#anyway she totally thought he was showing her the bedroom so they could makeout like the strangers they are in a blizzard

[simgerale]

as the blizzard came to an end, arlie drifted into sleep and thought about how rom-coms are so totally inaccurate...

[spencers-dria]

I have a request

Y/n calling softdom!Spencer Daddy for the first time by accident and he's shoked but gets even more aroused (like season 4 because I can totally see Spencer's shock face)

Fem!reader if you can

🎉150 Follower Celebration Day 2!

Thanks for this fun request I really enjoyed writing this season of Spencer in an atypical role for him. I love the slicked back hair!!! Anyways I started this because I was about to hit 150 but I am now at 170! Y’all rock!!!

What Daddy Didn’t See Coming

Spencer x fem reader

Smut

Content/Trigger Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Soft Dom Spencer, dirty talk, penetrative sex w/o condom, Daddy kink, hair pulling

It was a night with her just like any other, or so I had thought. A night of dinner had turned into movies and cuddling, which turned into a full blown makeout session, which inevitably ended up in the bedroom. This had become a bit of routine, but we tried to act like we didn’t see it coming each time. But I usually knew what to expect.

It was a routine I never grew tired of because she was absolutely radiant, more wonderful every day. I hadn’t felt the need to ever change things up in the bedroom because, well, I was pretty nervous to be quite honest. She was, naturally, a very submissive person. This brought out a surprisingly dominant side of me neither of us expected, but it still felt like unfamiliar territory at times. I felt the burden of keeping our saucy adventures interesting and pleasurable for her without making her uncomfortable.

We never spent much time discussing ways to change things up because both of us always ended up pretty satisfied. Some things had changed along the way more naturally. For example, as my hair grew a bit longer, we found that she got enjoyment out of tugging on it. I got even more enjoyment out of letting her do this, and she was always able to hear that all too easily.

“Take off your clothes for me baby. I want to see that gorgeous body of yours.”

She took pleasure in complying without question, giving me a little show of doing it with a wink and a smirk sent my way. I could hardly contain myself and I hadn’t even touched her bare skin yet. I didn’t think I would ever grow tired of this, of her.

“Such a good girl. You’re so beautiful for me.” I whisper in her ear, dragging my fingers up her sides before palming over her soft breasts. The moans that escaped her mouth as her head fell back, eyes closed, were practically sinful.

I took very little time getting undressed myself, not wanting to deny either of us any longer. I sat with my back against some pillows by the headboard before patting my lap. She knew exactly what to do, scooting over to straddle me before giving me the most innocent eyes in the world, the ones she knew would really get me going. I can’t help myself as I pull her in for an earth shattering kiss, that leaves my head spinning.

Once we both give the go ahead, I lift her hips watching her face closely as she sinks onto my length.

“Good girl. You take me so well. Look how pretty you look on my cock, baby girl.”

It isn’t long before I’m pounding up into her, the room filled with sounds of soaked skin on skin and the melodic mixture of our moans. Her hands tangled in my hair. My fingers working diligently at her most sensitive spot while I leave kisses along her chest. It’s magical. I didn’t think I could possibly be any more turned on by the woman riding me, that is until we spoke again.

“You like that? Does my cock feel good in you baby girl?”

She let out a long, drawn out moan as she answered “Yesss Daddy!”

I couldn’t have stopped the groan that left my throat if I wanted to, or the way my hips involuntarily picked up pace and intensity. I never imagined liking that before this moment, but I thrived off of it. I lived for it. I wanted to hear her call me that again and again and again. Knowing I was the one who made her feel good. I was the one who could take care of her, it was the best feeling I could possibly imagine.

She knew it from my immediate response, she had a new found power over me with one simple word. Daddy. And boy did she put it to use.

“Fuck me harder Daddy, please!”

That didn’t take much convincing. At this point I don’t think I could have possibly gone any harder, any faster. I had really reached my maximum, thank goodness because I was nearing my end.

“Can you be a good girl and come for me baby?”

It didn’t take much longer. Thanks to much restraint, willpower, and holding out on my end, I was able to reach my release with her. I was overcome with pleasure while listening to her moans, feeling her paw at my skin, watching her writhe on top of me, around me. It was glorious.

“I’ve got you. Daddy’s got you sweet girl.”

I whispered sweetly in her ear, rubbing her back and her hair and she came down from a particularly intense high. I could relate.

We both struggled to get words out as we caught our breaths, sweaty foreheads pressed together, eyes closed, savoring the moment.

“Fuck Spence that was-“

“Yeah-“

“So you liked it when I-“

“Hell yes. Please. Say that again next time.”

Then she looked at me, batting her lashes with the deathly sweet and innocent eyes once more before brushing her lips up against my ear.

“Anything for you, Daddy.”

[blessednereid]

Love and Monopoly

 Love and Monopoly

Milton Greasley x Reader, 

Fandom: TVDU/Legacies 

Dialogue Prompts: “Try focusing more on your life and less on mine!” and "You make me feel like I'm not good enough."

Fun Take on Angsty Prompts

Warning: Cursing, Drinking, Kissing, Necking, Mentions of food, brief mentions of blood (bunny blood for vamps), Monopoly

A/N: Someone please open my messages and give me a crash course on how to write a makeout scene I can’t do it, OMFH ಥ‿ಥ

Word Count: 2760

You and Milton Greasley had been dating for 5 years. 

You met during your shared time together at Salvatore Boarding School. You were a witch who helped MG calm down whenever he went into a ripper mode. You had used spells to lower his bloodlust. You even made the bunny blood that the school had fed vampires taste as close to human blood as you could without triggering a negative response. 

 After you all graduated, The Super Squad all rented a house in Mystic Falls, and you were all roommates. The house had 5 bedrooms, one for you and MG, one for Lizzie, one for Josie, one for Hope, and one for Kaleb. However, since Josie and Hope began dating, they had moved into the tribrid's room, so now the empty space was more of a game room. There were board games and consoles in the closet, a pool table, and a regular round glass table surrounded by armchairs where you all could sit and play games. 

Tonight was your bi-weekly game night, and you all had decided to play monopoly. Though it was a unanimous decision, you knew it could take days to finish. You were all very competitive, and none of you would go down without a fight. This is why, to finish faster, you decided to have a team game of monopoly.

On the day of, everyone had started going shopping for the concessions for the event. Trays of assorted cookies, hors-doeuvres, sandwich platters, as well as multiple different fruit juices were bought and set on a foldable table in the game room. 

As you were setting and arranging everything on the table, your wonderful boyfriend came around to help you. 

"Don't worry, love, I got it," you chuckled. "I am much capable of setting a party table on my own."

"C'mon, you make me feel like I'm not good enough to do simple things, babe," he laughed with you, though his words triggered something in your brain.

"Oh yeah?" you quipped. "These are some pictures from the last time you set the table for dinner…"

In the photo, the table linen was frowned up, the forks were out of place, some placements didn't even have certain utensils. The plates were pushed to the center, chairs closer to the edge than the food was.

"Oh..." he giggled lifelessly.

"Now you see why you don't use super speed to set up something like that?"

"I mean, I don't think it's the super speed, darling. I was simply being blinded by your beauty that day."

 Your laugh thundered in the room. "Go away MG, I'm not letting you win today!"

"Aw dammit! Alright, love, I'll let you get back to your project," he stated before he walked out of the room.

--Meanwhile--

"Jo?"

"Yeah, Hope?"

The Saltzman twin had been brushing her hair in the mirror, getting ready for the game night later.

"You look gorgeous, so stop taking out every strand of your hair with this damn brush," Hope stated before yanking the brush out of the younger girls' hand. 

Josie embraced Hope in a warm hug. "Thanks, Hope."

~-~-~

"Alright, everyone. Welcome to 'The Super Squad Bi-Weekly Game Night.' I'm your host, Y/N L/N, and you're watching Disney Channel." All of the friends burst out laughing. "Tough crowd, I see I see. Well, let's move on with the game, shall we?"

"First up introducing, He's the founder, he's the mediator, He is… MILTON GREASLEY!!"

They all clapped and cheered for MG before you moved on.

"Next up, She's the brain, she's the brawn. She is the tribrid, and she's got it going on, Hope Mikaelson!!"

Whoops and cheers echoed throughout the room. 

You continued through all of your friends.

"The realistic, the cynic, the man with raps for days… Kaleb Hawkins!!"

"The sweet, the kind, but she can fuck up your mind, Josie Salvatore!!" 

"She's sarcastic, totally bombastic, Lizzie Saltzman everybody!!"

"And ME! Could you tell I was trying to sound like those game show hosts everybody? No? Well, I was. Anyways young ones-" You wore a giant grin to emphasize the corniness of what you were saying before continuing.

"Alright, I'm dropping the act. It's too hard, jeez!" They all laughed at your antics. "I hope you guys are laughing with me and not at me."

You explained the rules for the game of teams.

“Here’s the way it goes, each player has the same amount of money they would have in a regular game of monopoly. However, every team only has one token, teams must make agreements on all purchases, trades, and decisions. Teams must take turns rolling the dice, and one team member must always be present at the board.” 

“Alright.”

“Sounds easy”

“Let’s play!”

You stared at them dumbfounded. “I memorized and recited all that without stumbling on my words, and all I get is ‘sounds easy’?”

MG stood to comfort you. 

“It’s alright, love,” he said, rubbing your shoulders lightly before pulling away. You scoffed.

“Alright then, let’s play. In this hat, I have slips of paper with all of your names, but first, in this bucket are sticks with numbers that will determine the order of selection. Step forward.”

They all stepped forward and grasped the popsicle sticks prior to stepping away from the bucket. 

"Who has number 1?"

"Oh, I do!" Lizzie stepped forward and drew a slip of paper from the hat.

"Kaleb"

She and Kaleb sat back down at the table. 

"Number 2?" 

Hope stepped forward. 

"MG"

They also went to go sit down beside Lizzie and Kaleb.

"That leaves me and you, Jo," you stated happily. Jo and yourself had one of the best team duos. In school, you two would be partnered up for projects often. With that experience of communication, you were sure to win. 

You joined the rest of your friends at the table. Lizzie and Kaleb named their team, Team Siphon Vamp. Hope and MG had been Team 3 in 2, and you and Josie were the 'Twitches from two different misuses.' 

"Alright, before the token selection, I must announce the prize of the game.

"The winners of the game will receive a dish duty pass for the rest of the week." Cheers louder than before erupted in the room.

"Lettuce commence!" The silence in the room was lethally quiet, and you could quite literally hear crickets. "Get it? Because lettuce sounds like let us?"

"It's ok, babe, let's just play," MG said before pulling you down. You grumped before deciding with Josie on the Penguin. Hope and MG had picked the dog, and Lizzie and Kaleb had chosen the dinosaur. 

You, acting as the banker, dished out the money to all the players, and you commenced the game. 

Lizzie and Kaleb went first. Lizzie rolled the dice, rolled 7, and landed on a chance card, which told her to advance to the nearest railroad, and they bought it. Hope and MG went next.

MG rolled a 5 and landed directly on Team Siphon Vamp's freshly purchased railroad, M100 out of their pocket already.

"Ooooh… MG…. Honey, you're losing money faster than you did when that PS5 came out, babe."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, ok! I'm still gonna kick your ass!"

You were taunting him. "You sure about that, love?"

"Yep!"

"You didn't even try to "kick my ass" last night, darling," you smirked.

Oohs erupted from your friends, and it was evident you knocked his ego down a peg.

At last, it was your team's turn. You and Josie each took one die in your hands and rolled it. You had landed a 6 and a 4, which landed you a visit to jail.

"Look who's losing now! You're literally in jail, babe," Hope teased Josie. 

"Oh, whatever. Focus more on your lives-"

"-And less on ours!" your duo quipped. 

Lizzie protested to this. "Hey hey hey!! That is my twin! Only I get to finish her sentences!"

You all laughed at this but continued your game.

Almost 15 rounds later, and everyone had a fair standing in the game. 

Team Siphon Vamp had had 2 monopolies, on the railroads and on the pink properties. 

Hope and MG had 3 already, the dark blue properties, the brown, and utilities. They also had 2 greens cards, the other being in the hands of you and Josie, as well as 1 red card that was being aimed for by you and Josie, who had the other 2 properties. 

You guys also had monopolies on the yellow and orange properties. If you got the red card of Kentucky Avenue, you would be unstoppable. 

 "Baby," you called out. 

"Yes, love?"

"I'll give you the other green for the red," you and Josie smiled.

"That's not fair babe, you'll own the corner," he protested.

"But the green is worth more. Please?" you pleaded, giving him puppy dog eyes.

Before he could utter another word, Josie spoke. 

"We'll give you M100, and your first landing on any one of our properties will be free of rent."

Hope spoke up. "Sounds good to me!"

"Hell no! You're gonna have to do something way better than that before you fool this genius."

You whined.

"Fine, I'll give you one of my signatures back walks," you leveraged, knowing full well he couldn't resist. "C'mon, baby, I know how much your back has been hurting."

He agreed reluctantly. "Fine, but it better be worth it!"

Team Twitches cheered. 

"Wait, what about us! We'll be demolished, you selfish weirdos." This was true. Lizzie and Kaleb were low on cash, they had rushed too fast to place houses, and now they were paying the price.

"Tough luck!" Hope and Josie chorused.

 Soon, it had been as you all thought.  Kaleb and Lizzie were in debt to Hope and MG. They had landed on Boardwalk Avenue, and it had 3 hotels on it, so they owed them M6000, M6000 they did not have.

Soon, they ended up relinquishing all their properties back to the bank for auction to pay off Hope and MG, gave them the rest of their money, and had to leave the game.

 With 2 full monopolies from Lizzie and Kaleb, along with the last green property they needed, they had successfully turned the game around. Now it was Josie and you who were losing. 

You all decided at this point to split the teams. Each team dividing both the cash and the monopolies equally, and two more pieces were added to the board, on the same spots as their former teammates, and you resumed.

Josie was soon knocked out due to MG within 5 rounds, and Hope was quick to crumble under your might, two turn-loops after that. They joined Lizzie and Kaleb at the pool table. They were now drinking beers since they no longer needed to be sober.

Soon it was just you and MG left in the game. 

MG leaned forward closer to you while you were deciding what to do with your turn.

"You know what you could do, darling?" He whispered provocatively in your ear. "Give in."

You pushed him away. You were not going to lose to MG and his self-righteous ego that night. 

"Shut up."

"Give in, baby. I know you want to."

"Shut up, Milton."

"Hey, Hey, Hey!" He yelled. "No need to get hostile!"

You decided you hadn't wanted to place any more houses, well, you couldn't at the moment. You rolled the dice but were in for a bitter-sweet realization.

You had been ready to pay an M100 luxury tax fee before you realized you landed on Boardwalk, one of the monopolies Hope had let MG keep in the split. MG had only since put 2 more hotels on it, and the price was now M10,000

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"

Soon, your friends rushed over to where you two sat and began cackling, all except Josie, who was still hoping her former teammate would avenge her.

"Babe.."

You began selling your hotels and houses back to the bank, but it still wasn't enough. You sold your properties and gave the rest of your money to MG, but you still owed a few hundred Monopoly dollars. 

"Fuck!"

 He kissed your cheek, much to your dismay, and happily accepted his victory. 

~-~-~

It had been almost 2 weeks, and you were still giving MG the silent treatment. He had been gloating about his win for the entire night, and you were livid.

You knew he didn't deserve it, but you didn't think you deserved to lose either. 

You were staring at the ceiling. You had just woken up, and MG wasn't beside you. 

You had hated those moments. No matter how mad you were at MG,  you hated when you woke up, and he wasn't beside you. 

After all, you guys had been through so much, and you were always worried that he would die abruptly and leave you. Even after the threat was over, you still felt this way.

After a few minutes, MG had come into the room, Kaleb at his side. Kaleb looked bored, and his face said all you needed to know... he didn't want to be there. 

He was carrying a pot of pink hydrangeas in one hand and a pot of coffee in the other. He placed both on the nightstand beside you, disappearing for a short while, before coming back with a giant fruit bouquet in his hands. He set it on the nightstand as well before exiting the room and closing the door.

MG had carried a platter of all your favorite foods. Eggs, just the way you liked them, pancakes, hash browns, and your favorite flavor of yogurt. He had also gone ahead and made a smoothie bowl with your favorite fruits. Berries and banana chips littered the surface of it. 

He placed the platter on the portable desk you had in your room for breakfast and bed and set it down, just above your lap. He then went to the mini-fridge in your room and got all the ingredients he needed to make your coffee just the way you liked it as well as a glass to pour it in.

"I'm sorry for bragging," he apologized. "I know how much you like to win, and it was very insensitive of me." He looked like he wanted to laugh at how ridiculous the reason he was apologizing for was. You turned your eyes away from him and the delicious breakfast he made.

"But baby, I miss you."

He walked over to you. "Please talk to me!"

He started trailing kisses on your forehead, down to your neck, resisting the urge to sink his teeth inside, something you had taught him. He knew exactly how to make you forgive him, and he was using every technique he had learned over the years.

"Please?" He whined, and you could see his pouty eyes without looking. 

He sucked on your collarbone for a while and left a dark mark. Then he moved to the sensitive spot under your ear. 

You moaned slightly, but he could hear it, even without his vampire hearing. 

He pulled away, causing you to frown and whine. 

"MG…" you complained. "That's not fair."

"So you're talking to me now?"

You looked away, you had slipped up, but you told yourself that would be the last time.

You simply ignored him and started to eat your breakfast.

He walked back towards you and began nibbling on your ear.  You threw your head back in pleasure. 

"Look at me, darling." 

He reached his nimble fingers out to your face and trapped your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"I said I'm sorry, and I really, really miss my girlfriend. I made you a nice breakfast, and I've let you pick the movie every night since monopoly. What more do you want?"

You moved the tray of food to the side of you and stared at him indignantly. 

"I wanted my boyfriend to not be an egotistical asshole. I thought I was dating MG the vampire, not Jed the werewolf."

"I'm sorry... What can I do to make it up to you, love?"

"Let me out of that back walk favor?"

He scrunched up his face in horror. "That was part of our deal."

"Technically, you're not even supposed to be able to make outside game deals in monopoly, so you could let me out if you wanted to."

"Fine." 

"Yay! Those hurt. They're so energy draining."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, you can," you smiled.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating James T. Davis

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You first met James when the two of you were young. He was a friend of your older brothers and had; on account of this, spent countless days at your house.

- He relentlessly teased you and; at times, completely infuriated you, but he could also be a sweetheart when he wanted to be. Like the time he’d driven an hour out of his way to pick you up after your date; whom he had told you from the start was an asshat, bailed on you or when he’d tutored you for months on end so that you could pass physics.

- While he oftentimes adamantly denied it, it was obvious that he cared about you; though at first it was in a purely platonic, brotherly way. It was when the two of you were in highschool that that all changed.

- Your brother had graduated the year before leaving both you and his best buddy behind in your crappy highschool. James was in his senior year and you were a sophomore.

- Your brother had asked James to keep an eye on you while he was off at college; not that he really had to since the boy was planning on doing so anyway. Because of that, you and the boy started to hang out more and more which is why you were comfortable shyly admitting that you had a crush on; and a budding romance with, a boy in your class

“Who?” James wrinkled his nose, squinting his eyes as he scanned the parking lot of your highschool, hands stilling inside his backpack where they were once fishing for his car keys.

“Don’t be so obvious!” You whisper yelled and he glanced down at you for a split second before moving his eyes to search for the boy once more. “He’s the one by the red car, the one with the denim jacket.”

“Him?” He’d asked as though it were ridiculous that you liked him.

“Yes him,” you replied defensively. “Why? ...what’s wrong with him?”

“Nah, nah, nothing,” He told you initially though the way he said it betrayed the words. “C’mon, lets go. I can see the drool starting to show and I don’t want to mess up my shoes.”

- That night, James laid in bed, staring at his ceiling, an indescribable feeling washing over him. His mind ran through everything you told him, touching upon this and that and wondering why it all made him so ...angry?

- Sure that was part of it, but there was something else to it, something much more complicated. He glanced at the clock in his bedroom and sighed; it was going to be a long night.

- He took a few days to watch you closer detail and think things through. It was during that time that he came to a realization.

- He wasn’t sure when it all started but he’d begun to find you ...cute, and not in that “oh she’s such a cute little girl” sort of way either, he found you pretty, beautiful even. Perhaps that was part of the reason why it made him so angry to see another boy pursuing you and why it bothered him so much that you seemed to like him back.

- His feelings for you grew more and more, or maybe he was just more perceptive to them now that he knew how he felt about you. Either way, he’d officially fallen for you and had begun to think of ways to ask you out.

- Everything came to a head the day you found out your crush; and the boy who flirted with you, got himself a girlfriend. You felt silly getting upset over it but you couldn’t help it. You felt stupid, you felt like you weren’t good enough for anybody.

- It was enough to make you feel sick, so much so that you weren’t even lying when you went to the nurse to tell her you didn’t feel good. You’d walked home in the middle of the school day after the nurse excused you from class and spent the rest of the afternoon in bed.

- James came to check on you after school, a bit worried that something had happened after you didn’t meet him for a ride home. He let himself into your house, knocking on your bedroom door until you hesitantly and weakly called for him to come in.

- The minute he saw you, he immediately asked what was wrong and refused to let you deny that you weren’t upset until you finally admitted everything. A little ways into your explanation, he’d made himself comfortable on your bed and pulled you into a hug, all but cuddling you as you ranted to him miserably.

- He interrupted you as soon as you began to put yourself down, softly telling you that the kid was an idiot if he chose someone else over you and listing off a bunch of things that made you a “total catch”. You sniffled and laughed as he made a light hearted joke, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you sat in a comfortable silence.

“Hey, y/n?” He asked and you’d replied curiously. “...Did you really like that kid?”

“I don’t know,” You answered truthfully. “I think; more than anything, I liked him because I thought he liked me.”

“...I like you.”

“I know.”

“No y/n, I mean I like you,” he straightened up, letting go of you in the process and turning so that you were facing each other. “Listen, I know that this might come as a surprise to you and that it might be a bit strange but I can’t help it.”

“I know I can be a bit of a jerk sometimes and that I don’t drive a stupid looking Oldsmobile fiesta; how could you look at that thing and still want to get in that guys pants is beyond me.” he shook his head as though he were clearing his thoughts.

“But I do like you, no, I love you. And if you like me, even if it’s just a little bit, then I would appreciate it if you told me so that I can stop feeling so stupid and at least get my ass beat by your brother for a good reason.”

- You should have seen his smile when you admitted that you’d always thought he was kinda cute. He asked if you’d like to go do something with him and you smiled for the first time that day. You spent the next couple of hours driving around town and stopping to do whatever the two of you thought looked fun. You doubt that you could ever have as much fun just mindlessly wandering around with someone as you did with him.

- The two of you shared your first kiss on your third date. You’d gone to a carnival with him and he’d insisted that he could win you the big teddy bear prize that one of the games had had. You didn’t get your hopes up but a small part of you did get a little excited.

- Much to your surprise, he actually won and you were soon the proud owner of a four foot tall stuffed animal.

“Think that earns me a kiss?” He asked teasingly.

- You most certainly did.

- He’s always happy to touch you so don’t expect him to hold back when you’re out in public. He wants his hands on you constantly, usually in an innocent way though he does get an inexplicable urge to smack your ass in public.

- That being said: ass smacks, usually out of nowhere.

- Long hard kisses, especially after not seeing each other for a while or after he’s had a really rough day.

- Slow makeout sessions. He likes savoring the time he spends with your lips pressed against his, his hands wandering and the world around you disappearing.

- Hand kisses. Whenever you grab his, he’ll pull your connected hands up to his face and press a kiss to the back of yours.

- Long hugs.

- Ruffling each other’s hair.

- Soft punches and play wrestling.

- Dancing to records together.

- He’s got a thing for brunch. The two of you go out; at least, every week and get it together.

- Tons of nicknames, namely sweetheart and angel; he’s particularly fond of those.

- Private Joker, obviously he’s a pretty funny guy. He always seems to know how to make you laugh or smile. And he loves hearing you laugh, it’s like music to his ears.

- He leans his head on your shoulder whenever you’re sitting together. It’s sort of funny since; considering his height, he needs to bend completely out of shape or sit a good foot away from you to do so.

- Lazy mornings spent in bed. He always wakes up really early but usually just glances at the clock and groans, cuddling closer into you as he falls back asleep. He definitely spent like a full three days just sleeping after he got back from Vietnam, only taking breaks to eat, go to the bathroom, and give you a kiss.

- He refuses to sleep on his back once he gets home from the war. He cuddles close to you, wrapping himself around you like he’s giving you a bear hug in his sleep. Every now and again his arms will tighten around you the slightest bit more or he’ll wake up with a start, nuzzling closer as he tries to steady his breathing.

- Comforting him after nightmares. Sometimes you’ll just sit and stay awake with him for the whole night because he doesn’t want to go back to sleep. He insists that you don’t have to but you wouldn’t feel right just leaving him by himself like that.

- He doesn’t talk a whole lot about the time that he spent in Vietnam or recruitment camp but he does tell you about Cowboy and some of the sights that he saw.

- He most likely brought you back something when he was discharged; maybe some pressed flowers or coins, a knickknack, something like that.

“Either my eyes are going or you’ve gotten even more beautiful since the last time I saw you.”

- He moans over your cooking. He’s had to eat shitty MRE meals everyday for months so anything else is a blessing to him.

- Clingy boy, especially after he got back. He didn’t have the company of a decent woman for a long time so he feels like he has to make up for it, although, even before he left for war, he was still a touchy, needy little shit.

- Sometimes, he likes to act like he’s some big tough army guy; a trained killer and all that jazz, but he’s actually just a huge softie, especially when it comes to you. You can baby and tease him all you want and half the time he’ll just lay down and take it contentedly.

- Anytime you ask him those embarrassing coupley questions, he always replies with a shy “I am” and an uncontrollable smile.

- He likes when you put your hand on the side of his face. Feeling your touch; so soft and warm against his own skin, always makes him feel content.

- He likes going out and doing things for dates. Amusement park and carnival visits, bowling, mini golf, roller skating, going to the movies. He’s fine with sitting alone, and on some days he prefers it, but generally, he likes adventures.

- Watching westerns together.

- He’s always there to help you when you need it and he’s always the sweetest about it too. He never belittles you for what you don’t know, he just shows you how to do it/explains it and praises you when you learn.

- He likes helping you get ready in the morning/night: brushing your hair, helping you put on your coat, etc. He knows you don’t need him to but sometimes he needs it, the monotony and closeness of it calms and soothes him.

- So many compliments. You get; at least, one a day from him. R.I.P. your ears when he catches you feeling insecure, he’s going to list every single thing that he loves about you until your ego is so inflated that you could pop at any minute. 

- Looking over his writing for him. I’m convinced he got a job in journalism. 

- Exchanging letters when he’s active duty. He; quite literally, kisses them whenever they arrive, a big smile plastered across his face.

- He carried a photo and/or wore something of yours; like a ring or bracelet, wherever he went while he was deployed. It helped him to not feel too homesick and remind him of all the good things he has waiting for him at the end of the line, specifically you.

- You may or may not be the star of his erect nipple wet dreams and great homecoming fuck fantasies.

- He enjoys annoying you, but in an endearing way. Goofily attacking your neck with his lips as you squeal and push him away, messing with your hair, talking about stuff he knows you dislike (like insects or gore). He likes getting a rise out of you.

- There’s no way he got out of the war unscathed and without any lingering trauma. I’m sure he gets his fair share of nightmares and days where he’s far worse for wear; both from his time spent in combat and his final day at the recruitment camp.

- For a long while, he didn’t know if he was gonna last until thirty so he’s thankful for everyday he gets to spend with you.

- He’ll occasionally get jealous for real but mainly, he finds people being attracted to you amusing; because he has you and they don’t. He’s so smug about it too, pulling you into a kiss right in front of them and giving them an arrogant smile once you break apart.

- Overprotective. He’s lost a lot of people that he’s cared about so he never wants to drag you into anything dangerous or see you; potentially, get hurt in any way. So, while some of the things he disapproves certainly won’t kill you, you can sort of understand where he’s coming from.

- Having to hold him back from fighting people; he can be a bit of a hothead at times. As stressful as it can be, you can’t say that it isn’t attractive when he bites his lip and breathes all heavy.

- The two of you don’t fight very often; he can never stay mad at you. He’ll try to give you the silent treatment but it isn’t long before he caves and talks to you. If the two of you get really riled up, he has a tendency to smash his lips to yours and release all his pent up frustration in other ways.

- Depending on the situation, he’ll be a bit reluctant to apologize but will at some point, usually when he can’t stand not talking to you anymore. Although, sometimes neither of you will apologize; especially if you use an ...alternative method to release your frustration.

- He says he loves you all the time, mainly because he values you above everything else and never wants you to doubt that he does. Even though he tends to say the words with a lingering, joking tone, you still know that he means them from the way that he looks at you.

- He’s had a bit of time to think about what he wants to do with his life and you’ve been a doll: loyal, loving, caring. He can’t wait to marry and start a family with you. He can’t think of anyone better to spend the rest of his life with.

[laulink]

Monochrome idea (slightly canon divergent at the beginning, then VERY canon divergent as we progress into the thing because basically Watts doesn’t do shit after Jacques’s election so our girls don’t have to deal with that) :

Weiss and Blake are in the Schnee family mansion because boring meeting with Jacques and Ironwood or whatever and they’re walking down one of the many hallways, looking at the portraits and all that. Weiss casually mentions how Jacques has cameras in every hallway for “security reasons” (but he actually just always wanted to know where his children were and what they were doing) and will surely make snide remarks when they come back if they so much as breath the wrong way. This gives Blake an idea.

She takes Weiss’ hand to make her stop walking, then when Weiss turns to look at her Blake goes into full seduction mode with bedroom eyes, low voice, making sure to accentuate the sway of her hips with every step she takes to get closer to Weiss and when she’s close enough, like 2cm away from Weiss’ face, she asks :

“So... how about we give him a real reason to get angry ?”

And Weiss catches on immediately and goes into full seduction mode right back at Blake, leaning into her, standing on her tip toes to get closer to Blake’s face, winding her arms loosely around Blake’s neck and lowering her voice too to ask “Oh ? And what exactly did you have in mind ?” and Blake understands it’s her green light to go further so she (gently) pushes Weiss against a wall, right in front of one of the cameras she noticed earlier, and presses closer to Weiss, one leg between Weiss’ and her hands wandering from Weiss’ waist to her hips.

Now that could have been enough to make Jacques angry, but why stop there, huh ? So, after getting Weiss’ mumured consent, Blake kisses her and one kiss soon becomes two, then three, then turns into a full-on makeout session.

By this point neither of the girls are really thinking anymore and Blake’s hands go down to Weiss’ thighs, eliciting a muffled moan from her, which only encourages Blake to do more. So Blake picks Weiss up, Weiss’ back still against the wall and her legs now circling Blake’s waist. They break apart to catch their breath, but Blake uses the opportunity to bring a hand to the clip of Weiss’ jacket, undo it and start kissing Weiss’ throat, making Weiss moan and hug her closer.

“You ok with me leaving marks ?

- Go wild.”

So Blake starts kissing harder and sucking on the porcelain skin, making Weiss tremble against her. Weiss starts gently scratching the base of Blake’s cat ears to see what it’ll do, which earns her a moan and a bite. Once Blake is satisfied with the string of love bites and hickeys on Weiss’ throat, she goes back up to her lips to kiss Weiss again (this is starting to get addicting), then goes down Weiss’ jaw and the other side her throat to mark it as well. But, as Blake does so, Weiss’ eyes wander off to the other side of the hallway, where she sees-

“ Yang ?”

Blake didn’t really hear Weiss, too focused on her task, and Yang starts running so Weiss has to tell Blake to stop and push her back while also calling out to Yang and asking her to wait and Blake finally gets it and is like “Oh Shit”. Both her and Weiss start running after Yang and they catch up to her in the gardens. They explain that it was all to anger Jacques, but Yang is still hurt and doesn’t want to listen to them (and ok, fair, she has a pretty big crush on Blake and thought that maybe her feelings were returned so obviously she’s hurt, this hurts as hell) so she tries to get away, but Weiss tries to hold her back, look her in the eyes to explain some more and say they’re sorry and Yang just can’t take it so she swings her (right) arm to get Weiss away from her and hits Weiss. Hard. Blake cries out, scared for Weiss, and runs to her side, 3m away from Yang because her hit was just that hard and Yang is still angry, but she also feels guilty and terrible and sorry and sad and she doesn’t know how to say all that, but Weiss looks ok, she says she’s ok when Blake asks, so Yang just books it because she can’t take all these feelings.

When everyone goes back to the car (Jacques hasn’t said a thing to Weiss and Blake, probably hasn’t seen the video yet), Yang sits as far away from Weiss and Blake as she can, all of team JNPR between them, and refuses to look at either of them. No one says a thing when Nora asks about the marks on Weiss’ neck and the rest of the car ride is deadly silent.

The next day they have to choose their next mission and Yang doesn’t even really look at the board, she takes the first mission she sees, grabs Ruby and goes. Weiss and Blake, who weren’t able to talk to her at all, decide to give her some more time and take another mission together.

The mission was supposed to be basic intel gathering, but they learn that the arms dealer they were supposed to learn more about would make a big deal at a fancy party held in the next hour or so, which meant no time to call for backup or organise an operation, so Weiss and Blake decide to get there and stop the trafficking themselves. They ambush two party-goers, steal their clothes and get changed, Blake in a white suit with a black button-down shirt and black shoes and Weiss in a blue dress with a cut on the right side to show off her right leg and her hair let down to go better with the style of the dress and when they see each other they’re just like “Holy Shit” because honestly, they’re both hella sexy.

The party involves dancing, so they dance to give them a reason to move around the room and listen to the conversations to find out where the arms dealer is. Blake isn’t so good at first, but Weiss moves her hips against Blake’s to guide her, forcing the two to stay very close, and Blake is just like “Holy Fucking Shit, the prettiest woman in existence is in MY ARMS and we’re DANCING and oh Gods she smells so nice and- SHIT, Belladonna, don’t be a CREEPER” but honestly, who can blame her, huh ? Certainly not Weiss because she’s basically in the same state, if not worse, about Blake’s strong arms and how good she looks in a suit and- oh shit she’s gay.

Anyway they find the arms dealer and manage to take him down with nothing but the weapons they had at their disposal, which means furniture, broken wine bottles and a dagger- wait, a DAGGER ?! Yeah, Weiss had a dagger strapped to her thigh, just out of view even with the cut in her dress, and Blake thinks it's very sexy of her. Especially when she notices that said cut in Weiss’ dress is even bigger now after the fight and “Oh Gods damn it THESE LEGS” and Blake had never been so aware of how GAY she is. The dude she’s putting handcuffs on until the police arrives whistles at the sight and Blake just DECKS HIM and he’s out until the cops throw him in the truck.

In the meantime, Yang’s and Ruby’s mission is over, so they’re back at Atlas Academy and Yang is just... punching training dummies in the training room, Ruby and Penny watching her from the side when Winter walks in and asks if everything’s ok.

“She’s just angry because she had a pretty big crush on Blake but she saw her and Weiss making out the other day to piss your dad off.

- RUBY, you didn’t have to TELL HER.

- ... Oh. I see. Uhm... Well then, would you like to spar with me instead of just punching these things ? I find that a real fight is usually better for the nerves than punching dummies. Also I want to see what my sister’s teammates are capable of.”

And so Yang takes Winter up on her offer both as a way to let stress out and because, well, if Winter wants to see what Yang can do, Yang WILL show her. But Winter is much stronger than Yang anticipated and the fight, consequently, much harder. By the end of it, there’s no clear winner and both women are out of breath. They sit down together to drink some water and compliment each other’s fighting style and moves. Yang realises she does feel better and turn to Winter to thank her, but stops at the view : Winter taking off her tie, opening up the first two buttons of her collar and letting her hair out of her bun, shaking her head to get the hair to fall down in waves past her shoulders. Yang is like :

“Oh My God. If I didn’t know I was gay before.”

And then Winter looks at her and smiles and Yang’s heart skips a bit and she feels her cheeks heat up from something other than the heat of the fight.

“It’s been a while since I fought like that. We should do it again sometime.

- Huh... Y-yeah, sure, I mean, of course, it would be, uh, it would be my pleasure- I MEAN-”

Winter chuckles and “Oh Fucking Shit how can someone’s laugh be SO DAMN CUTE ?!” and tells Yang she gotta go but they could talk more later and Yang can just nod while she tries not to scream in gay.

Penny and Ruby are still on the side, watching, and Ruby is trying so hard not to laugh and Penny doesn’t really get what’s going on.

“Ruby, why are you shaking ?

- I think Yang’s broken heart is healed.

- Well, that’s great !

- I also think these two are gonna get A LOT closer in the next few days.

- I’m glad ! I think they’d get along well.”

And Penny just lays her head on Ruby’s shoulder while smiling, happy that everything seems to get better, and Ruby stops laughing IMMEDIATELY because “Oh Gods her head is on my shoulder, gotta stay still, gotta stay still so she’s comfortable, oh my Gods-” and Ruby suddenly feels a little more sorry for her gay mess of a sister because she is ALSO a total gay mess when Penny’s around.

When Weiss and Blake finally come back Yang decides to talk to Blake at last and they both explain their feelings and apologise and promise to be the best friends they can be from now on.

Then they hear Weiss calling for them and when they turn, she’s standing next to Winter, both still with their hair down, Weiss back in her usual attire but without the jacket and only one belt around her waist and Winter still didn’t button up her shirt or put her tie back on.

“Everyone’s waiting for us to start eating. Are you coming ?

- Uhm... Yeah, sure, just, huh, in a minute.

- Ok, don’t take too long.”

Both sisters leave, Blake and Yang look at each other and they just go :

“The Schnee sisters, am I right ?”

And share a moment of gay understanding.

[cnc-woah]

Come & Go

Author’s Note: I don’t actually write fic but this joke is from an ill-planned groupchat text and it inspired this monstrosity. The concept of this had me rolling and I needed you all to laugh with me. This is so bad but like that’s the point please don’t take this seriously omg. We just have so much good fic that I felt we needed this piece and this concept to balance it out.

What happens when the romantic night with CNCO doesn’t go as planned?

Chris:    • You two meet in a club because of course you do    • You get handsy in the club and makeout in the backseat of your Lyft back to his hotel    • It’s clumsy and kind of slobbery but you figure that’s just due to the alcohol in your systems    • What you’re really here for is the main event    • So after getting up to his hotel room, Chris immediately strips butt ass naked.    • No romance, no stripping you down, nothing.    • But like it’s fine because you’re a big girl and can undress yourself.    • You undress and he’s all over you. The wet kisses are way hotter when they’re peppered all over your chest.    • Too bad that only last for a second before he’s ready to get on with it.    • His impatient little ass is forgoing foreplay all together.    • So you’re not as… ahem… comfortable as you could be. But it’s okay, because you think Chris is really cute and you want this!    • Except then the slobbery kisses begin all over your face. And the hotel room’s air conditioning kicks on. And Chris is all sweaty and dripping on you but to be honest you’re just cold.

   • Luckily (in this situation) he’s fast, so you don’t even have time to consider if you want to stop things mid-way (even though that’s totally fine consent can be revoked at any time kids!!)    • He rolls over and looks at you with a big, sweaty smile on his face.    • And you kind of grimace are like “hehe yeah that was great but my friends are going to worry about me so I have to go!”    • And you throw your dress back on, grab your heels and purse, and dash out the door. And Chris in his infinite glory calls out goodbye, just kind of shrugs at your strange exit, and rolls over and falls asleep.

Richard    • You’ve been talking for a while when he tells you about his daughter. Her name is Aaliyah, and after seeing pictures of her you totally agree with Richard that she’s the cutest girl in the world.    • You plan on going over and spending the weekend at his house because none of his family is visiting him and Aaliyah is with her mom.    • You’re gonna play house (and run around naked) and have a great time.    • So you go over after you’re done with work on Friday, weekend bag in hand and legs freshly shaved.    • It’s 10pm and you’re watching Netflix, and just starting to get to the “chill” part when Richard’s phone rings. It’s Yocelyn calling to see if Richard can take Aaliyah, just this once. Her friend got in a car accident and needs her at the hospital.    • And Richard loves his daughter more than anything in the world and still respects Yocelyn, so of course he says yes.    • So you stay at the house while he goes and grabs her. You’ve never met her before, and are really nervous (even though she’s only a toddler. She could still hate you).    • But when Richard carries her in from the car, she’s already asleep, so he puts her straight to bed in her room.    • And despite this interruption, you’re both definitely still down to get it on. So you both make your way to his room, and you’re almost completely naked on his bed when you hear a cry from Aaliyah’s room. After waking up in the middle of the night and not knowing where she is, she’s freaked out.    • So like the amazing dad he is, Richard runs to go comfort her. You hear her continue to cry even after Richard tries to put her back to bed, and you figure that this isn’t going anywhere tonight.    • As you’re putting on your pajamas, Richard sticks his head through the door and asks if you’d be okay if Richard slept in Aaliyah’s room tonight. And of course you say yes (plus it’s actually really attractive to see Richard in Full Dad Mode).    • The next morning you wake up to the smell of bacon, eggs, and fried plantains. You make your way downstairs to find Richard cooking and dancing to music while Aaliyah dances along to the music in the kitchen.    • The three of you have a great breakfast together, and it turns out Aaliyah likes you just fine. So maybe this weekend is a little more realistic than you thought it would be, but seeing Richard so happy to be with his kid makes it all worth it.    • Until that night, when you try to get it on again. You make it farther this time, when you hear cries from Aaliyah’s room again. Richard hops up to go check on her while you wait. After 5 minutes, he comes back. Aaliyah apparently had a nightmare and just needed to be told it was okay.    • So you get back to it…only to be interrupted 10 minutes later by more cries. This time Richard is a little more reluctant to leave, but he gets up anyway. You lay on the bed, head looking up towards the heavens wondering if this is actually going to happen.    • But a couple minutes later, Richard walks in, assuring you that “Yes mi amor, she is actually asleep this time.”    • Cue getting it on. Again. And you’re having a great time, hearing Richard moan in your ear.    • In fact, you’re both so caught up in each other that you don’t even notice Richard’s door creak open, or the little feet padding into the room.    • Until Aaliyah’s cries “Papá?”    • You gasp and scramble to pull the sheets up over yourself. Richard is off you faster than lightening, feeling around on the floor for his long-forgotten pajama bottoms. Ripping them up his legs, he goes to the door to assure Aaliyah that she’s fine as he brings her back to her room.    • You sit in shock. Did Richard’s kid really just walk in on you fucking? Apparently.    • Even though she’s still so little, you’re mortified. After you’re sure they’re not coming back, you slip out of the bed with the sheets still wrapped around you, grab your pajamas off the bedroom floor, and slip into the bathroom.    • You quickly get dressed, and then attempt to give yourself a pep talk in the mirror. It super doesn’t work.    • So you sneak very quietly back to Richard’s bedroom to find him still gone. He’s so embarrassed that he’s decided to crash in Aaliyah’s room again tonight.    • You barely get any sleep that night, replaying the horrible scene over and over again.    • The next morning you smell breakfast cooking again, but before going downstairs to the kitchen you pack up your weekend bag. Peeking your head into the kitchen, you see Richard and Aaliyah. You are still too worked up to eat, ESPECIALLY around the toddler, so you say a quick “Bye Richard, talk to you later!” and dash out the door.

Erick    • Unlike Zabdiel, Erick doesn’t have a thing, per say, for older women. And it’s not like you’re even that much older than him. Three years shouldn’t mean anything; you’re both adults, right?    • Right. So after your third date, he invites you back to his place.    • And you know where this is headed. Third date. His apartment. All clues point in one direction.    • He pours you both a glass of red wine. To be honest, he’s never really had wine outside of church before, but he figures it will make him seem more mature. And you hate red wine. You’re a Moscato-only kind of gal.    • But it’s fine. You both chat and sip your wine, trying not to cringe at the fact it tastes like feet.    • Eventually, Erick hits you with the old “Do you want to see my room?” Which you haven’t heard since guys in high school thought it was sneaky, but it’s all good, because yes, you DO in fact want to see his bedroom. And him in his bedroom. Naked. With you.    • So he shows you his bedroom, and makes extra sure to mention that his comforter is very soft. And of course you should come feel it for yourself.    • You come feel the comforter, being very dramatic as you pretend to be shocked by it’s luxury.    • But you’ve had enough of waiting, so giggling you pull him down with you onto the bed. And he giggles nervously too, but he’s been waiting for this all night. And it’s a little clumsy, but good.    • Until Erick starts to worry. Three years isn’t that big of a difference, but you might have way more experience in this department. Not that he’s a virgin (he isn’t), but he hasn’t known you for that long.    • So he starts to try to impress you. He tries to take off his jean jacket with a flourish, but just ends up hitting you in the nose. And he tries to take your bra off with one hand, but fails miserably.    • You’re not too concerned, his desire to please you is cute. Mostly. Actually, it’s a little annoying. But you whisper “Calmate cariño” in his ear to try and assure him that he’s doing just fine.    • And he’s thankful for that, but he wants to prove to you that he knows what he’s doing. That he’s a man (or whatever).    • So he tells you to turn onto your stomach. You have high hopes for where this is going until…    • He spanks you???    • Now it’s not that you’re not into that, but the combination of the unexpectedness of it and the fact that he hit you way too hard made you yelp.    • You look back at him and sit up and all but shout, “What the hell, Erick?”    • “Que?” He asks. “I thought you’d be into it!”    • “Maybe! But we have to talk about that first! You can’t just hit someone and not ask if it’s okay first!” You hiss back.    • “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He repeats, but you’re already getting up off the bed and putting your clothes back on. “Please don’t be mad!” he begs. And you’re not, not really, but the mood has been ruined.    • You kiss his cheek and whisper “Call me tomorrow” on your way out.    • Which makes him feel better, but so incredibly embarrassed.

Zabdiel    • Zabdi is your teddy bear of a boyfriend. And despite being sweet and cuddly, he also just happens to be stupid hot. His cheekbones, his hair, his steely stare: it all adds up to the perfect man.    • He is the hottest when he dances. He’s so fluid, and his hip rolls have you imagining filthy things.    • So after his show, you can’t wait to get your hands on him. The boys were on fire tonight, and you want to celebrate.    • After most shows, the boys are buzzing with excitement. The high you get from performing in front of thousands of people is like no other.    • But the reason the performance was so stellar tonight was because the boys really gave it their all. The dancing, the vocals, the crowd’s energy- it all swirled together to make an amazing experience.    • The downside is that coming down from that is exhausting. After exiting the stage, the boys go straight to their dressing rooms to shower. You wait excitedly in the big black car that will take you and Zabdi back to the hotel.    • As he climbs in, you scooch over to sit in the middle to be closer to him. You start to kiss his neck, but he puts his arm around you and turns his head towards the window. You take the hint, and lay patiently by his side.    • After getting up to the hotel room, you start to kiss him again. “I don’t know mi amor, I’m feeling pretty tired tonight,” he yawns and you stretch up to kiss the spot where his neck and his jaw meet.    • He laughs a little at the sensation, then starts to moan when you bite and lick the spot.    • “Or maybe I’m good,” he sighs, kissing you as you lay down together.    • “Don’t worry about a thing,” you whisper, rolling him on to his back and straddling his hips, “Let me do all the work.”    • You’re grinding on top of him, leaning down to kiss his neck when you start to feel like you could maybe cum just by riding his thigh (something we all know this man loves)    • So you start to grind harder, burying your head in his neck when you start to feel the pressure building up. You keep grinding into him as you moan “Ah, Zabdi-“    • Except instead of being met with seductive whispers, you’re met with a snore in response.    • You stop immediately and look up at his face. He’s out cold.    • You stare for a moment in disbelief. Did this man really just pass out in the middle of sex?    • When he doesn’t open his eyes, you resign yourself to the sad fact that yes that did really just happen and no you’re not in a movie.    • You gently get up off him as to not wake him, and get changed into something legitimately more comfortable.    • He looks so cute when he sleeps, but you feel kind of embarrassed and insecure at the fact that you were so boring you made him fall asleep.    • (Don’t worry, Zabdiel is 1000% more embarrassed that he let it happen. But he makes it up to you in the morning)

Joel    • You two met through a mutual friend, and are into a lot of the same stuff. You’re both really into Star Wars, and could debate for hours as to what Hogwarts house you’d be in.    • So when the time finally comes that you ask him to stay over, you feel 100% comfortable with having him. But… Joel doesn’t seem that excited? When you asked, he seemed to get paler, and he stuttered out his “Oh..uh..yeah that.. sounds great!” in response.    • “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you say, genuinely offering him an out. “I’m not trying to make you do anything you don’t want to.”    • “No, no, I want to!” he says, rushing to kiss you to assure you he’s good.    • But when the time comes, he doesn’t seem to be able to…uh… stand at attention.    • “Am I doing something wrong?” you ask.    • Joel gets red, and you can tell something is up. You demand that he tells you what’s going on. You do care about him after all.    • It turns out he just has a kink. A very specific kink.    • He wants you to call him Luke Skywalker.    • You cough a little when he tells you. You love Star Wars too, but this seems like a little much.    • But he’s asking so sweetly, and he really is hot, so you say yes.    • And to be honest, you’re kind of into it. That is until he calls you “Princess Leia.”    • “I’m good with my name, actually.” You nervously giggle. “Are you sure, Leia” he growls in your ear.    • And yeah no you’re sure. But he can’t help but moan “Leia” instead of your name as he works his way down your body. The first time he does it, you think maybe you misheard him. But after the third or fourth time, you realize this boy is a little more into the movies than you.    • Luckily, it’s at that moment that your phone rings. He stops, and you grab at the nightstand for your phone.    • It turns out that it’s just a telemarketer, but you don’t tell Joel that.    • You tell him it’s your mom, and she really need you.    • Yeah no it’s totally an emergency.    • Yeah you really do have to go now, bye!    • You’ll call him for sure!    • You don’t.

this is so so bad but this is for you @damnthoseyes @girlbabyvelez