AT MY FIRST NEW JOB AFTER IVE GRADUATED????#anyway going to bed i cant take this anymore LOL she said it so lightly and im like. well i never even considered#being afraid of making my boss regret hiring me somehow because of some kind of behaviour that i had no idea was sending some kind of signal#anywaysssss đđđđđđđ#and then she was like why are you crying?? đđđđđđđđ#not to be like this is partly why i didnt want to move home but confound it all why are things like this#can i not simply confide in my mother my anxieties and worriws#worries#and not also have to worry about her potentially being like Well have you considered you ARE right and it IS your fault?#idk man something something firstborn child eldest daughter can i have some room to breathe. please#also not to whine but Not my father walking in on me eating dinner at 10pm because i was holed up#in my room in a semi depressive state after so many gong shows in a work day and straight up having no appetite#but deciding my body needs the food anyway its better late than never.....walking in and then saying#you know if you eat this late you'll gain weight. SIR??????????????????#sorry to complain and rant again i simply cannot in this house and whats more am doing my best to honour my parents#but why is it so hard out here and how can they say stuff like that with a smile!!!!!!!#also i DO have an inner critic who is always like Its your fault you are the worst you should be ashamed always........why do my parents#not understand after knowing me for so long and watching me grow up#that i can make myself so ashamed of the smallest thing so easily and that what they say drives me to shame almost as easily?#ANYWAY LOL WHAT A DAY#you guys!!! i am working so hard i promise i PROMISE I am!!! it is my first full time job ever and i am working so so hard#i am doing my absolute best and no one sees it and that is FINE i just wish my parents would see that i AM trying!!#i come back home so dead every single day because i put in 120%! this is literally my first job after graduation#and my parents KNOW this has been the most exhausting taxing and soul crushing year ive had in my very short life so far
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Me joking with my mom while cooking: arenât you super proud of my cooking skills!! There's no match for me!! Im unstoppable!!
Mom in a solemn voice: but im really disappointed in you
Me: ????
Mom: pursuing your Master's degree, it seems like you no longer care about continuing your studies, itâs like you've frozen that idea.
#way to kill the vibe mom#she is still disappointed that unlike my bachelor's education#i didn't immediately jump to a random university and study whatever random major they gave me#even though i couldâve gotten a neat scholarship and studied something i really liked at the time#at the time i had no idea what im soig and where i wanted to go so i just followed along#but im not suffering through getting a master's degree for something i dont even care about#what she doesnt know is i have a plan. i have been following the plan ever since graduation.#if plan goes perfectly im supposed to start applying either this year or the next#she has no clue sometimes i stay up really late thinking about all the decisions i made and things i can no longer change#i dont want to do the same mistakes again#also its not like i can really afford it right now without a proper scholarship#i get she wants me to be the best at everything but the way she goes about it always makes me feel like a failure#mom...
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I snapped today at work, and by snapped I mean I politely commented on a help desk ticket by summing up an mess of an (type of) issue that's come up for at least the fourth time in the 2+ months I've been managing user accounts, and asked the person responsible to fix it (himself for once) because last time I fixed his mess-up it took me two whole days to work out the details with at least four other colleagues from different departments and I really don't want to do it again. there's other shit that needs doing, I've been working 10+ hour days for most of this week already, so I need to cut down not add on more.
(good thing tho - at least we managed to fix the issue where the dataset of a newer employee got mixed up with another one of the same name and therefore wasn't able to apply for any of the access/accounts she needed. technically not entirely my area but it does impact us not being allowed to create an account for her so I figured I might as well track that issue down. took three days and at least three other people, but hey - it should all work out now. yay for that)
#been feeling anxious af ever since bc it's the first time I've been this firm in a reply and idk how they'll take it#there's underlying issues in inter-departmental communication that need fixing that cause these issues to happen again and again#but my boss is on parental leave and his substitute is sick not that she cares or is up for doing her job where communication is concerned#so there's no real sense in addressing that rn esp by me who's only been there since June. but it does frustrate me a lot#anyway. I'm sure I'll get over this too. but yeah.. ppl not thinking things through for the two mins it takes to create an account#or the twenty seconds it takes to check if one already exists before creating a new one#or the minute it takes to check if folks still have an active contract past their time working in your department before deleting an accoun#just jfc. put in a smidge of effort and five mins total and save the rest of us from spending half a day to fix your mistake#oh well. if I get a pissy response I'll just blame it on being new as an intern and being too motivated and idealistic I guess#god forbid I expect people to do their jobs thoroughly or with at least a singular thought..#anyway. I feel like I'm allowed to be grumpy abt this since we are the folks who end up having to fix this shit#and by we I mean pretty much mostly me at this point bc one colleague is sick atm. my boss barely has time for this and is on leave#and my other colleague only works half time so I'm the one who's been handling most of these over the past month or so#which.. is still insane considering how I'm a goddamn intern who shouldn't even have admin rights tbh#but without them I couldn't do anything at all lol so here I am. nice that they trust and believe in me I suppose#that's why I try to do my best. (who am I kidding that's always the case anyway)#but yeah. definitely a 50% staff support job and only 50% of the other important things that need doing rn it's more like 90/10#and it's funny how I still dread my two hours of hotline. but every time the line is too busy I still jump in#we are also only 6 people atm out of 10 and three of us are still in training. and one of the trained folks had to come back in mid time of#next week we'll likely be 4#depending on if our substitute boss lady is back.. not that I'd look forward to it. she's a mess and she's been horrible to deal with latel#sure. she's stressed. but she's either snapping at me when I ask abt shit I can't know yet or she's ignoring me. great basis for team work.#so honestly I'd rather she not return on Monday. esp not if she's gonna spread her germs everywhere#but now sleep. sorry for the rant. it's certainly been quite the month since I returned from my own wisdom tooth rated sick leave..#gotta be up again in 6.5 hrs so I can be at work at 6 to let the electrician in. I'm gonna sleep so hard over the weekend I stg#a day in the life of..
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when the line changes from meaning "im the ruler of my own world" to "i finally have worth because i am finally the ruler" because this character has never been allowed to break the rules and never been in control of their own life. and now that they HAVE broken their every most significant rule in the worst, most traumatizing ways possible, they've both changed drastically as a person and warped the entire situation in their head: they blame themselves, they KNOW that the situation is their own fault, but they cannot handle the weight of that guilt and have forced themselves to blame absolutely Anyone else instead because of it. in losing everything that defined them as a person and Taking control for the first time in their life out of an inability to face themselves and their own actions, they think that they've finally found worth in themselves, that they were meant to be the ruler. that THIS was god's plan and what they were meant to be all along. and even then, supposedly having finally broken the rules and their meaning and their worth, they're still not actually in control. they're in denial of the truth of what happened in spite of knowing it deep down, they've lost everything that defined them as a person and have NO idea how to find it again or to discover themselves without it, and though their revenge plot has given them power over perhaps the entire world they still aren't actually the one in control. taking revenge and pleasing the only gods they know for certain exist is one last desperate, terrified attempt to save themselves from the consequence of what they've done and from ever having to face themselves.
#maybe Im the one who has the heavily warped perception#<- girl who feels she has a deep understanding of grace chasity's character and motivations but who is also#deeply enamored with her writing and everything about her AS a character as well as extremely biased in trying to see the best in her#rather than facing that maybe she just Isn't a good person#<- like im so fr i CANNOT believe she had bad intentions i CANNOT believe she acted out of malice as opposed to#just being in shock and denial and genuinely having NO fucking idea what to do as things spiraled rapidly out of control#it was HER plan all of it was HER plan because of HER feelings !!! the first time she's ever been the leader instead of the follower#and everything that could go wrong DID go wrong. all her fault. and she KNOWS it's her fault!!!!! but the worst things get the harder it is#to actually face that. she almost turns herself in she fully intends to take the blame and make sure steph and pete arent punished for#HER choices and HER mistakes. and then the mayor shows up and ghosts and gods become involved and it Just Keeps Getting Worse and it's STIL#grace's fault !!!!!!#i need to shut the fuck up before i start going off about the football field scene too god help me im so srs#alyalyoxenfree
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#tw ed#saw a picture of myself from when i was *checks notes* at my fucking worst with my ED but that meant i was also Thinner.#i really should Go Back huh. maybe if i did i wouldnt feel. Like This.#it'd prolly mean id start losing my hair again which. not a big fan. BUT.#if i was really dedicated i could also lose my period which. huge fan. that was one of the best things that ever happened to me tbh#i could have it all back. maybe i could even get farther than the last time. all it would take is uhh feeling utterly fucking miserable#having no energy for the most basic stuff let alone singing and thinking about nothing and i mean NOTHING but calories 24/7.#but hey. maybe i could like. lose 5 kg for my troubles and then gain back twice as much when i decide again that i just Cant Live Like This#totally worth it huh#anyway. i miss hating my body A Little Less and people being Nicer to me and everyone telling me how good of a job im doing#and encouraging me to keep going. and i miss the sense of Accomplishment and the Pride and the Not Feeling Disgusting#or at least Making Up For It by just. not eating lol#cause like its not like im actually much better mentally am i lmao clearly im not. only now im both miserable AND fat.#obviously ill never be s/kinny let alone as s/kinny as my friends. ill still look like a glitch in the system and a mistake next to them.#but if i have to be miserable anyway i could at least be. less f/at about it right. maybe then ill be worth something <3#...and other delusions you keep cultivating because there's something deeply and inherently wrong with you#my new bestseller coming soon to your nearest bookshop dont miss it its only $free.99!
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monday night i decided to rewatch poor things instead of sleeping and it is the best decision i've ever made in a long fucking while
#ohh these tags will be so embarrassing but i have to vomit it all out#but urgh it makes me happy in ways nothing else can which is just insane#it truly is like. my movie soulmate#is that an offense punishable by the moral police. if so then too bad. and tbh its pretty tame compared to some other stuff ive seen lol#it was the best movie theatre-going experience in my (admittedly still short life) but i doubt anything will ever top it ANYTIME soon.#i saw it three times in theatres and like didn't rewatch it until now even if it's my favourite#big mistake i know if i watched it more id be happier#plus i finally saw it with subtitles and since i missed a bit of dialogue without those i'm even happier#like after watching it i realised it spoke to me so much because i'm autistic#and that's true but it also has so fucking much to say about humans and society and just urgh#it's just the way that bella is representative of what humans look like when they haven't been taught all the hatred and misanthropy#that is taught to us as we grow up and how she never let go of her compassion#above all it's humanist. it says pretty straightforwardly that we can improve! there is hope!#and i didn't even fully realise that until the rewatch at home.#and it's all covered with horniness insane cinematography and visuals some great comedy#it was just made in a lab for me and upon my first ever watch i went in blind not knowing it would become This to me#and it hit hard enough in a theatre but ohhh watching it alone at past midnight hits even harder#i admit ive been feeling bad lately (though i can't describe my emotions well) and it improved my mood so much#of all things that couldve been it it has become a huge comfort movie#swiss army man/eeaao also having a great raunchy comedy/emotional devastation make them greatly comforting to me also#but poor things is such a special and specific brand of comfort...#oh wow so much embarrassing yapping ill stfu now#nonsense
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I feel like I tend to have pretty bad ideas
CW: unreality in tags
I don't know that I'm venting. But it's hard for it to not sound that way.
But I'll put warnings because I don't see how else I'd feel okay without putting them there.
It's just more fair that way
#cheeseburgerboy#recently doing things. to help me more#i am afraid of not having cookie and BC around. but its probably best for me. and ive been managing okay#i have spent the last few years with them and others. so it makes sense im not used to it. and that its also uncomfortable#plus also. i remember when i had first quit cookie 12 daydreaming. and how weird it felt#and nothing felt good. everything felt better in daydreaming.#its not the same as that now.#i miss them hurting me and hurting my feelings. the things they would do for me. and the conversation we'd have.if we had it#but im trying not to dwell on it.#its been a fear even before quitting cookie 12 daydreaming. that i would forget all the times we had together#all the memories. ans i don't see why I'd ever want to forget.#even the bad things were good. and before quitting id imagine myself daydreaming forever. and i was alone. but it wasn't bad.#sometimes i wonder if ive made a mistake. because i can never go back to the way it was. i can't see my friends or family again.#i will never see the goats. or ride the bus. i won't go to school. i won't have my mama. because these things aren't owed to me.#their owed to cookie. and i just want to leave him alone. and it doesn't want to talk with me at all if xe doesn't have to.#BC no longer has any interest in me. so why would i keep staying there?. why force them to beat me?. whats the point.#i feel i should at least try to have my own life. im just working towards living. i haven't felt my life was my own.#its going ****. not bad. so. ill keep trying. i think its a **** idea đŠ
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The location of the sex shop I worked was a haven for spiders. We had tall ceilings and skylights and unused storage rooms. It was a spider paradise. We quickly sussed out which coworkers to call on in case of emergency. The Dorito lady was a solid ally for spiders but absolutely petrified of moths.
But thereâs actually a hierarchy of fear. Most people donât realize. The person least afraid is the one forced to deal with the bug in question. If coworker B was scared, but coworker A was petrified, well coworker B was gonna have to screw their courage to the sticking place because by the law of fear they were the most competent person on scene.
Thus enters Rick. Rick first appeared in the back storage room. This room doubled as a second bathroom so we went in on a semi frequent basis. The girl whoâd gone in to pee shot out again gibbering with fear about the biggest spider sheâd ever seen had just run across her boot.
We sicced Dorito lady on it. She returned, shaking her head. âHe was squatting on a power cord where it plugs in. I couldnât get a clean shot at Rick.â
âRick?â
She shrugged. âSpiders that big need a name. Seemed like a Rick.â
Rick, freshly named, became a store menace. Iâd normally say this was probably a case of multiple spiders being mistaken for one but everyone who encountered him swore up and down there could be no mistake. This spider was massive, fast, and distinct. A gladiator among arachnids.
I never encountered Rick. His exploits grew in the telling but the theme was consistent: no one could kill him. Heâd hunker in places that no one could reach and dart away when a strike missed. He also chased off the more faint hearted, charging them in bold dashes. There could be no benign cup transplant to remove Rick from the premise. He was not leaving.
The saga of Rick continued for two months. Not seeing him was almost worse, a fearful wariness when going to the bathroom or stepping into quieter areas. I waited with dread, hoping my eventual run in would have me on shift with Dorito lady to protect me.
It was not to be. There was a girl the same who hated my one moment of singing that was absolute piss-herself scared of spiders. Sheâd slam straight into a panic attack and couldnât think or speak. And so it was that one night on shift, I heard her scream.
It was unmistakable. I was in the front window turning off the open sign. Through an obstacle course of mannequins and lingerie I performed an acrobatic sprint out of the window, darting up to find her quivering at the front counter, fully crying. I radiated calm at her and said, âJust point.â
I knew it was Rick. Our destinies were intertwined and we had always been pulled toward the inexorable battle that was drawing nigh.
Her hand raised to point to our sandwich board sign at the front of the store. So Rick had the metaphorical high ground. There was no quick easy strike on the slanted signs surface.
I armed myself and marched into battle, my knuckles white on my chosen weapon. I would do this, because I must. Because there was no one else. And because I wanted to close and go home.
I saw Rick immediately and I honestly donât think Iâve ever seen a bigger spider since. Outside of a tarantula, he was truly the most massive spider Iâve ever beheld outside a zoo enclosure or terrarium.
We regarded each other. Rick launched off the sign toward me and I stomped my foot reflexively, making him pause in his charge. Then I raised my weapon. Anything else, I believe Rick could have evaded. Heâd bested most of the store thus far. But I had chosen chemical warfare.
I doused the shit out of that spider with cleaning spray, stunning him with a barrage of chemicals. While he froze, choking on the unexpected deluge, I dropped a paper towel over him. My foot came down.
I felt his exoskeleton crunch and I can feel it still to this day. The shattering was as of bones and I truly mourned that we had been forced into senseless war. If only he has cleaved tighter to the shadows. If only heâd crawled willing into a cup for relocation. I released a full body shudder of horror, fear, and adrenaline as I stepped back.
I took several quivering breaths. I donned a veneer of calm and tidied the battlefield of itâs corpse then went to reassure my coworker that all was well, while internally I still shook.
You fought well, Rick. I hope you sired many more monstrous children to haunt retail workers in the years to come. Rest in valor, you monster.
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i just want to stop feeling suicidal so constantly and i want to stop having my paranoia spirals and i want to have peaceful sleeps without night terrors and i want to feel safe in my body and in my own space and i want to eat and i want to not be so overwhelmed by my psychosis and i want to be over everything that kennedy did to me but i also really wish i could contact him again so i could deck him in the fucking face and then i call c and ask her what the fuck why the fuck did she do that and beg beg beg my family to leave the church that is so clearly harming them and dooming them to tragedies.... and so on...
#why did i write about that pregnancy why did i use my abuse for an assignment why did i delve into these memories such a mistake#whenever i remember it happened im like oh my god i could have had a 9 year old maybe i did want to be a mother#maybe i am suffering now bc i was supposed to be doomed to the same narrative like most women in my community#like maybe it was a fluke that i got here bc i don't fit in i hate myself so much i feel like everyone hates me and wants me dead and gone#if i knew any of their numbers still i would ask for ativan again i cannot fucking sleep my anxiety is never ending#i cannot tolerate the weight of the emotions i want to be numb i want to be high i want to be dissociated again#i broke out of my constant dissociation and now im here and i can feel my feet on the ground and i am living pov and it hurts so bad#i want to be in the arms of my best friend i want to be on her floor stroking the fuzzy carpet while we eat penne together#ever since she came back into my life i am so happy i have that anchor again but oh my god it makes me realize how distant i am from everyo#and how little i trust#i also miss my other best friend that i never get to see but i want to hug them tightly and we never have enough time w each other but ever#moment is so vivid and strong and they make me feel so alive and aware of the world we are in and its such a blessing that they decided to#talk to me the day they did and the friendship that came after like idk#i dont have many close friends but oh god the few i have i love th#them so much and they make life worth living but ugh yeah im fighting voices and spirals and theres a lot happening inside#ill be fine i have a lot of feelings my life is nonstop chaotic bc i have 5 bpd/bipolar women in my family and all emotionally absent men a#and our narratives weave together so close so tightly i cannot separate myself but i want to but can i? do i want to?#ezra.txt
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Cuddle Buddies
Summary: Spencer misinterprets the meaning of the term friends with benefits â but having a friend who will cuddle with him is, in fact, highly beneficial
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!ReaderÂ
Category: Fluff
Content Warnings: suggestiveness (referenced/implied sex), embarrassment, awkwardness
Word count: 1k
Author's Note: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins FWB writing challenge!
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âTell me, pretty boy. Whatâs going on with you and her?â Derek teased his coworker while motioning towards your desk. Â
Acting like you didn't hear him, you kept your eyes focussed on the paperwork in front of you. But of course you were interested in Spencerâs answer too. For weeks you had been trying to figure out the nature of your relationship (or friendship?) with him.Â
âWeâre friends,â Spencer said and thought about his own response before adding, âWith benefits.âÂ
Spencer, oblivious as ever, had heard that term before but didn't know its true meaning. The two of you were friends who occasionally cuddled with each other â something Spencer would consider as highly beneficial to the wellbeing for the both of you.Â
His words caught the attention of everyone in the room. The snickering and whispering followed the second he finished his sentence. You could no longer pretend you weren't listening as you felt your cheeks heating up. Â
âExcuse me?â You squeaked, clearly embarrassed by what he had just stated.Â
It was not like you hadnât thought about it before. In fact, most nights when you ended up cuddled up with Spencer under a blanket while continuing your Doctor Who rewatch, it had crossed your mind. But it had never happened and you werenât sure why Spencer would lie about it.Â
Spencer found your eyes, immediately noticing the horror written all over your face. âDid I say something wrong?â
âWeâre not friends with benefits,â you mumbled, still in disbelief about what was happening.Â
Derek couldn't hold back his chuckles anymore but JJ seemed to feel sorry for you and chimed in on the conversation. âSpence, Iâm not sure you know the actual meaning of that term.â
She stepped closer to him before whispering what you assumed was the correct definition of friends with benefits. Once he realized his mistake, his facial features changed and could only be described as panicked.Â
âThat's not what I meant,â he stated what already was obvious. To deflect from the awkwardness, he started doing what he was most comfortable with - rambling. âIâm sorry, I just assumed that's what it meant. Our friendship does have benefits though, specifically the cuddling aspect. Did you know that nonsexual physical contact is very common among social animals? There are many health benefits to it, like lowering blood pressure, the release of oxytocin and ââ
Your unit chief stepped into the room to interrupt Spencer and finally end your misery. âGuys, we have a new case.â
Spencer had to hold back a sigh of relief that this painfully awkward situation had come to an end. Both of you tried your best to not let it affect your workday, keeping up your professional demeanor in front of your coworkers. But neither of you could hold back the occasional glance at the other.Â
It was hard to interpret Spencerâs expression when his eyes met yours. He had an apologetic look but there was also something else. Almost as if he had trouble holding back his thoughts from wandering to places that were completely inappropriate at work.Â
You were very familiar with those struggles.Â
It didnât surprise you to hear him knocking on your hotel room door once your workday had come to an end. Spencer was predictable and you knew that he was about to apologize for embarrassing you earlier.Â
When you opened the door, you immediately stepped aside to let him into your room. He had already shed his work attire and changed into sweatpants and an old Caltech t-shirt â a look not many people beside you got to see on him. There was a moment of silence between the two of you before Spencer finally found the courage to talk.Â
âIâm sorry about what I said,â he mumbled.Â
You showed him a soft smile and responded, âYeah, I know.âÂ
âAre you mad at me?â
The question amused you. To you it was almost impossible to be mad at Spencer. You were aware that he never had any intention of hurting you. In fact, looking back you almost found his innocence and lack of discretion endearing.Â
You shook your head. âOf course not.âÂ
Spencer sighed when you reached out your arms to hug him. He reciprocated the contact, immediately pulling you into his arms and holding you closely against his chest. There were many things left unsaid but talking about your feelings wasnât really one of your strong suits. So you decided to suggest what the two of you seemed to be most comfortable with.Â
You motioned over to your bed and said, âDo you maybe want to stay and watch a movie with me?âÂ
His smile was genuine when he responded, âYes, I would love that.â
It was almost like the two of you followed muscle memory when you slipped under the duvet and turned on the TV. You found your place inside Spencerâs arms, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady thumps of his heart. His fingertips gently brushed over your arm, leaving goosebumps on their path.Â
Despite the positive effects Spencer explained about cuddling earlier, it was impossible for you to fully relax that night. He noticed it, too.Â
âYou okay?â He breathed as he turned down the volume of the TV.Â
Before you could think about it too long, you heard your mouth spill out the question that had been nagging you all day. âDo you sometimes think about those other, more exciting benefits?âÂ
Spencer audibly gulped before clearing his throat. Instead of answering your question, he retorted, âDo you?âÂ
You shifted your position until you sat beside him and said, âWould it be weird if I said yes?âÂ
It seemed like your confession took him by surprise. Spencer took a moment to think about his response. First his eyebrows furrowed, then his facial features softened again. âItâs not weird. I think about it, too, sometimes.âÂ
That was all the confirmation you needed to boost your confidence for once. With your hand gently placed on his jaw, you leaned closer to him until you could feel the heat of his breath against your mouth. Spencer didnât hesitate to close the gap between the two of you, finding your lips in a tender kiss.Â
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All Dressed Up
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky visits a gallery to support his best friend and unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams.
Word Count: Over 2.3k
Warnings: First meeting, mild dirty thoughts, instacrush, swearing, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Okay, lovelies. A new AU. I'm sorry. @targaryenvampireslayer @tavners @starlightcrystalline @whisperlullaby @sgt-seabass @vesearlee , I feel like you all either heard me screech, encouraged, or helped me, and I appreciate you. â€ïž Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo and divider by the incredible @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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Bucky didnât dress up for most people since it wasnât his style. He would do so for any of his brothers though, especially Steve. His best friend since childhood, and his clubâs president, he always had a love and talent for drawing and painting. And after working his ass off on his exhibit it wouldâve been a crime for the vice president not to show up.
Steve promised if there was ever a day when Buckyâs writing became published heâd be by his side to celebrate too. As much as they liked to give each other shit sometimes about art and how they created it, the support was there through and through. The only catch for tonight was that he had to dress nicely to get into the gallery. So, instead of the usual leather jacket or vest he wore and jeans, he went with a plain black suit and white button up shirt.
He refused to wear a tie since it wasnât a wedding. He had to draw a line somewhere. No one paid him any mind though as they walked around the gallery, and he was more than fine with that. This wasnât his night.
âYou should be proud, punk,â Bucky said, looking over the art lining the large wall, each piece crafted with care.
âI am proud, jerk,â Steve smiled. He hadnât worn a tie either, and it made Bucky feel a little better. âAnd you know you donât have to stay the whole time.â
Bucky knew that. He also knew members and prospects would be trickling in and out throughout the evening. âNot needed at the bar tonight, so I can stay as long as I want. But I might cut out early since I see your face enough between that and the club.â
Steve chuckled. âStill havenât sold the place, huh?â
The brunette sighed. It wasnât the first time Steve asked if he was going to sell the bar to focus more on writing. âWhere the hell would you all hang out if I sold the place?â He liked the bar. It wasnât just a great hangout for the club, but for his other regulars, too.
âThere are other bars,â Steve teased. He said that, but he loved the bar, too. âYou know I just want you to-â
âFollow my compass. I know. Youâve said that so manyâŠâ He stopped talking when he saw an unexpected angel walk into the room.
Well, angel was the word that came to mind since you were wearing a white dress and the light over your head illuminated you like a halo. But as his eyes swept over you, he wondered if there was a bit of a devil in you. He wouldnât mind bringing that side out of you if you gave him the chance.
And here he used to think love at first sight was bullshit.
âHey. Do you know her?â Bucky subtly nodded in your direction as you spoke to another woman, jealousy flaring up for a second at the thought of his best friend knowing you and not telling him. And if you knew Steve, that was that before things even started. While the blonde didnât have much game growing up, he came into his own after his growth spurt, and everyone adored or wanted him.
Steve shook his head. âNo, I donât,â he said, making Buckyâs shoulders slump in relief before his friend scrutinized him. âJesus, are you eye fucking her? You are, arenât you?â
Bucky wasnât the least bit ashamed. âAnd Iâll keep doing it âtil she looks at me,â he replied, wishing youâd at least spare him a glance and get a look at him in his nice suit. Maybe you werenât into guys with tattoos and piercings, but he was certain he could change your mind if that was the case.
âHow long has it been since youâve been on a date?â Steve asked. âJust introduce yourself like a gentleman and see where that goes.â
âA couple of months? Something like that.â Tearing his gaze away to glance at his inked hands, he chuckled. âYou think Iâm a gentleman?â
He could be dangerous and downright dirty when the occasion called for it, but just because he rode a motorcycle and covered himself in tattoos and piercings didnât mean he treated others poorly. He was raised better than that. Even with his ex-girlfriends, things never ended because he didnât treat them well. They just werenât the one.
âWe both know you are. Sometimes,â Steve answered, smirking as a beat passed. âAnd sheâs looking your way.â
Buckyâs head snapped up to find you looking right at him with a curious stare. You had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. Which was nothing compared to your smile. It was like watching the sun slowly rise to meet the day.
Fuck, he was being sappy. You ruined him with a single stare, and he wanted to ruin you in return. Make it so you wouldnât want another man.
You whispered something to the woman beside you before she nudged you forward and he realized Steve pushed him to move, too. It only took three more steps before he was right in front of you, the gentle smell of your sweet perfume filling his nostrils. Need slammed into his body as you smiled again, and he actually felt the blue of his eyes shrink as his pupils widened.
If Steve thought he was eye fucking you beforeâŠ
âHey,â he said, his voice raspier than usual.
âHi,â you said. It was a voice he could listen to for hours and he wondered what it would sound like when you said his name.
âIâm Bucky.â He took a smaller step closer, trying his damnedest to block out any other man around him so youâd keep those pretty eyes on him.
You introduced yourself, too, and it was a name he would never forget. âI like your tattoos,â you added almost shyly. Almost.
If he had his way, youâd see the rest of them soon enough. âThanks,â he smiled, holding one hand up to show you. âDressed like this, I bet you think Iâm part of the mob.â After getting dressed and adding the gold jewelry, even he thought for a split second he looked like a mobster.
âAre you or is that information I canât be privy to?â you asked, making him chuckle. You didnât skip a beat, and he liked that.
âNot part of the mob, but I am part of a motorcycle club,â he replied. He wore his patch with pride and that didnât seem to scare you, which was good. âI also own a bar.â He didnât know why added that part. You didnât ask and he didnât want to brag, but there he was.
âSo, you ride a motorcycle, and you own a bar?â You glanced back at your friend to ask her, âDo you mind if IâŠâ
âIâm good. You two talk,â your friend smiled, giving Bucky an encouraging wink. He looked back to find that Steve walked away, too.
You smiled as you faced Bucky again. âWell, Iâm happy to hear more about either of those things if you have time.â
âYeah.â A lopsided smile appeared before he could stop it. âI got time,â he said. All the time in the world.
Over the next hour, the two of you stayed close together and talked in between looking at Steveâs pieces. He told you he was there to support Steve and talked a little bit more about the bar he owned. A hole in the wall kind of place he fixed up. While he wasnât a big drinker, he loved making them for his regulars, and his profession allowed him to get away with all the tattoos.
âIâll have to stop by sometime,â you smiled before it faltered. âIf thatâs okay.â
He didnât want to get his hopes up, but his heart raced, and he wanted to see you smile again. âIâll hold you to that,â he teased. âWhat about you? What do you do for work?â
You told him that you were a blood bank nurse and still fairly new to the area. While you didnât have too many friends nearby, you liked your neighborhood and the one friend you had made invited you to the gallery since she was an art enthusiast. You also let it slip that you were single upon your move here, which he was happy to hear since he was, too, but he didnât miss the note of sadness in your voice.
He could help fix it if you were lonely.
âIâm not seeing anyone either,â he stated.
You raised an eyebrow in disbelief. âYou donât have an old lady?â His eyes went right to your lip when he bit it. âThat is the correct term of endearment, right?â
âThatâs right,â he said, his eyes soft. âBoth of those things are right.â
You bit your lip again and he wasnât sure if you were purposely trying to entice him, but now he wanted to bite your lip. âSo, do you do anything for fun outside of riding and work?â
He almost groaned when you said âridingâ and he had to shake his head to keep his mind from drifting. He couldnât think of you being on his bike with your arms wrapped tight around him or you riding him or anything like that. âWellâŠâ
He explained that he wrote a bit in his spare time outside of work and the club. It was a hobby mostly, but it would be a dream come true to get his work out there one day. If not, that was okay, too, because he had a decent life and didnât need much. His bike, his brothers.
But to have an old ladyâŠ
âMaybe I could readâŠâ you frowned when you saw the time. âOh, Iâm sorry. I didnât realize how late it was. I should get going,â you said, disappointment filling both of you.
âOh.â He scratched the back of his neck. The two of you were having a nice talk, and he hadnât had a chance to ask about your hobbies yet. âItâs still kinda early. Do you really have to go?â he asked, realizing just how desperate he sounded. God, if the prospects could hear him right now⊠He just didnât want the night to end.
âYeah, I do. Iâm actually working a blood drive tomorrow and could use the rest,â you said, smiling sadly. He felt like an ass for asking you to stay when you had work to do. âI donât know if youâve heard anything about it, but youâre welcome to stop by if you want to donate. I always have this fear that people wonât show, which I realize sounds ridiculous.â
Bucky mentally kicked his ass for not knowing about a local blood drive. He was usually more on top of those sorts of things. âWhereâs it at?â You gave the location and time, which was all he needed. âIâll be there,â he promised.
And every single club member would be there, too, if they knew what was good for them.
âReally?â you smiled, your hand bumping his when you turned to face him. âYouâll go?â
He let his fingers brush yours and he smiled to himself when he felt the light shiver. âOf course, doll.â
âDoll?â you giggled. He hoped he didnât offend you. âI hope you show,â you added in a small voice, your gaze focused on the ground.
Frowning a bit, he wondered if you didnât believe him. Did someone let you down before? âIf I say Iâll be thereâŠâ He lifted your chin, so youâd look into his eyes. He needed you to see the truth in them. âIâll be there.â
You exhaled, staring deeply into his eyes. âIâll see you tomorrow then,â you whispered.
He grudgingly released you, knowing he had to. Besides, if he kept touching you, there was a good chance heâd pin you against the wall and show you what a work of art you were. âGood night,â he whispered, watching you go back to your friend. She linked her arm with yours as you glanced back, keeping your eyes on Bucky until you were out of sight.
He exhaled, mentally kicking his ass again. Why the fuck didnât he ask for your number? You two hit it off, and you wanted to see him at least in some capacity beyond the blood drive, right?
Steve made a beeline for him as he stayed rooted to the spot. âIt looks like you two hit it off. You know you didnât even say hi to Chris or Sam or-â
âWeâre going to a blood drive tomorrow,â he cut in. He hoped people would show, but he gave you his word heâd be there, and the club was all about giving back to the community.
The blondeâs eyebrows pinched. âIâm sorry, what?â
âBlood drive. Tomorrow. Everyone,â he said, giving his friend a hard stare. âYouâre the president. Make it happen.â
âYouâre the vice president, which means you supervise plans for club events or gatherings. That includes last minute things,â he pointed out, his eyebrows shooting up as Bucky got his phone out and typed quickly. âYouâre serious about this?â
âIs it too much to say, âYou better fucking be there or youâll pay for it laterâ?â
The blonde grinned. A shit-eating, knowing grin, and he wanted to smack him. âThis is all for her, isnât it?â
Bucky sighed. He hadn't expected to meet someone so perfect tonight. âSheâs a nurse and I wanna help. Besides, itâs good for the community and youâre all about that shit.â And he had to make a better impression after not asking for your number. âWill you at least promise youâll be there?â
âTo watch my whipped best friend fawn over a pretty nurse? Hell yeah.â
âBeautiful,â he corrected him. âSheâs beautiful.â
And while Bucky would fawn over you tomorrow, he also hoped heâd get your number.
So, what do we think so far? Part of this writing style was slightly different for me, but I like how it turned out! I still need to give this reader a nickname and the AU a name, but this is a start. I can't wait for the whole club to show up at the blood drive. I also have something silly and cute planned for these two. â€ïž Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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â.àłàż*: teddyâs notes: hey guys!! back to bakugou x loser gf headcanons bc i need loveeeee and fluff and you guys need it too!! also not proofread sorry!!
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bakugou, who absolutely adores you being yourself. gushing about a topic that interests you, whining over a dress you like, showing off your stupidly colourful nails that only look good on you, clinging onto him when he acts all annoyed and nonchalant â he thinks to himself âwhat a silly girl and wtf did she find in meâ because youâre just so different from him and he is so different from you. but at the end of the day, katsuki finds that the love he has for you is mutual and thatâs a common ground for both of you.
bakugou, who acts like he hates it when you pamper him, but you know better than that. you know that he absolutely loves it when you scratch his head with your nails despite how much he complains about you ruining it; he would never allow you to do that somewhere other than your share home, slapping your hand away with a glare, however, itâs hard to resist once he is comfortable. heâd dodge your hand at first, but youâre insistent, holding his head close as you sneak your hand into his hair and his complaints and curses die down instantly.
bakugou, who doesnât like it when others see him being soft for you. itâs not about you, really, his personal relationship are important to him and the comments piss him off; dunce face getting all smug and shutting up once heâs told that âhe is bitchlessâ, kirishima trying to praise him for opening up which earns him a couple of threatening explosions. mina is sneakier though, she tries to get information out of you, which is a lost cause because you only smile sheepishly and point behind her shoulder where bakugou is standing, a death glare directed towards pinky. you can only watch as he lunges after her, giggling at the sight of her horror and his rage.
bakugou, whose way of showing affection is a little different from what youâd expect a boyfriend to do. it shows in the way he notices your hair sticking out and his hands automatically fly up to fix it; calloused hands stroking down your hair, tucking it behind your ears or even gathering it all into something more neat so it doesnât bother you, or him. if thereâs a thread sticking out of the seams of your clothing and he notices thereâs a micro-explosion going off from his finger where he burns it off and then scowls at your bewildered face. if you ever feel down he will do the small mistake of offering a solution as soon as you get out whatâs on your mind, but then, he will understand that what you need is comfort and provide it the best he can because youâre his best girl.
bakugou, who kisses you unexpectedly because you turn into a jelly right in his arms. your smile turns wobbly and you start stuttering like a total idiot, eyes a little foggy and body heating up invitingly, and katsuki is having the time of his life, whilst trying to keep his own emotions in check since heâs just a guy and cute girl turning all putty in his hold is not an easy thing to resist. âearth to loser,â he bites your cheek playfully before kissing it, soothing the momentary pain, âletâs go to my room.â you can only nod dumbly and let him tug you in the direction of his room with his hand clasped tightly around yours.
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I just want to feel
Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!best friend!reader
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Summary: your best friends, Sam and Colby, ask you to be in one of their Q&A videos, but thereâs alcohol involved⊠a lot of it.
Warning(s): SMUT! Mature Language, mature themes, kissing, alcohol, unprotected p in v, Friends to lovers trope :)), choking etc.
This is a long writing so Iâm sorry for mistakes!
âAre you sure I should be in the video? I mean, your fans barely know about meâ You ask for a final time as Sam leads you to the living room, his recording camera already set up in front of the couch where Colby had been sitting. The two of them were wearing all black so you did too, a black off the shoulder sweater that was old. It was one of the main things youâd leave at Sam and Colbyâs in case you ever crashed for the night.
While most people would kill to be in their videos, you never really saw the point. You were somewhat camera shy and a complete nobody. Why would anyone care to see you on the screen? Not to mention all the random internet ships that come with it all. You grew up with Sam, which means you ultimately grew up with Colby as soon as they met. You were only a teenager and now that your adults, you stay at theirs from time to time when your out with friends and get wasted at a party.
Colby would always come and get you from them.
âOur fans will love you. Just be honest and chill, okay?â Sam nods toward Colby and you walk past him to sit next to the dark haired boy, his strong cologne filling your nose.
âDonât be nervous, at least we have alcoholâ Colbyâs comment made a small laugh escape from your lips, and you shook your head at his playful smirk. He was right. Alcohol always calmed you down and made your anxiety a little bit less of what it usually was.
You watch the blonde lean forward to turn on the camera and Colby does the same, although you sit back and watch them do their intro. Youâd only been in a few other videos of thereâs as a small guest but they always made it known to their fans who you were. After all, you all basically started off nobodyâs together.
You remember the last morning you had left for school with Sam in freshman year. It was the last day youâd left alone with him for the rest of high school. Your parents were close to each other so you and Sam had practically known each other for most of your lives, but that day, when he met Colby, it wasnât just the two of you anymore.
The three of you would take the bus together every morning and walk home every afternoon, spending almost every second in between still with one another. It was perfect. Your group was so refreshing, it felt so right.
Your first argument was when you were in junior year, at a party you knew you shouldnât of been at.
At the time, youâd been talking to this senior, James. He was the captain of your schools swim team and fairly muscular for his 17 years of age. That night at the party was the first time youâd really done anything, he kept handing you shots and like an idiot, you took them. Looking back on it now, you know it couldâve been avoided, but you also trusted the boy you liked. You truly wanted to just fit in with his friends.
That was until he tried to to undo your crochet top in the middle of the dance floor, whispering dirty nothings into your ear that made you feel disgusting.
When you told him off, he got angry with you, grabbing your arm and trying to pull you away so he could get you alone. People were starting to stare and you were starting to get embarrassed, like you were some random slut heâd been taking upstairs.
But then he was ripped away from you, and in only a matter of seconds, Samâs hand was laid on the small of your back, checking you for bruises the boy mightâve given you. He was trying to talk to you, but you couldnât tear your eyes away from the chaos on the floor.
âColby, get off of him!â You scream, noticing the blood coming from Jamesâs face. Colby was on top of him, punching him the hardest youâd ever seen anyone punch, not sparing him anything. Sam held you back when you tried to get close, they saw what he did to you and there was no way in hell theyâd let it slide.
The sound of police sirens fill the street and everyone is quickly running out of the house, and finally Colby stands up. He wipes his now busted lip before looking back at his two friends, but you couldnât take your eyes off the bloody mess laid on the floor.
You hated blood.
âY/N-â you push yourself off Sam and past Colby, looking out the window to watch the police cars pull in front of the house. It looked like a murder scene, and you were so in shock you couldnât even think straight. âY/N, we have to goâ Colby tries to grab your arm but you quickly pull it away, and now heâs able to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.
âGet out of here!â You can hear the officers radio the closer they get, and all you could think about was getting Sam and Colby out of there. âGo! Please just go!â Your pleading words make it almost impossible to not listen, and with only a few more seconds, your friends were gone.
That was the day you realized the severity of your friendshipâ or at least you and Colbyâs friendship. The fact that all of you would do anything for each other, whether that was beating up an abuser, or putting your life on the line for the other person.
Ever since then, you and Colby had this undeniable tension between the two of you. It was weird, like something you couldnât figure out. It was only made purely visible that night.
Youâd never even kissed Colby, but youâd be lying if you said you didnât think about it sometimes. Your usually able to hide it, your desire for the boy, except when your at parties.
Whenever you drink, itâs like everything has to come out the way you think it. Nothing like liquid courage, huh? Thatâs the exact reason you didnât want to do the video.
You never stopped thinking about that night.
âY/N?â You blinked at the touch against your arm, and Colby was looking at you with a slight confusion on his face. âYou okay?â You notice the cameraâs recording light and nod, sitting up with a smile. âI think itâs time to get drunk, huh?â He nudged you and you nod with a laugh âfirst question!â
One of your other friends was there reading the questions for you, and even though you thought youâd start off light, she did not give you a break.
âWhatâs the worst doing the dirty experience youâve had?â Sam and Colby stare at each other for a second until one of them laughs, shaking their head with the dumbest response. Sam, of course makes a joke out of it but Colby has no shame in what he says, as always.
âOne time I had a girl use a lot of teeth, and uh⊠we never talked again. It was very awkwardâ Sam hisses at the statement, which makes you laugh too. âWhat about you, Y/N?â Colby turns to you and your face almost turns red from the sudden eyes on you. Everyone in the room and the camera was waiting on you now.
âUh⊠I guess the last time I was talking to a guy. I had to fake the whole thing and he finished quick so it just felt so awkward and it was silent the rest of the nightâ Colby and Sam raise their eyebrows at you but are laughing at the same time. They knew who you were talking about.
âColby, why do you post with girls on social media and never tell the fans whatâs going on?â The question takes all of you by surprise and Colbyâs eyes go wide. That was exactly what happened with you and why you didnât want to be on the channel that much anymore.
âUmmâŠâ He laughs nervously, looking over at you for a split second. âBecause sometimes, I donât know whatâs going on, alright? Iâm just posting the post and maybe it turns into something or maybe it doesnât?â
âItâs not like their your girlfriendâ Sam interjects and Colby nods agreeably.
âLetâs just say if I had a girlfriend, you guys would knowâ After you guys are done with that question, your kind of sitting back and watching the two answer at that point. Except they had to drink once so you did too, now you were all one shot in.
âColby, why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?â Everyoneâs face is in shock in the room as they look at Colby, waiting for his answer. He laughs nervously again, looking over at same with wide eyes before sitting up.
âI uh⊠you know I-â
âMight have to drink on that one, huh?â You tease and he rolls his eyes at your words with a laugh, closing the alcohol bottle he was about to open.
âNo, no. I um⊠I use them for personal fun. Yeah, thatâs-â
âWhat the fuck does that meanâ You and Sam burst out laughing but your friend shakes her head. âJudge says no. Drink!â Sam hands him the bottle and Colbyâs face is now turning a slight red. A tint only you could see because of how close you were.
âIâve used them for sexual funâ He says just as heâs about to pour the shot, but your friend rolls her eyes and nods that he doesnât have to drink.
âThat was luckâ Colby nudges your arm and shrugs, that annoying smirk of his only making you laugh.
âName two dirty kinks you haveâ The girl reads and all three of you are wide eyeing the camera. Sam curses under his breath and Colby is still in shock. It was still so early in the game, already?
âWait, Iâm not answering that. I already said one, right?â Sam agrees to Colby but the judge shakes her head. âJust one more then? I already day said one!â
âYou go first, Y/Nâ Sam cuts off his clearly pressured friend and they both turn to you, but your face is an even deeper red then Colbyâs now.
âUm⊠I donâtâI mean itâs been a long time so I donât really knowâŠâ
âOh come on, Everyone has themâ Colby teases and you glare at him, letting out a sigh as you sat back on the couch.
Apart of you was afraid to tell them, because youâd never really been that open with them about sexual preferences. Sam wasnât the one you were worried about, him and Katrina were perfectly locked in with each other and you knew whatever you said didnât matter.
But with Colby, there was always this unspoken tension between the two of you. One you tried to ignore but always failed terribly when youâd see him make out with another girl. You were afraid heâd see right through you if you answered the question, and if there was one thing you couldnât ignore,
It was the way heâd look at you.
âI think⊠I think choking is attractive, but like not too aggressively, you know?â
âSo your submissive?â Colbyâs words go through your ear and straight down. He was clearly trying to get to you with that question, and there it was again.
The tension between the two of you.
âSometimesâ You try to cover it up but you can feel his eyes piercing right through you, his smirk showing the small of his pearly white teeth that always made you blush. âWhat about you then, hmm? Mr. Talk shitâ You push his face and the two of them laugh, but Colby is no longer embarrassed to say it.
âI like to be Dominantâ He says to the camera and Sam blows air from his mouth, shake his head in disbelief. Colby isnât looking at you on purpose. Oh god, this wasnât how it was supposed to go.
You lean back on the couch, scratching your nose to try and hide your burning hot cheeks from everyoneâs eyes. It was like he was doing it on purpose. He was so clearly teasing you.
And you wished it wasnât working, but itâs been so long that itâs impossible for your stomach not to twist into multiple knots.
Or at least thatâs the excuse you gave yourself.
After many more questions and many more drinks, the alcohol started to take a toll on all three of you already. You had only had three shots and even the camera was hard to focus on. Sam and Colbyâs eyes had been getting red but yours were harder to see because of your eyelashes.
âWho do you think is the most attractive clubhouse member besides Katâ Colby and your own eyes go wide and you both stare at Sam. Obviously he couldnât answer that, but neither could you, right?
âNone! Sorry, gotta drink to that. Canât answer cause it ainât trueâ Sam sasses the camera while opening the bottle. Colby laughs, both of you applaudinïżŒg your friend.
âYeah, Iâm gonna drink to that one as wellâ Colby reaches down to grab the other bottle from the floor, pouring it into his shot glass. âI canât answer that, but I do have someone in mindâ he cheers to the camera and his words alone make your stomach twist once again. It definitely wasnât you, but saying something like that⊠after the other questions..
âWhat about you, Y/N?â The girl asks as the boys down their own shots. She raises an eyebrow, âmight as well give us something here, right?â As much as you wanted to decline and run away embarrassed, you could feel the liquid courage increasing.
The way everyone looked at you, they all knew who it was. You leaned back with a huff, you could feel Colbyâs eyes on you the entire time you were stalling, but when you looked at him, his eyes pierced through you.
âI think⊠I think Iâll drink tooâ Sam and Colby boo at you when you pour the shot. You couldnât do it. He didnât either so that must mean he doesnât⊠feel the same, Right?
âI canât even see the camera anymore, dudeâ Sam laughs at Colbyâs words. Sam has more shots then the two of you so youâd imagine heâd be the one saying it, but of course it was Colby.
Maybe thatâs why he was looking at you like that..
Towards the end of the video, all three of you were pretty drunk. Sam was the least, you were in the middle, and Colby⊠Jesus. Colby was so drunk.
âFuck, manâ Colby lays his head on the end table for just a second, you could tell his head was spinning. You rub his back, his body temperature is very warm. You look over to Sam and nod toward the camera, and Sam immediately understands.
âMaybe we should take a small break?â
âWhere are you going?â You ask Sam, watching him put on his jacket and grab his keys. You finished the video about 30 minutes ago and Colby was on the couch watching tv, while you had just changed into night clothes which really were only comfy shorts and a crop top like usual.
âI have to go stay at Katâs tonight. Weâre heading to her parents tomorrow morningâ You hum, pouring a glass of water for yourself and one for Colby. You had forgotten Sam was going away for a few days. âTry not to have too much fun while Iâm goneâ You stop and look at him with slightly furrowed brows, but heâs just raising his eyebrows with a shrug, leaving you with the confusion of his statement.
He doesnât⊠he canât know, right? You werenât that obvious.
âWater?â Your voice is enough to catch Colbyâs attention from the tv. He was watching some random scary movie it looked like but youâd never seen it so you werenât completely sure. You hand him the water and take a seat next to him, leaving a gap between the two of you. You had thought the tension would be gone by now but it clearly wasnât, you could only hope it was just your overthinking.
âWhatâs up with you? You were being weird the whole videoâ His question makes you somewhat relieved. Maybe he didnât suspect anything, maybe it really was all just in your own headâbut how were you meant to explain you couldnât focus because of how badly you wanted him. Even now, he was leaned back on the couch, his hair messy from running his hands through it and his tattoos on full display for you to look at. Jesus, it felt like torture.
Why did you have to get drunk?
âI just didnât feel goodâ You shrug, looking over at the tv and tilting the glass of water toward your lips. You can feel his eyes on you, waiting for you to give him a real answer but he doesnât push you. He only takes a sip of his water, turning back to the movie.
âAre you going home tonight?â You glance at the clock, itâs already 11. Should you? You have a room here, you didnât really need to.
But did he want you to?
âI was planning on staying but if you donât want me to-â
âI want you to stayâ Your stomach twists, with excitement and somewhat nervousness at the same time. He was being direct but he wasnât even looking at you. You wanted to stay and watch the movie with him, but the more you looked at him, the more the drunken side of you just wanted to kiss him.
You wanted him.
âCome hereâ You hesitate for a few seconds before placing your drink back on the glass table in front of you, moving to sit closer to the boy. His arm was laid on the back of the couch and he opens the blanket heâd been using to you. He wanted you close.
Your practically curled next to him by the middle of the movie, head laid in the crook of his neck and your legs sitting on top of his own. Not much had been said all movie, but Colby was getting more and more touchy as it went on.
His fingers traced shapes on your bare legs under the blanket, the cold metal of his rings sometimes brushing against your skin. He made it seem so normal, like it was an every day thing the two of you did together.
But this only made you so much hornier.
His scent radiates from his neck, and it was almost as if you wanted to kiss his neck right then and there. It was so alluringâHe was so alluring to you.
And he knew it.
âDo you want to tell me why you were really acting weird today?â He asks again, looking down at the tent his hand made under the blanket while he caressed your leg.
You bite your bottom lip, looking at the blanket as well. You could feel the tingling feeling between your legs as his hand touched you farther, as if he had been testing the waters before actually saying anything.
âColbyâŠâ You canât help but pull your legs even closer together, and that alone is all he needed to tell him how you felt. âNot everything needs an explanation. Itâs just⊠complicatedâ
âComplicated, huh?â He hums sarcastically, in a knowing form. You bite your lip as you watch him rub his temple, frustration radiating off of him. âYou know, For the longest time, I tried to let this whole thing go out of respect for you, Y/Nâ He mumbled, his voice low and husky with passion. God, he sounded so hot. Even if he was upset, you just couldnât help yourself. âI always thought it would be you and Samâ He lets out a huffed chuckle, still keeping his eyes on his lap. âBut I want it to be meâ
What?
No. He isnât⊠he doesnât mean what you think, right? Colby Brock isnât confessing his feelings for you, right?
âColby, whatâs wrong with you?â His body tenses when you ask that stupid question. Whatâs wrong with him? Like you didnât know.
âWhatâs wrong with me? What about you?â He finally turns his head to look at you, his drunken, sad and very horny eyes staring lasers into yours. âYou canât seriously sit here and believe yourself when you ask me that questionâ You couldnât think. You didnât even move for awhile because of your lack of words or thoughts for that matter. You wanted to give in, but you were also so terrified of if it wasnât real.
âColby, Iâm not the person you want. Trust me, you will figure that out soon enoughâ He scoffs as you get off the couch, trying to at least relieve some of the tension between the two of you. Colby was so tired of waiting, but you were just too scared.
âHow do you know what I want? Youâve barely spoke to me the past few weeks!â The boy calls after you when your walking away from the couch, his voice only makes you stop. âYouâve been weird for weeks, Y/N. Donât ask me whatâs wrong with me when you canât even tell me how you feelâ
âColby, I donât know how I feel!â You turn around with frustration, staring at the back of his head. He was still sat on the couch, and part of you hoped he stayed thereâbut another part wanted him to go after you. âI havenât just been distant because of you-â
âThatâs such bullshit and you know itâ He stands, turning to look at you. You were far too drunk for this. You could feel the unnecessary tears already filling your eyes, you didnât want to argue with him. âLook me in my eyes and tell me thatâthen Iâll let it goâ
âCan we please just talk about this tomorrow-â
âYou know what I think? I think your just scared of feeling weak. Your scared of letting someone in, Y/N. And the past few weeks weâve been getting closer than before, thatâs why your distant now. Thatâs your biggest weaknessâ Colby scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the couch and slipping it on with ease. You furrow your eyebrows as he walks toward you, and past you.
You grab his arm, âColby, your drunk. Donât go out, Pleaseâ heâs avoiding your eyes but you can see the chisel on his jaw, clenching with what you thought had been anger. âI donât know how to do this, Colby. I⊠I canât even bring myself to say the words I want to say to youâ He tears his arm away from you, snatching his keys from the countertop. No. You couldnât let it end like thatânot when you have so much to say. âOkay, fine!â
âYou want the truth, Colby? For years all I felt for you for you, all in silence because I didnât want to ruin our friendship with Sam and Each other. I watched you with other girls since we were juniors! I couldnât stand you, but yet I also couldnât stand to be without you. Everywhere I go, I always want you with meâand when iâd see you with other girls, it would make me feel stupid, like my feelings meant nothing to you even if you didnât knowâ
âHow was I supposed to tell you that? How was I supposed to tell you that even after everything thatâs happened, I still canât stop loving you!â Your confession slips like words of anger said in an heated argument. Colby still wasnât looking at you, which only made your heart ache even worse. You just poured your heart out to himâcouldnât he at least look at you?
âWhen you got put in the hospital during senior year, I was there every fucking second with you! I cried, Colby! I was a mess for days, and Sam was the one who had to juggle the two of us!â You remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day youâd gotten into a huge argument with Sam about your feelings for Colby. Sam always knew of both your feelings, but he didnât say anything to the other. If you were going to admit, it had to be to each other. âIâm usually so good at hiding how I feel, but Iâm getting so tired of it. The Same repeating cycle I just-â
âWhy didnât you just tell me, Y/N. Why didnât you-â
âAre you serious? After all those talks we had about you not caring for a relationship and not wanting a future with someone? You were practically telling me no! I wanted to tell you but then you started going to parties more and kissing girls and-â
âY/Nâ
âIt hurt me, Colby. Thatâs why I didnât tell you. It would physically hurt my chest to see you kiss another girl after flirting with me for DAYS. You played with my head and I know I played with yours too but-â
âY/N, Iâm-â
âNo matter how hard I try or how many guys I find, thereâs nothing for me. I canât⊠I canât move past you and it fucking sucksâ You hadnât even realized he moved until you were done talking. He was close nowâclose enough to hear his breathing if youâd been quiet enough. Your heart shatters with every passing moment thatâs goes silent. You knew you couldnât be the same after this, so you begged in your mind for him to say something.
Only he didnât say anything, and for a moment you actually thought heâd leave you there alone.
But you two were meant to love each other, Remember?
A silent moan escapes your mouth as he crashes his lips into your own, the sound muffled by his. The kiss is filled with so much passion it could make oneâs heart explode if you werenât too careful, it felt like the two of you had been waiting years to do this.
Which you were.
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After the first kiss, the two of you didnât waste any time. Colby pulled you up, your legs wrapping around him as you continued to make out with the dark haired boy. His large hands cupped your ass, and soon enough you felt your back hit the cold wall. One of your hands were laid on the side of his neck while the other held the back of his hair, tugging on it slightly.
It had only been a few seconds ago you were sitting watching a movieâhow in the hell did you both get here so quick?
He carried you to the couch, sitting down so you could straddle his lap instead of holding yourself up against his waist.
His hands release your ass and move up your back, slipping under your shirt to unclip your bra.
Colby smirks against your lips and removes his hand from your shirt, lifting your chin to pull away from the kiss. âDirty girlâ You hum as his lips attach to your neck, his comment making you all the more wet then you already were. You didnât put a bra onâand Colby seemed to have really liked that you didnât. âYou make such pretty soundsâwish I couldâve heard them soonerâ
You can feel the hardness under you, and the more you grind on him, the more you can feel his grip on you tighten. It didnât hurtâit just turned you on even more.
âColby, Pleaseâ You plead breathlessly. You wanted him to do more then just kiss your neck. You wanted him to take you to his room, to do everything heâd do to someone else. âYou donât have to be gentle with meâ you tug his hair gently, meeting his lust filled eyes. You were desperate for him and you didnât care, youâd waited since junior year to have your way with himâto have him want you.
âIâll leave marks all over you, Y/Nâ he says in a slightly warning tone as if he didnât want to completely destroy you in that moment, but you shake your head, grabbing his hand that slipped to the waistband of your sleeper shorts.
âI just want to feel somethingâ You say in a tone heâd never heard you in before, one that made him want you even worse then before. You slip your hand off his own and place it on his chiseled chest, feeling the crease of his abs all the way down until you reached his belt. You wanted him, you just wanted him to know that. âI want to feel you, Colby. I want youâ
âYou want me to treat you like everyone else?â You hesitate but nod after a few seconds, slipping off his lap to stand to your feet. He stands in front of you, his height making a clear difference above you. His expression hadnât changed yet, he was so hard to read. âI wonât do that, Y/Nâ Before you could say anything, he was already picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist again, crashing his lips back into yours as he made his way to his room.
This man⊠you didnât know how to describe the feeling you had when he kissed you, but it was unlike anything youâd ever felt before. He was so different from everyone else youâd been with, and you didnât know why.
You did. Deep down you knew why he made you feel the way he did. Colby was the only guy you truly wanted. Even when you had a boyfriend, you still wanted him instead.
He drops you onto his bed, removing his black wife beater and throwing it to the side, revealing his tattooed body youâve grown to love looking at. He looked so good in this lighting, and the way his hair fell messy over his foreheadâyou couldnât stop your thoughts from running wild.
âI want you, Y/N. I need to know I have all of youâthat your only for meâ You pick your head up to look at him briefly, fingers playing with the string of his pants. âI wonât treat you like some random slut when your notâ
The feeling of his fingertips brushing against your skin made you shiver, it made you feel as if this mightâve not been real, maybe a dream after all. But after seeing his face and feeling his hand stop just above your waistline, everything felt at ease.
âIâve always been yours, Colby Brockâ That was all he needed to hear, all he needed to give into you.
And soon enough, here you were again, pinned against the bed while Colbyâs hands grip your waist, peppering sweet kisses against your neck. You almost couldn't hold it in.
Your hand slowly found its way to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair as his wandering hands went right under your shorts. You knew what you were doing with the outfit, and it only made him laugh just thinking about it.
âPlease, Colby. I donât want you to hold back⊠I want you to give me all of youâ you were smirking to yourself, biting your nail like this was somewhat funny to you. Colby didnât see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you for anyone else.
âYouâre playing a dangerous game, Y/Nâ He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the beds cloth, closing you between him. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.
âIâm tired of waitingâ The two of you laid there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until He finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he completely explores your body with his hands. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.
âColbyâ You mumble in a breathless moan. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.
âYou are so fucking hot, Jesusâ He groans against your ear, placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin. Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe god, heâd had that dream many, many times before.
âIâve waited so long for thisâ Your breathless under him, gripping his hair between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was bigâhe was so fucking big. It shouldâve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.
âI know you haveâ He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his lips brushing your skin, he wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to. You wanted Colby Brock to let everyone know you were his.
âNothings stopping me from walking out that doorâ You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. âIâll find someone elseâsomeone who hasnât played with me for yearsâ A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed eyes.
âYouâve waited so long I thought? So long your body even reacts when I look at youâ Heâs so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didnât know you had. âThis is what you wanted, huh? All those looks youâd give me after Iâd make out with randomsâyou were so jealous, Sweetheartâ Your ears are perking at his every word but your eyes were filled with annoyance. Colby knew now so why would you hide it? Hide your jealousy? âAll those times, you couldâve just told me you wanted me and I wouldâve given it all to you. Nobody elseâ
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. âThat doesnât matter. I have you nowâ His eyes. Oh god, his eyes were so hungry. At first you didnât know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.
His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didnât know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clothed clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.
He slips your shorts off with ease, along with your black lace underwear, tossing them both to the side.
âFuckâ You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the sheets, not even realizing the boy under you was now fully under you. âS-shit!â Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on him under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didnât. âFucking hell, Colbyâ You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didnât want to seem weak.
But holy shit, this boy knew how to use his tongue.
Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew youâd come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.
âI know your not holding back on me, are you?â His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldnât squirm. Colby was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.
âI can take itâ He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. âC-Colby, let me-â
âNoâ He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You couldâve taken it had you been prepared, but it had been far too long before any guy had done this to you.
âYou taste so fucking good, Y/Nâ His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moanâs increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldnât hold on, your legs were far too weak.
âPlease, pleaseâColby, pleaseâ His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, heâd take his time with you but now? He needed to release all that tension between the two of you from years ago, he knew he couldnât last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. âG-gonna come..!â
Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this boy while your true feelings for each other were unknown. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?
âLet go for me, Pretty girlâ In only seconds, youâre coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Colbyâs still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.
âColby!â You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldnât take it much longer. You had to push him away. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs still, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. âHoly shitâ You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.
He bites his lip, admiring your perfect body that had been on almost full display for him. He leans down when you notice how hard he is, lifting your chin with the hand he hadnât used on you.
You watch through your eyelashes as he sucks his finger clean from your release, biting his lip with a silent chuckle at how lovingly you looked at him. You grab his hand, pulling it closer to you until his other finger was pressed against your lipsâto which you copied his action from before, staring into his dark eyes as you did.
âGood girlâ He knew you liked that. It was so obviousâthe way your legs clench together at his praise. He pulls his hand away and moves it to your neck, pressing a soft but sloppy kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself from him, and God⊠it was so fucking hot.
Your hand feels his body effortlessly until you reach his aching print, a small smile pulling at your lips against him.
âLet meâ You mumble breathlessly, placing your hand over his cock. You could feel how desperate he had been for you, how badly he wanted you in that moment. His hand wraps around your throat firmly, pulling your lips to crash back into his own. He was so rough and impatientâyou loved it.
âI need you. Right here, Right nowâ His voice is deep and makes your skin shiver, the way his hands touch you so delicately but with control. His room was slightly dark, only lit by the strip of LEDâs above his bed frame.
âI want to be yours, Colby. Make me yours, pleaseâ Your words make his and your own stomach twist into knots, he almost felt bad. He waited so long to make the move, afraid he misread the signs, but heâd never admit that. You allow your hands to travel down his bare abs, feeling every chisel between the pads of your fingertips. When you reach his belt, youâre quick to help him tug his pants off, watching him with the most admiration.
âAfter we do this, everything will changeâ He looks at you once more, both of your hands laid on the waistband of his underwear. You lay your free hand on the side of his neck and use the other to touch him lowerâright where he wanted you the entire time.
His breath shutters at your bare touch, something heâs wanted for so long was finally right in front of him. You were all he wanted and he prayed you ensue him just as much.
âI love you, Colby. Thereâs no change in thatâ You tell him truthfully, watching his eyes soften just before you pulled his face down to kiss his lips. Except this kiss had much more
meaningâthe kiss after youâd admit your feelings for one another.
He leans you down, closing you between his large body and his bed, your hand is still pressed into his print, but heâs already slipping his underwear off by the time you can notice.
Fuck. He was going to ruin you.
Your hands cup his face when his tip presses against your entrance, slick coating it by the second. You wanted him for so long, you didnât care if it hurt at first.
You just wanted him.
From the moment he pushed inside of you, the only feeling you could endure was love. He was slow, gentle to help you get used to his size. The boy peppers kisses to your neck as he pushed further, comforting your slightly pained moans that slip from your lips without warning.
âMmmâ You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you werenât prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.
Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt⊠full.
âOh my godâ You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was almost bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open armsâhe couldnât get enough of you. âColbsâŠColbyâ one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the sheet underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.
âStarting to feel good?â He hums while you nod, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. âGod, you feel so goodâ one of his hands travels up your body until it reaches the shirt covering your upper half, just wanting to rip in off of you.
âTake it off, babyâ Your breathless words are too late when heâs already slipping it off your now fully bare body, completely discarding it to the floor next to him. Jesus, you were so perfect.
âYou are so beautiful, Y/Nâ He presses a kiss to your lips before moving down your body, trailing his wet tongue down until he reached your nipple. He couldnât take his eyes off you, the curves of your body⊠you were practically made for him. A shuddered moan escapes your lips when he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, kneading the other with his free hand.
âMmm!â Between the stokes of his hips and the sensations he brought to your skin, you couldnât hold much in. You were sure you were being too loud but the two of you didnât care. It was just you and him, nobody else.
His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. âColby! I canât⊠oh my goshâ Your little voice is projecting off the walls of the empty room but you donât care, only worried about the boy above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks you endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Colby for more. âItâs so good⊠fuck! Youâre so fucking good!â
âLook at you. Such a fucking mess under me. You needed me just as much as I needed youâ He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldnât look away from him. His big eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.
Which he did.
âGonna comeâŠ! Colby, Iâm gonna come!â Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.
âCome for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole neighborhood knows whoâs fucking you this goodâso ever man knows your mineâ You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. âMy dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like thisâ
âIâm coming! Iâmâoh my god I-â Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldnât last much longer. âColbyâŠ!â You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.
âThatâs it, Baby. Good girlâ His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. âMy god, Y/N. So fucking good for meâ
âColby⊠pleaseâJesus-â
âYou can whine all you want, but your body is calling mine for more. You want moreâ You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn white, scratching along his tanned skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. âFuck me? Iâm only giving you what you wantâ You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?
He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before heâs already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. âI was only joking, Pretty boyâ You hum, looking back at his face.
He doesnât say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. âThis is what you wanted? Then fucking take itâ He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldnât even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didnât even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.
âfuck! Right there! Please, Colbyâfuck me right there!â Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. âYouâre so deep⊠so fucking good to me, babyâ He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your skin. Once again, you could feel his sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.
âNobody can fuck you like I can, Pretty girl. Your mine. Youâre all fucking mine, you hear me?â You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. âThatâs it, just like that, my loveâ He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.
âColby, Iâm gonna come⊠oh my godâ You whine into the sheet, feeling the pressure building up fast inside you. Heâs a grunting mess above you so you knew he was close as well, he was only holding out for you. âCome with me. Please, donât hold out on meâ
The snap of his hips slow down the closer he gets, and now your body is flush against his own, rocking back and forth to his pace with his face buried in your neck.
âI fucking love you, Y/N. My girl, come for me and only me, yeah?â You moan at his words, throwing your head back against his chest as his fingers circle your sensitive clit. you couldnât hold it anymore, and neither could he. âIâm right behind youâ
Drunk sex always felt way too good but usually it was faster and much sweatier, this felt far too different. Even if your hips moved fast against his, it still felt like everything had been in slow motion. The way his hands held your delicate body in his embrace as he thrust his hips up to meet your own, how his lips parted in anticipation to kiss yours, Colby was so hungry for youâhis body, was hungry for you.
âColby⊠Colby!â His name rolls off your tongue in a beautiful moan. You can feel his slight hesitance but the eyes you give him are enough to tell him exactly what you wanted. You wanted all of him, just as you said.
âFuckâŠ!â He curses under his breath, your moans filling his ears as you clenched down onto him. He continues to coach you to it, and with one last snap of his hips and circle to your clit, you felt your body release itâs everything onto his. He shushes your loud scream while silencing his own grunts, fingers digging into your hips to pull you close, painting your gummy walls with his white, hot release.
For awhile, All that was heard was your heavy breathing and the sounds of the tv in the other room, and you soon found yourself collapsed next to each other on the bed. Your chests were heaving horribly, and the sweat that drip from your foreheads were now everywhere. You look over at the boy next to you, only to find he had already been looking at you, both of you breathing heavyâlips parted.
It only took a second for one of you to start laughing, and Colby leaned over to kiss you again, this time staying there for the longest he could.
You hum as he pulls away just a tiny bit, still close to your face. Your eyes are shut, relishing in the feeling you had. How do you go on from this? Clearly you two loved each other, but you prayed it wouldnât be weirdâŠ
âCome hereâ He lays his arm out, pulling your body closer to his so you could lay your head against his chest. The room was hot and smelled of pure sex but neither of you complained. You were just happy.
âColbyâŠâ You mumble after awhile in silence, tracing the tattoo on his chest for the 2nd time. He hums in response, the tips of his fingers brushing through your soft hair. You almost feel bad, as if youâre about to ruin the amazing night you hadâbut you had to say it. âWhere do we go from here..?â
Your voice is low and nervous, so focused on the negative that you couldnât even see the obvious answer. Colby made it clear what he wanted. He couldnât go back to normal with youânot after this night.
âI want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. Iâve always wanted thatâ He pushes your hair away from your face, placing his finger under your chin to lift it. âPlease tell me thatâs what you want tooâ
Your eyes soften at his hesitant tone, grabbing the hand that sat under your chin to intertwine your fingers. Of course you wanted that. It was all you ever wanted.
You nod
âSam is going to be so happyâ
Just a little something different đ. See yâall whenever :))
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Capture the Flag
luke castellan x reader
pt 2
A/N: now that i'm writing for other fandoms, feel free to let me know if you only want to be on a hotd taglist. But now, please enjoy the strongest swordsman in camp halfblood
TW: MAJOR SMUT, slight bondage, rough smut, violence, lowkey dark(ish)!luke
word count: 1,699 words
You want Luke Castellanâs head speared on your sword.
Itâs like you spend every minute preparing for capture the flag because of him. He spends every last minute of each game cutting down your teammates and stealing your flag, so now itâs time to change the tactic. You ditch your fatherâs usual battle advice of going for the kill and hope that defence is the best offence for once. You also pray that he will guide your sword anyhow. So there you stand, guarding your flag with two of your most vicious teammates. You dodge the blue teamâs first attack that was supposed to draw you off. You may have a short temper but you arenât stupid. And youâre more than pleased to see the look of surprise on Lukeâs face as he approaches.
âFucking Ares kids.â He grumbles, sword drawn.
âWere you not expecting me, Castellan?â You ask with a vengeful smirk.
He goes right for you. Youâre the biggest threat there but he likes to think youâre not even close to his skill level. You would believe that the man plans to cut you down and then your teammates. He always aims for the glory of it all.
âHowâs your team gonna get our flag if youâre here?â He asks as he makes the first swing. Itâs much better to start off on offence and heâs the one coming at you.
âWho cares. When youâre done, so is your team.â You block him, hating to be on defence but heâs too quick.
âGods, you didnât plan ahead of that? There really isnât anything in that pretty little head of yours, is there? Other than rage of course.â
 Youâre a hothead. He knows it. You know it and it doesnât take much to rile you up. When youâre riled up, you get sloppy. At this point, you donât care if he guts you, you go for the little fuckerâs ankles. Youâre actually surprised when he stumbles from blocking your attack. Itâs a stupid mistake, especially for him. Though, you arenât going to let a chance like this slip by. You keep pushing him back, trying to leave him no chance to think in between swings. He trips over a log behind him, the sword falling from his hand. He has no chance now, not on the ground and you wonât be letting him get up.
âWhoâs the idiot now?âÂ
He looks at you as you approach slowly, taunting him. He then grabs his sword and makes a break for it. Youâre too shocked to even keep him down.
What the fuck.
You donât think youâve ever seen Luke Castellan run from a fight. Not in your 4 years at camp. So you chase after him.
Heâs fast, faster than you but you push yourself. He trails away⊠and away. Then you lose him.Â
âGodsdamnit!â You scream into the woods as you jog around where you last saw him.Â
You know you canât stray for long if youâre not fighting Luke so you turn to make your way back to the flag. Thatâs when he jumps out at you with his sword swinging. You barely have time to block and it puts you off your balance. He swings at you again and again. You fall as you continue to block the merciless strikes. Youâre practically holding your sword in the air and hoping for the best. The best doesnât come as the weapon flies from your hand. He descends on you, straddling your waist as he holds the blade to your throat. Heâs smirking.
âYou donât try nearly hard enough.â He says to you. âI know youâre not very clever but hades, my teammates probably already have the flag over the barrier.âÂ
Thatâs when you realize how easily you were deceived. Luke didnât run from you because you bested him; he ran to draw you off. It was a pathetically simple plan and it worked. The heat rises to your cheeks from humiliation. He grabs your two hands and pins them above your head, his grip gentle but also firm.
âIâll put you in your grave.â You spit out at him.
âWill you now? While I have you essentially restrained?â Heâs clearly amused.
You struggle beneath him with all your force but all you manage to do is roll your hips against him, earning a groan from the man. You feel it too, the burning ache between your thighs. You want him. Worse yet, he wants you.
âLet me up.âÂ
âNo. I think you quite like how I have you pinned to the ground.â He smirks.
âYouâre delusional.â
âYouâre wet.â
He slips a knee between your thighs and rubs it against your clothed pussy. It takes everything in you not to whimper.
âS-Stop.â You stutter out.
âMake me.â He murmurs, continuing to make you grind down on his knee as he leans down and forces you into a hot kiss. You hate how you kiss back, so hungry for him. Your mind is clouded with lust for a moment before you realize the advantage he is giving you. You never technically conceded.
As swiftly as you can, you wrap your free leg around his waist and use your whole strength to throw him off you, startling him enough to free your hands.
âYou bitch.â He groans as you jab him in the stomach to try and give yourself enough time to grab your sword but it doesnât work. He grabs you by the ankle and yanks hard. You slam to the ground right on your stomach. He moves to restrain you by sitting on your thighs so you canât move your legs and holds your hands behind your back. You clearly didnât consider how inevitably stronger he is than you.
âShit.â You whine. His hold isnât nearly as gentle this time.
âThat was a cheap fucking shot.â He says cruelly. Heâs pissed now.
âFuck you. Castellan!â Gods it goes straight to his dick when you call him by his last name. He grips your hair with his free hand and pulls back hard so you have to look at him. You whine again at the sharp pain.
âYou just canât play fair, can you, princess? Maybe I wonât either then.â
 He drops your head and you hear him rustling with something. You realize itâs his belt when you feel the leather against your wrists. Heâs binding you.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â Your voice is full of rage but to him, you just sound petulant.Â
 âWhat you need.â Is his simple answer.
He shifts down so he sits, or rather kneels, with your legs between his. Heâs amused by your renewed writhing as an attempt to escape. It is pitiful really. Oh well, heâll have you writhing for a different reason soon enough.
His fingertips glide across your waist, to your hips and then to your thighs, causing your back to arch upwards slightly, your stomach dipping. He brings his lips down to your ear, his voice is deep and lustful as he says, âYour body seems to know what it wants.â
âIâll kill you.â You promise.
âOh, iâm sure you will. But right now, you fucking belong to me.â He yanks on your hair again so you have to look at him and your eyes water from the pain. âI think you like me hurting you.â His other hand slips between your thighs to rub your clit and you let out a strangled moan. âFor a girl who is so controlling, itâs interesting how badly you enjoy me manhandling you.â
He yanks your pants down and slips your helmet under your hips so your ass stays high in the air with your chest to the ground.
âThis is fucked up.â You say.
âYou love it. Your panties are soaked.â And heâs completely right. Youâve never been so turned on before but not a lot of men are as strong and good-looking as Luke Castellan.
He pulls your panties down and groans at the sight of your dripping pussy. He begins to palm himself through his pants and unzips them. âYou have about three seconds to tell me if you donât actually want this.â
You are silent and he chuckles. âYeah, thatâs what I thought.âÂ
Before you can even prepare yourself or form a thought, his fat cock is shoved inside of you, splitting you open.
âAh, Luke!â You moan at the pain and pleasure.
âGods, this is the tightest little pussy iâve had.â He begins to fuck in and out of you relentlessly, giving you no time to adjust. âYeah, youâre good for me now, baby. Such a good little cocksleeve.â He punctuates his last words with hard thrusts, the head of his cock bullying into you each time.
All you can do is repeat his name like a mantra as you get pounded on the forest floor by the strongest swordsman in camp. Itâs even worse as he begins to rub your clit again, sending you so close to the edge.
âNever gonna have enough of you after this.â Luke murmurs as he feels you squeezing around him. âMy good girl.âÂ
Thatâs what sends you tumbling over the edge, bringing Luke with you as you do. He never couldâve kept going, not with the way your walls were squeezing around him. He pulls out almost instantly so he can watch his cum spill out of you. He doesnât wipe it. He just pulls your panties back on and fixes the both of you up. Youâre thoroughly spent, he can tell by the way you pant as he releases your wrists.
âYou okay?â He asks as he helps you sit up. He grabs your hands so he can kiss the marks on your wrists. After all youâve done, thatâs the act that makes you blush furiously.Â
âUm, yeah.â You breathe out.
âIâll be nicer next time, I promise. Somebody just had to put you in your place first.â He grins wolfishly.
âNext time?âÂ
Thatâs when you hear the horn. The blue team has won again.
He pecks a kiss to your cheek. âTime to claim my kleos.â He says cockily before jogging off to meet his team.
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Sleep well, amour.
Parings: Alastor x reader
Summary: Youâve been very intrested in Alastor ever since you met him. He invites you to see his recording studio, which you accept. Then you ask if you can stay and listen to him host! While listening, you fall asleep. How does he react?
Word count: 2844
Warnings: Ummm not really much? Alastor being Alastor! One mention of not being able to sleep sometimes, mention of seeing people in hell doing dr*gs, k*lling eachother, and fighting, mention of reader having bad social skills (?)
part two
A/N: UM!! this is my first time writing for alastor, so apologies if it isnât the best. Please give me any feedback you want, Iâd love to hear it! Also sorry for any spelling mistakes. I hope you enjoy :â)
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Alastor the radio demon. You know of the things heâs done, you know that people are quite literally terrified of him. But for some reason... you feel a certain way towards him that you canât describe, but itâs surely not fear.
Youâve had a some-what odd admiration of him since you landed in hell, only a few months ago. You got spotted by Charlie when you first got to hell. She noticed you looking around nervously and lost, and put two and two together that you must be new. She very kindly introduced herself which was refreshing because.. well.. itâs hell. Everywhere you looked people were fighting, doing drugs, and even killing each other. You were glad there were kind people even down here.
âHi, you! Uh, you lost?â Charlie smiled you and waved.
âUm yeah! Iâm guessing this is hell, huh?â You awkwardly chuckle. Social skills werenât ever your thing, it seems they havenât got better after you died, either.
âYep! This is hell! You must be new? Iâm Charlie! Charlie Morningstar. Itâs so nice to meet you.â She smiled and stuck out her hand for you to shake.
âNice to meet you, Charlie! My names Y/n.â You politely smiled back and shook her hand.
After that meeting, Charlie showed you to the hotel in which you eagerly accepted to stay at, her being the only sane thing youâve seen down here. It was a pretty nice place, no 5 star hotel like back on earth, but it was something youâre very grateful for. Who knows what wouldâve happened to you if you havenât met her.
While she was showing you around, someone caught your eye. He was a tall man, very polite and respectful looking. He was dressed head to toe in old fashioned attire, with a cane to suit his charming look. He was smiling in a way that made you look at him like he was something you wanted to inspect under a magnifying glass.
He glanced at you and smiled larger, stepping over to you and Charlie.
âMy, my! What do we have here? Charlie! You didnât tell me that weâve got more guests? Itâs a pleasure to meet you, my dear! The names Alastor!â He spoke politely.
His voice was sort of.. Radio-like? You found it soothing.
âHaha yeah! I found them wandering around on the street this morning! Theyâre a newcomer, their name is Y/n.â She spoke back, excited to introduce you.
âY/n! Well, my, my. Thatâs quite a lovely name!â He said. âSay.. do you listen to radio? I host a brilliant radio broadcast thatâll give you some real insight on this place!â He said enthusiastically.
âOh.. haha thank youâ You smile. âI do actually! I love radio shows.â You immediately feel drawn towads him. You cant tell if itâs just the new scenery or what.. but you want to just sit and chat with him for hours.
Alastor perks up at that. âOh you do, do you?â He smiled more.
âYeah! Back when I was.. uhm.. alive, I actually had a whole playlist of them! What do you do your show about?â You ask.
Alastor is delighted to have you take interest in his show. âWell, dear, I do all sorts of things on there! Yes, yes, you think of it and Iâve most probably done it! Most commonly known is the souls I entrap and prison, as I broadcast their screams of horror all over this horrible place and people get to hear the noises of their never-ending torture and demise. But! I also just made a wonderful segment on my motherâs Jambalaya recipe!â He stated.
While part of those sentences gave you chills, you still seemed to take interest in him.
âWell,â you chuckle. âI will certainly check it out!â You smile.
âAh! Wonderful news, my dear.â He said while he twirled his cane.
Charlie was watching you interact with him and noticed how you looked at him, as if admiring. She smile and said, âwell! We better finish the tour.â
She motions for you to follow her and you do, waving Alastor goodbye.
He waves back and yells, âgoodbye, sweetheart! Lovely to have met you.â
After that, you wanted absolutely everything to do with him. Youâve also got to know the other people staying at the hotel. Angel, Vaggie, Husk, Niffty, and Sir Pentious. They were overall kind people. Husk found your interest in Alastor to be no good.
âYeah, no. That, whatever thing you have created in your mind about him, isnât true. Heâs vile, Y/n. Trust me on that.â He grunts.
Angel thought you had some kind of kink towards âscary, creepy men.â Which wasnât true because you didnât even find him scary. You found him charming.
âAh.. Alastor? Fucking sexy weirdo if I do say so myself. Heâs got some reaaal problems but hey, if youâre into that-â You cut him off by saying it wasnât like that & that you donât think anything sexual towards him.
One day, you were talking to Sir Pentious about his âcrushâ on Cherry Bomb. He completely denied it but you could tell from his blush and his nervous demeanour that he was very interested in her.
You were caught off guard when you heard that radio voice coming up from behind you.
âY/n, my dear! I have a question for you.â Alastor came and stood beside you, looking down from where youâre sitting.
âAl! Hey, whatâs up?â You ask, containing your excitement.
Sir Pentious excused himself quickly, seeing one of his âegg boysâ were being played with by Niffty. She isnât one to be gentle.
âSo, I know how youâve been listening to my radio show as of late, and I was wondering if youâd like to see where the magic happens!â He states.
âR-really? Iâd be honoured!â You say, smiling.
âAh! Lovely. Come now, this way.â
You get up and he locks arms with you and chats about his new microphone that he got.
Once you guys arrive, youâre shocked. It looks very professional and comfortable. It suits him heavily. Thereâs a big open window, a desk, some chairs and sofas, a bunch of technical stuff on the desk along with his new mic that you recognize from his descriptions, and a deer coat hanger?
âWow, Alastor. This place is so actually so sick. I love it. And the new microphone suits you!â You say. âThank you for showing me, really.â
Typically, Alastor would never show someone something personal of his, including his studio, but you are an exception. He isnât sure what it is about you but he doesnât seem to hate you as much as he does with anyone else. At first he was weirded out, but now he just embraces it. He also feels protective of you. He doesnât know exactly why youâre even down here. For as far is he can tell, youâre an angel. Always being kind even to those who arenât kind to you, always saying âpleaseâ and âthank you,â all that jazz. Jazz! You even like jazz music, his favourite. He told you that he lived on earth the time jazz music was popular. The 20âs and 30âs. That explains his vocabulary and how he dresses. You just find it more interesting and take time to ask questions about what it was like in that time.
âWhy of course, my dear! If Iâd want to show anyone here, it would be you.â He says, giving you his iconic smile.
You have a thought. âHey, Al? Would it be alright if the next time you do a show, I could stay and listen?â
You hope he doesnât think this is odd.
Alastor raises a brow. âWhy would you want to do that?â He asks.
You panic, thinking you went too far by asking and now heâs going to cut you off or something.
âHa! Kidding, sweetheart! Of course you can. I love when my broadcast is wanted to be listened to. Though I love it as well when they donât want to.â He says.
Youâre relieved, a bit scared, but still relieved.
âSay!â He says. âI was going to make one tonight talking about this silly technology box that thinks he is better than me! You know, expose all his lies and secrets to my listeners, and unwilling listeners. Maybe broadcast it all throughout hell!â He starts laughing manically. Then calms down and stares at you.
âWould you want to stay and listen, hm? I can do it now! I didnât have any plans today going forward and well, getting it out sooner is better than later, I always say.â He asks.
You know heâs talking about Vox when he mentioned the technology box. Him and Vox have a sort of rivalry going on. Though Alastor seems to not care much about him, Vox is sure obsessed. Heâs even gone so far as to making posters about him. Which areee.. not much of a resemblance.
This offer strikes you and you immediately perk up. âYes! Iâd love to.â You say.
You donât think Alastor knows this but whenever youâre struggling to sleep, you put on his radio show and his voice comforts you to sleep. Youâre sure if you told him, he would find it weird.
Little did you know, Alastor already knew. He walked past your room one night and heard static sounds coming from your quarters. He immediately was intrigued and put his ear close to your door to hear his voice. He was surprised, but not weirded out. He found it delightful that you found comfort in his voice. Itâs not everyday someone does. Usually it invokes terror and anxiety on anyone who hears. This was new, and he didnât hate it.
âLovely! Let me get all set up. You can sit wherever you feel the most comfortable!â He says, adjusting his mic and pressing a buttons on his table.
You find a spot and sit down. Feeling honored to even be in the same room as him, let alone HIS room.
âAhem! Welcome ladies and gentlemen-â He goes off into his introduction, before winking at you and starting.
After about 20 minutes, you begin to feel tired and put your head on the side of the wall, still listening but with your eyes closed.
Alastor immediately notices and smirks, knowing how his voice effects you. He continues on and after about another 20 minutes, he finishes up. Youâre asleep, slightly smiling.
He walks over to you and looks down.
âMy, my. You really are an interesting one, arenât you?â He whispers. He smiles more softly than he usually does and looks around to find a purple blanket hanging on his deer coat hanger, and gently places it on you.
He feels his heart fluttering while looking down at you and he immediately shrugs it off.
âMm well, my dear.. I guess you can stay here. Iâll just be over there, transferring my broadcast to the other radios around town.â He says and points to his table.
âSleep well, amour.â He speaks softly.
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