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leahsgirl · 9 months ago

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homemade love | leah williamson x reader

why am i getting attached to a fake scenario i made up in my head i need help.

anyways happy valentine��s day & enjoy this blurb of pure fluff !

"do you want mamma to pour the flour or is wren doing it?" the blonde asked the nearly three year old next to her as she made sure to get the measurements right.

"wren do it!" taking the measuring cup that leah held out for her she dumped the contents in the bowl, being a little off target and some ending up on the counter instead. "good job beautiful."

leah had decided to surprise you, her fiancé, with breakfast in bed. it was valentines day after all and she loved to treat you in any way possible. she roped your daughter in of course, jumping at any opportunity to have the extra bonding time with her mini-me.

today was one of the rare instances where leah was actually awake before you considering it was often you having to pull the defender out of bed which was not an easy task could you just say.

"okay crack an egg into the mixture." she read from the cookbook open in front of her. "watch these skills kiddo." leah smirked as she took the egg and attempted to break it with one hand only for her to fail miserably and have the shell fall into the batter. wren giggled "silly mamma."

"shh don't tell anyone." she picked out the unwanted bits and booped her toddler's nose, leaving a flour mark on it.

eventually the pair finished the pancake mix after a quick flour fight and leah poured the mixture into the pan, flipping it with ease much to wrens amusement shown by her excited claps.

the skipper plated them up and let wren take control of the cream "okay! that's enough darlin." grabbing the bottle off of her after seeing what was practically a mountain of the whipped substance. finishing off the meal with a few strawberries and blueberries leah moved it all onto a tray.

"lets take this to mummy shall we?"

you stirred in your sleep as you felt a weight press onto your stomach. "mummy! mummy! wake up." the infant babbled as she continued to climb all over you.

"morning bubba." you gave her a weak smile while adjusting to the light coming through the window. "i made you bekfast!"

“oo did you now?”

"i'd say it was more a joint effort but i suppose she was the better chef." you looked up to see leah stood there with a goofy smile on her face holding a tray just above her waist.

"happy valentine's day baby." she placed the food down onto your lap, bending down and planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

"oh my, thank you guys." your heart swelled at the gesture - just picturing the behind the scenes you wished you were awake to see. "eat it?" wren who had now cuddled into your side looked up expectantly.

"hm i think wrenny should have first taste, considering she did make it after all." cutting a triangular piece out the stack you fed it to the young girl watching as her eyes lit up from the taste of sugar. "is it good?"

wren nodded vigorously and gave a thumbs up making both you and leah chuckle. you had to admit, they were good pancakes, almost too good considering leah's cooking history, she was by far not the designated chef of the family.

"wait hang on i forgot your present." leah suddenly realised as she dashed out of the room.

you look quizzically at your toddler "what's she got up her sleeve now?" only getting a shrug in return.

your fiancé now came back with her guitar she had been learning to play for a couple of months in her hand. "may i present to you ‘you are in love’ leah williamson version."

you couldn't help but laugh when you figured out what she was about to do. playing the chords to the song she began singing looking directly at you the whole time.

''cause you can hear it in the silence you can feel it on the way home you can see it with the lights out you are in love, true love you are in love'

you loved seeing leah like this; all cheesy and goofy, a complete 180 to how she was on the pitch. she may not be fully in tune but she did have a good voice that you could happily sit and listen to all day long.

wrapping the song up she took a bow as you and wren applauded her. "surprised it wasn't 'our song'." you say knowing how that was the older girl's favourite taylor song.

"thought i'd be a little spontaneous gorgeous." she winked as she now plonked herself on the bed so wren was in between the both of you.

"well i guess it's my turn now huh." rooting through your bedside table drawer. "i don't know if I'm going to beat the pancakes and serenades but here." you passed both wren and leah neatly wrapped gifts. "princess open yours first." you didn't have to tell wren twice before wrapping paper was flying everywhere revealing a baby doll wearing an arsenal shirt with the number 24 on it.

you looked at leah for any form of reaction but she clearly hadn't caught on yet simply sharing wrens excitement at the new toy "you can bring her to mummy and mamma's games."

"okay leah open yours." anticipation was bubbling inside the both of you.

the blondes mouth dropped open when she picked up the items at hand. "are ya serious?" doing a double take at the pregnancy scan photos and test she was holding in her hand. "it worked?"

nodding she rushed off the bed to your side, picking you up and twirling you around. "okay okay put me down! i don't want to start being sick before i have to."

she did as requested and held the scan right in front her face still in disbelief. "september 2024, twins.`' casually slipping it into conversation.

"fuck off." she said incredulously which earned her a glare off you, reminding her there is a child in the room.

"wren your going to be a big sister!" now shifting attention to her daughter - it being her turn to be picked up and bounced around.

"sister?" the little girl questioned. you pointed at your stomach "there's two babies in mummy's tummy." wren reached her small arms out to touch your belly "hello!"

"they can't talk yet love, they've gotta grow for a while in there, make sure they're strong and healthy just like you." the centre-back explained.

you smiled at the interaction. leah was such a good mum. you couldn't wait to make your family even bigger in a few months time. "good valentines day gift then?"

leah pulled you in to her side with her free arm. "the best. i love you." she pressed her lips onto yours, conveying every emotion possible. little laughs coming from the small body in the older girl's arms as she watched her grossly in love mothers.

"oh you find it funny when we kiss do you?" you quirked an eyebrow and watched as she nodded.

you pecked leah's mouth again..and again, hearing the giggles make a return.

"i think it's someone else's turn now." the defender smiled smugly and you quickly caught on, both bombarding your daughter with kisses on the face as she squealed happily.

god you loved your valentines.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso #arsenal wfc #arsenal women #woso community #lionesses #england lionesses

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mediaevalmusereads · 11 months ago

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Baking Yesteryear. By B. Dylan Hollis. DK, 2023.

Rating: 4/5 stars

Genre: cookbook

Series: N/A

Summary: A decade-by-decade cookbook that highlights the best (and a few of the worst) baking recipes from the 20th century

Friends of baking, are you sick and tired of making the same recipes again and again? Then look no further than this baking blast from the past, as B. Dylan Hollis highlights the most unique tasty treats of yesteryear.

Travel back in time on a delicious decade-by-decade jaunt as Dylan shows you how to bake vintage forgotten greats. With a big pinch of fun and a full cup of humor, you’ll be baking everything from Chocolate Potato Cake from the 1910s to Avocado Pie from the 1960s.

Dylan has baked hundreds of recipes from countless antique cookbooks and selected only the best for this bakebook, sharing the shining stars from each decade. And because some of the recipes Dylan shares on his wildly popular social media channels are spectacular failures, he’s thrown in a few of the most disastrously strange recipes for you to try if you dare.

***Full review below.***

Since this book is non-fiction, my review will be structured a little different from normal.

I've had this book for a while, but I didn't want to post a review before making a few of the recipes myself. I was already a fan of Hollis from his TikToks, so that might introduce some bias into my review - just so you're all aware.

Overall, I found this book to be quirky, easy to follow, and fun. I loved the bright colors and retro-feel to the photo shoots, and I appreciated that almost all of the recipes were accompanied by a picture of the thing you're supposed to be making. I also liked the blurbs written by Hollis himself; they very much felt like his voice, with his characteristic sense of humor balanced by his genuine love for baking and "old things."

Perhaps the most valuable part of this book, however, was the emphasis on lowering barriers to entry. I've read my fair share of baking guides that call for special ingredients or equipment, and there are a lot of recipes out there that are finicky and sure ton dissuade new bakers. Hollis's book, however, emphasizes that most (if not all) of these recipes can be done with basic tools - one does not even need an electric mixer (though it does make some recipes easier). There also aren't many fancy ingredients that aren't readily available at most grocery stores, so that also helps.

I do, however, have some minor criticisms which relate to the usability of this book. For one, the organization makes it rather difficult to find a specific recipe (or even category), particularly if you're like me and don't recall what decade it came from. While organizing the recipes by decade makes sense given the book's premise, it does make it more functionally difficult - you can't flip to the cake section, for example, and browse or put yourself within the general vicinity of the recipe you're looking for. Thus, readers will have to rely on either the TOC or the index a lot more, but this is a minor inconvenience rather than a huge drawback.

I also don't think the majority of the recipes are blow-your-mind good, but honestly, given this book's premise, I don't think that's the worst thing. The recipes are largely taken from sources aimed at home bakers, so you're not going to get professional-level pastries out of them. You will, however, get things that are fun and relatively simple to make, and they taste good enough to me that I'd consider making them multiple times.

TL;DR: Baking Yesteryear is a fine book for fans of Hollis's TikTok, but it goes beyond being mere merch. It not only provides historical recipes that are easy to replicate, but it also does a good job of lowering barriers to entry for new bakers. Experienced bakers might not be overly impressed by the recipes, but engaging with food history is a treat in and of itself, and it's delightful to see someone like Hollis engaging with the past with such enthusiasm and adoration.

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peachhcs · 5 months ago

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a fic or blurb of ryan’s farewell party for will pls?!

charm bracelet

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy heads to boston after ryan begs her to fly out for will’s farewell party in hopes of reconciling things between the ex-couple (writing grace and samy’s dynamic was actually so fun because i’ve never wrote them before)

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i got so carried away with this it wasn’t gonna be this long but it turned into a whole fic. the ending of this is a bit interpret how you want, but in my mind it’s them not completely ignoring one another, but they aren’t gonna talk it out for a long while. p.s. the baby grace and will photo i found is actually adorable!

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"please come?" ryan begged over the phone while samy sat at her desk pondering the offer he'd been trying to convince her of for the last twenty minutes. "if not for will, then for us? don't know when we'll see you if you aren't coming out to boston as often anymore," the brunette continued making samy feel even worse.

"hey, i'll still come to boston. i didn't just go for will, you know," the girl rolled her eyes slightly.

"then come out to see us. you don't even have to see will if you don't want. there will be enough people that you'll probably be able to avoid him," ryan kept persisting because 1. he knew samy still cared deep down and 2. she was their friends too and he knew the guys really wanted to see her again before school started back up.

"you're so annoying," she teased a bit making them both laugh. "i'll think about it, okay? i might have to be back at school, but i'll see."

"promise?"

"i promise," samy nodded and the two ended the call. when her phone found its place back on her desk, samy knew damn well already that she was completely free that weekend. she just didn't know if she could stomach potentially seeing will.

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two weeks later, samy and her mom were on a plane to boston for the party. ellen was still very close to colleen and after being there for will his entire life, she wasn't missing this despite everything that's happened.

gabe and ryan drove into the city the day before to catch up with samy themselves. will didn't have much idea that the hughes were in town and probably wouldn't find out until tomorrow at the party.

"hey, hughesy," ryan greeted with a large smile. his arms quickly slid around the girl's frame in a tight hug before letting gabe take his turn.

"hi, it's good to see you guys again," samy grinned widely. she really did miss seeing them. it'd been since worlds that they were all together like this.

"i'm glad you came out. i didn't think you would," gabe admitted as the three sat at a small table waiting for the waiter to take their orders.

"i didn't think i was coming either, but i wanted to see you guys before school started and we'd get too caught up in everything," the brunette explained which made them smile.

"i can't believe school's gonna start again. feels like it just ended," gabe chuckled.

"don't remind me," ryan groaned earning more laughs from the other two.

the three quickly filled each other in on the things they missed. it felt like old times when everyone was in michigan together spending weekends sitting on a floor going back and forth with stupid little games. all of that felt like such simpler times because no feelings were involved. at least not any known feelings.

things settled a bit as samy and the boys ate their sandwiches they ordered and the topic shifted to one samy knew was gonna come up eventually.

"i don't know if i've said this to you, but will's a real idiot," gabe said quietly.

samy's jaw clenched a bit, "yeah, he is."

"have you..talked to him at all?" ryan wondered and the girl instantly shook her head.

"no and i don't really want to. i don't even know what i'd say to him or what he could say that would make me forgive him. he threw it all away and that really fucking hurts," samy admitted truthfully.

"right and you have every right to not wanna talk to him. he was an asshole for not trying to talk things out with you," gabe nodded in agreement.

"can i just say one thing though? i'm no way trying to defend anything that he said or did, but you gotta remember how will is with this kind of stuff sometimes. he says the wrong things when he's thinking something else. you guys were best friends above everything. you know him better than any of us probably. you really want to leave things on this note?" ryan said softly.

samy's gaze flicked away from the boys knowing ryan did have a small point in the back of her mind, but she wasn't ready to admit that. things were confusing and hard.

being back in boston had this pull on her. everything she's ever known came from michigan and boston—will being one of those things. he hurt her so badly, yet a really, really small part of her wanted to reach out.

"it doesn't matter anymore, ry. he meant what he said and even if he didn't wanna say it, he still did. i was basically worthless to him," samy couldn't though. her head overruled her heart knowing she needed to stand her ground because there was nothing more she could say to him.

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will's entire house was packed with people. room to room, wall to wall, lawn to lawn—there were people everywhere. ryan wasn't wrong that samy could lose herself pretty easily into the crowd.

she hung outside a lot because out there she could escape anywhere if she saw will whereas inside could end up trapping her if she wasn't careful. she happily caught up with drew, aram, vote, and cutter who greeted her with bright smiles.

the idea of even being in the same proximity as will sent goosebumps down the girl's arms. her eyes were constantly flicking around as if she would see him turn some corner and make eye contact.

somehow, she managed to find a corner where it wasn't too crowded by the lawn chairs. the youngest hughes sat out on them just people watching when familiar locks of blonde hair started coming her way. for a moment, samy tensed, wondering how grace took the news about their breakup because she hadn't exactly talked to the oldest smith sibling since it happened.

"hey, samy," the older girl greeted warmly.

"hi, gracie," samy smiled, relaxing a bit when she saw the girl's smile.

"i'm happy to see you. it's been awhile," grace found a seat beside her for a moment while the brunette nodded a bit.

"yeah, it has," her gaze flicked away because they both knew why it had been awhile since they saw one another. grace didn't make a huge appearance at the family vacation a few months ago since she was busy apartment hunting and even then, her and samy didn't talk much because they never got to catch one another at the right time.

"this might be a stupid question, but..how are you?" the older girl wondered gently.

"i'm..i'm okay. hanging in there, i guess," samy nodded, biting the inside of her cheek.

"i'm sorry i haven't talked to you since..i don't want you to think i hate you or anything. last month was super busy and you looked busy and i didn't know if it was too soon to ask about everything.." grace trailed off a bit when she realized she was rambling. samy quickly shook her head.

"don't worry about it. i was worried you hated me," a small laugh sounded from the soccer players lips.

"oh my god no! i don't. i promise. i actually..am mad at will for how all of this happened. i..i was shocked when you left and i found will out there..i'm sorry. i..i wish i had an answer for my brother's reason, but i don't. i..i don't know why he broke up with you," grace frowned deeply.

"i left in such a mess, i'm sorry again. everything happened way too fast," samy shook her head.

"have you talked to him since.."

"ry and gabe asked me that yesterday and i said no. i mean, i have nothing to say to him, so why would i, you know?" the brunette shrugged.

"right, of course. mom told him this morning you and your mom were coming. that went over..interesting to say the least," grace tapped her finger against her cup.

"i've been avoiding him, i guess. i'm not sure i can really stomach seeing him, but..i don't know. felt like i owed it to him to be here at least? and the other guys too. don't know when i'll see them again. this whole thing feels like it screwed up everything with everyone," samy laughed dryly.

"i get it. i'm glad you did come. i saw your mom earlier, it was good to see her. even if will won't admit it, i know he's glad you're at least here too. one last hurrah before we move him out to california," grace said.

samy thought back to all the times will would talk about his move to cali whenever it happened. he'd always say how she'd fly out with him to help him decorate his apartment when the time came. plus, all the times will told her how he couldn't wait until they could live together so long distance would be over, yet he'd wait forever for her.

god, what happened to that will?

"you're thinking," the blonde pointed out, snapping samy back into reality.

while will knew her insanely well, so did grace. the two girls did grow up alongside one another even though there was a three year age gap. grace was the older sister samy never had as a little girl and she still was, so of course the older girl knew when samy was lost in thought.

"yeah, sorry," the younger girl shook her head.

"penny for your thoughts?" the expression made samy smile because will said the same thing.

"just how will always talked about me being there with him when he moved to california and how he couldn't wait until i was done with school to move out there with him. i wonder where that will went who was so ambitious about us and saying he would wait forever for me," the younger girl smiled sadly.

a little sigh escaped grace's lips hearing samy sound so heartbroken still. "i wish i knew what was running through his mind. i didn't even know he was considering it. it shocked the hell out of all of us. he's in there still somewhere, i know it and i know you don't wanna hear that, but i gotta believe it. i have never seen my brother like someone as much as he likes you, it confuses me how he just threw it all away like that," the blonde shook her head.

"you and me both," samy frowned this time.

"i think you just gotta give it time because damn, all of us believed you guys were it for each other. you'll find your way back, i think you two just need some space. will needs to settle in california and play a few games with the sharks and then i'm sure he'll come around. i don't believe this is the true end for you guys," grace said firmly.

the youngest hughes wanted to believe her so badly, but she just couldn't.

"maybe. it's hard to say though," samy said instead of being a complete pessimist about it.

the party ended a few hours later with samy successfully avoiding any contact with will. she didn't even see him which was surprising because she knew he was making his rounds.

her and her mom drove back to the hotel in silence just unwinding from the long day and talking to everyone they saw.

samy was brushing her teeth when her mom stuck her head in. the younger girl raised her eyebrow in confusion.

"i have a gift from you from someone i spoke to today," ellen said vaguely. the brunette raised her eyebrow.

"who?"

mrs. hughes didn't say anything while she just placed the envelope into samy's hand. the girl saw her name scribbled across the top in handwriting that she quickly recognized as will's. samy's gaze snapped to her mom's.

"i told him he's gonna do great in san jose," ellen said because she knew her daughter knew who that envelope was from.

the older woman slipped out of the bathroom leaving samy with the gift in her hand. she should've thrown it away, but curiosity got the better of her and she carefully ripped it open.

there wasn't any note or card, only a small charm of a shark.

her eyes danced to the charm bracelet sitting on her wrist that held her most precious charms.

will knew everything about her charm bracelet because he supplied most of the charms on the chain.

she remembered seeing the shark charm in some little gift shop with will many months ago, quickly mumbling something about how adorable it was and would fit the aesthetic for will's soon to be san jose career.

she had no idea will went back to buy it for her.

samy even wondered how long he's had it for.

without a word, samy clipped it onto the chain, adding one more pretty charm to her bracelet and a tiny smile painted her lips.

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thir10th · 7 months ago

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are you in?

summary: compilation of short blurbs of your's and Emily's relationship before the team knew. Some based on actual chapters. it's just basically how you managed to keep it a secret TW: I fucked up the show's timeline so try to forget all you know about it, "only one bed" but reverse (it may be shit lol), suggestive content, i think that's it A/N: Writing this one has been a pain in the ass because every time i edited it i'd loose the changes so there are parts that i don't actually like at all but here it is nonetheless. As always: English isn't my first language. Reviews are appreciated. Like and reblog <3

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ new blouse?

A near death experience really deserves some kind of celebration

and you suppose a near-job loss experience does too

a week had passed after Emily and Hotch had rejoined the team on that case on Milwaukee, and Emily's head injury was almost just another scar, so when Morgan had asked you if you wanted to go out for drinks, you had looked at your girlfriend and said:"yeah, wny not"

and there you were, sitting at a table right next to Penelope, waiting for your girlfriend to bring all your drinks, and overhearing a conversation she was having with Hayley and Hotch, who seemed very relieved to have the night for themselves. You were supposed to be a part of that conversation, but you couldn't bring yourself to care enough to listen.

All your focus was deposited on your girlfriend, she had her arms rested on the counter trying to get the waiter's attention, a pair of dark jeans accentuated her figure, and all you could think about was getting home and ripping that blouse off of her.

You would have to settle for just staring, for now. Emily turns around to take a look at your table and catches you starring, you blush instantly, but she just smiles and gives you a wink, which makes you smile too, and suddenly your taken out of the trance by a voice.

"y/n are you listening to me?" Penelope says trying to grab your attention

"sorry, yes, what is it?" she looks at you suspiciously, as if with just her eyes she could decipher what was going on inside your head. She can't go on because Emily comes back with all your drinks, leaving them on the table and sitting next to you , maybe just a little bit too close but you could not complain.

She simply joins the conversation like it was nothing, meanwhile you sip on your drink hopeful that the alcohol will help you take your girlfriend away from your mind. However, Emily has different plans for you, as she rests her hand on you thigh behind the table so no one can see, dangerously high, she can't be bothered at all, she just keeps talking to Hotch as if nothing was going on, but all you can think about is her.

Morgan, who had spent a good hour on the dance floor, collecting girl's phone numbers, comes around, he grabs Penelope's hand to take her to the dance floor with him.

She shoots from her sit, swinging her hips to the rhythm of the music, Morgan guides her, a huge smile on his face as he pulls her to dance with him.

To everyone’s surprise Hotch pulls Hayley to dance with him as well, and just like that, in a matter of seconds, Emily and you are left alone.

When you turn your head to look at her, she places her face closer to yours, dangerously close, you’d say, but you can’t bring yourself to separate.

“Are you having fun baby?” She asks, a soft smile on her lips “yes, but it’s getting hard not to touch you” she smiles, her face closer now you can almost feel her lips brushing against yours. Her hand, which was still on your leg, starts caressing your thigh, setting progressively higher. You’re starting to lean into the contact when you suddenly remember where you are. Anyone who looked at you right now could see the whole scene.

“Em, stop” you say, drawing her hand away from your leg and separating your face form hers “they’re gonna see”

“Ok, yeah, sorry” she says, fake regret on her face as she takes another sip of her drink

“So, I caught you staring at me before, what was it that was so interesting?” She says like it’s the most innocent question ever, but you just know she wants to bother you a bit more. You would never admit how much you love it.

You check no one is looking at you. Both Hayley and Hotch are in their own little world, and Morgan and Penelope are too focused on each other to care. So you lean into her to whisper in her ear

“I was thinking how hot my girlfriend looks and how much I want to rip that blouse off of her” she chuckles and you go for another sip

“Thank you, it’s new” she says louder, like you just asked her the most simple question about her clothes

She leans into your ear this time, with the softest, sexiest voice she just whispers, the feeling of her breath on your ear is suffocating now

“I would love to let you take it off however you want. Do you want to go?” She asks, you eagerly nod your head, begging her with your eyes to take you home right now.

“C’mon, I’ll tell them you’re not feeling well and I’m driving you home” she smiles at you and winks, you follow her to the back of the bar where JJ and Spence are, to let them know you’re leaving.

For your surprise, JJ walks up to you too.

“We have a case” she just says, and you look at each other with disappointment.

Looks like Emily’s blouse was staying on for now.

𖨆♡𖨆 3x03 scared to death

It had been a weird morning.

You woke up with a headache. After your last case you had arrived at Emily’s apartment, and parked your car outside so you could get to work on different cars the next day.

You were thinking about having a calm night. A bottle of wine, a movie, Chinese takeout, falling asleep early enough so you wouldn’t be so tired the next day, all that.

Little did you know Emily had some things in mind for you.

The first glass of wine was alright, you were barely feeling it, but after that one another 3 followed, you came up with this stupid game of drinking every time the movie had a cringe scene, and lucky for you the movie was really bad. You would sometimes forget that particular wine affected your girlfriend to a certain level, so one thing leading to another you had fallen asleep at more or less 4am.

Next day you wake up to a very loud phone call. You turn around confused by the phone ringing, but you’re not sure where exactly it’s coming from. It had flown away yesterday night along with your clothes and had landed on the bedroom floor.

Emily's arm was wrapped around your waist, your leg on top of hers, you were both just a mess of sheets and naked bodies. You get out of bed, waking your girlfriend up, who lets out an angry groan.

You finally find the phone behind Emily's pants, JJ's name appearing on the screen. "Hello?" you answer "Hey, we have a case, I can't reach Emily, and you're both late, do you know where she could be?" she asks. You check the time

8:15am

Shit

shitshitshitshitfuckfuckfuck

"yeah, I'm sorry, ugh... i don't know where Emily is, i had a problem with my....kitchen sink...but i'll be there as son as i can ok? bye JJ" you don't even wait for her to answer, you just hang up the phone and run to wake Emily up.

"Em! Baby wake up its 8am we're late!" she finally opens her eyes, her somnolent face tries to decipher what you just said. Her body starts moving first, siting upright.

"JJ just called, we have a case, you have to call her back, tell her there's traffic or something, I'll leave first ok?" you run around, trying to find something wearable. You already had your own drawer at her place for times like this.

You fly around the apartment checking you have everything with you, car keys, purse, phone... You walk up to Emily, still getting dressed, only a pair of pants on and her bra, she’s looking around for something to wear with the pants.

You grab her waist, pulling her in for a kiss “I’ll see you there ok?” You tell her. She smiles at you, then grins, still half a sleep, and you leave.

You weren’t exactly sure if it had been the wine, or the 4 hours of sleep, but you were hoping the meds you had taken with your breakfast (a coffee) would start acting quickly, because your headache was starting to get unbearable.

Sitting on the round table, you revise the file with the case, when Emily arrives, excusing for being late, but Hotch hasn’t even arrived yet and we hadn’t started, so she’s technically still on time.

As soon as you look up to catch a glimpse of her, your headache magically disappears. You regret it immediately because now she’s all you can think about.

It’s ridiculous, you spent hours last night with each other, hell, you spent all day with her! You should’ve had enough of her by now! But how could you when she was wearing that red tank top?

You stare at every movement she makes, taking her jacket off, uncovering her slightly muscular arms, you cannot physically take your eyes off of her, following her every move. Red was definitely her color, there was no argument about that. You could not focus on the case anymore.

After the usual “wheels up in 30” they all leave the room, but you grab your girlfriends arm last second, trying to keep her from leaving. “Em wait a second” You’re both left alone, looking to see if there’s anyone left in the room, everyone has left and far from you two.

"What is it?" she asks

You feel the need to whisper although there's no one in the room anymore "You look so good in this I'm genuinely considering going down on you now" you say tugging the red fabric between your fingers. She smiles widely, getting closer to your face.

You aren't sure where this renewed confidence is coming from, it's just that Emily made you feel like that sometimes.

"was yesterday not enough?" she says in a teasing voice, but you can tell she's feeling just like you. Her face mere inches from yours, you are almost begging her for some action.

"we still have 30 minutes" she twirls her head as if asking you, and you nod, unable to form any words

"ok you go first, I'll meet you down" you're already crossing the door when you turn around, check for anyone who could see you, but there's no one even close to your vicinity.

You rush back, giving Emily a peck on her lips, and separating to go run downstairs.

˚☽˚｡⋆ Can I join?

It's almost time. You can even taste it.

A free night. It's been some time since you got one of those.

You could even see it. A wine glass, your big ass bathtub, a dozen candles, some exotic scented bath products and your wonderful girlfriend.

You look across the room for her, she's working on some files still. You could say she literally feels your eyes on her, because she turns around and catches you staring at her, smiling warmly at you and winking, which makes you instantly blush.

"Any plans for the night, Prentiss?" Morgan asks her coming by her desk, you're already walking up to them so you don't miss a thing from their conversation.

"yes. I got a date" she just says like it was nothing.

A weird sensation runs through your body, a mix between jealousy and excitement. You obviously knew you were the date, but the jealousy came mostly from the fact that she could not mention it was in fact you.

"really? who's the lucky one?" Morgan asks rising his eyebrows

"hot tub" she answers like nothing, just playing it cool, but the grin on her face suggests she has been picturing your night just like you had.

"oh, that sounds like a party" he teases, but she doesn't lose a single second on it "you're so not invited"

"am i?" you come from nowhere, you are right behind Emily, who turns around, holding back a smile, she gives in the game, after all, this is the perfect way to make them not suspect a thing.

"now you, i could consider it" she answers, and you lower your head, smiling to the floor so no one sees it.

"Now that sounds like a better party" he mutters.

.•°•.•. .•.•°•.

The soft bathrobe hugs your body keeping it warm, a wine glass in your hand, resting your back against the sink, you wait as your girlfriend finishes the bath.

The whole scene is idyllic, candles lit all around, low warm light illuminating the stance, Emily's black hair falling on her shoulders, her robe barely closed, she lights the last two candles, and checks the water temperature before walking up to you

"ready?" she asks sweetly, untying the knot in your robe, she takes off hers and gets in first, giving you a hand to help you get in, yourself.

You lay back, resting your back against her, relaxing immediately into her touch. White bubbles around both your bodies. She kisses your neck from the back. Breathing out, you groan at the feeling, she caresses the skin of your ams with her fingertips, gently.

"do you think Morgan can even begin to imagine this?" you ask her, she stops her ministrations to answer you

"i really hope he doesn't, but teasing him is fun" you chuckle

"well, imagine how we'll blow out his mind when we tell him" you begin wondering. She kisses the sensitive skin on the curve of your neck, nipping at the skin, you close you eyes leaning on the contact.

"are you thinking about it?" she stops to ask

"Morgan? hell no" she chuckles

"i mean about telling Morgan" you turn around to look at her, making a bit of water overflowing the tub

"well, yeah, I mean, I think about telling all of them" she twists her head trying to understand

"not now though! Not yet... at all" you can see her relaxing instantly, a smile begining to form on her lips

"Em, this past months have been...amazing, and i want to keep that for ourselves just a little bit more... also the sneaking around is very fun" you both laugh in agreement "but?" she asks waiting for you to add something more

"but, that doesn't mean I'm not excited for our friends to know, you know? I mean, going out together and actually kissing, dancing together, to be able to say we are, well, together tonight... basically just doing it all together" her big brown eyes linger on to you, she's full smiling now, you know she feels the same, but she just wouldn't be the one to tell you.

"i love you" she mutters, you smile, holding to her shoulders for support, warm drops of water running down your arms, you kiss her gently in approval.

"well, i say let's enjoy the meantime then" her hands fly to your waist to hold you, and you kiss her deeply again.

𓇢𓆸 Care to share?

Hotch had decided to call it a day, it was too late, and you all knew how difficult it could be to function when you don't get enough sleep.

You had't had time to check in earlier at the hotel, so when you got there and saw it, you knew that wood creaked like shit.

You had expected nothing less, being in a cold state, the hotel reception had a big fireplace which kept the ambience cozy and warm, the wooden planks creaked behind your feet even behind the thick carpet.

Hotch turns to us, with the room keys in his hands "I'm sorry but this is a small village, this was the only place that still had spare rooms, and they're all packed up this week so some of us will have to share" he says.

"how many?" Morgan asks concerned "two double, three single rooms" Hotch says

"well I'm not sharing with pretty boy here" he complains

"Dave and i can share one" he says "Well, y/n and I also don't mind sharing" Emily rushes to say. You walk up to her "right?" she asks as if she needed to make sure "yeah of course, no problem" you say, smiling at her. Her quick willfulness to share with you and you eager reaction winning you a suspicious look from JJ, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, because tonight none of you would have to sneak out, waiting till it's late enough for the rest to have fallen asleep, you wouldn't have to wake up early to get back to your room, you had your place tonight.

"alright, thank you" you think it's funny, you should be the one thanking Hotch, not the other way around. You grab your key and Emily follows you upstaris.

.•°•.•. .•.•°•.

You can tell the place is old just by the keys, it's an inn more than a hotel. You turn the key in the lock, opening the door partially, when you feel Emily's hands on your waist, grabbing it, you close your eyes as soon as you feel her lips on yours, and she kisses you deeply, possessively.

You surround her body with your arms for support, leaning into the kiss, closing the door behind you with your foot. Tugging your hands on her hair, you surrender to the connection and just give in, not caring who could've caught you mere seconds ago on the hallway.

She pushes you agains the door, her hands finding the way behind your shirt, touching you everywhere, she moves to kiss the corner of your lips, your cheek, the skin behind your ear, leaving a trail of wet warm kisses, finding your pulse point you let out a needy whimper in approval.

"you think JJ knows?" you ask breathlessly "she suspects something, but she can't technically prove it" her lips brushing your neck with every word, her soft breath warm on your skin.

"Well, she should start paying more attenti-" your mouth falls open. It was the first time you had tken a good look at the room since you entered "Em, look" you say trying to stop her ministrations much to your distaste to make her look around.

Emily turns around and takes a look at the room. You should've guessed this would've happened. Hotch would never slept in the same bed as Rossi, and you shouldn't have to do that ether, right?

"Two beds?" she says, in awe. "what do you suggest?" she asks

"should we join them?" you try "we'll end up falling through the middle" she says "ok, then. You chose"

Next day you wake up completely wrapped around Emily, your nose buried in her neck, inhaling her scent, you were almost thankful for the small size of that bed.

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A/N: this one took me a long ass time to finish so i hope its not shit. Like & reblog, any feedback is greatly appreciated. Also I'm open to requests because I'm almost out of ideas

#criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss lesbian #emily prentiss x reader #lesbian #lesbian pride #wlw #wlw fanfic #wlw smut #sapphic #criminal minds #criminal minds one #criminal minds oneshot #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss fanfiction

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superblysubpar · 1 month ago

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steve harrington x you

1,184 words

warnings: overall, this is, I guess, a fluffy moment with Steve, but there is some angst - slight (like slight allusions) "mentions" of mental health things like depression, feeling a little lost/alone, etc | minor alcohol mention/use | your eddie's best friend in this

A/N: I actually have no idea what this is? It just poured out of me. I blame re-watching Wednesday while writing today. but also, I have thoughts and ideas for this to continue and I'd love to hear what you think/if you'd like more of these two. Anyways, thanks for reading 💛

a blurb for the "Trick or Treat, Freak?" event - don't forget to vote for tomorrow's fic at the bottom of this blurb

The sliding glass door dulls the noise of the party inside, long vertical blinds sway behind the glass, glimpses of red solo cups, heels pressed close to sneakers and intertwined hands on their way to up or down staircases and around dark corners illuminated by flashes of neon.

Your shoulders relax in a deep sigh as you take a step back from the door, breath clouding up in front of you from the brisk autumn air. The beer in your cup tips up to your lips, lukewarm and super shitty as it flows over your tongue, but it’s something.

Something to sip on while you wait for your best friend to finish selling whatever it is he needs to sell to make tonight worth it. Something for your hands to fiddle with as you take a step down the nice porch stairs, dark stained wood clunking beneath your sneakers as you go.

The pool belonging to whoever’s party this is, is dark, water still, its surface glass and reflecting the trees and stars above it perfectly. Standing on its edge, something about it calls you to jump in, to disrupt the calm. It makes you miss Summer despite hating the season. It makes you wonder if you screamed loud enough under the water, would someone still hear you?

You’re kneeling down, fingers about to glide across the water when a voice says, “Tommy H peed in that like,” a raspberry is blown between lips after the words from your left before they continue, “Two hours ago? So you’re probably fine, but��”

Steve Harrington watches your fingers hesitate, then return to your side as you frown at the water.

“Good choice,” he finishes, then flips over another card on the lounger he’s straddling with a pout of his lips. “Damn.”

“Losing?” You question, curiosity getting the better of you as you place one foot in front of the other on the edge of the pool, like your own little tightrope, daring the universe to do what it pleases. Ending up in a pool with Tommy H’s piss seems like something the fates would think was funny and fair when it came to your life at this point.

You’re not one to talk to Steve Harrington, The Hair, King Steve, or any of the other ludicrous names the town of Hawkins had granted him, but it’s also not like Steve, to be outside, alone, at a raging party such as this one.

“Always,” Steve sighs. He runs a hand through fairly unstyled hair and looks up at you. Moonlight illuminates a face full of freckles and gold green eyes that sparkle a little when their gaze meets yours. “Ever feel like that? Like, really, truly, you are never winning? At anything?”

Your chest hurts at the tone of his question, at how un-joking he is. Steve Harrington truly feels like he’s always losing, and someone like you can’t fathom such a thing.

“Always,” you repeat back to him, your admittance whispered and carried with a larger puff of your breath into the air for a mere moment, then gone.

Neither of you push the subject further, and eventually both of your gazes drop. The shared tortured feeling just sits between you two, a chasm neither care to inch closer to in order to help the other cross it.

Steve flips over a Queen of Hearts and glances back up at you. You’re teetering on the edge of the pool, red solo cup being nursed, cradled to your chest as you pout at the house. One that seems to only be getting rowdier, so he asks, “Didn’t you hear? There’s a party happening inside.”

Your laugh echoes in the night, it disappears into the trees as you speak to the star filled and cloudless sky.

“ ‘Fraid I’m not much of a party gal these days.”

Which, Steve understands. He never really pegged you for one anyways. He doesn’t know you, not really. He’s just seen you around, with Eddie. You seem to offer a certain sarcastic rain cloud vibe to balance out his theatrical and loud personality. Occasionally you’ve chatted with Robin at Family Video longer than it took to grab your rental and he’s learned a few things then, he guesses. You hate math, and the color blue, and brass instruments like Robin’s trumpet - but you love your cello. You’re not too fond of frogs for some reason and you doodle birds when you’re bored. He knows you prefer m&m’s with your popcorn and a gory slasher flick, but that you also rented Pretty In Pink four times.

“Me either,” Steve offers and you grin and he winces, realizing his mistake.

“Well, you know what they say,” you tilt your head and knock your cup to your cheek, hiding part of your smile he thinks is really pretty and wishes you’d show it off more. “Can take the gal out of the party, but never the party out the gal.”

Steve groans around a pity laugh, and then he shakes his head, fingers fiddling with the Queen of Hearts. “Speaking of gals and parties, you see Robin in there?”

“Yeah, like,” you blow your breath out as you finally reach the bottom of the lounger he’s on. “An hour ago? Leaving.”

“What?” Steve looks up at you, incredulous.

“I take it you’ve been waiting here for her?”

“Son of…” Steve curses under his breath and then points at you, and you can tell he’s not that mad actually, not really. “You’re my witness, alright? She told me I couldn’t leave two hours ago, because I was her ride. And what does she do? Leaves! Without telling me! Typical!”

He starts to pack up the cards, patting his pockets as he stands with a groan. He holds his arms to his chest and spins his torso, stretching stiff joints from being bent like that for so long. Now that he was standing you can see that his hair and un-party attitude aren’t the only abnormal things about him tonight.

Steve Harrington is wearing a bright yellow sweater.

Somehow, the color seems even brighter against his tan skin. He was a golden boy down to the color of his shirt, and it made you miss the warmth of the sun that much more when he covers it up with a gray Member’s Only jacket.

Your gaze wanders to the pool again when his zipper closes over the color, a longing sort of look on your face that Steve watches as he starts towards the gate of the yard. When you still haven’t followed, he calls your name.

Steve Harrington smiles at you shyly, like he’s a little nervous, like he’s trying to figure you out just as much as you are him. He nods his head to the gate behind him and asks:

“Well, you coming or not?”

Your eyebrows raise in shock.

“Wha…what? Where?”

Steve looks at the house that’s practically vibrating now and then back at you. His shoulders lift and fall as he spins car keys on his pointer finger.

“Does it matter?”

I decided that for this one, I'll share a little snippet from some wips that may or may not have already been hinted at in this event. Have fuuunnn

*voting will close at 10am CST tomorrow, 10/10

*as a reminder the results of this poll will be combined for the results of the same poll placed on the other fic posted today - so go vote twice if you'd like!

#superbly subpar's writing #trick or treat freaks 💛#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff

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gallaghersgal · 3 months ago

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congrats on 1.5k!!! ♥️♥️♥️

i am here to request a blurb 🫡 i adore your writing and can't wait to see what you come up with

lip + "this is a one time thing" + "if you called just to get off on my voice, i'm hanging up" from the smut list ✨️✨️

hiiii pookie!! thank youuu <33 nsfw 18+. phone sex, desperate lip, kinda sub!lip, long distance, lil bit of dirty talk, fem!reader

"this is a one time thing" + "if you called just to get off on my voice, i'm hanging up" from these subtle smut prompts. part of my 1,500 follower celebration.

you aren't expecting a call from your boyfriend at three in the morning, while you're finally settling down after a night at the club. it was the respite you needed from your soulless corporate internship, you and the other girls had gone out for a few drinks after work which ended with you wasted in business casual and contemplating a change of career field.

you sigh, rubbing your eyes and pick up the phone. "babe? 's like, sooo late," you complain. there's rustling on the other end, followed by a muffled groan. your eyes flutter closed and you mumble, "if you called just to get off on my voice, i'm hanging up."

"f-fuck, don' hang up, come on."

you giggle at the pathetic lilt in his voice, "aw, you miss me that much, hm?" a sigh escapes your lips as you roll over onto your side, "it's cute, really. i miss you too lip."

"yeah baby, know you do," he grunts, and you overhear the obscene sound of his hand fisting his cock. a content hum leaves you, waiting for him to speak again. "miss that pretty pussy. wish y'were here, fuckin' hand's not the same. not half as good."

"poor thing," you murmur in response. "this is a one time thing, yeah? 'm tired, don't feel like doin' much myself."

"shit- no, baby, i can h-hang up..."

you yawn, stretching your legs and getting more comfortable. "it's okay. i like it when you're all desperate for me. totally hot. what d'ya want me to talk about?" you know how much he loves the sound of your voice, the soft way it danced around each syllable was enough to conjure the image of you in his mind, subsequently making him weak in the knees.

there's a choked out grunt on the other end, followed by the barest hint of a whine, "doesn't matter, 'm close."

"oh, good boy," you praise. on the other end of the line you can hear his strokes starting to get messier, he must have you on speaker. "wish i could fly you out here jus' to fuck me like i deserve. six weeks is too long, i think i'm being re-virginized. know you'd be stretching me out so good if you were here, wouldn't you?"

"i would, baby. i'd fill that tight fuckin' cunt until y're screamin'," he grunts out. "fuck- fuck! shiiit, s'good." his voice trails off into a few broken groans, your name spilling from his lips.

after a minute or so of silence, taking in the sound of his labored breathing, you speak again. "good t'know i can still make you cum like that from halfway across the country." lip laughs at that, sighing after, and your shoulders sink deeper into the mattress. "okay, 've got t'be up early. goodnight baby, i'll talk to you-"

"no-" he says quickly, and you can hear the embarrassment in his voice as he continues, "no, uh, d'ya wanna just keep talking? 'til we fall asleep?"

your lips tilt up into a tired smile and you reply around a yawn, "yeah, i'd love to."

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher smut #lip gallagher imagine #❀ mutuals: l4l #❀ maggie’s musings [blurbs]#maggie's 1.5k #maggie's 1.5k: reqs

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thornsnvultures · 4 months ago

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mechanic!Eddie blurb based on this post and @urhoneycombwitch 's reply

700+ words, nsft 18+

"Eddie, you can't keep doing all this for me for free, these parts are expensive!"

The numbers on his expense sheet were way too big for your comfort. You weren't used to someone...investing this much into you without asking for something in return.

"Well I'm not sending you to some asshole who's gonna charge you double either." Eddie swiped the paper from your hands and slid it back into the binder on the office desk. "The shop's doing well and you need a safe car to drive in. I'm not letting you run around in a death trap."

"It's not a death trap!"

Eddie gave you a look that said you both knew otherwise.

"Okay, fine. But you've gotta let me do something to make it up to you. Take you to dinner at Carlucci's? They have those wings you like," you teased Eddie with a smile, watching his cheeks redden under the sweat and grime of the day.

"You don't need to wine and dine me, sweetheart," Eddie said as he circled the desk. He took you in his arms, pulling you close to stand between his spread legs as he leaned on the creaky old wood. "I'd do anything for you, you know that."

"But sometimes I want to do stuff for you, y'know? Can't just be you that does all the taking care of." You inched in closer, close enough to him now that you could smell his cologne under the grease. It made your stomach flip and your fingers itch to grab him. So you did. You let your fingers dive into his unzipped jumpsuit, tickling at his trim waist over his undershirt. So warm and inviting now that the cool ac in the office was blasting at your spine.

"You don't have to, that's not why I...I just like knowing you're safe," Eddie said as your hands traveled up to his shoulders pushing his jumpsuit off them and down his arms. His breathing picked up as he watched your fingers skim over his biceps, the veins in his forearms.

"I am safe. You make me feel safe, Eddie."

You kissed him then, quieting the gasp and groan that fell from his lips when your hand found the bulge at the junction of his thighs. His hips stuttered and he whined when you pulled him free.

"You don't have to-"

"I know," you said as you kissed Eddie's jaw, stroked the slick, heated flesh in your hand. "It's not about the car. It's about you. Only you."

You gripped him tighter, kissed him harder. It really wasn't about the car or paying him back or any of it. He needed to know how much you cared. How much you loved him for caring.

"Fuck, fuck, ah!" Eddie shouted against your mouth, his breath coming in hard hot pants that matched yours.

"That feel good? You look so pretty when you come, Eddie. Can I see it? Come for me, Eddie. Show me how pretty you are."

The wet workings of your hand echoed in the small room and you watched as Eddie's spread thighs shook and his balls tightened. You gave them a little tug, rolling them in your fingers and Eddie shouted. He grabbed the back of your head and kissed you hard as come splattered all over his stomach and dripped down your fingers. You worked him through it until he was shuddering for you to stop.

Eddie reached for the box of tissues behind him only to turn back and see you licking your fingers clean.

"Good?"

"I should be asking you that," you laughed. "But yes, so good."

Eddie hummed and took your fingers out of your mouth, replacing them with his tongue.

"Mm, you're right. I'm delicious."

You laughed and smacked his arm as he cleaned up and tucked himself away.

"Y'know, I think I changed my mind," Eddie said and turned you around so you were facing the desk. His hands slid around to the front of your jeans and you gasped when he popped the button open. Pushing your front down to the table, Eddie dropped to his knees, taking your jeans and underwear with him.

"I think I will let you treat me to dinner."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size!reader #mechanic!eddie munson #nsft #smut #my fics

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roonilwazlibimagines · 10 months ago

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control freak pt.2 - t.n x female!reader

Blurb: theo has control issues but his girlfriend doesn't mind

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: warning - toxic!theo!! i also really don't like this but so many people wanted me to post it and i don't see myself making it better anytime soon so i thought i'd post it even though i hate it, sorry :/// i mainly hate it because it is just pure self indulgence, because my ex best friends actually did ruin my 21st and this brought up old wounds so if anyone wants to hear some gossip about people they don't know please hit me up because i'm ready to rant

also i'm so sorry of this is overstepping, but i tagged whoever asked for part 2 bc you all made me so happy commenting on my post <3333 @gilmore12 @avalentina @pretties-t

Masterlist | Part 1

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If she had her way, people would stop calling Theodore Nott controlling. Okay, maybe there had been times where he had lied to her and deceived to get his way, and sure, he was quick to rise to temper which often made her just agree with him, but it was just because he always knew what was best.

And that was what she kept repeating in her trembling mind the night that Theo had made the phone call.

She liked this side of him. She had said it to him explicitly that she liked it when he took control and she didn’t have to actively use her brain.

After a year of dating, she thought Theo would be used to her indecisiveness, and yet, she was sat on the edge of his bed, all dressed up, whilst he he towered over her, waiting for her to make up her mind.

“It cannot be this difficult of a decision.”

“I just don’t know what I feel like.” Her legs were swaying, the backs of her thighs hitting the blanket draped over the edge of her bed. She hummed in thought, noticing the way Theo’s jaw began to tick.

“What about that Mexican place?” This was the third place he had offered and even he noted the desperation in his voice.

“Do you want to go there?”

Theo had had enough. He knew the pretty girl sitting in front of him was hopeless at making decisions, but this was too far.

“We’re going to the pizza place you like, okay?” Before she could open her mouth he continued, “C’mon, get up, we’re going.” And his arm was shooting out towards her so she grabbed hold of it and kept her mouth shut.

And it was only after they left Hogwarts that she admitted to her pretty boyfriend that she liked when he ordered for her, because that was what he always did. And once he had this admission, Theo made sure his pretty girlfriend never had to make an order for whatever it was her heart desired.

“I don’t know what a feel like, maybe I’ll just get cheese.” She put the pizza menu down and looked at Theo who was already looking back at her.

“Sounds good.” He wasn’t too interested in the topic of the conversation, but he always made sure the pretty girl in front of him had his full attention.

“What are you getting?”

Theo knew what would happen the second he answered, and like clockwork, she immediately replied, “Ooh, maybe I’ll get that too.”

“You can have some of mine,” he offered.

“But yours sounds better.”

“We can have half of each.”

But she wasn’t listening, her attention was drawn back to the paper menu in front of her.

“I think I’m going to get vegetarian, instead,” she hummed.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

He watched her bit her bottom lip, and the skin above her nose crinkle.

“Nah, I’ll get cheese.” Before Theo could respond she continued, “No, vegetarian.” Theo didn’t respond. “No, definitely cheese.”

“You sure?”

“No.”

And Theo thought he really couldn’t be to blame for his control issues when his girlfriend was like this.

When the waiter came over and looked at her first, she gave them a polite smile, but then returned her attention to the pretty boy in front of her, undeterred by the waiters lack of attention and relaying their order in full confidence.

“-and a vegetarian pizza please,” he finished, making the decision for her.

She liked not having to worry about trivial things like this, and Theo liked making sure he could rid a worry as small as this. Because that was all he wanted. For her to receive the best.

Which was why, the night after her friends had called him controlling, he decided that he didn’t like the sound of these ‘work friends’.

And, no, it wasn’t just because they had caled him controlling. Merlin, most of his friends told him to his face that he was controlling. He already knew that.

It was because even though they had invited her to go out countless times since that night, he didn’t properly meet them until her birthday.

He had offered to bring them in when he brought her in, but she brushed him off.

“I offered, but they declined,” she shrugged her shoulders, looking at the mirror in the sun shade for the passenger seat, missing the way Theo kept glancing over to her.

When he picked her up he asked again if anyone needed a ride home, just like the good boyfriend he was.

“I offered, but they said they were fine.” Yet when the drover around the corner a small sound of surprise left her pretty lips.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Theo’s eyes kept flicking away from the road, trying to read her pretty face that was staring out of her window.

“Nothing,” she shrugged her shoulders and turned back to face him, giving him a faux reassuring look.

“Tell me,” he said in a tone that left no room for argument.

“They’re just in line for another club,” she gave another shrug as if this had no importance, but it did to Theo because he could tell, even though she tried to hide it, that it had importance to the pretty girl sitting next to him.

“I thought you were all going home,” he squinted his eyes slightly as he turned to look at her, but she wasn’t looking at him. When they drove past a light, he could see that she was chewing the edge of her lip.

“I thought so,” she shrugged, finally turning to him, “oh well, I was ready to go home anyway.” She gave him a smile and if Theo hadn’t spent three years of his life with her, he would be convinced she was fine.

It didn’t take long for Theo to decide that he didn’t like these so called friends. He didn’t explicitly tell his girlfriend this, but he didn’t hide his disdain either.

When they cancelled plans and she went over to his house instead he’d angrily ask, “Well did they tell you why?”

“One of them had other dinner plans.”

“But you had planned this a week ago.”

She shrugged, “something came up.”

The look he gave her was enough for her to know that he wasn’t happy so she changed the subject. “I really want to watch this new movie tonight, I don’t think you’ll love it, but I think you’ll tolerate it.”

When he got a phone call from her barely an hour after they had gone out, reassuring him that she was okay, but she wanted to go home, he’d demand, “It was them wasn’t it, what did they do?”

And even though he hadn’t said who ‘them’ were she’d still say, “no I’m just not feeling up to partying tonight.”

Even though she sheepishly admitted that they were more interested in hooking up with some random guys then staying out together for their girls night which she originally thought was the plan.

“That’s horrible.”

She shrugged. “It’s fine. Do you think we can stop for some ice cream on the way home though?”

The reality was, it was easy for her to say that Theo was just being his usual controlling herself. This was how normal friendships worked. And she didn’t have a lot of friends. She had her Hogwarts friends, but they were older now and weren’t in contact as much. And it was a much easier thought that this was what friendship was like rather than facing the fact that she didn’t really have any friends. Besides Theo of course.

But she wouldn’t tell him these thoughts because she knew he would go on a rampage unti she was happy, so she never expanded on it and made sure that Theo never got a chance to tell her he hated her friends, even if she was certain he despised them.

A few months later, just after they had been together for four years, Theo knew that it was time to make his lovely girlfriend his lovely wife, and he wasn’t going to let her friends come in the way of that, not when they had gotten this far.

They had a small engagement party with their friends from Hogwarts and a couple of their work friends. She had, of course, invited those two girl from work, even if Theo had rolled his eyes behind her back when she informed him.

It started when the two girls started fawning over her ring.

“I need to know how much this cost.”

Sure, Theo was the first to admit he had traditional values. She had teased him before about being old-fashioned. But he didn’t think discussing the price of his fiance’s engagement ring was an appropriate topic, especially in front of two girls he had maybe met twice, and didn’t exactly like.

“He refuses to tell me,” the pretty girl grabbing his hand had answered instead. “He’s too old fashioned.”

Her eyes flickered to him to let him know that she was joking and he gave her hand a itte squeeze to let her know that he knew.

“Oh come on,” one of them said, “I’m dying to know.”

The conversation lasted another couple of minutes with his pretty girl trying to swerve around the question while he remained silent. Which was unusual for Theodore Nott.

Sure, he was a man of little words. And he much preferred to sit and observe rather than get invovled in the action. But that was always the opposite when it came to the pretty girl next to him. But he thought that if he opened his mouth, none of the three girls around him would like what would come out.

But then it continued when one of them tried to flirt with Blaise albeit his polite refusal, not wanting to make a scene at one of his best mate’s engagements.

Theo didn’t think anything of it until she had the audacity to come over to him and ask him about it.

“You know your friend Blaise?”

“Obviously.”

“What’s his story?”

Theo refused to answer. They were in a private room and he was standing next to the bar, a drink in hand and he sipped it to avoid responding.

Unsprusingly, she continued anyway.

“Like, is he in a relationship? I didn’t think he was but then he refused me, but he is quite fit, I think, and he said this wasn’t the place for it, but I think he was just playing hard to get, what do you think?”

He was going to be drunk quite soon if she kept talking to him.

“I think I’ll try again. Merliln, I love being friends with someone who has hot friends.”

Theo downed the rest of his drink and promised himself that he was going to push the conversation out of his mind.

And he probably would have if his pretty girl didn’t come up to him with a nervous look in her eyes, less than thirty minutes later.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you think we coud do cake now?”

Everyone had just finished eating and the volume of the music had increased to encourage people to start dancing. She was on her tippy toes, bringing her lips close to his ear so he could hear. Theo had his next drink in hand, but he was sipping it sowly after drinking the last so fast.

“We just finished eating darling, give it a minute.”

“I know but-” she gave herself away when she turned to look at the two girls Theo was trying to ignore the whole night. “They need to leave.”

“They need to?”

The way she biting her lip and swaying on the spot was all Theo needed to see to tell him that that his pretty girl was lying to him.

“Well, they got a call from one of their friends and-”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Theo,” she whined. She knew the exact tone she needed to use to make Theo do whatever she wanted. But this apparently only worked for frivolous things. Not something like this.

“No, we are doing cake later. If they need to leave, let them. But we are not doing it now just for them.”

“But-”

“I said no.”

He hated the way she practically deflated in front of him.

He hated that her bottom lip was trembling.

He hated that they were doing this on their engagement.

But she had to stop making excuses for these horrible people.

“Will you tell them no?” Her voice was so soft he wasn’t sure he would have understood her if he wasn’t watching her intently.

“I’ll tell them more than just no.”

“Theo,” she whined, but he had already put his drink down and was storming over to them.

“So you’re leaving?” Theo asked the two girls sitting down at one of the tabes. He had risen to his full height and she was immediately taken back to her Hogwarts days when rising to his full height meant nothing good and definitely something physical.

“Yeah, but we’ll wait until you do cake.” One of them responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She was squeezing his hand so hard Theo was convinced she’d leave bruises. Not that he minded. But her nervous energy was rubbing off on him and he wanted to send her away, just like he’d do back in Hogwarts when he’d rise to his full height.

“Well we just ate, so we probably won’t do cake until later.”

“Oh,” one of the girls said, “but we’re leaving now.”

“Well, thank you for coming.”

“Ok,” the other said, standing up. “But I tought you said you’d do cake now?” She asked, turning to the small girl hiding behind her fiance.

“I-”

“I said it was too early.” Theo cut her off.

And that was the end of that conversation. After a very awkward goodbye hug, the two girls had left.

She didn’t know what to say to Theo. In once instance, she was glad that he had dealt with it. She didn’t really want to do the cake now, it was too early. But she also didn’t want to confront the two girls, she had to see them at work every day!

So even though Theo wanted to let out some sarcastic remark about how nice her friends were. He refrained when he saw the confused look on his pretty girls face.

Upon reflection, this was the night everything turned messy.

The next Monday the two girls had confided in their friend.

“Don’t you think he’s a bit controlling?” One of them asked, trying to make their voice unaccusing but failing horribly.

She shrugged as she said, “he means well. And, yeah, he is, but I don’t mind.”

She didn’t dare tell Theo this, who, the night after the engagement, had decided he could bring up how much he hated her friends.

“I don’t like them.” He had brought up after they had finished opening all of their well wishes.

She already knew who he was talking about.

“They mean well.”

“Do they?” He was sitting on the lounge and she had gotten up from her place on the floor to sit next to him.

“Most of the time,” she laughed, even though he didn’t think it was funny. “They’re just different to us.”

“Well I don’t like them.”

She bit her lip.

“I’m sorry.” Theodore gave her a look. Of course it wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t control who she worked with.

“I just wish they treated you better.” She thought that if they continued with this conversation she’d start crying so she changed the conversation.

“We have to thank Draco for his very generous gift.”

Theo wanted to tell her that if he had his way, she would never see them again. He’d help her find a new job, or better yet, she wouldn’t have to work. His family were part of the Sacred 28, she didn’t need to work.

But even with his controlling streak, he knew that might be a bit too far.

That was until a couple of months later when it was her birthday. Theo had surprised her with a little trip that required her to take a couple of weeks off work. Which he had already organised.

The two girls were bummed when she said this would mean she wouldn’t be having a birthday party.

“But we can still party when I get back!” She had exclaimed.

“So I won’t get to see Blaise again? I really thought I had a shot.” She had gotten in response.

Theo had organised for her to have a week off before they actually left and on the night before he could finally have her all to himself she was sitting with her head against the back of their bed, biting her lip and staring at her phone.

“What’s wrong princess?” Theo had asked, lying down next to her.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” He repeated.

“I just, it’s stupid.” She said, turning her phone off and letting her head rest on the pillow next to his.

“If it makes you look that stressed I’m sure it’s not.”

“It’s just, they haven’t messaged me all week.”

Theo already knew who they were.

Theo wasn’t sure why this frivolous thing was his tipping point but for some reason it was.

She wasn’t sure why she was telling him this, but it felt good to get off her chest.

“I messaged them on Monday to say I’d miss them and hoped work wasn’t too boring without me, but they haven’t replied.” Her voice broke at the end of the sentence and Theo was convinced that was why he had chosen now to tip.

“Don’t message them.”

“What?” She turned her head to face him.

“Don’t message them, see how long it takes for them to reach out.”

“Theo, you’re being ridiculous.” He gave her a look to let her know he didn’t like the words that left her pretty mouth. “We’re going away, I want to enjoy my time with you, don’t do this.”

Much to his annoyance, Theo did as she said, trying to put it to the back of his mind so they could enjoy the trip he had been planning for months.

But a part of her thought back to what Theo had said many years ago in his car when they were going home from Draco’s.

“I know what’s best.”

And she had spent so many years with Theo and there was a reason for this. She trusted him. So even though she made no commitment to it, a piece of her thought that she would listen to his advice.

For the actual day of her birthday, Theo had planned a special dinner for her. He had gone to extreme lengths to make sure her day was perfect, which was why he couldn’t understand why his girl had a sad aura around her as she got ready for dinner.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

“Nothing, Theo,” she said, trying to look up at him with sincerity. They were both dressed and ready, standing in their hotel room with their hands intertwined.

“Princess.”

“I’m just-” she looked at the ground, “they haven’t messaged me.”

“Since we left?”

She nodded.

“Not even today?”

She shook her head.

Theo was ready to apparate back home and give them a piece of his mind, but instead he grabbed her chin and made her look up at him.

“Please don’t worry your pretty little head about this, they don’t deserve you.”

She was shocked with his response. She was sure he was going to apparate home and give them a piece of his mind. But he didn’t. And he was a calm in a very un-Theo like manner. And she liked it. So she trusted him.

So he took her out for dinner and he made her feel like the most special girl in the world. And he did the same for the rest of their trip.

On the last day they were both on their backs, lying in bed. The bedside lamp was on and Theo turned to see her eyes closed, but a pretty smile gracing her lips that told him she was awake.

“Darling,” she opened her eyes and turned to him, humming in acknowledgement. “I called work today, told them to give you an extra week off.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a fraction of a second before she pieced the pieces together and nodded.

“Thank you.”

Theo had also taken a week off work to be with herand he became aware that her mood was quick to fluctuate.

After her birthday, Theo distracted her and she was happy. But the day before he could sense the nervous energy radiating from her being which magically disappeared the second he told her he had told work to give her another week.

Similarly, he noticed she was okay when she was distracted during that extra week off. Until the weekend came.

It was Saturday night and she was in the shower and Theo had been thinking about this for a while. He knew it was wrong. Knew it was crossing so many lines. But he couldn’t let his fiance suffer like this.

He grabbed her phone from the bedside table and put in her password. He scrolled through her messages. Many of the last messages being from her, thanking various people for the kind birthday messages. When he found the groupchat he was looking for, he didn’t hesitate.

The last message had been from her, the week before they left. Theo swore at them in his head.

This is Theo, I think it’s best you delete her number from your phone. She won’t be coming back to work and she deserves better than the shit you’ve given her.

Theo almost found it humorous that within seconds he got a reply.

What the fuck?

Look who’s talking

He scoffed at both of their replies and waited unti they stopped typing.

You literally control everything she does

Maybe if she didn’t have such a controlling boyfriend we’d be able to have more fun with her

Theo debated blocking their number, but he just couldn’t resist.

Right, like the fun you had with her on our engagement? Before you left after barely an hour for some random guy

It was silent for a minute.

Before you practically kicked us out

Theo let out a quiet laugh

We love her and just want what’s best for her

Theo heard the shower turn off and his heart dropped.

Yeah, and that’s why you never wished her happy birthday. Fuck off

And with that he blocked both numbers, deleted the group chat from her history, turned her phone off and put it where he found it.

That was the easy part. Now he just had to convince her not to go to work.

She came out of the shower, only a towel wrapped around her body, loose strands of hair falling from her bun.

He could sense an unspoken sadness and he wondered if she could sense his unspoken annoyance.

“Darling, “ he began, sitting on the edge of the bed as she made her way over to him. If he didn’t have a job to complete, he would’ve taken more time to appreciate the way she instinctively sat on his lap. “I’ve been thinking,” he cleared his throat as she looked up at him. The image of innocence on her pretty face. “Do you really want to work?”

Apparently it wasn’t too hard to convince her to give it up. He had started explaining, “You know, you’re marrying into the Sacred 28 and I don’t want you to feel like I’m making you give it up-” which he totally was, “but I just want what’s best for you and-”

“Theo,” she interrupted. “I’d like that.” And she gave him a swift kiss before getting up and getting changed into her pyjamas.

When she came back and joined him in bed he turned to her and said, “I’ll ring them tomorrow,” and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

She wasn’t stupid. She had been waiting weeks for a message from them and when she couldn’t even find the groupchat she knew something had happened. Knew that Theo was somehow involved. She debated asking him about it, but did she really want to know? She knew it must have happened while she was in the shower. She could practically hear Theo’s heart beating when she was sitting on his lap, but she was happy to live in denial. Her boyfriend was protective and he liked to look out for her, even if it sometimes crossed the line. But she was happy to put the blame on her two friends, and she fell asleep easy that night knowing that the boy who had his arm around her would always have her back.

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benevolentpeach · 6 months ago

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Sub!Kyojuro Rengoku X Dom!Non-Binary Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Mommy Kink, Praise Kink, Edging(M receiving), Cockwarming, Pet Names(Good Boy, Little Sun), Overall just SMUT, Reader doesn't have a specified gender but has female anatomy

Word Count: 1'283

I got bored and made a little Rengoku blurb on Docs and thought I'd post it here. Enjoy! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! 🔞

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Beautiful dark lashes gazed upon them as if they were the very reason he existed, the very reason he even breathed and went about life. Those beautiful wet lashes gazed upon them as if they were his God, his deity, worshiping the ground they walked on, and obeying every command they gave.

Soft pants and whimpers escaped his lips as he took in the sight of how beautifully their bodies connected as one, ever grateful for even being allowed the chance to ravish their divine body with such vulgar touches.

He almost felt as if he didn't deserve such a divine being, but the way his body fervently rocked up against their hips, the way their beautiful noises filled his ears like an angelic prayer, those thoughts were soon pushed to the farthest regions of his brain.

“Such a good boy for me Kyo.. Fucking me so good.. Fuck..”

His breath hitched in his throat, chest fluttering at the praise, a needy whine replacing the gratefulness he originally wanted to return.

His hips involuntarily bucked up against their body, eliciting a shrill mewl from their lips, the image of their head being thrown back in a fit of pure unadulterated pleasure almost enough to make him paint their delicate insides white.

“Fuck.. Mommy please..” He pathetically whined, feeling his pace become erratic and sloppy as he desperately chased after his high. “Please.. Wanna cum.. Inside you.. Please.. I'll be a good boy for you..” His pitiful moans and whimpers began to increase the more he slammed his cock in just the right spot against their tight cunt.

He couldn't help but keep his eyes fixated on where his cock kept pummeling their insides, watching as he fucked them just the way they commanded him to made him feel even more sporadic and needy.

When delicate, slender fingers reached for his chin and tilted it so he was now hazily gazing directly into their almost ethereal eyes, he'd just about lost his will to be a good boy and wait for their instruction to finally cum.

The way they looked at him like he was the best thing in the world, in fact the only thing they cared about more than anything, while committing such a sinful act drove him completely mad, his sanity crumbling little by little.

Look at me like that more.. Please.. Please never stop looking at me like that..

His crimson eyes began to slowly roll to the back of his head as he thoughtlessly rutted his hips against their body, mind beginning to blank with how pussy-drunk he'd become.

“Such a desperate needy little thing, hold on for just a bit longer for Mommy, can you do that sweetheart?” Their angelic voice was like honey, another whine cascading past his lips at the pet name.

“I.. I don't think.. I can last-”

“Oh but you don't want to disappoint Mommy do you, my sweet boy… If you want to cum inside me so very badly, and don't think you can last, then at the very least…” They leaned down and bit the shell of his ear delicately, their breath fanning the side of his face feverishly. “Beg for it like the good little boy you are.”

His eyes pinched shut as his eyebrows furrowed, cock throbbing helplessly at their domineering demand. “Fuck..” He whimpered quietly, barely audible.

He would do anything and everything for them. He would even fall to the ground and kiss their boots if they so wished, but the intense feeling of pleasure that was wringing itself throughout his body made his mind go blank, the words he so desperately wanted to scream stuck in the back of his throat.

Their hand made its way around his throat, their fingers squeezing the sides delicately as they slammed their hips down, forcing him to stop his unnecessarily sloppy thrusts and let them take the reins.

“Come on now Kyojuro, let me hear that pretty voice beg..” The hunger that lilted in their voice was enough to make him visibly shudder.

His fastly approaching orgasm was right there, right on the very cusp, all he had to do was be good for them and beg like they wanted, but no matter how hard he tried to speak, nothing came out, leaving them to tsk and shake their head in a way that made it seem as if they were disappointed in the flame hashira.

But as soon as he went to apologize about his ineptitude, they suddenly lifted their hips, dragging his cock til it was just the tip that prodded at their entrance, before driving their weight down hard, a surprised yet pitiful moan slipping past his lips.

They rode him with little to no care for how he was currently trying his best not to cum without their say so, but just as he was about to cum, they stopped, his cock still buried deep within them.

“You aren't going to cum until I hear you beg Kyo, come now pretty boy, I know you can do it.” They hummed, keeping perfectly still above him.

The torture of not being able to cum like he so desperately wanted was making his brain feel fuzzy, every time he felt their tight cunt squeeze his cock it would push him so very close to the edge but then he wouldn't get so much as a flutter from them until at least 2 minutes after the first, which told him they were definitely doing it on purpose.

One more tug at his cock from their cunt and he was practically a sobbing whimpering mess beneath them, eyes welling up with big fat tears as he finally found his voice.

“F-fuck! Please Mommy.. Please please please.. Wanna cum so bad.. Please.. Let me cum.. Inside.. Please..” He sobbed, pleading with not just his voice but with his eyes as he stared up at them.

They delicately swiped away the tears that were streaming down his face uncontrollably, before smiling with such tender love and care, leaning down to whisper in his ear once again. “Cum for me my precious sun..”

Those words alone were enough to set him completely loose, his hips impatiently rutting against their body with the intent to finally chase his high and paint their insides white, all while letting out weak and whiny ‘thank you’’s and ‘I love you’’s against their gorgeous skin.

He knew they were cumming when he felt them collapse against his chest, a slew of whines and moans leaving their lips as he continued to pound them with fervor, and the flutter of their walls squeezing around his cock was the last bit of motivation he needed before he found himself biting their shoulder harshly.

“Fu-uck... Cumming..” He whined, hips slamming against their own a few more good times before his vision went white and he let out a shrill cry, cock throbbing with each rope of cum he painted their walls with.

His breathing was ragged and uneven as he rode out the rest of his orgasm, eyes heavy from exhaustion.

They leaned back up atop him, eyes gazing down on him with such tender love and care that it made his heart soar. He couldn't help but use what little strength he had left in his body to reach his arms around them and bring them back to his chest, lips gently caressing their forehead and cheeks.

“You did such a good job Kyo, I'm so very proud of you..” They breathlessly said, before lifting their face until their lips met his with that same tender love and care they held in their eyes.

“I love you my little sun..”

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year ago

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Cholly and Jessica rabbit darling 🙏🙏 maybe a blurb?

Toon Yan + G.N "Jessica Rabbit" Singer Darling Blurb

There's a certain bar in town.

The walls haven't received a fresh coat of paint since opening day and the drinks are piss poor at best yet lines wrapped around the block on slow days and patrons regularly fought for their spot below the already crowded stage. The old girl had a trick up its sleeve - a star act who stole bated breathes with once glance and captured lonely hearts with first hymn. A singer with the grace of an angel plucked from the heavens above and the lure of those below. How such a place came to employ a prized gem like them was a mystery, but so long as they were under their roof - seats were packed and business was booming.

With their charm, it was only a matter of time before suitors came rolling in. The love letters and gifts were sweet for a time, but a silent rejection just wasn't enough for those trapped under their spell. Fans threw themselves at the poor thing every chance they received - ambushing them outside their dressing room or on walks home and even climbing on stage in the middle of their performance on a few occasions. The singer was a professional in letting down their admirers gently, but everyone has their limits and when someone couldn't take the hint-

"I'm flattered, truly, but I already have someone waiting for me at home. They get terribly worried if I'm not home soon at this hour."

Their claims were true - in a way. In the past, all that waited for them was an empty bed and a tv, but through countless hours of watching old cartoons - it seemed there was always someone watching them back. It'd definitely put a dent in their tips if word spread far, but they had to get it out the new out their at some point. Besides, if anybody knew, they certainly kept their mouths shut to the press. In reality, their relationship wasn't as hidden as they portrayed. If one paid close attention to the loudest cheers in the crowd, they might piece two and two together with the voice that follows them home.

"Another amazing performance, Doll. I don't know how you manage to do it, but it's like a breath of fresh air everytime you get up on that stage."

"Oh, stop. You know I wouldn't be anywhere without the support of my fans and a certain little troublemaker."

"Well, I'd say that someone is a pretty lucky person. Would'a brought a fruit basket to go with those flowers I left in your dressing room, but honestly all the ones I've eaten recently have tasted a little bitter - cause I've got the sweetest peach on my arm right now."

"You're terrible!"

Many questioned why the singer choose who they did. Nobody ever got a good look at them upfront, but even from afar the difference were stark. The singer was taller than their partner even without heels, not to mention their strange tone of voice and need to throw a joke into almost every conversation. What on earth would someone as elegant as them want with a creature like that. The answer was quite simple.

"They make me laugh."

The answer might seem a little lackluster, but in a time and city like this, you'll fine a big of laughter does the soul good. There was more to it than that. Their partner made them feel safe and secure. They knew when to cut the theatrics and truly care for their love in moments of need. On top of that, the singer hadn't ran into any issues with crazy fans since their relationship began. They assumed they were deterred by the fact of them having a lover and while some were - majority weren't. They poured all their time and money into getting their attention, and they chose some random person for what - a laugh? There must be more- More than the laughter or cheap comfort. They could provide all that and then some. If anyone decided to let their anger get the better of them and confronted the singer's lover they'd gladly tell them.

"You wanna know why they choose me over you and the rest of the chumps that fawn over a taken person? You reeeeeally wanna know why Y/n picked me? Haha!... - that's easy. You can beat me, shoot me, stab me and I'll be just fine, but all it takes for you is one little cut and you're gone for good. And you'll never guess what I have in my other hand...just like all the others... If ya do - might even give you a five seconds head start."

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luveline · 2 years ago

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hotch baby blurb! can we pls have some domestic hotch... breakfast on the kitchsn counter just the two of them (i imagine this is in a world where they're married w/ more kids after Jack so like. run down tired parents vibes)

thank you for your request! ♥︎ fem!mom!reader 1k

The problem that morning is that the kitchen table is covered one end to the other. Toys, coats, Aaron's briefcase, your laptop, your notebook and pencil case, Jack's AP history project. So despite your good intentions of wanting to sit down with Aaron and have a romantic Sunday breakfast, there's nowhere for you to sit.

"You should've waited for me," he says, as if summoned by your troubled thoughts. He's good at that.

"I wanted to do it before Janey wakes up."

Jane is three years old, which is currently your favourite age she's ever been, but makes breakfast hard.

Aaron nods and holds out his hands. You brace yourself on instinct and try not to squeal too loudly when he starts to lift you, hopping so he can set you on the counter.

"What are you doing?" you ask through laughter.

"The table's a mess," he says.

"I'm sorry–"

"You will be if you apologise for something that isn't your fault," he threatens.

Aaron is unsurprisingly an amazing partner. He always carries his weight. And though his job gets in the way sometimes, you can't lie: he's a dreamboat, and he makes being married with two kids feel as easy as it can.

Which, regretfully, isn't easy at all. But still. Go Aaron.

You wrap your arms around his neck and almost give him whiplash pulling him back.

"I'm just grabbing plates," he says, confused.

"No, sorry, can I have you for two seconds? Sorry."

He stands between your legs, waiting patiently for you to do whatever it is you're planning. He's used to your over apologising and your sudden fits of affection. They drive him insane for different reasons. He looks content now if slightly flummoxed, his unkempt hair bordering his brow, his sleep shirt rolled at the neckline from a deep sleep. You should know, you'd spent the night nestled against it.

"You can have me as long as you want me."

"We both know that's not true."

He smells like toothpaste. You pull his face to yours, resting your cheek against the side of his chin. Your arms curl around the nape of his neck, trying to hide him from everything.

"I wish I could make the world stop spinning," you confess. "For me and you."

"I can definitely arrange that, honey," Aaron says. You love his at-home voice. He talks to you in a register that's sweet and soft and low, like there's nowhere else in the world he'd rather be, and nobody in it he'd rather speak with. "You know I'd do anything you wanted."

"You wouldn't let me give you a massage last night," you complain.

He laughs, almost giggles in your ear. "Listen to me. You think I don't know you, but I do. I know exactly what kind of massage you wanted to give me."

"Then why'd you say no?" you whine, not truly offended.

He's of course entitled to reject your advances for any reason at all, but you already know why he'd said no. Jack had likely been awake down the hall. You wouldn't have really done anything so salacious for that exact reason yourself, but it's fun to joke with Aaron like this, and hear his words broken up by a scandalised laugh.

"Because you're a minx," he says, fingers pressing hard into your side. You love the pressure of a good squeeze and he knows that. "My neck's a little stiff right now, if you're still offering."

You end up with a plate of French toast in your lap, Aaron's hips between your knees. You press at the notches in his neck and he feeds you bites of sugared fruit. It's not the romantic breakfast you'd envisioned, but you like this better, anyways.

"There?" you ask, listening for a rift in his breathing.

"You're really good at this."

"I've given you enough of them, Hotchner," you say, digging your fingertips into the knot that's giving him trouble. He leans forward into your touch, and for a while everything's quiet.

When you feel like the knot's been defeated you start the cool down, rubbing your hands over his abused skin slowly. This part doesn't really do anything. It's an excuse to be close to him and nothing more.

"How's that?" you ask gently.

He drags a hand over your face. Heavy-handed but with kind intentions. His thumb slides from the skin beside your nose to the delicate skin under your eye, where he strokes a lazy back and forth.

"I love you."

You lean into his hand. "I love you, too."

"Oh, gross," Jack says.

Aaron steps away from you and you smile at your baby. Jack isn't yours but you'll always love him like he is, more and more for every impossible inch that he grows, and you're delighted to see Janey hugged to his chest.

"Hi, my loves," you say. "Sorry, your dad's just harassing me again. You know how it is."

Aaron snorts, shovelling French toast and fruit onto a new plate for Jack. "You know how it is," he echoes.

"Did you sleep okay?" you ask Jack.

You've been asking him the same question every morning for years. Every morning, he says, "The same as yesterday."

You assume it to be a good thing.

"Swap with me, buddy," Aaron says, offering Jack breakfast to steal a floppy looking Janey in exchange.

They swap, though Jack isn't eager. He's cool now he's in middle school, too cool to hug his dad most of the time, and nearly too cool to tell you he loves you when you drop him off, but he's never too cool to dote on his baby sister.

"She's worth more than a plate of toast, dad, come on."

You smile around a mouthful as they argue for your girl. She tips her head back and gives a small, happy smile that's a hundred percent Aaron when she sees you. You decide you love breakfast time.

#aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x mom!reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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hii! i'm absolutely OBSESSED with your fairy!reader x hotch fic and i'd like to request a sequel?? perhaps where her house gets properly destroyed and he has to take her home with him so he can make her a new one? and she helps him around the house and he starts to realise he really likes her and doesn't want her to leave?? idk whatever you want to write but i just adore the fairy au so much ugh <3 <3

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

thanks so much! i love it too <3 I couldn't fit all of that in one blurb but I've gotten many more requests for another part so I'll use one of those for the next part :) / part 1

The unsub doesn't come easily. Even with backup, Morgan, JJ, and Blake all surrounding him, he fires one last shot into the forest, triggering everyone else's instincts to shoot. He gets shuffled into an ambulance with a guard, bleeding from his right leg.

Hotch's brain is fuzzy, like it always is after taking down an unsub. Call it a post-adrenaline crash, call it fatigue, call it the fairy he'd seen on the way in, but whatever it was, he trudges back the way he'd come with drooping shoulders and a foggy head.

Then his foot crunches on something that isn't a stick, and he looks down curiously.

It's wood. It's wood with a bullet hole in it, splintered away from other panels. Oh shit, it's your house.

Fear pricks at his heart. Five minutes after he'd met a fairy, and you're dead? But there's no fairy guts that he can see, no pink shimmery blood smeared over the wood, so he looks wildly around at the trees nearby.

"Hotch?" Morgan calls, a few steps ahead, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Hotch pants, a gust of air from his chest that feels tight at your disappearance, "Nothing, I think I dropped my badge in the scuffle. Go ahead, I'll catch up."

He makes back towards the scene of the shooting, and Morgan knows better than to disobey orders, even if he wants to.

Aaron stumbles through the wooded ground, waiting until the voices of his teammates fade into the background. He casts one wary glance behind him, but Morgan is nowhere to be found, and he heads back for your tree. It's easy to find now that there's broken wood around, but you're not.

"Hey," He calls into the woods, voice soft enough so that you can hear it from a nearby tree, but no one else can.

"Hey, are you there?"

He hears a vague sniffle up and to his left, and he turns his whole body with the clumsy vigor of a toddler.

His neck aches as he cranes it up into the tree he'd heard you in. Sure enough, your small, glowing face is peering out from behind a thick branch, arms wrapped desperately around the limb while you grieve your fallen home.

"It's broken," You whimper, and Hotch is surprised he can hear your quiet voice, "I was just getting new bedding, 'cause mine got blown away when my house got knocked down. But then I heard that awful noise, and- and it's gone!"

"I know," Hotch murmurs, voice like silky sympathy, "I'm sorry. I- I can't- there's nothing I can do to fix it. All I have is my gun."

"I don't like those," You blubber, wiping a shimmering teardrop from your eye, "Please don't use that."

"I won't." He promises, "Where will you live?"

"I don't know," You gush, raw emotion shaking your voice like an earthquake, "A little boy made that for me years ago, he was the only other person I've ever talked to. But now- now he's gone, and he can't make me a new one, and all the good hidey holes are already occupied, and-!"

You burst into sobs, and Aaron eyes the lower branches of your tree with apprehension. Slowly, but surely, he grabs hold of a higher limb, testing his weight on the lowest bough.

It brings him just below your level, and you peer down at him through teary, curious eyes.

"Come with me," He offers, after quick deliberation. He holds one hand out, the other tightening around the tree branch as he offers you his palm.

"What?" You rub at one of your eyes, voice pitiful, "Where?"

"Back to my house." He puts his hand even closer to your feet, "A little boy lives with me. My son. He can make you a new house."

"Really?" You peer at him with a hopeful shimmer in your eyes, wings fluttering slightly, "You'd let me come home with you?"

"It's the least I can do," Aaron reasons, "And I'm sure my son will love having a fairy in the house."

That's what earns him the soft pitter-patter of your feet in his palm, then the way you softly flump down into a cross-legged sit there. He lowers you to his chest, keeping his hand pressed there as he then lowers himself. Once his feet are back on the ground, he wonders where to put you. But you've thought ahead, apparently, because you slip between his kevlar vest and his shirt, nestling yourself snugly in his chest pocket.

You're a little squished, but you grin up at him with red-rimmed, grateful eyes.

"Thank you," You lean your head against his chest, and Aaron can barely feel it, "I'm glad I talked to you earlier."

"Me too," Aaron bites back a smile, trudging back towards the rest of his team, once-foggy brain now occupied with the thought: And not just for the directions you gave me.

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toomuchracket · 1 year ago

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sneaking out (matty x reader smut)

day 15 of promptober, and part 2 of this blurb i really liked! this isn't actually part of any of my established universes (shocking, i know), and it's the first time i've ever written any sort of sub/switchy matty, but fear not - the toomuchracket staples of him being simpy as fuck and some secret pining are present! basically, you haven't seen your old fwb in a minute, and neither of you can resist leaving the main event for a chance to reconnect... it's filthy, hope you enjoy <3

"matty, babe, do you actually know where you're going?"

"haven't a fucking clue, sweetheart," comes matty's cheerful reply, as he tugs you through the doorway out of the main exhibition. with a look to the right then the left to make sure you're both alone, your back is suddenly pressed against the cold wall, matty's hands are at the back of your head, and his lips are on yours.

fuck. you've missed this. you tell matty as much - gasping for air between words, clinging to his shoulders just to keep yourself tethered to reality - and he smiles and says he has, too. it's an odd association, but his eyes remind you of melting chocolate when he says it. warm. comforting. inviting. sweet.

you don't tell him that, though, because he'd (rightfully) rip the piss out of you. instead, you make a little kissy face, and preen internally at the speed and enthusiasm with which matty kisses you again. his hands flatten, gliding over the expanse of your velvet-covered back and down the contours of your hips, before suddenly gripping your bum. the motion shocks a moan from your lips, and matty smiles against them as he uses his grip on you to push the fronts of your bodies together.

he's hard.

your ego skyrockets so quickly it threatens to break the sound barrier. four years apart, and you can still make matty healy pop a boner after only three kisses? incredible. you feel yourself smiling - no, smirking - into his lips, hand trailing down his suited body to scope out your handiwork.

matty groans as you touch him, pulling away from your lips to talk. he grins cutely, at total odds with the kneading routine his hands are doing on your arse. "i really wasn't kidding when i said i'd missed you."

you open your mouth, and the name escapes it before you even have time to think about what it might mean. "good boy."

"oh, fuck," matty whines, burying his head in the crook of your neck. he presses little kisses to the skin there and across your exposed collarbone, savouring the trace of your (familiar) perfume under his lips. despite the fact you're flush against him, his hips seem to grind of their own accord against yours; anytime there's a hint of friction, matty's breath shakes.

in short, you've fucked him up. big-time. and isn't that just delicious?

"mmm, baby," you moan, half from how hot his reaction is and half from how good his kisses - now trailing towards the plunging neckline of your dress - feel. with just enough pressure that he groans against you again, your nails rake up matty's back and entangle themselves in his curls. when you tug on them, he bites down on the exposed side of your tit with a whine; he soothes you with his tongue, while you soothe him with soft circles on his scalp. "have you missed being a good boy for me?"

matty nods against you, but it's not enough. you pull him back up by the hair to look at you, and jesus fucking christ, what a sight he is to behold. his lips and cheeks are both bright red, his jaw is dropped and quivering slightly, and the beautiful chocolate warmth of his eyes is almost invisible, so dilated with lust for you are his pupils.

he looks fucked, and you've barely touched him.

the mere sight of him is enough to get you (more) wet. you could give up now, pull him into another room with something you can bend over, let him flip up your dress and ease the presumably agonising pressure in his trousers. it would be good for both of you, great, even, you know that firsthand.

but you're having too much fun taunting him to give up now, so you keep one hand in his hair, and ghost the nails of the other one down matty's face to hold his jaw. "need you to use your words for me, gorgeous."

matty nods vigorously. "missed it so much, missed you so much. haven't been good for anyone else."

"only me?"

"only you."

and you believe him. it took a while - almost two years, out of the four you were… whatever you were - for you to get through to matty that it feels good to relinquish control sometimes, so you're not totally surprised he hasn't done it with anyone else. a weird cocktail of emotions washes over you: pride, and satisfaction, yeah, with a hint of affection, and then a bitter melancholic aftertaste. he was never yours, in the traditional exclusive sense, but at least you have that tiny little bit of ownership and power and claim over him.

no. you can't let feelings get in the way of this arrangement.

not again.

you force out a smile, which does actually become genuine when you consider the way matty's looking at you. he's doe-eyed, desperate… and it's all for you. that makes you happy.

and you want to make him happy, too. but first, you want to kiss him again, so you do. he returns it with aplomb, cradling the back of your spinning head and moaning into your mouth.

matty whines when you break the kiss, but he shuts up the noises of complaint when you start to unbutton his shirt, crouching and kissing down his chest as you go. "sweetheart, what are you doing?"

you look up at him, all blinking eyes and curls falling over his face. fuck, he really is beautiful, especially like this. "rewarding my good boy," you say, as innocently as you can muster, while you pull your dress up over your knees and settle onto them on the marble floor. "if he wants me to, that is."

"he does," comes the groaning reply from above you.

"good. missed having you in my mouth, sweet boy," you smile as you unbutton matty's trousers. pulling them and his boxers down just enough to free his mouth-wateringly hard cock, you lick over his hip tattoo with a flat tongue to tease him, before working your hand over where he needs you most. the noise he makes is heavenly. "i'd brace yourself on the wall, if i was you, baby."

matty's no sooner done as you advise before you're dragging your tongue up the underside of him and sucking his tip into your mouth. "shit!" he hisses, turning to use his own arm to muzzle himself.

the motion reminds you that you're still in public, and a rush of heat hits your core alongside the realisation hitting your brain. huh. that's new. although, you think, maybe the public aspect is less sexy just because you might get caught, and more so because you might get caught specifically with matty. for a brief moment, someone else might know he's at least somewhat yours.

that's a can of worms to be opened another time, though. and if you do get caught… you at least want it to be good. so, you take a deep breath and then more of matty into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as much as possible as you suck him off. he whines your name into his arm as you do, and it takes everything in you not to slide the hand not wrapped around the base of his cock into your underwear and get yourself off too. this is about him, right now. you'll have your fun later. you know it. you know matty.

besides, his knees are jerking so much that they might give in at any second, so you wrap your free arm around one to keep matty steady. he whispers a thank you in between his breathy moans, and you look up at him and wink in response; he giggles, pretty face cracking into a beautiful, albeit exhausted smile, and you can't help but giggle back around his cock. the vibration seems to rocket right through his body and leaves it as a choked moan, which only eggs you on further - with a final squeeze of his base, you wrap your other arm around his other leg, and use the leverage to slowly take even more of him into your mouth and throat.

the effect it has on matty is visceral. you can't look up to see his face, but if you had, you would've watched his jaw drop a full beat before the throaty groan left it. on some sort of base instinct, his hands fly to your head; as soon as his fingertips brush your hair, though, matty jerks them back with a series of whimpers. "m'sorry, i didn't mean it, i won't do it again, i'll be good."

you didn't even have to remind him of the rules. bless him. you reach up to grab matty's hand, rubbing what you think are comforting circles into the skin as you continue to suck him off; you want to calm him down before you take him out of your mouth.

still, though, he panics slightly as you slide off his cock with a pop, frantically murmuring hushed apologies. shushing him softly, you jerk him off slowly as you talk. "shhhh, baby, it's alright. you were such a good boy for me. really."

"but i-"

"you touching me isn't the reason i've stopped, baby," you coo, kissing the hand you're still holding. "well, it kinda is, but i'm not doing it for punishment - i'm asking if you want to take over."

matty blinks a few times. "really?"

"mhmm," you nuzzle your head into his thigh cutely (you hope, anyway). "you've been good for me, and now i want to be good for you."

"you've already been good, though. you literally sucked my dick in the corridor outside a classy event."

you sigh, frustrated. "don't make me ask you, matty."

he smirks. fuck, you almost forgot how quickly he could switch. he's almost as good at it as you are. "well, a good girl would ask…"

"alright," you sit back on your heels, quickly pressing a kiss to the head of his cock before letting go of it completely and resting your hands in your lap. "will you please pin me to the wall like you promised earlier, and fuck my throat until you cum?"

matty closes his eyes and inhales deeply; on his exhale, he slides his fingers into your hair and tilts your head up so you can look at him. "whatever my good girl wants, she'll get."

fuck.

"thank you, baby," you tilt your head further to kiss the palm of his hand, and he smiles. "can i do something really quickly before we begin?"

matty nods, then gasps as you slide the straps of your dress down your arms, the fabric folding down over your chest and exposing your tits. you giggle. "i figured things might get messy. don't want my beautiful dress getting ruined."

"it is a beautiful dress. beautiful dress for a beautiful girl," matty smiles, hand tenderly cradling your jaw. his eyes light up the way they do when he gets an idea, and he quickly shimmies his suit jacket off and folds it, placing it behind your head to cushion it slightly against the wall. "and we have to protect that beautiful head of yours, don't we? s'my favourite, after all."

"my actual head, or the head i'm about to give you?"

matty smiles sweetly. "both."

you don't think he's being totally sincere, but whatever. you can at least pretend. so you smile just as sweetly back. "thank you. can i make you feel good, now?"

"of course, sweetheart. i don't think i'll last long, considering how well you already sucked my dick, but tap my thigh three times if it's too much, yeah?"

"yeah."

"good girl," matty crouches, kissing you so quickly you barely have time to react - before you know it, he's back up, cock in hand. "open your mouth for me, angel. and don't forget to breathe."

the pet name is so incongruous with what you're doing that you almost laugh, but you don't. instead, you oblige, dropping your jaw and sticking your tongue out. your eyes flick up to matty's in invitation, and neither of you break eye contact as he holds your head steady and slowly slides back into your mouth. you moan in tandem as he does, your eyes fluttering shut in composure to try and stop yourself gagging at the feeling of him curving down your throat.

matty stops when your nose meets his lower stomach, holding you there for a few seconds to let you get used to the feeling of him so deep inside you again. your breath is shaky through your nose, and he strokes your hair softly as he speaks. "doing so fucking well for me, sweetheart, you feel fucking perfect. you doing ok, my lovely girl? want me to keep going?"

it's a challenge, but you manage to mouth a "please" around him. drool falls from your lips as you do, hitting your tits and pooling on them. matty breathes out a "fuck, i'm definitely not going to last long" and slides back almost fully out of your mouth, before repeating the process slightly faster - he's not far off orgasm, you can tell, but he still manages to croak out a "this alright?" and a "good girl, perfect girl" when you hum an affirmative to the former.

god, it's so fucking messy - you're glad you pulled your dress down, because the velvet would've been ruined by the mixture of drool and tears dripping down your face. you fucking love it, though, making matty feel good like this. judging by the way his legs begin to shake, and the way he mutters garbled praises and moans of your name and good girls every time his cock meets your throat, he loves it too.

that, and the way he whines to tell you he's on the precipice of pleasure. "m'gonna fucking cum, sweetheart, m'so fucking close. fuck, you're so good, missed you, missed you taking my dick like this. fucking ruined everyone else for me, fucking dreamt about you every fucking night. shit, angel, m'there. gonna take all my cum, swallow it like a good girl, my good girl."

despite your continuous breathing, your head spins as matty talks. fuck. you need him to cum, need him to coat your throat right now.

with a near-painful hollowing of your cheeks and a final moan around his dick ("yours"), he does, crying out your name far too loudly given the clandestine circumstances you're in. you dig your nails into the back of matty's thighs as he falls into ecstasy, keeping him in your mouth until you're sure he's stopped cumming; once he has, you slowly slide him out of your mouth, careful not to let any of his release leave with him.

before he can even ask, you open your mouth to let him see it all gathered on your tongue, before closing your mouth and swallowing the salty liquid with a satisfied hum. just to emphasise how good a girl you are, you lick your lips to make sure you get every last drop of him, smacking them together. "missed how nice you taste."

"are you trying to kill me, woman?" matty drags his hands down his face, before taking hold of yours and ushering you to stand - a welcome move, given how long you've been on your knees. as you wrap your arms around his neck, he cups your jaw and kisses you, almost chastely, in stark contrast to the things you both just did. "thank you, sweetheart. i'm sorry i got you so messy, although i think you still look beautiful. you're welcome to clean up at mine, if you like."

you peck his lips. "i would like that, yes. but only if you help me - there's a bit of a mess between my legs that i could use a hand in sorting out."

"mmm, gladly," matty hums, kissing down your neck and between your tits. he looks up at you with a smirk. "wanna see if i can still remember how to make you soak my fingers."

you roll your eyes, even though you feel another gush in your underwear at his words and the way he's taking one of your tits in his mouth. "oh please, you've never met an instrument you couldn't play perfectly with those hands."

you regret the words as soon as you say them. shit. yeah, sure, the whole point of friends with benefits is to treat the other person like some sort of object, but you're not meant to liken yourself to one.

those fucking feelings of yours ruining everything, as usual.

matty detaches his lips from you, straightening up to look you in the eye and bringing the top of your dress up with him. he holds your face tenderly again, pressing his forehead against yours. "you're far more than that to me, sweetheart, you always were," he says softly, and you can't ignore the earnestness in his tone. he tugs you into a warm hug, and brings his lips to your ear. "but i must admit - you make the most beautiful sounds i've ever heard."

you smile over his shoulder, pulling back to look at him and catch his lips in another kiss. there's something different about this one; it's still as passionate as ever, but there's an underlying… softness. "take me home," you murmur against his lips. "please, baby."

another kiss. "whatever my girl wants."

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year ago

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Let me be there for you (Lance Stroll)

Your way of dealing with things makes Lance question if you are both on the same page

Note: english is not my first language. I never thought that a small blurb could lead to this, but I'm happy it did. Thank you to the people who sent in their ideas, and coincidence or not, some of them I already had in mind (some were tweaked a little), and they also go perfect with something I want to do for Lance and reader when they want to start a family, so hopefully soon I'll get to that!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions reader's period, a couple fight, hospital/exams, female fertility problems

"Would you be able to come here by the end of the week?", the lady asked over the phone, "this week is going to be difficult, I need to push a few things around to see if I can make it. Can I call you back once I know for sure?", you suggested back to her, "thank you for understanding. Have a nice day", you ended the call, sighing as you looked at the calendar app open on your laptop and, quite frankly, not seeing many available options for the appointment you were trying to book.

You were in the middle of changing things around when your boyfriend's text interrupted your chain of emails questioning if your schedule could be altered.

"Shoot, forgot that was today!", you cursed yourself for having forgotten that you had planned to have dinner with Lance at your place, now grateful that he had won the battle of who should be in charge of the food despite your previous insistence. The text could read that he was leaving his place to go to the take out place and then he would make his way to yours, which meant you had about forty fives minutes until he arrived.

Deciding that you'd leave the problem for tomorrow, at least until you knew for sure if you had the time, you switched off your laptop and moved to the living room, tidying it up a little and arranging the table so it was set when Lance arrived.

A knock on the door was enough to pull you out of your focus on the show playing on the TV, getting up to open it and allowing him inside, you waited until the paper bag was set on the table so you could cup his cheek and kiss his lips, "hello, sweetheart", he hummed as he separated your lips.

"Hi, handsome, how was your day?", you asked, helping him spread the food containers, "it was good, we did some testing on the latest developments of the car and some promotional videos, too. And yours? Is this a new table?", he said, "it was good. Oh yes, I got this on the weekend, the guys delivered it on Friday and I spent the whole weekend building it", you smiled, seeing Lance look at the plaster on your arm, "I had some trouble with one of the legs, but I got it under control", you explained, seeing his concerned expression, "you could've called for help", he noted, holding your hand as you sat down, "no need, I was able to complete it myself. Hopefully this doesn't fall all over though", you giggled, trying to soften his expression with a kiss on his cheek.

"Do you want to go to this weekend's race?", he asked, biting the food he gathered on the fork, "I don't think I can go, I'd love to, but I was only able to schedule an appointment for the weekend, and even that I'm trying to see if that works, but I'd love to go", you pouted, "I'll be watching from home, I promise", you cupped his cheek, rubbing the stubbly skin and smiling, "this one usually broadcasts early in the morning, like six or something", he nudged you, "then I'll just have to get a big mug of coffee to get me through".

"You said you had an appointment?", Lance recuperated the subject when you had finished tidying the plates, now sitting on the sofa enjoying eachother's presence, "yes, I have to go to a check-up, nothing major", you said, kissing his clothed chest.

Since Lance was leaving for Japan the next morning, you opted out to have dinner that his place, despite your insistence that you could do it at yours so he didn't have to worry about having a tidy kitchen and house, "I've told you I don't mind having to clean up, and I always love having you here, especially when you wear my clothes", he reasoned with you, feeling a bit cocky about how you had gone to his wardrobe and grab one of his hoodies because you were cold.

"Did you book the appointment?", Lance asked once you sat on his big sofa while he flickered through the channels, hoping to find something good for you to watch.

"I did, Friday afternoon they're going to do some exams", you subtly mentioned, "exams? I thought it was just a routine check-up", he wondered, now concerned about the situation. Truth was, he sometimes felt like he didn't get everything out of you. Like you'd tell him the basics of your life, almost in a way of not having him just about enough involved in it, but far way enough as well.

"They're doing some studies, but I don't think it's that big of a deal, it's about my period. Probably some bloodwork, they talked about a scan, but only if they think it's necessary", you mumbled, feeling Lance change his position so he could face you.

"Are you sure? I'd like to help in any way I can", he forwarded, "you know I want to be here as much as I can for you, you don't have to go through this alone, or do this alone, I'm here for you", he stated.

"I know, love. But I'm fine", you mumbled, "no need to worry, yeah?".

And it was like it broke then and there. "But I do worry, you know? I want to know things and do things for you, and you barely let me", he began and you allowed for him to continue, sensing that you needed to think about what to say, "it's like you don't want me to be involved in your life, like you don't want to rely on me, you don't want my help. And I'm all in Y/N", he said, rhe frustration clear in his face.

Being on your own for a while did that to a person. You'd grown protective of yourself and of your values, so you burst a lot bigger than intended, "what do you mean? I tell you about my things, and I have you in my life. And I love that, but I don't think I'm pushing you away", you reasoned back.

"You don't?", Lance snapped loudly enough to be heard but calm enough to still allow you to feel safe, "a while ago, you were busy juggling family matters and work matters, and I only found out after the problems were solved. Surely, I couldn't help with the problems themselves, but I could've helped you deal with their burden. Not even to build a table, Y/N. I'm sure I could've helped with that, and this appointment? I'm only finding out you're being examined because I asked. If you don't want me to know things, maybe we need to sort things", he gulped. He himself didn't like that option. He saw a future with you, so suggesting it came out of his mouth as quickly as he regretted saying it.

"I think you're being unreasonable, Lance", you stated. Was this the end of it all?

"We can't see eye to eye on this, can we?", he said, "I think we should think about this, with a clear head. I've already said things I don't mean in the slightest", your boyfriend suggested.

"I think it's a good idea, too", you gulped, getting up and grabbing your bag so you could leave.

You put on your shoes, lacing them carefully whilst feeling Lance's gaze on you, waiting desperately to hear the three words from him. Despite his opinion, you cared about him and wanted him in your life, so much so that at the beggining of your relationship you promised eachother that, no matter what, you'd never let the other go to sleep wondering if the other loved then. You could be mad or upset at eachother, but you had to know you loved eachother, so when he said "I love you", and looked at you, it made you feel a little bit better.

"I love you, Lance. Travel safe, okay?", you said, looking at him one last time before closing the door behind you.

The Buzzin Corner had been the first activity Lance got to do that got his mind off of what had happened, and for a bit he actually thought he had a good plan for when he came back, wanting to focus on his race first and then head home to you.

Sebastian had stopped by the Aston Martin hospitality, wanting to greet his old team when he saw Lance sitting in one of the sofas in the corner, "May I? You know being alone always makes your own thoughts louder", he smiled, sitting next to the number eighteen driver.

"Sure, it's probably for the best to be honest", Lance mumbled, "are you enjoying the weekend?", he asked, "it's different when I'm watching the cars race rather than racing myself", the German driver added simply, "it's a good thing I know a lot of people here. Just saw your sister too, and her husband. How is Y/N? I don't mean to be nosy, but I'm curious to know how she is", Sebastian asked Lance. He had met you in the last couple of races from the previous season, keeping you company a few times since you, too, preferred to stay in the hospitality rather than in the buzz of the paddock.

"She's back home, work has been keeping her busy and she had an appointment", Lance forwarded, thinking about telling him more. He and Sebastian had grown close, especially after being teammates, and he seemed to have a good marriage, so maybe he had some helpful insights about the situation. And the worst he could do was gossip about it with Mick, and even that he didn't think would be the case, so Lance figured it was okay.

"Actually, I've been meaning to talk to someone about this", he tried, seeing his previous teammate show no signs of not wanting to hear it, "Y/N, she's incredible, we've established that from the beggining. But I feel like she's not in this as much as I am?", Lance shrugged.

"What makes you think that?", Sebastian questioned, "it's like she doesn't want me to be there for her. Am I unreasonable to think that I should be involved in her life? She never asks for my help, and we had a fight about it before I travelled here", he gulped.

"I don't know her enough to answer from her side, nor do I want such meddling", Sebastian began, "But have you considered how it feels for her?", he pointed out, "I'm not taking any sides here, but I think it's important you see her side and she sees yours. Y/N is an incredibly intelligent woman, you know I said that to you after she visited us for the first race weekend", he smiled, recalling the many teasing comments of the German driver stating how he had definitely got lucky and of how whipped he looked for the young woman. "I don't think she would do anything to purposefully hurt you, I saw how much she cares about you. Maybe her love language is not the same as yours. I remember me and Hanna also had to work around them", he finished.

"I really don't want to lose her, you know?", Lance admitted. He saw a future with you. Whenever he thought about being married or having a family, or even growing old, he had you by his side. Despite knowing you wouldn't want a celebration like his sister had for her wedding, only because it wasn't your thing, but he couldn't help himself but think of how it would be for you. To see you in a dress and celebrate your love in front of the people you cared about most, to dance around and, most importantly, to spend the rest of his days with. "I don't want to throw the towell, but it's difficult to navigate this, and I don't want to say anything that would hurt her. When we talked about it, I already said things I didn't mean", Lance added, looking up at Sebastian, "make sure you talk it out like grown adults. No offensive words thrown around, because that will do you no good. If you're really in love with eachother, you find compromises and discuss them, see where one or the other bends, with balance, of course", the older driver advised, patting his back, "I hope everything goes well with you two, she's an incredible young woman", he smiled.

"Thanks, Sebastian", Lance smiled, too, now wanting the weekend to be over so he could talk to you.

Hi, love. I'm sorry your race got cut short but a technical issue. I hope you all have a safe travel home.

Also, I'm going to be home for the next few days because I had a small exam (I'm fine, by the way, just a little crampy), so if you want to drop by so we can talk, let me know, okay? I love you.

Those two texts on his phone warmed his heart slightly. He was gutted that he didn't get to finish the race, but still comforted by the fact that you had been watching and supporting him.

"Smiling about your lover, little brother?", Chloe asked, sitting in front of him. The family was flying back home together and everyone seemed to be either working or asleep, so Lance had the options to either talk to his sister or do what the others were doing.

"Yes, she just texted", he smiled faintly, his eyes not budging the part where you mentioned you'd be home, surely because it was medically prescribed given the exam you had. "She had an appointment today and she's saying she's done with the examination they did", he said.

"Oh, bless her. Is it because of her periods? She was telling me about it the last time we visited and she was very uncomfortable", Chloe thought out loud, "I've never had them, but some of my friends have had them and some of them are hard-core. Hopefully she can manage the pain and hopefully not need surgery", she finished, taking a sip from her drink and not notice how her brother's face had turned into worry.

Pain? Surgery? What was she on about? You mentioned some blood work, scans if they saw fit. But maybe you had a reason behind not telling him, so until then, he was going to work with the information he had.

Lance was up bright and early given the jetlag, thinking he would just get his day going before dropping by to your place. When he arrived the day before, he only had the energy to send you a text that he was home before he found the energy to shower and go to sleep, hoping to visit you today.

After his workout and another shower, he got ready and ate breakfast, taking his car keys out of the decorative bowl they lived in before making his way out of the door.

Driving to your place, he rehearsed the words and ideas he wanted to say. Now, he understood the importance of hearing your side of the story, because while he felt frustrated and a little hurt, he knew you were most likely not doing it on purpose, so there had to be another reason behind it.

Sending you a quick text and getting a positive reply back, he made his way to your place, parking his car and heading up to knock on your door.

"May I?", he wondered when you opened the door, getting inside and taking his shoes off before he kissed your forehead, heading with you silently to the living room.

"This is where I've been spending my days, so that's why there's pillows and blankets everywhere", you blushed, sitting yourself in a comfortable position so Lance could sit next to you, "we're here to talk, so do you mind if I start?", you asked, earning his nod.

Letting out a big breath, you looked at your boyfriend's brown eyes, "I've been on my own for a while, so I had to learn how to do things on my own. My parents always made sure I was raised as an independent woman because that gave me a feel of self security and some self confidence", you explained, "and so, for me, asking someone for help or accepting is not as easy as it is for some".

"But is that because you don't trust me to help you? Or that you don't want my help?", Lance asked softly, starting to understand where you were coming from.

"No, not like that. I trust you completely. And when I choose to not ask for help, it was never with the intention of hiding it all from you in a malicious way... I guess I'm just doing things like I was wired to do, and because of that I couldn't understand why you were so upset and mad about it", you breathed out, finally letting it all out.

"Then, maybe you can trust me enough to let me help? I understand where you're coming from now, but I promise I'm only have good intentions, and I want to be here for you. You don't have to deal with things on your own all the time", he brushed some hairs behind your ear.

"I didn't want to seem distant. It's just, I've been like this my whole life, and I never wanted to be overbearing. It's jus how I do stuff, but I'll make an effort to be better. Can't say it will be easy and linear, but we'll talk along the way, yes?", you added.

"Exactly. So, what are these exams?", he asked, holding your hand in his, rubbing the soft skin with his fingers, "I've always had pretty painful cycles, you know that. And because of that, my doctor thought it was best for me to get some further tests just to make sure things are working as they should. This time it was just a blood sample and the did a scan of my belly, and next week I have a smear booked which depends on what the other tests' results say when they come back", you gulped, "they're worried about some conditions, and fertility and all of that, so they think it's best if they catch it early", you shrugged your shoulders.

"Why didn't you tell me?", he asked, "Well, we established I'm not the best at asking for help, am I?", you blushed, "it's a lot for someone to take in. They keep saying that it could be nothing or that it could be something big, we just have to wait and see. And you've been in hospital recently in far worse shape, I didn't want to burden you", you said, earning a shake from his head, "I want to he here for you as much as possible in this, if you'll let me, please. Wether it's just bloodwork of a full body scan. I don't care if they're poking you with needles or some sort of exam, I want to be there because I care about you. You could never be a burden for me, and in matters like this, I'm not letting you walk through it alone, no matter what happens, okay?", Lance checked, earning a nod, "I need words, sweetheart", he teased, "yes, I'll tell you", you smiled, cupping his cheeks so you could press your lips in his.

"And we'll talk to eachother whenever we feel like we're not being understood. I don't care what it is about, we talk about it. You want me out of your hair? Okay. I need you to let me help you put on a sock? Let's do it!", he chuckled, making you smile too, "I want you for the long run, so I'm willing to make this work for the best if you are, too", he kissed your forehead, "we have a deal?".

Smiling, you pecked his lips a few times, "we have a deal. Thank you for being so understanding", you blushed, nuzzling your face in his chest, "now, I'm just going to get you a hot water bottle, your meds, and then we'll get comfortable enough to watch this show".

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Butterflies

Hiiii!!! We back with another TSOAGB blurby blurb! This one is set the morning after The Punishment of a Bad Boy and it's super fluffy and a lil naughty too (no actual smut tho) 😜🥰💗

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

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Butterflies

He woke that morning feeling content and happy. He could still feel her warmth, her arm still wrapped around him, head on her chest as the easy rise and fall of her breathing lulled him into a peaceful state of mind. He nearly fell asleep again, too scared to move to wake her. But he was too excited to have her there, too many thoughts running through his head to fall back asleep.

Last night? The best night of his life, he would swear it. Seeing her like that, feeling her, touching her, tasting her - it all felt so surreal, like he dreamt the whole thing. But her heartbeat under him and her arm holding him was more than enough to remind him that it was indeed real. She was real. They were real. And that last thought made him feel so fucking happy he couldn't breathe.

She stirred under him then, pulling him closer as if making sure he was still there. He was. Of course he was. She could feel him on top of her, his smell surrounding her - reminding her she was in his bed.

She laid a sweet kiss at the top of his head, eyes still closed and she felt him moving. When she blinked her eyes open she caugh him now looking up at her and fuck, her breath caught in her throat. He looked so beautiful she couldn't believe he was real.

His big eyes and rosy cheeks and his plump pink lips in a smile and God she was a goner. She couldn't help but smile back, still blinking herself awake. He hadn't moved or spoken, he was just looking at her. It made a blush rise on her cheeks and she felt warm all over. He was trouble.

"Mornin'" she finally broke the silence, her voice gravelly from sleep and he swore it was the hottest thing. She was staring right back at him now, a glimmer in her eyes he was sure was reflected in his own. She was trouble.

"Good morning." He mumbled, voice deep and raspy and she swore it was the hottest thing. Her hand found her way to his hair and she gently pushed it off his forhead, soft fingers in fluffy hair and a content moan leaving his lips. She could feel that stirring in her belly and she needed to calm down before she let herself get lost in him again.

"How are you feeling?" Her question broke the daze he was in, only slightly. He seemed to always be in a daze around her, he couldn't help it, didn't even want to.

"Good. Good. You?"

"Yeah me too."

Somehow they ended up right back to staring at each other again. Right untill the sound of a stomach rumbling broke the spell again. Giggles left them, smiles seeming permanent now.

"Was that you or me?" He asked looking at her with bright eyes.

"I honestly don't know." They laughed again and he rolled off of her. He looked over at her again and he couldn't stop the beaming smile that broke on his face.

"We should probably get up, huh?" She asked with a smile that made butterflies erupt in his stomach.

"Mmm I don't wanna." He mumbled and buried his head in her neck again as she laughed under him. She placed a kiss to the side of his face and poked his stomach with her finger.

"We should get up, baby." He sighed into her skin and nuzzled into her warmth.

"Do we have to?" He knew the answer but he wanted to drag it out. He wanted to have her with him as long as he could. And then an idea popped into his head.

He pulled back to look at her, suddenly seeming sheepish and she quirked her brow at him.

"What?"

"Do you wanna... Do you want to get breakfast, maybe?" She could tell he was nervous, it made her heart clench.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that." She gave him a reassuring smile and he couldn't help himself. He leaned down and kissed her. A deep kiss, that stirred them both awake quickly. She pulled him in, licking at his bottom lip untill he let her in and they got lost in each other all over again.

It felt like forever had passed by the time they broke apart, catching their breaths but so fucking happy. Making out was a great way to start their days, they both decided. Rafe's stomach growled then and the moment passed. She smirked at him, they figured out who it was after all. He was flushed and excited when he spoke next.

"There's this diner, a short drive away. They have the best breakfast. Let me take you?" She smiled at his excitement and nodded.

"I'm driving though." He scoffed and rolled his eyes at that.

"You're such a control freak." He teased and she quirked a brow.

"That so? I didn't see you complaining last night. Or the night before for that matter." He blushed crimson then and she smirked. They both knew she won that one.

She got out of bed then, wearing nothing but his t-shirt and undies and he could feel himself get flushed and bothered all over again. Her wearing his clothes, her sleeping in his bed, it made him wish that he could make her his. How amazing it would feel to be able to wake up to her every morning, or kiss her whenever he wanted or just be with her. Just be. He'd love nothing more than to have her stealing his clothes and leaving her mark all over his life. He remembered the marks she left on his skin now and his whole body grew hot. He was both dreading and anticipating looking in the mirror. He knew he looked a sight.

She was changing now, stripping from his clothes. He felt a pang in his chest seeing her take his shirt off. But holy shit she took his shirt off. She was only in his boxers now and God he could feel himself get hard at the sight. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She was looking for her bra that ended up under the bed and when she straightened up with it in her hands she caugh his eye. He looked hungry. Not for food this time, tough. No, the way his eyes were running over her body told her everything she needed to know about what he was thinking. What he was hungry for.

It took some effort for her to turn around and away from his lingering gaze and finally put her bra on. She didn't look back at him untill she was wearing her dress again and once she did she found him in the same position, with the same look in his eyes.

He was in a predicament. He knew he needed to calm down and think about literally anything other than the way her body moved against his, the way her skin felt under his fingertips, the way she looked like a goddess when she climaxed or the way she sucked on his fin- anything else! But man it was so fucking hard when she was so fucking perfect and he couldn't get enough.

She was standing there, looking at him now. He knew she knew what he was thinking, knew she caught him staring but he didn't care. He couldn't find it in him. Not when she was so gorgeous and in his room.

Her voice broke his train of thought then.

"Are you gonna just sit there or are we going to get breakfast?"

Like it was so easy. Like she didn't have him hard as a rock by stripping in front of him not 2 minutes ago. Like she didn't know how he burned for her still. Burned for her all the damn time. Burned. Scorching. Fire. Her.

"Rafe." Her voice was half amused half exasperated. He blinked slowly up at her, still caught in this constant daze she had him in.

"Hmm" he mumbled and she rolled her eyes then. She really was hungry now and he was too. She just wanted to get going already. She knew if they stayed there with him looking at her like that any longer she'd lose it and they wouldn't end up eating for hours. Food. Think about food, she told herself. He needs food.

"Rafe, come on. Get up." She ordered now. No more distractions, the clock was ticking.

He begrudgingly got out of bed, and she could see him in all his glory. She managed to contain a growl that threatened to spill. Fucking hell. He was perfect; tan skin flushed, a flame in his eyes and his dick standing up rock hard. Shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuuuuuck.

She groaned then and it was as if her body moved on its own accord. She grabbed him by the back of his neck and slammed her lips against his in a hungry, desperate kiss. His arms encircled her as he let her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him like the starvation she felt was all him. Food entirely forgotten then. All she could think about was his soft skin and his irresistable lips and his body under her traveling hands. She bit his lip and squeezed his ass, pulling him flush against her and he let out an embarrasingly loud moan at her actions. He was absolute putty in her hands and he loved every single second.

His dick twitched between their bodies, pressed so close together they might as well be one. But before they could take it any further Rafe's stomach growled loudly again and he wanted to cry at the interruption.

She chuckled and pulled away from him and he tried to pull her back in, wanting to ignore it. But she couldn't. He was hungry, he needed food. This could wait. Even though it took every ounce of willpower she had she stepped back from him and faced him with a stern look. He was gulping.

"Baby. You're starving-"

"Yeah, for you." He mumbled and tried pulling her into another kiss but she kept him back with her hands on his chest. He groaned in exasperation and she gave him a sympathetic look.

"We need to go. We need food." He was giving her puppy dog eyes as if that would deter her but he should've known better by now. Once her mind was made up that was it. And as she looked at him with that stubborn cock in her brow that made him wanna scream cause she looked so sexy, he let out another groan and she knew he was accepting his fate.

"Look we can just grab something from the kitchen, we don't have to go-"

"No! No, I wanna take you to breakfast." She nodded at his response.

"I just need to..." he trailed off looking down and she had to surpress her grin. He could see the amusement in her eyes, though he appreaciated the effort not to embarrass him.

"I'm just gonna take a quick shower." She nodded and leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

"Okay, baby. I'll be here."

She gave him a reassuring smile, like she knew he hated parting from her and wanted him to know she wasn't going anywhere. It made butterflies erupt in his stomach again as he made his way to the bathroom, picking up some clothes on the way. She made herself comfortable on his bed and when he reached the door he looked back and saw her there; all pretty in his bed. And he groaned again, having to force himself to leave her there when he wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and beg her to let him taste her. But he knew she wouldn't. She was stubborn like that.

His shower ended up lasting a good 20 minutes. As cold as it may have been his body still ran hot and he had to take care of himself. Didn't feel great. Getting off by himself in the shower when she was a door away was incredibly frustrating. He managed to cum after a while but it wasn't satisfying.

When he stepped out of the shower he finally took in his appearance in the mirror. The marks that lined his neck were deep purple - she really did a number on him. He nearly got hard again just looking at them; remembering how it felt when she made them. But he resisted. He had to admit he liked having her marks on him. It was silly perhaps but it felt like she had claimed him. He was hers and now he had physical proof of it. He blushed crimson at the thought and shook it off, wrapping a towel around his waist and making his way back to his room. Back to her.

She was sitting on his desk chair when he entered, looking at the pictures on his wall. She smiled when she saw him and his heart fluttered. God, she was beautiful. If he could make her smile every day for the rest of his life he could die a happy man, he'd swear it.

She had been inspecting the pictures above his desk before he came in. She had looked around his room, not snooping just observing. It felt like him. Smelled like him. The photographs were of him and his friends, his sisters and a few of them were location shots - pink and orange hues of a sun setting against the sea, a beautiful beach and moon reflecting on water. They were stunning.

She turned to take him in then and almost cursed because he was all wet and only wearing a towel. The sight of his wet hair slicked back and drops of watter sliding down his skin - she thought this moment should be captured in a photograph. He was stunning. And she was feeling hot all of a sudden. She needed to get it together. Breakfast. That was the plan.

He was ruffling through his closet looking for something to wear when she spoke.

"These are beautiful. Did you take them?" He turned his head to look at the photos she was pointing at.

"Oh. Yeah, I did." He had an almost shy smile on his face as he said it.

"You've got a great eye." She sent him a grin and he couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Why thank you." He laughed and she swore if she could hear that sound every day she wouldn't get sick of it.

He dropped his towel then and put on a pair of boxers and she had to physically turn around not to jump his bones right there. He was so hot it gave her whiplash.

When she turned back around he was wearing pants and fumbling with a shirt. She took in his toned arms and the way his biceps clenched as his hands worked on untangling it. Then her eyes went to the hickeys on his neck and she could feel a burn in her stomach at the sight. He was wearing her marks and it made a little jolt of pride run through her. How silly. But she liked seeing him all marked up. They suited him. So gorgeous.

Her train of thought was broken by him pulling his shirt over his head and she shook hers to clear it. She busied herself with putting her shoes on while he finished getting dressed. The way her body responded to him was getting embarrasing.

He gave her a bright smile as they finished getting dressed and grabbed their stuff to head out. He held his hand out to her, looking sheepish and she grinned as she grabbed his hand. She pulled him into her and before he had a chance to be confused she pulled him down into a sweet kiss. It was warm and intimate and both of them could feel butterflies fluttering around their chests in that moment.

When she pulled back he was looking at her and it was in that second, between the kiss and his eyes, that her feelings hit her - full blast. He looked like he was in love and she had to remind herself to breathe. She needed to chill and stop putting pressure on them both by overthinking. So she let him lead her out of his room, fingers intertwined and hearts too.

Mack was groaning on the couch, clutching his head in his hands when he saw Rafe come down the stairs.

"Bro, what t'hell are you doin' up so ear-" his words broke off when his eyes landed on her. His mouth turned up into a smirk and Rafe let out a heavy sigh, knowing what was about to come.

"Mystery girl!" The volume of his own voice making him wince in pain. No hangover would stop him from busting Rafe's balls though.

"What a lovely surprise." He was half way to getting off the couch when Rafe slapped his hand down on his shoulder - causing his already wobbly legs to give out and he fell back down.

"Dude what the fuck?" He moaned out as Rafe forced a smile and squeezed his shoulder tighter.

"We're just on our way out, actually. Won't be back a while." Rafe quickly spoke and grabbed her hand in his again, ready to pull her out of that door as soon as possible.

Mack was grinning, about to make a no doubt very inappropriate comment, but then his face fell.

"Wait! You'll be back for the thing, yeah?" His voice slightly worried and the obvious confusion on Rafe's face was only feeding into it.

"Thing?"

"The thing! Poker! The poker thing! It's tonight, man!" He was erratic and it took Rafe a second to realize what he was talking about.

"Oh, shit..." Rafe sighed, exasperated. He ran his hands over his face, thinking. How could he get out of this?

"Don't even think about bailing on me, man!" Damn Mack and his ability to see right through him.

"Dude, I just-"

"No!" Mack interrupted, now getting up with significant effort.

"No way. You're not bailing! The whole thing was your idea!"

"I don't think that's techincally true..." Rafe trailed off, but he knew his friend was right.

Theta Poker Night - a new tradition Rafe had suggested when the brothers were trying to find ways to make cash. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Get all the rich kids on campus, pour some good booze and take all their money. A fool proof plan. Untill the man of the hour got distracted by his "Mystery Girl". Mack was not having it.

"Dude you and Aiden are the best players we have and I'm pretty sure Aiden's last win was entirely owed to beginners luck! Do. Not. Blow this for us!" Mack was shaking his shoulders now, trying to convince him he's serious. The stakes were high. The money pot so good. There's absolutely no way Rafe can abandon them now.

Rafe was groaning. This is the last thing he wanted to do today. He wanted to spend the day with her. Not in a sausage fest ripping off frat bros. He wanted to be with her. Just her. Always her. Fucking fuck!

"Mystery Girl!" Mack yelled out facing Jade then.

"Can you please tell your boyfriend he cannot abandon his brothers in their hour of need?"

Y/N had been observing the interaction with feigned nonchallance but infinitely curious. Mildy amused as well, perhaps.

"I'm sorry, are you talking to me?" She pointed to herself and Mack looked at her incredulously.

"Yeah?"

"My name isn't Mystery Girl." She was fucking with him.

"Oh I know. But Rafe refused to tell me your name so that's just what we call you now."

"We?" Y/N questioned, holding back a smirk.

"Yeah. The frat brothers. We have a poll going. My money's on Diana." He gave her a toothy grin, and she knew he was joking.

"How much money are you losing?" She smirked then and he laughed.

"Damn it! Break a guy's heart." Rafe couldn't handle this interaction any longer.

"Yeah it's very funny. But we do need to go now." He pushed Mack away from her and pulled her back towards the door again, hoping to be done with this torture.

"Have him back by four, Mystery Girl!" She chuckled and waved at Mack, throwing out a "No promises." over her shoulder as they finally left the house.

The sweet promise of breakfast and the whole morning together filled them both with warmth and anticipation. His hand in hers fit so well and it made her tummy fill with butterflies as she followed him back to her car. Butterflies. It seemed childish but it rang true. He was trouble and she loved it. He had a blush on his face as they walked hand in hand down the streets, together, for anyone to see. It was making his head spin. She was trouble and he loved it.

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