#im just a silly little guy... just a silly little butterfly guy... youre out here screaming for the death of the crown

[dogmasquerade]

Crimson One blaming Monarch for bringing about the Second Calamity. My brother in Dust you dropped the bombs.

[kombuuuu]

would u write angst with 1610 miles? Like they’re best friends and both like each other but miles is distant bc of spider-man stuff. Maybe reader tries to distract herself by going on a date but it goes bad and miles comforts her and reveals he’s spider-man and confesses to her that he likes her:,)

“Im Spiderman!”

Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

“What the hell.”

“Mi vida, listen.”

“What the actual hell.”

Of course sugar, this silly little angst WILL BE SOOOOO DELICIOUS

warnings: hurt/comfort, attempted sexual assault (not by Miles)

Miles had been distant.

He kept brushing you off, planning times to meet up and missing them. Calling you in no hurry then all of a sudden there’s a family emergency and he hangs up.

Now you would understand if it was just a few times, hell, even more than a few times you’d just convince yourself you were paranoid. But every time for the past two months?

You’d right about had enough.

If Miles doesn’t want to commit to your.. not relationship..

Then you won’t either.

—

Miles had been busy. Life had gotten ahead of him when he’d least expected it. After a year of Spider-ing (?), he’d finally settled into a nice pattern of, wake up, do things, call you, see you, call you again to make sure you got home safe, protect the innocent civilians of Brooklyn, also do illegal graffiti, then go home. And maybe text you. All of that had been snatched from under him like a shaggy rug. Tripping over his own feet and struggling to right himself.

He had some fued going on with a villain he’d heavily underestimated. Their likeness not only in fighting, but also preying. Miles had started home from his patrols more than once to find a chip attached to his shoe. Beeping only audible from his advanced hearing.

It had stumped him into a nervous stupor. Constantly worried that someone bad is going to waltz through his front door.

He was worried they would catch wind of you, and although that had always lingered at the back of his mind. Losing you had been put on the forefront the moment you came to school injured one time, saying some guy just wanted drug money, and was pretty easy to scare away. Doesn’t mean he didn’t nick you in the cheek real good. Blade running quick against your cheek, and lord were you grateful it was light.

Miles had pulled you out of class, ignoring the behest of his professor and dragged you to his secret stash of first aid supplies, locked away in an empty and unused science room.

“So why’s it here?” He glanced up at you, confused.

“Huh? What’s here?”

His puzzled expression pulled at your heartstrings, giving you some sweet butterflies. “The first aid kit, dummy.”

“Oh.. Oh! Yeah-“ he threw his hand behind his neck, blazer sleeve crawling up his arm. “Uh- For ‘mergencies..” He quickly went back to cleaning your cut, finding your gaze too strong on him, but unable to avoid it.

“This is an emergency?”

He grabbed your chin between his forefinger and thumb, tilting it slightly up and to the side, then continuing with his right hand at dabbing your cheek with antiseptic.

“It will be if you keep moving.”

You prayed he didn’t notice how hot your cheeks felt.

Once Miles finished, he caressed your face softly for a moment, relishing in the contact before he quickly packed his stuff away and rushed out of the room in an excuse of “late for class”. You stayed sitting at the table for a further two minutes before getting up gently, grabbing your bag, and leaving the ‘abandoned’ classroom.

—

You were sitting on the curb of your apartment. Wishing you could just go back inside and sleep. Miles hadn’t spoken to you for a week. You didn’t want to seem like a clingy girlfriend, but god you felt like one. You were waiting patiently on for the bud to arrive, far too early in the morning. Sat in the spot Miles would usually meet you at, you sighed down at your feet. Had you done something wrong? Your relationship had been blossoming the past few months into something you’re sure was reciprocated. There was no way that the endless supply of intimate moments between the two of you was a coincidence.

The way your whole face would light up at the mere sight of him had to be clear as day.

You swore up at the sky, watching your breath fog up in the winter air, the slow screech of your bus coming around a corner brung you back down to earth. Day dreams about a boy who you probably don’t even cross the mind of cut short.

You stood up and groaned, stretching your arms and leaned against the bus pole. Except it didn’t stop. It didn’t even slow down, and when you’d realised the driver wasn’t pulling into the parking bay, you were already too late.

“Oh- C’mon, really!” You kicked your foot against the scuffed ground, pouting at no one and complaining to no one too.

“Miss the bus?”

A man who looked to be around 17 approached you. You stepped back from him, him getting the hint and not getting any closer.

“Oh- Uh.. Didn’t mean to seem like a creep or anything,” he laughed lightly, dimples showing at the action. “I just, also missed the bus.” He gestured down to himself, disheveled clothes and messy hair.

Disheveled clothes didn’t look as good on him as it did Miles, but you smiled and hugged a laugh anyways.

This could be your chance, get out of your rut. Back into the dating scene and away from Miles.

Yet it seems you couldn’t go two minutes without him on your mind.

“Hence why I look like this.”

His eyes flickered back to yours, taking in tour appearance as well.

“Guess we’ll have to walk,”

He laughed, “Guess so.”

“Not like our clothes can get much more creased.”

That brought a genuine chuckle out of the man, eyes squinting at the sarcastic tone you held.

“Well, I know a couple ways.”

He winked at you and you huffed, following behind him as you began the treck to your school.

—

The man you met had been named Arthur. He was understanding of your humour, and pretty well in his own. He seemed king of untrustworthy, though. You just didn’t understand why, something about him made your stomach churn. Maybe it was butterflies?

You had been talking for a week before he asked you out.

The fact surprising you. Never in your life had you met someone and them be wanting to date you within the same month, let alone fortnight.

“Yeah- yeah, okay.”

Miles’ face crossed your mind in a fleeting thought, sending goosebumps along your skin and a buzz through your bloodstream.

You’d just gotten asked out by someone attractive, said yes, and weren’t told it was some joke. And yet, the mere thought of Miles brought a quake to your knees? Good god.

Cross your fingers this date gets him off your mind and his image peeled from the backs of your eyelids.

“Cool, see you Friday?” Arthur stood from his chair, walking backwards towards the door.

“Yeah, Eight good?”

“Absolutely.”

—

Arthur had met you at ten, not eight. So you had spent the better of two hours thinking you got stood up by *someone you didn’t even know.

The moment he’d stepped in front of you, the nice outfit you were wearing felt overdressed and unfitting, he was wearing the same day-to-day clothes. It felt almost embarrassing.

“You clean up nice, babe.”

The name had you near gagging.

“Oh! Uh Thanks!” You grimaced as he winked.

The restaurant you’d arrived at was fairly busy, a quaint place with hung string lights and vines crawling along the ceiling. It led out into a cute garden, where it looked to be their own food growing.

At least he knows how to pick a place.

—

Fifteen minutes into the date, you had just gotten your food. And Arthur wouldn’t, for the life of him, talk.

It was so unnatural, so absolutely awkward you had just picked at your nails until your food arrived.

He had chatted with the waiter more than you.

“So uhm.. Arthur!”

He grunted an acknowledgment and glacéd you at you before returning to his food.

“What do you do study?”

“Anthropology.”

“Cool, I’ve always liked stuff like that.”

“Uhuh.”

You were going to shoot yourself if this man gives you anymore one word answers.

After a few more busted attempts, you had given up on trying. Just focusing on finishing your food faster so you could get the hell out of here.

A man you didn’t know came over to greet Arthur, said man responding enthusiastically. Peeking up and talking with “David” about who-knows-what.

“And who’s this lovely lady?”

“Oh hello, I’m—“

“—She’s my girlfriend David, so don’t try. Maybe after a while i’ll convince her to let me share ‘er with you.”

Girlfriend? Share?? What the fuck.

David laughed whilst he eyed you, his body leaning scarily close to you. You chuckled politely, what the hell.

“Well, let’s hope she agrees, huh?” David’s sly voice sent a shiver us disgust down your spine, seeping into your bones like marrow.

“She will.” Arthur assured him. You felt sick, violated. You need to leave, you need to get to Miles.

—

Another ten minutes passed before you’d both finally left the restaurant, the air getting stuffy with so many people around, and no one to see your fear.

Arthur had insisted walking you home. Which you vehemently refuse, you don’t want him knowing where you live.

Arthur had gone quiet after that, a look of almost anger on his face.

You had stayed quiet too, not wanting to poke the bear. And after a second, he was pulling you towards him and leading you to his car.

You panicked, struggling against his grip on your forearm. “Get in the fucking car, [Name].” He’d almost growled the words, “You fucking wanted this.”

“Let go of me!”

“You accepted in the first place, now you’re not going to give me what you owe?”

“I don’t owe you anything, let go!” You cried out, his grip was painful now and he was trying to shove your body into his car by force.

You were tearing up, your breath catching in panic, you were getting weaker and he was still shoving.

Suddenly, all the weight had been thrown off of you. Your wrist now free, and the presence of Arthur gone out of thin air.

“Your parents ever teach you not to lay a hand on a woman?”

You spun around to be greeted with sight of Spiderman wrapping Arthur in webs.

He docked him in the jaw as he tried to talk back. Arthur groaning heavily.

“Oh, guess not.”

“Fuck you, man. The girl wanted it.”

“Didn’t look that way to me, homeboy.”

Arthur glared up at him then turned to you, “You wanted it. Didn’t you?” It was phrased more as a threat than a statement.

“I—“

“Whoopsie.”

A web shot out and covered Arthur’s mouth, his eyes widening in panic as he tried to scream through it.

“Slip of the finger.”

He picked Arthur up and threw him to a wall, shooting a web at him as he went to stick him to it. The impact on his head swiftly knocking him unconscious, probably concussed.

You stood in shock, not really able to process the sight in front of you when Spiderman turned back, suddenly a lot less collected and a lot more worried.

He moved quickly over to you, raising on hand to caress your injured arm and one to your cheeks, the eyes of his mask downturning in fear.

“Hey-. Hey, hey look at me.”

You did, the tears in your eyes finally falling as the situation truly dawned on you. Your lip trembled. “Oh, [Name], you’re okay, i’ve got you.”

“Spidey—“ You shivered a little in his hold. His arm snaking down from yours to holding you close to him. The other continued to rub circles into your tear-stained cheeks. “—Come here, Chiquita.”

You hadn’t even noticed the names, your name, falling from his lips. You had only registered the immediate feeling of comfort around him. Unlike the feeling of fear, primality, around Arthur. Spidey had felt more like safety, like someone you could call a lifelong friend.

He grabbed you by your waist, talking you through it the whole time.

“I’m gonna touch your waist now, that okay?” “Mhmm..” “Okay, wrap your legs around me when I pick you up, yeah?”

Humming your affirmation, you wrapped your legs around his waist while he carried the whole weight of you in one hand, spread out on the low of your back. The touch sending the first pleasant tingle of your whole night through the tips of his gloved fingers.

“Let me take you home, querida.”

Miles’s eyes squinted in the pitiful sight of you, this was his doing. If he had been there for you, this never would have happened. His paranoia for something bigger had outweighed his realistic worries. If he’s not in your life, who’s going to protect you?

The names of sweet kept tumbling out of him, making up for the weeks he’d been missing. God, even now, holding you to his chest while he swung you home. Your eyes closed and buried into his neck, ignoring the world around the both of you and finding safety in him. Even now, he’s felt better than he had in the last months.

His feet landed softly on your fire escape, the soft thud of the metal a welcomed thought. Or, maybe it was being home again, either one.

Spiderman’s right hand slid under your bedroom window, opening it slow enough as to not wake your parents.

“We’re home, [Name].”

He climbed through the indie with you in tow, leaving it open slightly as you began to undress. He turned around quickly while you put on a large shirt and sleep shorts. Trying graciously to avoid watching you through the reflection of the window.

Once you were finished, he turned around and went to grab the makeup wipes from your dresser. You giving him a quizzical look he ignored.

You sat down on the bed with your legs crossed and he followed, your knees brushing one another.

“Close your eyes.”

You did, letting him softly wipe away any makeup you had put on for the night. You sighed in content, and absurdity. What was the likely hood of your date going so horribly wrong, then being saved and comforted by Brooklyns best vigilante. Then having that very same vigilante sit in your bed and wipe the tear streaked makeup from your cheeks.

“There you go.”

You opened your eyes again, seeing his hooded face so close to yours it made your heart beat.

“Thank you.”

He leaned back, suddenly seeming nervous.

“Hey, I—,“ He stopped and breathed in deep, “,—I need to tell you something.” He sounded conflicted, scared.

Why would a crime-fighting spider be scared of you?

“Yeah, of course. Anything.”

He sucked in another breath, quicker this time. And reached up to the bottom of his mask so fast you almost missed it. He pulled it off quickly, panicky. Leaving you to stare at the soft, plush lips and Hazel eyes that could only ever replicate the fall of an autumn leaf. Or the cinnamon dusted on the baking you would do with your mother.

Miles Morales stared back at you.

“I’m spiderman!” He laughed nervously. Picking at the fabric of his hood.

He looked back up at you and sighed, a smile playing on his lips at your dumbfounded expression.

“What the hell.”

“Mi vida, listen.”

“What the actual hell.”

He dropped his mask and gathered your hands in his. Holding them against one another.

“[Name].”

“You’re Spiderman.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

You looked up at his, he was closed again. Glancing at your lips every now and again. “Miles..” You pouted at him, almost crying his name. His chest aches for you. A thick guilt rendered his voice useless, a longing for you mixing into it.

“Is this why-“ You broke eye contact. “—Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” You whispered it, like you didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

His fingers twitched against yours, squeezing your palm and rubbing his thumbpad over the juncture between your thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, cielo.” He let out a shaky breath. Saying the term in a quaking sigh.

He watched you watch him, your glassy eyes telling him all the hurt you’ve been through.

“Baby I didn’t mean—“ He shook his head, “I didn’t mean to ignore you. I was worried that some bad people would find out I—“ He stuttered, focusing on your intwined hands once again. “I cared for you, and they would use that, use you against me.”

“I never wanted you hurt, I just wanted you safe.”

You let another set of tears fall, the relief soothing the ache of stress in your shoulders, you were still mad at him, sure. And not only for ignoring you. But for keeping such a big secret to himself. But god, you were so happy he was back.

“It wasn’t because of you, cielo. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me.”

“I’m dangerous, [Name].”

He looked back up to you in earnest, desperation and fear clouding his eyes foggy.

“You’re worth the risk.”

“God,” his breathing was heavy, deep. “,You’re making this real hard for me, baby.”

“Good.”

“Jesus christ.”

He surged forwards, using your joined hands as leverage as he pulled you closer into him.

He stopped just short of your lips, breath escaping you at the sight of him, looking as gorgeous as ever. Even with his hair in a mess and smelling like baby powder. “Please let me kiss you.” The man was near begging, desperation of a different kind now.

“Okay.”

He closed the distance, letting your eyes fall shut at the feeling. You never had felt more perfectly at peace than you had right now.

His hands let go of yours, moving up your body and landing on your hips. He shifted his weight onto his knees, leaning over you as you lowered back. You broke apart, panting heavy and laboured, “I’m still mad at you.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” He peppered you with short kissed. You’re back hitting the bed and him crowding over you, trailing kisses from your lips, to cheeks, to just below your jawline. You giggled lightly, his kisses tickling.

“‘M gonna hold you to that.”

He grinned up at you, slotting himself neatly between your legs. His right hand propping himself up beside you head, and left finding any bit of you he could hold.

“I don’t doubt it.”

He kissed you again.

—

okay maybe i lied this is also kind of long

BUT AWE 🫶🫶🫶

[farleighlover]

farleigh angst is so a need like reader is his gf n he cant communicate well or express himself cause hes scared LIKEKEEE (this nga toxic but only cuz he dk how to love right 🫵🤣)

i was THINKIGNG farleigh who always uses sex as apologies getting into an argument with his gf (us !!) and shes so pissed that she says something about it, like “do you wanna fuck so you can stop—” wtv wtv, right? RIGHTTT? like something where she basically just shades his neediness for sex n everything… and he legit looks like a child getting scolded, saying no n everything, trying so hard to tell her that he wants her to hold him but he cant, so he just tried to tug at her hands and all </3

₊⊹ “numbingly obsessed.”

| farleigh start x fem!reader

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you knew you and farleigh wouldn’t last.

you knew deep down your relationship with him went to shit. constantly arguing, yelling, just everything.

yet here you were, in his bed, sore from yesterday’s stupid decisions. it was like a never ending cycle. you and him get into an argument, he storms out of your dorm, then when it’s night you always hear the same knock and each thing leads to another, every time.

farleigh has already left a while ago, leaving no trace other than the drawer with his extra pack of cigarettes opened. he always left without leaving anything because at this time of age, you two don’t have the time for that anymore. or in other words, don’t care to make the effort for each other anymore.

you make your way to the courtyard where farleigh was with felix and some other popular jackass guys. the tension from the argument you two had yesterday was still heavy in the air as you both didn’t come to a conclusion with farleigh calling you a whore from how you dressed and “talked” to guys. you two went back and forth yesterday, and even now, it was obvious by his expression that he wasn’t going to drop it any time soon.

you went up to him. “hey.” you intertwined your fingers with his as he glanced down to see your face, then giving your fingers a little squeeze and kissing your head before he went back to talking. even the tiniest bit of affection still brought butterflies from the pit of your stomach.

it also reminds you of what you two had before farleigh turned into a second replica of himself, forgetting details of him when he turned popular. before, he was sweet and a loving person, and you know it’s basic words to describe him but it purely fit the old him. you two were secure and enveloped in love endlessly, always doing some cliché lovers thing, for example, you two wore stupid silly matching “bff” necklaces from claire’s because for the life of him, couldn’t find a girlfriend and boyfriend one. you teased him when he told you this, saying “it’s claire’s, baby. i wouldn’t be surprised.” he scoffed and laughed it off.

farleigh persuaded you to wear your part of the heart. he was so excited and so proud of himself as he made you drumroll and overdo it for the reveal, and when he finally pulled it out of the bag, he was all giggles and smiled as he went over to help put your necklace on. there were struggles here and there, farleigh cursing at the “stupid bitchy hook” he would call, but when he eventually got it on, he smiled and giggled before hugging and kissing you in joy.

because farleigh cherished you and paraded you around, showing everybody that you were his and he was yours, you two became the star couple of oxford from how in love you both were. he went heavy on displaying affection, peppering you kisses, holding your hand, always having to be close to you and touch a part of you, like the lace of your skirt or the fabric of your sleeve, to remind himself that you’re still there. one of your favorite times is halloween, because whenever farleigh needs a kiss mark for his costume, he’ll run to you with your signature lipstick (which must i add, had to be waterproof because he didn’t want it to come off from him sweating) and bend down to your level so your kiss mark was on his cheek. most times, he didn’t even need a kiss mark. he just wants a kiss from you displayed.

but the popularity got to him, and it’s like he was a different person. he stopped leaving you morning kisses, he stopped buying you flowers often, he just decided to stop caring as much. and now, farleigh constantly argued. always grumpy about something and he took it out on you. you know that farleigh has a hard time expressing how he feels, so the only way he apologizes his actions is through sex. you knew that farleigh feared losing you.

you snapped out of your thoughts as farleigh smushed his cigarette butt into the grass. you look up at him before hugging him a slight tighter. even after everything, you still loved him a lot. the feelings you have felt since the beginning have always stayed blooming alive in you. he gazed down before he kissed your head and gave you a pat on the shoulder.

you shared first period english with farleigh. you both always sat next and close to each other, no matter how upset you two were at each other. throughout class as you tried to focus on the professor, you could always sense farleigh staring at you and taking note of every inch and every nook of you. he has a small habit of doing that which makes your heart flutter every time, until farleigh gets yelled at. “mr. start, instead of analyzing your girlfriend so much, what about analyzing the text in your hands? just a suggestion.”

a few kids laughed quietly at the professor's remark which makes farleigh scoff and a thin rosy layer spreads across his cheeks. he always looked adorable when he got flustered. you let out a little giggle and pitched his arm, making the corners of his mouth tug into a sweet smile before swatting you away before the professor told you two to quit it. you both immediately stopped, and after a little, you and him glanced at each other and tried to hold in your laugh. in small moments like this, even after everything, you still knew that farleigh was the same lovestruck boy from the start.

it was later in the night. everybody was in the pub. you sat on farleigh’s lap with an arm around his neck as he kept you close with his hand on your hip, drawing little shapes on your bare skin. the tension still remained and worsened when farleigh got drunk.

“your girl’s showing a bit of skin, farleigh.” some guy shot out.

“i know. she’s being a bit of a whore lately.”

you immediately felt your cheeks flush as you glared at farleigh, widening your eyes as all he did was shrug his shoulders. what the fuck did he just call you? you scoffed in disbelief before pushing him off and made past people and leaving. why would he just embarrass you like that? your heels clicked against the concrete as you shoved open the doors.

the shock of coldness from outside hit you greatly. you hugged yourself, trying to create some warmth as you originally arrived to the pub with farleigh’s jacket, but fuck that. you didn’t truly need him, right? you two lost the spark the relationship held a long time ago. you were fed up with every ounce of bullshit he brought when he came over. every argument, every insult he said to you, the complaining, why would you take any more from him?

you sat in your dorm, reading a book as you tried to stop thinking about what he called you at the pub. the clock was about to strike the second hour you’ve been at your dorm, when a knock was at your door.

you already knew who it was. the farleigh start, coming to ask for “forgiveness" which the story always ended the same in bed. but now, you had enough of his shit.

you went and answered the door, obviously pissed. farleigh groaned and did a quick eye roll when he saw your expression. “listen baby, i’m sorry okay? is that what you wanted to hear?”

you scoffed. “i’m sorry my ass. you can do better.” farleigh got more impatient by the second. “can you let me in at least?” a small bite was present in his voice which somehow instead of making you feel small and the burn in your throat, you stood your ground. “farleigh, i fucking deserve an apology. you humiliated me in front of everybody. why the fuck would you do that?” the anger was shown in your voice.

farleigh glared, him getting increasingly annoyed. “so that’s what all of this is about? chill the fuck out, everybody was drunk. nobody will remember it tomorrow.” he let out a small sigh and crept his hands onto your hips, drawing himself closer to you. “baby c’mon… i’m sorry okay? let me show you…”

you instantly grabbed his hands away from your hips. “oh, you’re going to fuck me as your apology? like how you always do?” you were pissed. it felt like everything you kept in for months just snapped out.

farleigh’s eyes widened. he never seen you talk and act like this to him. “baby, i just—“ you immediately cut him off. “don’t fucking call me that! i’m not your “baby” farleigh, for fuck’s sake.” you spat.

“c’mon, i’m sorry okay?” his tone softened a little. farleigh always had a hard time expressing his feelings. he moved into your doorway, trying to get closer as you kept backing up. when both of you were in the dorm, he closed the door behind him, still keeping his eyes on you.

he took a deep breath before adding on. “i didn’t mean when i called you a whore, i was just mad from yesterday…” farleigh tried to hold your hand but you snatched it away. “i don’t fucking care! you always do this. you just come here and pick out a problem about me. you were never like that before. if you don’t want to be with me, then just say that!”

farleigh’s heart dropped and he was at a loss of words for a second at the thought of him losing you. “nononono, baby, c’mon—“ “no farleigh,” you snapped, the tone and sharpness in your voice made his eyes widened a little, not ever seeing you react like this. “you always pick out everything i do, having me under your grasp and forcing me to be all this and all that for you! for fuck’s sake, you don’t even have a true apology! what, “let me show you”? is that your excuse every time?”

farleigh sputtered out excuses, tears filling up his eyes. the guilt and shame burned heavy and deep into his chest. “no—! i’m sorry, please listen…” he started becoming more desperate, trying to hold your hand to feel the comfort you brought to him and also to try and get you to hear him out, but you’ve had enough. “no farleigh. you fucking listen!” he sits down in one of the chairs, trying to tug at your hands as he pouts a little and his eyes become glossy. “baby—“ you immediately cut him off. “don’t fucking call me that farleigh! i’ve had enough of your shit. you know, fuck this. we’re done. get out of my dorm.”

farleigh’s heart immediately broke. as you walked away, he stood up and went after you, a whimper leaving him. “n-no! please, can we just talk about this? i love you—“ you turned and faced him before shooting back. “no you don’t! you would’ve never treated me like this if you loved me farleigh! never!”

you could see in his eyes how his heart just crumbled from your words. he let out a sob, tears slipping down his cheeks. farleigh truly loved you and you knew that. but you knew that this isn’t what you deserved. it was like you trying to save a dying flame but farleigh kept blowing it out.

farleigh held your hand tightly, even though you tried to free yourself. he was scared that you’ll slip out of his grasp and he’ll lose you forever. he couldn’t let that happen. you were the only thing he loved in his life. he needed you. he wouldn’t know how he’d cope without you. he sobbed more, the tears flooding out of his eyes as he choked and coughed on his spit. “i’m sorry! i’m so sorry… i truly love you, i was just scared baby, please believe me…”

“bullshit farleigh! fucking bullshit!” tears filled your waterline, and soon they were slipping out of your eyes. farleigh couldn’t handle seeing you cry, the guilt and regret burning deeper and deeper into his chest. it hurt him to see you like this and the worst part was that he knew he was the whole reason behind it. “baby please… i’m sorry, i love you, i-i can’t lose you…” farleigh was losing it more and more, his tears and sobs becoming louder as he hiccuped and tried to keep you close. he could never commit. past then, he was so scared of you finding someone better or you getting annoyed of his clinginess, so he just kept pushing you away. but you were the thing he loved most. if he reached a low, you were always there and he always said the same thing, “i’m so lucky to have you.”

every moment was replaying in farleigh’s head. every single one. every english period with you, every date, even the arguments. he didn’t care if you were yelling at him, all he wanted was to be around you.

and now he was going to lose that forever. and that thought made him break. he was drowning in all the regret and shame that was weighing him down. he let out a wrecking sob before just shutting down. he couldn’t take it. all he wanted to do was make it up to you, for everything to stop and go back to what it was. every mistake, every time he hurt you, he only wished to take it back because in pure reality, you were genuinely the only person he had and trusted. but because of his stupidness, he wouldn’t have you anymore. he feared this day, and now his whole world was just coming down. you felt the grip on your hand slowly become looser as the crying just took over him. his hands covering his face as he whimpered and cried, trying to hide himself from everything that was happening. it honestly hurt you to see him like that. you’ve never seen him just crumble and that stung your heart.

he let go of your hand, trying to stop crying and find his words. he knew that no matter how much fighting or pleading he did, you would never take him back. he tried to make the last moments, well, last. he grasped out for your touch, just wanting you to hold him and just wanting to feel the warmth and comfort of your touch. “p-please…” he begged. his voice was hoarse and dry as he kept sobbing.

you never wanted more to just give in and hug him. to just forget about everything and only think about his heartbeat in your ear, or the feeling of you all wrapped up with him while you both fell asleep mid movie. but you couldn’t. you couldn’t just keep letting yourself go back to him. this was once and for all.

“no farleigh. leave my dorm now, please.” you could see how all hope drained from his face, but he knew that you’ve made your decision. he let out a quiet cry before whispering, “goodnight. i-i love you.” a small whine leaving his lips as he finished. he took a glimpse of you, just trying to remember you and the love you both once had. after a little, he went to your door and left, the quietness of the door clicking close, rather than all the times he slammed it after leaving your dorm with another argument. the sinking of the door and his presence gone left you with the silence and everything that just happened finally coming to your brain and heart. you just stared, a part of you just hoping he’ll come back and say something once more, just so you could hear him for the last time in a row, but it never came. you two were always and forever, going to be numbingly obsessed with each other.

.. taglist: @fuckshitslover @themoonchildwhofell @khxna @flipsconhelado @nataliesfirefly

[hanwiore]

pls pls pls write one where a waiter keeps flirting with y/n and she ignores his advances and eren gets so proud that he takes her home and rewards her for being a good girl AHHHH!!

ughhhhh 😩😩

Eren decided to take you to a nice dinner on a Saturday evening, your hair freshly done, nails freshly done, eyelashes freshly did just during the morning and the afternoon just for this day, just for this date. You loved looking good with your man because he also looked good as well, he got fair compliments as well as you and maybe you even more so, i mean who wouldn’t like a woman like you with a body like that?

Your black dress sat nicely, pushing your boobs together with your gold chain on, ysl heels clicking against the marble like floor while you waited for your waitress to come. “I like the restaurant layout, it’s nice.” You hum, lips pouting with your chin in hand. Then you look at your man, hair down, face clear and lips pink spreading into a gentle smile. He also worn his gold chain, wanted to be like you, but his has your name.

Something about the way your necklace has no trance of Eren’s name but his do made butterflies form in his stomach, like you had him on a leash. Your eyes looks down at his black button up shirt, ironed and clean. You bit your glossed lips but was interrupted by your waiter. “Hello, i’m Nathan and i will be you guys waiter for today. May i start with your drinks…ma’am?” Eren side eyes the waiter like you guys weren’t here together so he should have suggested the drinks together.

He brushed it off as thinking it was some type of mannerism. “Mhm yes, i’d like a blueberry pomegranate lemonade. Whatd’ you want baby?” You smile and eren takes notice you also notice the mans attention towards you. “I’d like water, for now.” He hums, and the waiter stays there for a second, looking at you and then moves away. You go back simply looking through the menu humming along to the piano music in the back.

It wasn’t long before the man came back, with only one drink. And you would of known, it was only yours. “Hm, wheres the water?” You asked as you sat up, the man blushes and fidget on his toes. “Oh silly me, I must’ve forgotten, distracted by a beauty.” you frown and roll your eyes, “yes my boyfriend really is a beauty.” You laugh slightly and the man stands still giving eren a glance as he sits there smiling at the man. “O-oh im not gay i was t-talking about-,” you scoff and told him to go the water.

“It’s so hard being a sexy woman eren, im tired already.” You fake yawn. Eren bites his lip and nods a little. You almost thought eren was upset, thinking if you said anything that may have made the waiter think you were head over hills, but that was before you got home, before you even stepped foot through the door.

You were slammed against the wall behind the front door, wet lips kissing against your coco butter smelling neck. “O-oh gosh.” You breath, barely even understanding what just happened. “My pretty baby, so loyal and so fucking sexy.” He groans in your neck. Grabbing on your thick thighs and spreading them, your heels click against the floor when you almost stumble over. “H-ha t-thank you,” you moan when his hand goes and cups around your fat lips through your red laced panties.

“Had me hard in the restaurant baby, just f-for fuckin breathing.” He rubs two fingers on your swollen clit that throbbed, “wanna please you so good right now, for being such a good girl yea? you so pretty baby, tell me what you want. I swear to you i’ll do it.”

Thats what has you face down and ass in the air on the edge of the bed while Eren stands, fucking your sloppy pussy while both of your hands spread your ass cheeks, seeing your wetness all over his dick, he moves his dick out slowly only to thrust back in harshly, shoving every inch up in you just to hear you gasp and grip on your own ass. One of his hands move up your back and grip the back of your neck and his thrust turns faster, now hitting you all up in your spot that has your toes curling.

“R-right there daddy.” Your moans turn quiet, now only your mouth open and drool on your pillow. “Right there baby? It feels good right there?” He says it so sweetly and nice as he kept his pace up, spitting on your tight hole that never been touched and he circles his thumb right there, your pussy clenches around him and his moans, moving his hand from your neck just to smack your ass. He shoves the tip of his thumb in your hole and you moan loudly,

Moving back and forth on his thick dick, creaming on it, “D-daddy! m’cumming, pl-please ugh fuck.” Your crying now, you move one of your hands from your ass cheek to your clit and start rubbing furious circles on it, you felt your stomach feeling funny before the wetness begin to seek out of it through your finger tips. You sniffled and cried. “Yea mama, just like that. Such a good girl for me hm? Deserve the world pretty. mhm deserve it all.”

“I’m almost finished with you baby. 2 more.”

[luvvixu]

sinner and saint

content: fluff, modern!au gojo, lowkeybf!gojo, this was written like last year so it's kinda forgotten but whatevs, im sure he's that guy who would do crazy things like that

a saint and a sinner. that's how people would call a trope like you two have.

you, y/n l/n, a saint—who grew up in a secluded family who thinks morality, being demure, and growing up like a holy being matters the most.

he, satoru gojo, a sinner—who grew up in a harsh environment but that did not stop him from being himself, a reckless little one, a total opposite of you.

but there was something in him that caught you head over heels. you couldn't even describe him properly on how you fell in love with him because your mind is a mess when his name reaches your brain—in a good way though.

all you can say is that he kissed you one time, and there you knew, and there you have it, love blooms whenever he goes.

meanwhile, from his perspective, it was different. satoru thinks you're way too out of league for him. but that does not halt him, either you, to show your full adoration towards each other. being with you is like a grace from above, he did not pray for it nor manifest it, you just came into his life and he found a reason to continue.

"come on, y/n. it'll not be that bad." a voice whispers from your windowsill. it belongs to your lowkey boyfriend, satoru, who snuck out from their house just to have a late night walk with you.

"hush! are you even aware what time it is?!" you whispered-ly yelled, worried for satoru that he might get caught. knowing that you grew up in a strict slash religious slash mentally draining household. of course, discrimination has no escape in your family.

your lover took a glance at your analog clock by the wall, he glanced up to you with a coy smile, decorating those luscious lips. "it's 11:37 pm, my love. you never told me that you do not know how to read an analog clock." satoru said with full cockiness in his tone.

a glare was sent towards the latter's way as you escalated a sigh at his silliness (you admire him for that). how did you even go in this situation? simple, he was reckless and you love him.

well actually, it all started when he passed you a note during school time. the paper itself looked like a contract more than an invitation, it stated that he was hoping you would join him in a late night walk around your neighborhood's vicinity.

you and your boyfriend live nearby each other. that is why everytime the school ends, you two would always go home together (with matching holding hands, of course). thankfully, the gossipers in your town did not suspect the two of you at all. with extreme carefulness and instinct, the two of you manage to hide your relationship from everybody.

and occasionally, he would steal a kiss from you when it's late and no one was nearby. this always never fails to make your stomach feel like there's a whole sanctuary of butterflies dancing inside.

"i did not even agree with this thing you're saying." back to the present, satoru has been nagging you constantly about this late night walk he's been excited about.

"but you did not disagree, either. So, i guess now that I'm here, you could make up your mind?" satoru planted his hand on his cheeks, looking at you so innocently.

did I mention that he was still literally dangling outside? like his feet were still planted on the roof that he climbed just to be here in your room.

"what if we got caught?" you mumbled, slowly walking back and forth, a habit of yours whenever you feel anxious.

"oh sweetheart, come here." he made you kneel by the window. his warm hands made you feel secure as he cupped your face, looking dead straight in your eyes.

"listen, you know that i would not do anything that will put you in danger, am I right?" you nodded, making satoru smile before planting a small peck right in your nose. "if we ever got caught, which i don't think will be happening in this current situation, i would be fully accountable and i would face the consequences alone."

"don't say that." your eyebrows immediately submerged into a frown.

"say what?"

your fingers reach for his face too, delicately caressing every inch of the face you love. "it's unfair that it would be only you who is at fault. i now want this too. don't taint your name alone with the mistakes we both make." there's a hint of pain and upset in your voice, which did not go unnoticed by your lover.

satoru immediately places a kiss on your forehead to cease the frown forming in your frame. "hey. i'm sorry, okay? i didn't mean to invalidate you. i just want what's best for you." he noticed your tense muscles suddenly came to loose, kind of relieved from what he said to you.

"you're the best for me." you let out your sweetest smile that even ants might get diabetes. you could also see your satoru blushes as his cheeks in your palm suddenly become more warmer and the tip of his ears are visibly red.

"ooh~? someone's blushing?" you teasingly said. the gentleman in front of you chuckles as he takes your fingers and kisses all of your fingertips.

"mmh…i am, indeed." his voice is so sultry that it was your turn to blush—maybe harder than he was earlier.

the couple giggled to each other as they continued to exchange endearing words and sweet little kisses. teenage love is really sweet. for sure when they grow up, this kind of memory would be stamped permanently in their brains.

"this might sound cheesy to you but whatever, i'm just going to say what I want to say."

"alright, but first, why don't you come inside? i'm worried you might get a cold from hanging out there…"

"eh, this is more convenient since you're coming out with me." he just offered you a thumbs up before proceeding to his next speech. you waited for him patiently with a gentle smile decorating your lips.

"as i was saying, whenever you would run your fingers through my hair as we watched the lights of the city go wild, you kept your eyes to me—only to me. at first, it feels wrong but you make it enough just to make it right."

"because i never thought that i would end up with you. a living goddess, a saint, a careful daughter—you're way too opposite of me. but, whenever i see you smile, i...i can see the sparks fly."

"i remember it all, that summer afternoon of July 7th—you held my hand and led me towards the staircase of our classroom building. you whisper my name ever so slowly and softly, and then you say you love me. god! that made me get so captivated by you, everything blooms like a fireworks show."

his blue eyes dived deep inside your own, swimming further as he got lost by your warmth. it held pure praise and adoration for you, and only you. every inch of his body screams that you only own him. That applies the same to you as to satoru.

"so, my love, would you like to go out with me?" your lover lends out his hand, encouraging you to join him into a reckless adventure. with tears slowly formulating in your eyes, you manage to let out a contented laugh—clearly touched by his confesst.

"do I really have to say anything when you literally told me a while ago the reason why you have decided to stay there by the window is that it is more convenient since you're coming out with me?"

satoru blushes slightly. "oh shush! don't make me embarrassed and just say your answer."

your eyes disappeared as you gave her your signature eyed smile, something you would only do when you feel extremely happy.

"whenever there's you, i will always follow you."

"is that a yes?" sometimes, your boyfriend is a big mood killer with his stinky ass jokes that make you want to throw him into the ocean and feed to those little fish who need his nutrients.

"do you not hear what i have said?" your eyes squint over his mischievousness.

"said what?"

this mother—

"okay, i changed my mind. goodnight." without a second thought, you turned your heel away and started to lay down on your bed.

"wait! No, no ,no! my love, i'm just joking—like really! i am just so happy you accepted my offer." you saw satoru struggle to stop you through your peripheral vision, it makes you smile but you remembered that you're annoyed, so you stop yourself.

"hmph! let's just go, we still have class tomorrow." he smiled at your answer before helping you to sneak out through the window.

mumbling some careful words, both of you successfully touch the ground without making any noises. a harsh wind of the night blew within your skins, as you were only wearing a thin fabric of your nightgown.

"here. good thing i bought you some of my extra hoodies." you grin at your boyfriend's caring attitude as he even helps you wear it.

the walk around your subdivision is just perfect and calming. just you and satoru, walking hand in hand, swaying your collided hands occasionally. the moon and the stars above are twinkling, serving as your light along with the light posts near the sidewalk.

"i've always wanted to do this, walking alone with you. i like it that it's just the two of us, i could kiss you anytime i want." you punched his arm weakly and told him to cut it out, but satoru was serious with his words.

"i love you—"

*drip*

"it's raining? damn, i should've checked the weather first." you man mumbles under his breath and was about to pull you to the nearest shelter when you held his hands. stopping, his blue eyes trailed at you with confusion.

"let's just stay here for a while."

"but baby, you might get sick."

"i won't." you let out a laugh as you pull satoru in the middle of the road, inviting him for a waltz. his hands slowly trail on your curves as you wrap your arms around his neck.

two eyesights are swimming to each other's gaze, drowning themselves with love and neverending adoration.

both of your foreheads are leaning to each other, still swaying and hands are clasping. satoru blew a peck on your nose, he could feel the coldness from the rain—but it was just right because of how the distance of your bodies brings warmth to each other.

"y/n, can i kiss you?" satoru's blue eyes bore into your own orbs, filled with extreme love and adoration towards you.

"you don't have to ask me." answering with the same loudness and softness, you smiled at your lover.

gently, satoru adjusted his grip on your waist before slowly capturing your lips with his. the dynamic rhythm of your kiss matches the dampness of the rain, creating a romantic air within your vicinity.

this is perfect. you couldn't ask for more, he couldn't ask for more. once again, teenage love is indeed very sweet when you're with that one memorable person. in this case, you and satoru are that memorable person.

who knew that a sinner and a saint had this fascinating chemistry?

©luvvixu2023

[beddybites]

i got a ton of asks in my inbox so im just going to put all of them here so i don't spam u guys with it haha

this is really the only guy i use. felt pen on clip studio is excellent for the sketchier style i like! when it comes to coloring i just use a basic solid brush !

i imagine they do, and they each get assigned a baby (tanjiro with giyuu, inosuke with sanemi, and zenitsu with obanai) but it lasts for barely a day. inosuke has no idea what hes doing and obanai cant stand zenitsu

tengens wives find the situation hysterical but they help out however they can. ofc they all fight over tengen. they love helping out with the kiddies but they especially enjoy taking care of the younger ones-- they think mui, mitsuri, and shinobu are adorable! tengen definitely tries to flirt with them but hes a cringe fail ten year old

kanao, aoi, and the butterfly girls all help out as well. kanao and shinobu are typically glued together

shinjuro and senjuro are shocked to see rengoku (and obanai) and while shinjuro is pissed off at first, he can't Not take in his boys. senjuro and little obanai are super similar in nature so

urokodaki, tengen, and nezuko are worried but excited about giyuu's transformation. they're like lets freaking go. good childhood moment

and of course genya thinks the situation is hilarious and hes happy to get to spend time with his brother, although he's VERRRRY awkward. he's a bit avoidant at times but usually gyomei and tanjiro can talk him

aw thank you! to answer your question;; shinobu and gyomei basically spend time with him and are attentive to his wants/needs to help him recognize he does matter. rengoku and the others help with this! essentially love language stuff and affirmations and what not

ill be honest i totally forgot about this. yea! i would say the babies are only put in a very specific area of the manor and they deep clean it constantly. if they have a good amount of sick/wounded i imagine they have gyomei or etc take them in. im not sure! in my mind the hashira all rotate and babysit and etc

this 100% happens. urokodaki learned the news and had never traveled to the headquarters so fast

ohh this is a fun question! truthfully im not sure what the answer to this would be... i appreciate all the questions/ideas/etc!! if anything id love to have more questions about general characterization stuff, since thats my favorite favorite favorite to talk about!!! maybe more questions about like... what their relationships are like, do they have nicknames for each other, that sort of thing... idk! either way im glad people are interested :D

sanemi tries to make them laugh. he remembers his little siblings always cheering up when he would make silly faces and sounds, so he does that here

giyuu awkwardly pats the other baby's back/head and is like "there there" ... he remembers how sabito's hugs would make him feel better so he awkwardly hugs the other. most of the time obanai/sanemi stop crying purely bc they're confused as to why giyuu is hugging them

obanai would usually talk them out of it, but he can't do too much since he's restricted to baby babble. so instead, he will try to find one of their toys and "gift" it to them. ex giyuu was sobbing hysterically until obanai found his fox plushie and gave it to him

awww shucks... stop it u guys.....!

im doing ok!!! hanging in! got 3/13 commissions done so busy busy!

also, for future ref, i prefer being called "bite" !!! i know a lot of people call me ghost, so i just wanted to take a moment to correct that :D

awwwwww this is so sweet!! thank you so much!!!!!!

defintely one of the rodent pokemon. my favorite pokemon changes constantly but im told i have mimikyu / teddiursa / bunneary vibes. i also like espurr. i have no idea UWEIHRWE

i think he would be a little awkward at first but he would get the hang of it. most of what he does is just keep them entertained and make sure they arent sick or hurt. though he eventually builds up the courage to ask if he can feed obanai. from that point on whenever muichiro is babysitting he's the one offering to feed him, though someone else has to make the bottle-- he doesn't know how to do that

this is canon

Hands down, Obanai. Though I also feel really sad for Gyomei and Muichiro, and I think Tengen's story (what we know of it) is pretty sad. I don't like comparing traumas, though! but yeah. obanai is. wow. poor guy

and to those of you sending art requests; i see them, i promise! commissions come first, so they may take time for me to get done!

thank you guys for all the questions! i always love checking my inbox and getting an excuse to talk about things...

[thatgirlthatwritessmut]

Expresso.

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𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ~ your bf peter parker walks in on you in the bathroom after a shower fully naked.

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ~ smut, 18+ content, nudity, consent, oral receiving & giving, fingering, penetration, mentions of masturbation.

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you stand outside in the cold, feeling the fall breeze through your hair. you push your sleeves on your sweater further down your already reddened hands. you knock on the dark woodened door holding a plastic bag full of candies you bought from the store not to long ago. you bought all of peter’s favorite candies…reese’s, snickers, twix. you were very excited to spend time with him. you guys planned a movie night together. you two agreed that you would spend the whole night bingeing scary movies while eating candy till you were sick. you loved this time of the year. the color of the leaves turning to beautiful shades of orange. the different smell of the fall air. it warmed your heart and being able to spend this time of the year with peter made it 10x better. you guys just recently started dating so this was the first halloween spent together and you wanted to spend it right.

the door cracks open to reveal a sweet older woman that you soon grew to know as aunt may. she was very supportive of your relationship with peter and she saw you as the granddaughter she never had. aunt may greets you with a warm smile. “hi sweetheart come on in. peter is just upstairs.”. you give a soft smile back to the kind woman as you past through the door. “peter your lover is here!”. you can feel your face get hot at aunt may’s words. you look down at the ground and you can’t help but smile to yourself. “coming! just give me a minute!”. your heart starts to beat faster just by hearing his voice. he gives you butterflies even when he does nothing but exist.

you look to your side to see aunt may looking at you smiling. she chuckles. “i remember being young and in love once. enjoy it.” she places her hands on your arms giving you a warm smile before pulling you into a warm embrace. “hey so i’m going to be heading out soon but just know you can help yourself to any drinks or food while im gone and if you need help finding anything of course you can ask peter. okay hun?”. you shake your head yes. “okay, thank you ms. parker”. aunt may shakes her head as she walks towards the kitchen. “oh don’t be silly. call me aunt may.”.

you take your shoes off at the door making yourself comfortable. you then follow aunt may to the kitchen. as you walk in you watch as aunt may searches her fridge. you soon put your elbows on the counter in front of you before asking a question. “hey so aunt may…would it be okay if i use your guys shower? i always shower before bed and since im sleeping over tonight i thought i would shower before getting too comfortable.”. “yeah sure hun of course. my house is your house.”. you smile for a moment before you push yourself off of the counter and walk out of the kitchen.

“thanks aunt may.”

you grab your towel out of your backpack and put the candy bag inside of your backpack before putting it to the side and walking up the stairs. you thought to maybe peak in on peter and what he was doing but you thought to give him his space till he was done with whatever he was doing. you make your way to their bathroom and closed the door. you soon started up the shower. you made sure the water was warm but almost a little hot. just how you liked it. once it reached the temperature you preferred you started to strip till you were naked. you enter the shower and you let out a sigh of relief at the feeling. as you wash yourself you start to think again about what peter is doing. you tend to think about peter a lot. more than you cared to admit. he was your first thought in the morning and your last thought at night. you even had dreams of him often. dreams about you two hanging out together on dates and late night car rides. just living life to the fullest with him always by your side. you would have other types of dreams of him as well…dreams were he would kiss you in places, or touch your thighs, and whisper things into your ear that would make your body tingle. some dreams of him would be even more intense…and when you would wake up from those in the morning you would feel a pool that was made in your panties from your own imagination. you two haven’t made love with each other yet. just innocent kisses here and there and a few touches but nothing that really got you excited. now don’t get it wrong, your heart skipped a beat every time peter gifted you sweet kisses from his oh so soft lips; but all that you two did was innocent but you were ready to get a little naughty. you just didn’t know how to ask him for that…but you wanted that so badly. you’re a shy girl and peter knows that so it feels out of character to be so bold about something so…sensual. peter hasn’t really shown any signs of wanting your relationship to become more intimate so you surely didn’t want to push him on it if he wasn’t ready. you pondered in the shower over this for some time before realizing that peter was probably done with whatever he was doing by now.

you turn off the shower and then step out still thinking about what you should do about your more lewd feelings towards him. you look at your naked figure through the bathroom mirror contemplating on if he even finds you sexy. as you stare at yourself you hear the bathroom door open suddenly and you immediately jump. you are then shocked to see peter opening the door. you cover your body as a reflex. “peter!-”. its too late though because peter’s eyes immediately go wide at the sight of your wet naked body. he quickly adverts his eyes to the ceiling and covers them with his hand and repeating the words “i’m so sorry” a million times while slamming the door close.

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“oh god oh my god oh my god”. peter says as he speed walks down the hall. he holds his reddened hot face in his hands as he is making it to his room and sits on his bed. he can’t get the picture of you soaking wet out of his head. he couldn’t stop seeing the beads of water traveling down your curves. he had never seen you naked before and it was driving him crazy. he blushed even harder remembering the look of your unclothed breasts and bum…and pussy. he’s only seen you that exposed in his dreams. oh he was a naughty boy. he would think of you in all kinds of positions for him so he can take you. he would often touch himself to the thought of you wanting nothing more than for your holes to replace his hand. he would imagine how sweet your sounds were when you felt pleasure. he wanted nothing more than to give those feelings to you. to see how much your body reacted to his touch. to see your pretty face aroused…brows pinched and mouth agape with your face fully flushed. he wanted to hear your voice moaning and whining his name begging him not to stop and to keep touching you. he wanted to make you feel things you have never felt before. he wanted to be the one to give you that like no one else could. he wanted that so bad but, he didn’t ask out of fear that you would feel pressured. he wanted you to come to him when you were ready.

as peter sat on his bed trying to push the thoughts away he felt ashamed to be thinking of you sexually after walking in on you. he started to feel like he violated you and your privacy and he would grow to feel more ashamed when he finally looked down at his crotch and realized he had a growing erection from the incident. “oh god” he sighs as he lazily takes a shaky hand through his hair. he starts to think about what he can do to take his mind off of this. he soon thinks of something and stands up to make his way to the kitchen downstairs.

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you feel your wet feet against the cold bathroom floor. as you stand there your mouth is open not being able to believe what just happened. you start to feel the chill of the room on your wet body so you finally grab your towel and wrap it around yourself. you then walk out of the bathroom.

“peter?”

“yes honey i’m down here.”. you walk downstairs with only your towel wrapped around you. as you’re walking downstairs you are met with your bf holding a cup of expresso. you can tell his eyes traced over your body and he immediately tries to look away and begins to look down at his feet. “i- i uh..made you some expresso…you know..since we’re doing an all nighter…”. you give him a soft smile as you take the drink into your hands. you take a sip. it tasted perfect. he always made it perfect…he unfailingly made sure it was just how you liked it. “thank you peter…”.

as you look at peter for a moment you notice how pink his face is. more pink than usual. you soon make a worried face while putting the back of your hand on his forehead. “are you okay peter? you seem worked up. your face is all flushed. are you coming down with something?”. your hand soon moves down to his heated cheek. “oh no uh…don’t worry about me i promise i’m fine.”. as he says that he looked you in your eyes with a noticeable fake smile but afterwards he glanced down at his legs noticing how shaky they have gotten. you take your hand away from him nodding but still having a concerned expression across your face.

its silence for a swift second before he tilts his head up and looks at you. he had the prettiest puppy eyes that you could never be mad at. “i’m really sorry y/n…i promise i didn’t mean to walk in on you. i was going to the bathroom really quick before i was going to go downstairs to see you but i had no clue you took a shower and weren’t…decent.”. you take one hand to his cheek rubbing your thumb under his eye and smiling. “peter…please don’t beat yourself up about this. its not your fault. i forgot to lock the door. how were you supposed to know that. its okay baby…”. the two of you smile at each other warmly. you then connect your lips with his. you plant soft kisses onto his mouth. peter soon remembers his erection because the tingles from the kisses go straight to his cock. he quite quickly pushed you away. he needed to stop before he started involuntarily thrusting into your hips. he started nervously laughing trying to throw you off his weird behavior. “hey! so is this your backpack? let me take it upstairs for you!”. “uh okay…” you give him a nervous smile not understanding why he would pull away from a kiss from you. did he feel uncomfortable around you now?

as he picked up your backpack he started to walk upstairs. “i uh…have a surprise for you. that’s why i was taking so long to come see you.”. you immediately get excited at his words. “oh really? what is it??”. he lets out a breathy laugh at your child-like excitement. “you’ll see…its in my room.”.

you two walk up to his room and you softly gasp as you walk in. you see that he decorated his room for your get together. he had bowls of snacks on his bed and matching pajama sets on his bed for you and him. he even had your favorite scary movie on his tv ready to be played. “oh peter….this is so cute…thank you so much.”. you walk up to his bed and pick up the pajama set. “i bought those for us to wear.” he smiles at you looking for your reaction. you put the pajama set down shaking your head and you look over at him. “this is perfect peter…i love it.”. you quickly go over to peter and wrap him in an embrace. he rubs your back as the two of you hug each other. he tries his hardest to ignore that you’re only in a towel against him. you soon feel something hard against you. you pull away. “what is that peter? i felt something hard-”. “HEY! so how about you put your pajamas on i’ll step out! call me back in when you need me.”. he then storms out quickly not letting you finish your sentence. as he closes the door you stand there confused. why was he acting so weird? did you do something wrong again? you put the cup of expresso on his dresser as your face showed how stumped you were. you didn’t know what to do but listen to him and just put the pajamas on. as you’re slipping them on it finally clicks for you. the pulling away. the flushed face. the rushing out the room….the hard feeling against your thigh. did he get hard at the sight of you naked?

as you finished getting dressed you smiled to yourself. you were happy that you had such a strong impact on him. your doubts were now erased that he didn’t see your body as sexy…but how do you proceed now that you know?

“you can come in now peter.”. as peter comes in he says “okay..uh i’ll just change in the bathroom real quick then come back okay?”. “okay…um by the way…did aunt may head out yet?”. as peter grabs his pajama set he looks up at you. “uh yeah…she told me she was leaving while i was making the expresso for you.”. you nod your head while you fiddle with your hands as you say “oh..okay.”. you didn’t want to show that you were happy about that. you wanted peter all to yourself tonight…no distractions.

peter pauses looking at you for a second and couldn’t help tracing your body with his eyes again. you two could feel the tension rising between yourselves. before it would get to intense peter adverted his eyes from you and starting nodding his head as he walked out holding his change of clothes. “okay so ill be in the bathroom.”.

“yup.” you respond.

as you wait for peter to finish changing, you settle onto his bed. you soon look to the side back at the bowls of snacks. “oh right forgot about the candy i brought.”. you stand up and walk over to your backpack and pull out the bag of treats. you then make your way back to the bed and dump all the candy you bought into the bowls. as you sit back down you pull a pack of fun sized chips out of a bowl and eat awaiting peter’s return.

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as peter makes his way to the bathroom he closes the door and makes sure he locks it. didn’t want to have another incident. as he settles into the bathroom he starts to pull his clothes off to change into the matching pj set. he pulls his shirt off first and then his pants. as he pulls down his pants he noticed the aching bulge in his briefs. he lets out a rough sigh before taking his hand and slowly stroking his boner through the soft cloth. he places a hand on the cold counter of the bathroom to stabilize himself as he continues to stroke his hard on. “mm..fuck” he says softly. his mind starts to think back on how your body was just in the same place his is now. standing completely vulnerable in all of your glory. he starts to thrust his hips into his hand relieving the ache in his groin for attention. he lets out soft whimpers as he does so creating a wet patch on the soft cloth of his underwear.

his dirty mind starts to imagine you entirely naked bent over the counter in front of him. he imagines the sound of his skin slapping into yours as he feels the tightening of your pussy with every thrust. he envisions his hand reaching under you and rubbing your clit as he pounds into your wet cunt. “oh fuck…what am i doing?” he says soft and breathy as he remembers that you’re just a room down from him while he’s doing this. as he’s basically touching himself to the thought of you. he slowly take his hand off of his crotch. “you need to get your shit together peter.” he says to himself looking at his flushed face in the mirror. his eyes soon enough start to travel down his body quickly noticing the small mess he’s made in his boxers. it was a spot of pre cum on them which made the area on the fabric look darker.

he started to notice how much time he’s been in the bathroom and got nervous that you were getting suspicious of him. he hurried and put the pjs on not wanting to make you wait for him any longer.

as peter walks out the bathroom he makes sure his shirt is pulled over his pants. didn’t want to take any chances of you seeing his situation. as he walks into the room he sees you balled up with your legs to your chest eating snacks. he smiled gently. he loved how baggy the pajamas looked on you. made you look smaller than you are. he felt like he could put you in his pocket. in that moment he remembered how much he wanted to make you his wife. you soon look at him standing in the doorway realizing he came back. “peter…why are you smiling?” you say with a grin.

“no reason.”

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you watch peter as he walks around the bed to sit beside you. as he sits down he looks at the bowls on the bed and realizes the candy you added to them. “you got my favorite candies?!” his face lights up and it warms your heart. you start to nod. “i did” you say with a prideful grin. he gives you those sweet puppy eyes again as he softly says “thank you baby…”. you notice he looks down at your lips. you copy him looking down to his. you inch closer slowly. when you get close enough to peter’s face you leave a soft kiss against his lips then pull away; not wanting to pressure him since he pulled away earlier. as you look at him his face changes from sweet to sinful. his eyes had gotten darker. he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear before letting his hand rest on the side of your face. he then pulls you into him connecting your lips with his. the room is soon filled by the sound of passionate kissing. your body practically melts as he kisses you. it wasn’t too long till you could feel your panties getting damp. peter starts to rub up and down your back and sides and you couldn’t help but wish he was using his hands to rub somewhere else. as your imagination starts to get the best of you, you begin to worry. what if he just gets you all worked up again just to only kiss you? are you going to just have to sit here the whole night feeling needy and not being able to do anything about it? you didn’t want that to happen. you wanted to let him know how much you wished for him to make love to you. you wanted to get clarification on if he was truly ready for that next step in the relationship.

you pull back softly from his lips gently pushing him away by his chest. “peter…”. his face immediately gets worried. “did i do something wrong? im sorry.”. you hold the side of his face and gently shake your head. “no peter…you didn’t do anything wrong. honestly everything you do in my eyes is perfect. you make me feel things i’ve never felt before and i’m grateful for that…”

you slowly try to come out of your shell searching for a way to tell him what you were feeling. you take your hand away from his face as you stay silent opening and closing your mouth not knowing how to say it he searches your eyes with a worried expression trying to understand what was going on. he starts rubbing his thumb under your eye while caressing your face. you didn’t want to worry him any longer so you just bursted out the question.

“did you get hard from seeing me naked?”

peter’s hand on your face immediately freezes and so does his face. his face turned more red than its ever been before as his eyes widen. you quickly apologize.

“i’m sorry i don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. i just wanted to know if you were ready for a more intimate step in our relationship…you know…having sex?”. you start to fidget with your hands. peter’s mouth is agape as he tries to find his words. “i- y/n….im open to that but i don’t want to push you on it if you aren’t.”. “no no…i want to…” as you spoke you start to look away from him feeling your own face get hotter from admitting what you wanted.

it’s silence for a minute before peter spoke. “i did get hard from seeing you like that.”. your eyes shoot up to his. “your body is so perfect and pretty baby. i couldn’t help it.”. you stare at him not knowing what to say. he then takes your hand and places it on top of his crotch moving your hand in a rubbing motion. “do you feel how hard i am baby?”. your face gets more flushed at the feeling of his throbbing stiff cock. “peter…” you say softly taken back by how forward he was being. “i want you so badly” he says before moving to kiss you down your neck. he then wraps his arms around you while he does so. one hand rubbing up and down your side and the other up and down the small of your back. your hands rest at the top of his arms as you let out little gasps from the feeling of his lips sucking on that sweet spot right under your jaw. peter soon places his hands on your waist and lifts you up and over him to straddle his lap. as he does so he moves his kisses to your lips. you kiss him passionately loving the taste of him. as the two of you kissed he moved his hands to your ass squeezing it. you let out a gasp into the kiss.

“is that okay?” he asks breaking away from the kiss. you answer him with a quick nod before going back in for more. you involuntarily start to grind your hips against his. you needed a release from all the the pent up feelings dancing around in your body and oh did you get the release. his body felt so good against yours. it made your stomach flutter. felt so good you started to moan into his mouth. “ohhh god.” you moan. peter lets out grunts as soon as you started; immediately bucking his hips in response to your movements. “ohhh fuck baby.” he groans as he pulls you harder onto his boner by your ass, pushing you to grind against him.

peter starts to scoot off of the bed. as he stands he holds you up by your bum not letting your lips disconnect from his. he then places one hand on your back as he slowly lowers you onto the bed resting in between your legs. he runs his hands down your sides as he starts trailing kisses from your neck to your chest. as he goes back and forth between those areas planting soft pecks his hands start slightly going under your shirt only to be retracted to tease you. as he begins to hold your waist he plants kisses through your chest and down your stomach making you feel flutters in every place his lips connected with. “can i take these off sweetheart?” he says as he holds the waist band of your pj pants. you reply with a soft “yes”.

he begins to pull the pants down taking them off. once your panties are exposed to him he spreads your legs and leans back a little to fully take in what’s in front of him. peter bites his lip as he notices the wet spot on the fabric where your entrance would be. when he looks up to you he notices how your face have grown sheepish barely being able to make contact with his eyes. “sweetheart…you don’t have to be nervous with me.”. peter takes his hand along the back of your thigh holding it up as his mouth traveled to the inside of your legs. he started to slightly use his tongue against the skin creating wet kisses painfully close to your heat. “tell me if you want me to stop at anytime.”. you nod in response watching his lips travel through your thighs. “i’ll go slow and be as gentle as you like. you don’t have to worry.”. “okay peter” you say softly feeling more than safe…you felt protected.

he detaches his lips from your thighs as he quickly takes off his shirt. “how about we get comfortable? can i take your shirt off too my love?”. “mhm.” you say with a nod. he slowly raises your shirt over your head and tosses it to the side along with his own. he lets out a rough sigh as he quickly takes in the picture of you only in your undergarments. “you’re so pretty” he says as he goes to plant kisses on the tops of your breasts. he leaves wet kisses all over. he takes one of his hands and softly squeezes one of your breasts. “is it okay that i’m touching you here?”. you nod your head as a response biting your lip. he then goes back to kissing and squeezing your plump soft breasts. peter starts to thrust his hips into you again as his free hand holds the small of your back lifting it up to grind back. you start to let out soft whines at the feeling. you anticipated this for so long. him touching you in this way. it was like one of the dreams that you never wanted to wake up from. you wanted to stay like this forever. you never wanted him to let you go.

“i’m going to take this off now…okay?”. peter slowly moves his hands under you unclasping your bra. as he pulls it off he smirks. “i’m glad i get to see these again.”. you jokingly slap his shoulder.

“peter!”

peter chuckles for moment. you always admired his humor. the way he could bring laughter to more erotic moments between the two of you was attractive. as you smile at him he without warning moves his mouth to your exposed chest latching onto your nipple sucking and flicking his tongue around the sensitive area. you gasp arching your back into him. “babyy…” you pant at the feeling. he starts to swirl his tongue around your nipple before sucking it again sending waves of ecstasy through your body. he went back and forth between your breast doing the same to both and made sure that he was squeezing the breast that wasn’t being sucked on at the moment. when your nipples are fully hardened and at their full sensitivity he starts to travel back down your body settling between your legs and leaving wet pecks against them. he eventually looks back at your underwear and the stain on them as he does so. “do you want my kisses right here baby?” he says as he suddenly places his thumb against your clothed entrance rubbing it softly. you gasp as your eyebrows pinch together at the feeling. you quickly nod your head your eyes not leaving his. your pride was clearly thrown out the window; you just wanted to feel good.

“yeah? oh i bet you do.” he teases as he plants a kiss directly on top of your clothed clit making you even wetter. “let’s take these pretty panties off yeah?” he says as he puts your legs up and pulls your panties off. when they are off you spread your legs again quickly not wanting to waste anytime. he then takes his thumbs against your folds and spreads them apart looking at the pinkest part of your pussy. “you’re very observant…” you say nervously noticing his need to see every detail of you.

“i just want to take in every part of you. that’s all.” he says softly as he lowers himself down to kiss your clit and lick your opening. you let out a soft breath as your stomach fills with flutters. he continues to hold your folds apart as he licks all over your entrance and even spitting on it for more wetness. he then moves his mouth to your clit gifting it more kisses. you begin to tangle your fingers through his hair as you moan and whine from his actions. “ohhh peter…oh fuck!”. he begins to incorporate tongue fucking with his kitten licks that’s going all over your cunt. your hips start to thrust into his mouth. you involuntarily begin rubbing your cunt all over the lower half of his pretty face.

peter groans and moans into your heat from your actions feelings himself get harder. “does that feel good?” he says in between sucking and licking. “y-yes peter..mm it feels so good.” you say in a whiney tone whilst arching your back. as peter continues to eat you out you start to feel something start to build up in your tummy.

“peter…i think i’m going to cum soon.” you say with a shaky voice. “that’s good baby cum for me” peter mutters into your pussy as he adds a finger trying to get you there even faster. you moan loudly at the feeling of his long finger entering you and curling up. your legs start to shake as you grip his brown locks tighter. he was making you feel like you were on cloud nine. you felt like your soul was floating outside of your body. he was eating your pussy so well. you couldn’t believe he didn’t take your panties off and do this to you sooner. him keeping this talent from you felt like it was a crime in itself.

as the feeling inside of your stomach builds and builds, you get louder and louder. he eventually added another finger making it unbearable quite frankly. as the feeling became too much you shut your eyes close and balled your fists in his hair as your body releases fluids from between your legs. “oh my god peter!” you moan and it’s like music to his ears. your sounds send waves of arousal to his cock making it throb for you.

as he sucks and licks you through your orgasm he groans into your heat. when you’re done he licks his lips before coming up and kissing you with his tongue so you can taste yourself. peter lets out soft breaths into the kiss. soon the words “good girl…” soothingly leaves his lips.

as you kiss him more you take your fingers through his hair as the connection between your mouth and his becomes sloppier. not too long after the kiss is broken as you pull away.

“let me suck your dick.”

peter looks at you with lust as he catches his breath from the kiss you two recently shared. “you don’t have to do it just because i did it to you.” he says with a deep breathy voice. “don’t be silly peter.” you say as you begin to rub his hard on over his pants. you noticed it was somehow harder than when you touched like 15 minutes ago. his jaw falls slack as he deeply breaths looking down at your hand.

you move your hands to his chest gently pushing him away from you as you stood up then pushed him onto the bed. “take your pants off”. he stares at you for a moment before slowly pulling down his pj pants and then soon after his briefs. your eyes slightly widen for a moment from seeing how long he was. you look him in his eyes as you lower yourself to your knees in front of him. “are you ready?”. peter caresses your face and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear before bending down and placing a kiss on the corner of your lips. he then nods his head as he sits back watching you.

as you take his cock into you hand you look up at him doe eyed as you begin to stroke it. peter immediately groans in response to your hand movements. “jesus…” he says as he starts to grip at his bed sheets. as you stroke him you start to plant soft wet kiss over his shaft and balls. as you do so you moan “mmm” into the kisses sending soft vibrations from your mouth to his cock.

soon you stop stroking him to replace your hand with your mouth. you take him into your mouth inch be inch wrapping him in warmth and wetness. you begin to bob your head up and down his shaft taking in as much as you can of him. “ohhh fuck…” peter groans as he combs your hair up into a ponytail holding it back for you as his hips begin to thrust. as his hips begin to hit against your face pushing his cock further down your throat you begin to gag making tingles travel to peter’s stomach. he starts to whimper as his hip thrusting becomes faster. you start to moan on his cock as you feel yourself get wet even more. peter notices your gagging becomes more frequent and you might not be getting enough air so he pulls you off groaning softly at the loss of pleasure. “are you okay baby? do you need a minute?”. you look up at him teary eyed as you shake your head before grabbing his throbbing erection and forcing it back down your sore throat. “OH ffffffuck…” as he puts a hand behind him on the bed for stability. he uses the other hand to continue holding you hair back. his hips begin to buck again devoted to the feeling you were providing him. his legs shake as he moans and whimpers your name. he soons starts to feel like he’s going to explode out of ecstasy so he pulls you off.

“hey?…what’s wrong wrong? why did you pull me off?”. peter smiles as he catches his breath. “when i cum i want it to be from your pussy…is that okay?”. as he watches you nod he stands up over you. he slowly leans down to pull you off of your knees and into his embrace as he locks lips with you. he runs his hands over your sides as he turns you around and pushes you onto the bed.

peter smiles at you as he wraps his arms around your thighs pulling you a little off the edge of the bed. he pins one of your legs up with his hand as he runs his cock up and down the slit of your cunt. “are you still sure you want to do this my love?”. your eyebrows are already knitted together as you nod your head ready for him to fuck you stupid. peter stares at you then tilts his head. “i need more baby…i need words.”.

consent was very important to him and he didn’t want to do something you weren’t comfortable with; even if it was written all over your face that you wanted him inside of you greatly.

“i want you peter…i want you to make love to me….i REALLY need you inside of me baby please.” you whine pulling at his sides.

he smirks.

“you eager girl.” he says before unexpectedly pushing every inch of his shaft inside of your pussy.

you gasp loudly at his sudden intrusion. “OH PETER!” you moan as you begin to grip and scratch his sides. peter places one hand above your head on the bed as he continues to hold one of your thighs up giving him more room to thrust into you. soon the room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other and the moans and whimpers from the two of you.

“ohhhh peter you feel sooo gooddd”

“so do you…ugh fuck”

as he fucks you he feels your cunt practically pulling him in as your walls squeeze around his cock. “oh baby this pussy is so nice…jesus fucking christ. you are soaking wet just for me.”. he fucks you deeply coating his cock in your fluids. you begin to scratch your nails down his back leaving red marks. peter groans deeply from the feeling. he soon buried his head into the crook of your neck whimpering curses as the feelings of pleasure built up within of him. you tangle your fingers in his hair tugging on his brown locks. “please don’t stop peter oh god” you moan into his ear making his cock twitch inside of you. peter picks up his pace fucking into you faster. his cock stretches you greatly. “you’re so big peter” you whine gripping his hair tighter. you start to feel pressure build up inside of you. peter leans back again to be able to see your aroused face once more.

“you’re such a pretty girl…” peter says as he moves his hand to your clitoris. “with such a pretty pussy.”. he begins to rub your clit as he pounds your wet tight cunt forcing whimpers and whines out your mouth.

“ugh..please keep making those sweet sounds. you’re driving me crazy.”. peter’s strokes start to become short and messy. you can tell he’s getting close and so are you. “i’m about to cum peter!”. “cum for me baby. cum on this dick.” he responds as he picks up his pace even more. “OHH GOD…”. you shake as your body can’t take anymore and you begin to have an orgasm. peter has his not too long after.

peter slowly slides out of you while kissing your neck. “that was amazing y/n.”. you smile at him as he lays next to you sweaty and messy haired but he managed to still look just as handsome to you.

“thank you peter…not just for…that…”.

you smile harder looking away for a second before peering back at him seeing his sly grin. “the decorations, snacks, and pjs?…you’ve made this whole night so special for me and i’ll remember it forever.”. a light is lit inside of peter making his body warm and sending a wild fire through him. he can feel his love grow for you even though he thought he couldn’t fall for you more.

he saw sparks.

“i’m so happy i could give this memory to you y/n…i love you so much.”.

“i love you too peter.”

peter’s gaze moves back and forth between your eyes and lips. slowly he cups the side of your face as he proceeds to kiss your soft plump lips. the kiss is passionate and heart warming making you melt. when peter pulls away he licks his lips and smirks. “how about we start up the movie now baby.”. he nods at the tv. “okay…but not before we put the cute matching pjs back on!”. peter chuckles as the both of your hands intertwine fingers dancing together in harmony. your leg moves to the top of his and you scoot closer to him. you naturally being to feel more comfortable as the two of you share body heat. “yeah…of course….whatever you like.”. you stare at each other in an intense loving daze before its interrupted.

“peter! y/n! i’m back!”

you and peter quickly look at each other in surprise…sweaty and naked.

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*author’s note ~ thxs for reading <3. i hope you enjoyed this little fall story lol. i wanted to make this for halloween! feel free to leave story suggestions for future posts. stay safe! happy fall and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 🎃👻🍂*

[stevielicious]

Can you write one where Sam and Colby are like filming at the beach or something and it’s just like Colby can’t help but be like really touch with reader because we look good in our tiny swimsuit but it’s just all fluff but a little bit suggestive like hugs from behind neck kisses and then like in the water Colby like gropes reader or something if not totally fine love ur writing

HOLY FUCK YES, I looove this idea omg, god I THRIVE off of fluffy horny shit. first request and hopefully more to come!

thank you so much, so sweet of you:)🍬x

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𓆩⟡𓆪 Beach Babes 𓆩⟡𓆪

pairing- colby brock x fem!reader

summary- y/n & kat are taking time to relax at the beach, as the boys make a video, your boyfriend!colby can’t keep his eyes/interest off of you, especially his hands;)

word count- 1k ish? 

a/n- nothing against sams new girlie, I’m soo happy for him, just love katrina & her aura<3

also, kinda hate my writing in this but tysm for 260 notes on my first imagine ‘His Little Stripper<3’, i started writing this imagine when it had 90 so im just very surprised at the attention but so so grateful at the same time🥹

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Glistening waves sounded softly against the sanded shore, making our surroundings complete bliss. The sun gently beamed down, making the entire beach a gorgeous, shining coast. A light blue colour painted the sky with a hint of orange, gracefully illustrated, hints of purple shining through as the sun slowly started to set. Subtly hinting the time of day, or should I say evening, almost.

The boys, you and Kat, had been here almost all day, gaining a bronzing tan while the guys worked on a video. As we lapped up the rays from the gleaming ball of fire, we faintly heard the pair making their way back to our spot. Peering over, you had slightly pulled the tinted Ray-Ban’s down to the centre of your nose, hoping to get a better look.

“Holy shit.” You mumbled, finding it hard to look at anything but your boyfriend’s incredible physique. He laughed at something Sam had said as they approached us, his body gleaming from the heat. Colby had picked up a tan and man, he looked so good. His pearly white smile giving you slight butterflies, his hair was slightly wet still from when he took a dip earlier, almost curling from the salted sea.

You laid back down, quick to get into ‘position’, as if you never saw them coming.

Kat chuckled, your face heating up as you hadn’t realised you said it loud enough for her to hear. She sat up, awaiting her boyfriend who gave her a loving smile.

As Colby finished up his conversation with Sam, he noticed just how radiant you looked. Lying there on an off-white towel. Your body almost bare, in your little baby blue bikini, so innocently with your boobs almost spilling out, leaving him gawking. Also his favourite colour on you, making your skin glow more than ever. Your bikini bottoms hugging your body so perfectly, cupping your ass in a way that made him want you all to himself. Tiny beads of sweat on your torso making your body shine in a delicate, glowing way. He had thoughts of other people getting a glimpse of your body that belonged to him, only wanting you for himself, making him feel frustrated at his silly, possessive little conscience.

He gulped a little, getting lost in his imagination with the thought of you with next to nothing on. He cleared his throat and proceeded, shaking his head almost to clear his thoughts.

“Hey ladies, caught the sun a bit, huh?” Colby smugly mentioned, looking you up and down, eyes lingering on your chest. He tore his eyes away from you to catch the bottle of water Kat had chucked him from the little freezer we’d brang. He ripped it open and chugged it, as you peered up at him. You only noticed his presence towering over you when the sun was blocked, making the area before you ever so dark in your sunglasses. He poured the bottle over his already sweat-clad body, spraying you slightly.

The cold pricks of water felt good, droplets scattering your body, making you take in a sharp breath after sweltering all day, but the sight of him getting wet infront of you was more than making you feel a little lustful. His hair stuck to the side of his face, almost connecting to his sleek jaw, faint love bites still painted his neck which hadn’t quite left his skin yet from your time together a couple nights ago. The way his chiseled body gleamed in the orange setting with the water reflecting made him look angelic in this moment, his confident aura beamed, making you want him bad. So, so bad.

“Wanna take a dip, sweetheart?” Your breath hitched in your throat, snapping out of your dirty little imagination. Promptly nodding your head, struggling to get the words out, you took his large hand, almost falling into his body. Both of your bodies crashing into one another, softly, making your heart flutter a little. With quick thinking, he’d caught you with his free hand, firmly planted on your waist, he chuckled slightly, teasing you, “Steady there baby, you really wanna fall for me again?”

You steady yourself with your hand pressed against his chest, him feeling tense already from your fall. You laughed softly, giving him a smile. Loving the way his voice was a little husky, possibly from being parched most of the day. You reach up to his ear, standing on your tip-toes, whispering, “I’d fall for you again, and again Cole, and you know it.”

With a brisk peck to the cheek, you began to jog towards the sea, giggling as your boyfriend stood there, taking in your words and your flirty little kiss. It didn’t take long for him to sprint after you, taking in your body. The way the waves crashed against your legs, the water spraying up your body, the colour of the sun set kissing your already tanned features.

You took your scrunchie out of your hair with one swift move, letting it gracefully wave past your shoulders, letting your body relax more. Colby worshipped you in this moment, the colours, the setting and the sound of the waves were completely blissful, but he couldn’t help just how good you looked.

As he approached you, he remembered how he had picked a hibiscus flower that reminded him of you, a little earlier on during the video they were shooting. Sam thought they looked pretty and Colby just knew how much you loved flowers, and because he thought they were pretty too. Its beauty was captivating, as was yours, he thought to himself. When Sam had walked onwards, he thoughtfully picked one, in hopes you would like the subtle gesture.

The boy pulled out the ruby painted flower, ever so carefully from his pocket, just before the water had reached his waist. Your back faced him but you could feel him near. Taking in the sunset, you closed your eyes, feeling the water swishing around you, subtle splashes from afar and near filled your ears blissfully.

Your breath hitched in your throat as Colby pressed himself against your behind. You mutter his name in a happy, sigh kind of way. As you turn your face slightly toward him, as if to lean your head back on his bare chest, he lightly brushes your hair over your ear gently, placing the pretty flower in your hair. A smile grows wide in your face, planting your hand on your chest close to your heart, feeling the sweetness of the gesture.

“Colby!” You say in complete awe, over the simple token. This time you do turn toward him, his blue eyes stare lovingly in to yours. He brushes your hair over your other ear, as if out of habit. The little splash sounded, as his hand broke the surface of the water, just to reach your hand to hold.

“You’re so gorgeous, Y/N.” The adoration radiates off of him, so much that you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and give him that kiss you’ve been dying to give him since he set off on that video with Sam. You melted into his lips, his hands making their way to your ass, cupping it firmly making you squeal. You squeal a little more as his lifts you, making you instinctively wrap your legs around him also.

Laughs and giggles escape the both of you as you have a small audience of two watching from afar. They wave as they catch up themselves, sharing a cuddle. Colby goes to wave too as he holds you with one arm, such a charmer. His laugh is music to your ears and vice versa, he’s quick to squeeze what’s his, as he continues to pepper your face in kisses, saying ‘I love you’s’ in between.

As you lap up all the affection, he begins to travel down your face, to your neck. Colby nips and sucks sweetly at the thin skin on your neck, littering you in kisses, and faint bruises. He loves marking you and that in itself is enough to turn you on. You love being his.

With a lot of restraint, you place a hand firmly on his chest. A little breathless, meeting his eyes. His eyes turn a little darker, hungry even. He wants you and you want him, “Save it for later, handsome. We have an audience.”

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a/n, feel like I could’ve done way better with this, but I love having the thought of requests! I just started this like five months ago and have only just come back to it half done and with all the drama in the fandom I think I was just put off but it doesn’t mean I don’t wanna continue writing! I love a lot of characters and would love to write for anyone <3 (just give me a chance🥹)

[mcl602023]

summary: y/n and drew break up and she writes a song about him what will his reaction be?

⏳-angst/sad.

warnings? not really apart from crying and arguing.

i recommend listening to the song whilst reading!!!!

who do i call now?

4 months ago.

still in the blue say that i miss you silence.

i sit on my bed staring at nothing. i feel empty like ive been used and like i was never anything but a place holder.

sit on my phone tryna refrain from dialling.

looking at his contact on my phone. i still haven't changed his name or his picture.

wondering do i call? or do i leave him alone?

say when we're good then we're good when we're bad we're a disaster.

(flashback)

were sat here laughing over a joke about something silly he heard earlier whilst he was at set "god i love you" he says making my stomach erupt into butterfly's

"i love you so much more" i reply kissing his cheek.

(...)

2 hours later.

"god your so insecure it's actually a joke!"he screams at me.

i feel the tears filling up my eyes blurring my vision.

"it's not my fault okay? you know what i've been through im sorry"i shout back with a wobbly and shaky voice.

he scoffs rubbing his hands over his face.

"it's honestly pathetic you really think there's something going on with me and her?"he questions with anger written all over his face and venom in his words.

"well it's a little bit hard not to overthink it when your hand is on her ass!"i spit back.

make out, slam the door then text you right after.

he walks up to me grabbing my face in his hands and giving me a harsh kiss before walking over to the door opening it and slamming it shut as he walks out.

drew💗

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i'm sorry, come home x

read 16:21.

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i don't miss the drama but god i miss your laughter.

(end of flashback)

present day.

drew's pov.

"guys quick she's on stage in a minute!" i hear madelyn shout from hers and chases living room.

jesus why am i even here i think to myself sitting down on the couch.

just then the tv presenter starts speaking.

"please welcome to the stage y/n y/l/n!."

she appears on the screen looking beautiful. she's dyed her hair y/h/c and is now y/h/l.

and oh my god does she look so good in the outfit she's wearing.

austin shushes everyone as y/n begins singing.

"so who do i call now? i'd give it all now just to be fighting in the kitchen hearing the crash of broken dishes."

i start to get flashbacks of us arguing and me smashing dishes when everything got too much.

"thought it was bad then this heartache is hellbent id fall asleep to the television drown out the sound of your voice missing."

"now i'd do anything for you to yell at me."

"she looks heartbroken. why did i do this to her?" i silently question myself.

(flashback)

y/ns pov.

you left so quietly

but your silence is deafening.

i wake up the morning after another big argument with drew.

i reach over and pat the bed expecting his warmth to be there.

but there's nothing? he was in bed when i came back home though?

where is he?

i brush of the negative feeling in my gut that tells me something isn't right.

i walk out of our shared bedroom and begin to make myself coffee when i notice nearly all of his belongings are gone.

what the fuck?

i notice a note left on the coffee table.

"y/n im sorry but i need to focus on myself and i cannot do that if i am with you.i love you and im sorry it ended like this -drew."

(end of flashback)

drew's pov.

"hung by a thread sometimes i wish you'd cut it hit me so low then act like your so above it"

i can feel the intense stares of my friends but my focus remains on y/n as she sings i can see small tears falling down her beautiful face that you wouldn't notice unless you were actually looking.

"see when we're high we're so high then we crash and we shatter and make out like we're fine and fall back into old patterns"

"i don't miss the drama but god i miss your laughter"

"bro you messed up" i hear jd saying while slightly shaking his head.

"i know okay you don't have to tell me"i reply with a tear running across my cheek.

i zone out while she's singing a verse but eventually come back into reality when i hear the beat fasten up and get bassiser.

"i always come back like a sickness built the antibodies up get you out my system the audacity to call yourself the victim kick me down say it's not malicious"

"you use it all against me when i tell you things or even worse your not listening i used to go to you for everything"

i remember all the times she showed up at my doorstep before we moved in together crying about a minor thing that she didn't really need to be crying over.

"so who do i, who do i call now?".

And just like that the songs over and the crowd is cheering.

“i'd just like to thank you all for listening to this song tonight it means the world to finally be able to perform this for you"

she begins speaking and just hearing her voice is enough to have a few more tears stream down my face.

"i love you all thank you for tonight, goodnight!"

she shouts into the mic before running off stage.

what have i done?

my sweet beautiful y/n. i miss the way after every argument you'd still have a glimmer of hope in your eyes. i miss the way your eyes would sparkle with joy and happiness.

i took that from you.

i'm so sorry angel.

i will forever regret my mistake.

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a/n: okay so this is my first time writing an imagine and idk this feels so cringe 😭

[planetpiastri]

💝+ a kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips from the a hundred different kisses with bob?🤍

im a big dumby and have had this sitting half-written in my drafts for like a week!! anyways i think this is so sweet and so cute and i hope u enjoy<3 | [wc - 0.8k]

The night air was cold, but you hardly noticed. Bob was warm, and as you hooked your arm through his and intertwined your fingers, heat flared through you, fighting off the chill of the evening.

While tonight might have only been your third date, it felt like you’d been together for ages now. Things had progressed naturally and gradually with Bob, and in the six months since you’d met him, you’d never stopped getting butterflies when he so much as brushed his hand against yours. You could hardly believe he seemed to feel the same for you that you felt for him.

There was just one problem: he hadn’t kissed you yet.

You didn’t mind taking things slow with Bob. In fact, you thought it was pretty sweet. On your first date he had told you earnestly, “I want it to be special,” and you trusted him. With other guys you might have worried that there was some other reason they were holding back, but with Bob you didn’t have to worry about those silly insecurities. It was nice, and it was refreshing.

But you also really, really wanted to kiss him.

Actually, strike that—you really, really, really wanted him to kiss you. 

All these thoughts and more raced through your mind as you left the mini golf course and began to cross the parking lot back to Bob’s car, and you were still lost in thought as he pulled out and merged onto the highway back towards home.

He turned on the radio and reached over, lacing your fingers together, and you smiled. It pulled you back into the present moment, and you were alarmed by how much you liked this man. But then his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you were right back to that same train of thought as before.

When he pulled up outside your apartment, he turned the radio down and said, “I know you have an early morning tomorrow. I had a lot of fun tonight, though.”

“Hm,” you said, distracted.

He squeezed your hand, his smile nervous and curious. “You okay? You’ve seemed a world away since you beat me at mini golf.”

What were you doing? You were in a car with a beautiful boy who cared deeply about you—so deeply about you that he wanted you to have the perfect rom-com moment you’d dreamed of since you were a little kid. And here you were, moping about it.

You squeezed his hand back and smiled reassuringly. “Sorry. Just thinking about tomorrow. I’m sorry I have to go so early, but I’d love to see you this weekend.”

His eyes crinkled when he smiled. You loved that about him. “I’d really like that.”

“Okay. Okay, bye, Bob.” You squeezed his hand again—god, you wanted to kiss him so bad—before opening your passenger door and getting out. You paused there on the sidewalk for a moment.

Oh, what the hell?

You dashed around the hood of Bob’s car, stopping at his driver’s side door and gesturing for him to roll the window down. When he did, you said, “Sorry. I just—I had a lot of fun tonight. I wanted to say thank you.”

“Oh. You’re welcome.”

And his tongue darted out to wet his lips again.

If he was going to do it, now was the moment. You met his eyes, feeling drawn deeply into them. His fingers fidgeted on the steering wheel. Goosebumps prickled your legs.

And he didn’t kiss you.

With a sigh, you reached out to gently cup his cheek. You orchestrated every moment, hoping and praying that you weren’t about to find out that he actually was holding back for those other reasons. But his cheek was warm, and he leaned into your touch as you tipped through the window and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

The words ‘Bye, Bob’ died on your lips as his hand came up to cup your jaw, and as you began to pull away again, he turned his head and captured your mouth with his.

It was fireworks; it was a roller coaster; it was the beach at sunset; it was a run through an airport; it was the special moment you had both been waiting for. It was quite possibly the best kiss ever recorded in history.

He pulled away with a soft gasp and breathed, “I couldn’t wait any more.”

In reply, you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and kissed him again. He made a soft, happy sound in the back of his throat, drawing a smile onto your face even as your mouth moved against his.

You pulled away, pressing another quick kiss to his cheek before withdrawing from the window, glad to see your own unshakable smile mirrored on his face. Now, finally, you said, “Bye, Bob.”

“Good night,” he whispered.

You forced yourself not to look over your shoulder as you walked up to your apartment, turned the key in the lock, and slipped inside. Your heart pounded in your chest as you pressed your back against the closed front door, letting your eyes fall shut blissfully.

Okay, so maybe three dates was the perfect amount of time to wait for a first kiss.

[lxitselxc]

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‘The sun is nothing compared to you’

Kyojuro x male reader

> type; fluff, sfw<

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Here you were standing by yourself, watching the glimmering sunset a patch of sunflower. The sunshine glistening off the dew that fell off the flowers making them look glittery. The wind whistling past your ear, softly rustling the grass and tress creating most wonderful and beautiful melody you’ve ever heard in the entire world. You sighed softly, a smiling creeping on your face as the warm sunlight hit your skin, warming you up, your skin glistening in the sunlight. This spot, was a regular, its where you usually go to get your mind off of things, when your in a lot of stress and feel like you desperately need a small break to relax and focus on yourself. You slowly sat down on the soft grass and closed your eyes taking all the noises surrounding you. Capturing every little thing, from the chirps of the crickets, to the glittering sound of the dew falling off the sunflowers. Suddenly, you then felt a presence behind you, a very familiar presence, you opened your eyes and turn around, there standing behind you Rengoku Kyojuro. The flame hashira, greeting you with a friendly smile.

“Good afternoon, Kyojuro how has your day been ?”

You asked with a soft voice, just being out here always managed to relax you, and your nerves keeping you calm and collective. Kyojuro smiled and slowly sat down next to you, laying his sword between him and you.

“Very, well ! Exhausting, but enjoyable. How has yours been (name) ?”

Kyojuro replied with a bright smile, his eyes boring into yours. You smiled softly, at Kyojuro and looked back at the sunset. The wind rustling up your hair, causing a leaf to fall onto it. In which, Kyojuro noticed and reached out taking it of your hair himself.

“Its been.. very stressful to he truthful, but it’s getting better. I cant stay stressed for long when im out here, looking at this wonderful scenery. It just makes me.. it makes me feel all warm, and tranquil, as if i had no worried to begin with”

You mumbled looking at your hands and then back up at Kyojuro who had been listening to every single word with high interest. You smiled softly glad that you had someone who would enjoy listening to what you had to say, even if it was silly.

“You are very right (name) ! The sun is very warm, and comforting” Kyojuro paused for a second, and wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling your close, blush creeping up his cheeks “and you are right being here does take all worried away..”

Kyojuro spoke softly, his eyes softening up as he stared at (name). Appreciating every single feature he had. He couldnt help, but smile each time he saw you, his heart fluttered, and he always felt butterflies form in his stomach near you, it was like he was falling in love with you all over again. He leaned into you and placed his head on your shoulder, staying there for a moment. You leaned your head over to rest on his head, his hair soft and comfortable to stay in, you sighed full of content. You just loved when you guys got to spend time together, alone, just the two of you with nothing to interrupt you guys from being lovey and dovey. Kyojuro then lifted his head and softly kissed your cheek nuzzling into it. He then raised his hands and cupped your cheeks peppering your face with soft kisses, from your nose, forehead, chin, eyes, cheeks, temples, and jaw, which was making you giggle and smile brightly.

“My, my.. not even the sun can be compared to you, my flame..”

Kyojuro spoke softly, pulling you closer to his body. If Kyojuro had to define you he would say you were the brightest sun in the world, as no matter what you always lit the room. You took a deep breath and leaned on Kyojuros chest and smiled softly, it was such a genuine smile and happy smile, blush rushing to your checks as you felt your heart beating loudly in your chest. Kyojuro, brushed your hair with his fingers, softly untangling it all the knots in it. The clouds above you two passed slowly and began to disappear, the wind started to settle down a bit more. The rustling and whistling calming down, the sunlight soon disappearing painting the world a navy blue. The moon rose, giving the world a new light, a softer one. You yawned softly leaning more into Kyojuro as your eyes began to get heavy. Kyojuro, held you tight covered you from the cold, making sure to he your heater.

“Would you like to return home now, my love ?”

Kyojuro asked, looking down at your eyes which were fighting a battle of sleep and losing. You shook your head as you wanting to stay a bit longer, Kyojuro hummed in responded and nodded, looked up at the bright full moon. How did he manage to get a this lucky, and have such a wonderful life as this, how’d he even manage to get you ? This always made it worth it to him, it was worth battling demons, and getting heavily injured as long as in the end of the day he could be here, relaxing with his lover and holding him tight. Soon, you were lulled to sleep snoring softly in Kyojuros arms. Kyojuro noticed this and cradling you in your arms rocking back and forth a hit humming a soft melody. He leaned down a little giving your lips a quick peck and then he then raised his head again. With the purest smile on his face, and the most genuine voice he spoke softly to your speaking figure, his voiced with nothing, but adoration and love..

“You.. my flame, make everything worth it..”

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Im not the greatest at writing fan fictions so tips would he appreciated thank youuu !!💫

[jackpiastri]

hello guys, you're all invited to my funeral <3<3

tasia. my love. you've yet again outdone yourself. even with standards as high as yours, you continue to impress me time and time again. this fic is truly so so amazing!!!!!

to begin with, im so appreciative of the way you cater (?) to all of us people out here who are a bit softer when it comes to this, all of the people who aren't super into all of the super rough parts of sex, all of us who find it a little... hard is maybe the wrong word, but all of us who don't find it as easy and simple? if you get what i mean? and you always convey it so beautifully in your fics. i recognize myself in what you write and it's so comforting to me. and it's like... the way you can make even smut feel like a comfort fic? 🥺

– she giggled, moving one dainty hand up to cover her mouth as she laughed. god, that laugh. oscar was getting painfully hard just listening to her giggle.

yes, i died there. i also died here:

– "baby, you left one of the girls unloved." she playfully pouted at him, nudging her other breast. "you don't want the one on the left to think you love the one on the right more, do you?"

oscar laughed, rising to his feet before taking her left breast in his hand. "you're so right, love. wouldn't want one of the girls to feel underappreciated. i hope they know how loved they are."

"you're such an idiot."

"yeah, but you're the one who gets turned on by me acting like a complete and utter fool."

PLEASE i am with you y/n. we're in this together. 🤝 no but really tho, the silliness, the lighthearted-ness, the jokes... truly wakes up the butterflies in my stomach!!

THE CONDOMS. IM CRYING. ITS SO GOOD!!! like the way you include such a fun part without making it cringy or whatever, it fits so well and it just shows off the cute dynamic they have. "(just a regular one, not the peppermint one she knew he had been eyeing)" pls 😭

the praises :(( "pretty girl" "princess" "sweetheart" yes yes yes yes !!!!! "you’re doing it so so well" yeeeeees!!!! and then him leaving to make some hot chocolate :((((( the scratches on his back... oh what i would give up to be the one to drag my nails along his muscular shoulders...... but that's a story for another day 😶

sweetheart i always love your fics but this is def one of my faves. thank you so so much for writing it, i enjoy reading it every time (at least 4 times so far since you uploaded it) !!! hope u have a lovely weekend and that you feel proud of your work 🤍🤍

naughty list // oscar piastri

summary: oscar's bored, horny and hopelessly smitten with his lover. but if he keep this up, he's going to land them both on santa's naughty list this year.

pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

prompt: "let's both be naughty and save santa the trip."

warnings: soft smut, praise overload, christmas lingerie, oscar is a big simp, sex on a shag carpet, oscar 'if she's not enjoying herself, neither am i' piastri,

author's note: am i incapable of writing anything wholesome about this man? possibly.

oscar piastri was head over heels for his girlfriend.

perhaps that's how he got himself into this situation, on the couch by the fire on a cold london winter, christmas tree lit up behind the couch, tennis on the tv. fresh gingerbread cookies sat on the island, filling the ground-floor apartment with their familiar and warm scent.

y/n had slipped away just moments before, kissing his forehead and promising a surprise, her nervous giggle punctuating the end of the sentence as she slipped away to the bedroom.

a nervous giggle that made him wonder, if, perhaps, the surprise was a little on the naughtier side. his lover wasn't one for wild bedroom escapades, but the fact that she might have been trying to spice it up a little for him?

it drove him fucking wild. worried him slightly, yes, because he didn't want her to push herself too far out of her comfort zone if she wasn't ready, but excited him nonetheless.

meanwhile, in the bedroom, she was nitpicking everything, standing anxiously in front of the mirror as she twirled her hair. the red set stood out against her skin, and while the corset was almost no different than many of the shirts that she wore, she wasn’t sure how to feel about the lacy panties, leaving so much skin exposed.

she’d never been a lingerie person. she wished she could be, but even stepping into victorias secret sent her in a self-critical spiral. no, until now she had tended to stick to skimpy pajama sets, never as exposed as she was now.

she thought she was being ridiculous, oscar had seen her naked, for lords sake.

but even still, looking at herself in the mirror, she wondered if she should have picked the set with the silk robe.

she closed her eyes, counting to ten before she reached for the santa hat on the bed, pulling it over her head and dangling the pom pom on the end over her shoulder.

when she gently trod back into the living room, she cleared her throat to get oscars attention. the driver looked up from his phone, choking on his kale smoothie when he saw her. he promptly dropped his phone, getting to his feet and ambling over to her.

“y/n, love, you look stunning.” his touch was gentle, starting at her hands before running gently along her skin, index finger tracing hearts on her exposed side. “you’re so beautiful, and I’m happy you feel comfortable enough with me to let me see you like this. it’s a privilege I count myself lucky to have.”

she sighed into his touch, fingers messing with the lapel of his flannel. the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the muscles in his arms flexing sharply as his fingers continued to soothe her skin.

“I thought I’d try something new.” she said sheepishly, a blush rising on her cheeks. “you like it?”

“baby, I adore it.” oscar beamed, leaning in to softly press his lips to hers. she tasted like peppermint, and smelled like vanilla bean as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. “my gorgeous girl.” he growled, biting gently on her bottom lip. “all mine.”

smiling sweetly, she pulled oscar closer, wrapping her arms around him and playing with the hair on the back of his neck, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek. the aussie hummed contentedly, his large, warm hands trailing over her back.

he was well and truly smitten.

she looked like a christmas angel, wrapped in red and white, the cutsey santa hat propped on her head. who knew santa hats could be so sexy on the right woman?

"i love you." he hummed, moving to gently kiss her neck, smiling to himself as she propped up on the tips of her toes, gasping softly as his tongue ran over her pulse point. "my darling, darling girl." he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "maybe i should dress up next time? get that whole magic mike kinda vibe going on."

she giggled, moving one dainty hand up to cover her mouth as she laughed. god, that laugh. oscar was getting painfully hard just listening to her giggle.

she stepped back, and oscar followed, gently pressing her up against the wall. she winced at the cold plaster pressing up against her smooth skin, but the discomfort was soon forgotten as her lover leaned over her, one hand bracing him against the wall and the other under her chin to tilt her face up. she beamed, trying to hold back her giddy giggles as she stared into his wonderous eyes.

"pretty girl, love of my life." oscar started softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "let's both be naughty and save santa the trip, aye?"

"that's your smoothest holiday line yet." she nodded with a laugh, enthusiastically pulling him closer to her, eliminating the space between their bodies as best she could. "i love you." she said quickly, pressing her lips to his as his hands began to rove her front, fumbling with the strings of the corset top.

she gently pushed his hands away, watching as his eyes grew three sized when she pushed the cups of the corset bra down, nipples pebbling in the cold air, silhouetted against she stunning red of her top.

"you'll be the death of me, sweet thing." oscar laughed, running his hands over her skin. "tell me what you want, pretty girl."

"you, oscar. touching me. kissing me." she sucked in a breath as he bent down, sucking a hickey onto her supple skin, his thumb gently running over her nipple. "making me yours."

oscar groaned, laving his tongue over her sensitive bud, one hand reaching to hold hers close. "sweetheart, just let me take care of you, yeah? give you exactly what you need." he detached from her breast, a line of saliva trailing from her bud to oscar's tongue. he used one hand to wipe his mouth before kissing the back of her hand. "give my sweet perfect angel the full princess treatment."

she smiled down at him as he sank to his knees, nuzzling his nose into the soft skin of her thigh, her fingers carding through his hair. "baby, you left one of the girls unloved." she playfully pouted at him, nudging her other breast. "you don't want the one on the left to think you love the one on the right more, do you?"

oscar laughed, rising to his feet before taking her left breast in his hand. "you're so right, love. wouldn't want one of the girls to feel underappreciated. i hope they know how loved they are."

"you're such an idiot."

"yeah, but you're the one who gets turned on by me acting like a complete and utter fool."

"shut up and kiss me, pretty boy."

"yes ma'am."

oscar kissed her, his hands slipping down to the globes of her ass, lifting her into the air. she squealed, wrapping her legs around him so he was carrying her like a koala, her fingertips gripping his still-clothed shoulders.

well, she couldn't have that. why was she the only one showing any skin?

he set her down on the shag carpet, warmth from the fire gently hearing her chilled skin, hair fanning out behind her head. oscar wasted no time, shedding his flannel and t shirt before he dove right in, wrapping his lips around the tip of her breast. she gasped, arching into him with one hand gripping the carpet and the other in his hair.

“atta girl.” oscar exhaled, sucking another hickey onto her skin. in his opinion, his job wasn’t done until her tits were covered in proof of his undying love. “that’s my pretty girl.”

“need you, baby.” she pleaded, grinding up against his jeans, the denim rubbing at her sensitive core through her lace panties.

she was so shamefully soaked after oscars devotion to her breasts, and she needed some kind of release. she was almost certain that there was a damp spot forming on her lovers jeans as she ground against him.

oscar leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead before slipping his fingers underneath the fabric of her panties.

“you look too pretty in this set to take it off, baby.” he hummed, kissing over the red fabric, nuzzling into her skin as he rubbed his thumbs over her hipbones. “might just have to push them aside, but they’ll get stained badly when I make you see stars.”

“jesus, oscar, just do something!” she groaned, running her finger along his nose. “please?”

“anything for my girl.” he pushed her panties aside, gently pressing his lips to her sopping wet center, his tongue darting out to trace a heart on her lips.

she moaned, throwing her head back, her pelvis rising off the carpet to try and build more friction against her lover. she moaned his name, eyes fluttering closed as she began to see the stars he had promised her.

she was so lucky to have a man like oscar. a man who made her feel so confident in herself, treated her like a queen, and made sure that she got the calm, quiet love that she craved.

“fuck, baby. you taste fucking incredible.” he groaned, holding her thighs open, thumbs rubbing reassuring circles on her soft skin.

oscar could have spent all day between her thighs. hed always been a giver, but when he had the chance to spoil y/n, he was almost certain it made him way hotter than it made her. what could he say, acts of service was his love language.

and when she wrapped her thighs around his head, practically screaming his name, his tongue licking fat stripes up and down her opening, and over swollen her swollen clit?

he had to start thinking about tyre degradation to avoid coming in his jeans.

“fuck, oscar, baby.” she whined, tugging on his hair as his nose nudged her sensitive bud. (he moaned at the action) “just like that. god, that feels so fucking good.”

she could feel the band in her stomach begin to tighten, her thighs closing in around oscars head as pleasure spread around her lower body.

oscars tongue darted in and out of her, the lewd sounds filling the room. “are you going to come for me, pretty girl. yeah? yeah, that’s right, come on my tongue, princess.”

he slipped a finger in, and the sensation of his finger flexing while his tongue played with her sensitive, puffy clit made her cry out, rutting her hips into his face, grinding against his finger and trying to get herself off.

“oscar, im coming!” she cried, the coil in her stomach finally snapping as she cried out his name, fingernails leaving scratches in the skin on the back of his neck.

his hands gripped her thighs; he was holding himself up over the carpet on his forearms, his body shaking she coated the bottom of his face in evidence of her arousal. he moaned at the taste, sitting up on his knees and catching her eyes before sticking his finger in his mouth and sucking the salty fluid off his finger.

she smiled at him, face rosy and flushed. her limbs felt like jelly, arms giving out underneath her as she tried to prop herself up to kiss him. chuckling to himself, oscar braced his hands on either side of her head, leaning down to kiss her forehead, then her cheeks, and then the tip of her nose before, finally, her lips.

“I love you.” they both whispered, one after another, the room silent save for the low hum of the tv and the crackling in the fireplace.

“baby, as much as I would love to stay here with you, I am absolutley throbbing and if I am not inside of you in the next five minutes, I am going to lose it.” oscar chuckled, kissing her softly.

she smiled, giggling as he ran his hands over her flushed skin. “you know you’re going to throw your back out if we do this on the floor, right?”

“yeah, but it will be so totally worth it.” oscar laughed, kissing her forehead softly. “stay right here, and keep warm. I’ll be right back.”

she hated to see him go, but she loved to watch him leave, eyes zeroing in on both his impressive back muscles and the way his jeans hugged his backside. how did she get so lucky to land such a god of a boyfriend?

when he vanished into the bedroom, she stripped out of the corset, cringing when she noticed the reddened imprints left on her skin from where the wires dug into her. she pulled the santa hat off, dropping it pathetically to the carpet before pulling a blanket around her shoulders. she was slowly regaining feeling in her limbs, a feeling of contentment spreading through her stomach as oscar came back, a festive box in his hands,

“right, so your choices are peppermint, gingerbread and eggnog.” he grinned, tossing her three small packages before slipping out of his jeans.

her limbs tingled as she watched him undo his belt, his rock-hard cock straining against his flannel boxers. it was only when oscar sat down next to her, stealing half of the white knit throw blanket to wrap around his own shoulders, that she looked down at the packages in her hands.

they were christmas themed condoms, a reindeer face smiling up at her from the gingerbread one. she couldn’t help it when she burst out laughing, sniffing the peppermint package.

“oscar! what the fuck?” she managed through laughter. “you know the flavoured bit only counts if I’m sucking your dick right? and that’s not happening tonight.”

“they were a gag gift from lando.” oscar laughed, fiddling with one of the foil packets. “I brought out normal ones too; I don’t know how much I trust these ones anyways.”

she laughed, leaning over to kiss him. “thank you.”

“anything for my girl.” oscar deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to gently and politely explore the inside of her mouth, pushing her down onto the carpet once again, thigh pushing her legs apart.

he grinded against her sensitive core, trying to find some sort of relief for himself while also making sure that he lasted more than a minute when he finally got inside of her.

her legs curled around his waist, pulling him him closer as they made out, warm and sweaty skin sticking to each other as they warmed up by the fire.

he didn’t even need to pull away to make a grab for the discarded red hat, only drawing back to put it on before he extracted his cock from his boxer shorts.

she giggled, sitting up so she could take him in her hands, jerking him slightly before ripping open a condom package (just a regular one, not the peppermint one she knew he had been eyeing).

laughing to herself, she twirled the end of the hat in her fingers. “I should not find this as hot as I do. just so you know.”

“duly noted. are you ready for me, princess?”

she smiled at him, slipping out of her lacy panties before she straddled him, his sheathed cock teasing at her entrance, shivers running up her spine. “I wanna be on top. wanna ride your cock.”

and who was oscar to argue?

he gripped her hips, her hands on his shoulders as he positioned himself by her entrance. she was so wet that he slid right in, her fingernails leaving crescent marks on his shoulders as she winced, hiding her face in his neck.

“I know, sweet girl.” he moved his hands up and down her back. “i know it’s a lot to take, but you’re doing it so so well. you make the first move, sweetheart.”

she straightened her back, touching her nose to oscars as she began to slowly grind her hips, getting used to every inch of his dick splitting her in half.

“that’s it, pretty girl. nice and easy.” oscar groaned, palming her ass. “that’s it.”

with oscars hands guiding her, she began to pick up the pace, pulling up before sinking back down against his cock.

“fuck, baby, feels so good.” she whined, fingers tugging at the hairs on the nape of his neck. “feels so deep.” she reached for his hand, pressing it to her stomach to show oscar just how deep he actually was.

“yeah? yeah, this cock is all yours, baby. whenever you want it, you tell me. I’ll drop everything to give it to you.” he grunted, one hand gently smacking her ass. she yelped, hips startling before she smashed her lips to his, moving her hips in subtle circles.

he moaned into her mouth, thrusting up to meet her hips halfway, watching as her mouth dropped open in a guttural moan. “you like that, sweet girl? yeah, you just let me take over and fuck you until you’re all blissed out.”

he took the lead, planting his feet on the floor, one hand supporting his weight and the other holding his princess close, her perky, sensitive nipples pressed against his chest as he thrust up, his cock sliding in and out of her like it was nothing.

“oh, yes.” she whined.

“that’s my pretty girl. that’s my fucking girl.” he growled, rolling over so he was on top again. normally he loves it when she rode him, loved the intimacy that came with it.

but he was so pent up that he needed something more.

he slipped her legs over his shoulders, muscles rippling as he leaned forwards to thrust into her, balls slapping against her skin.

her hands gripped his shoulders, slipping down his chest and leaving little pink marks in their wake as he pounded in and out of her, the pom pom on the end of his festive hat dangling in her face

“fuck, I love being like this with you.” he rasped, fingers digging into the shag carpet. “being this close to you.” he started to kiss up the side of her throat, tongue occasionally darting out to lick the sweat off her skin. “you’re so fucking pretty like this, all blissed out and at peace on my cock. love making you feel good, honey.”

he allowed her legs to slide off his shoulders, leaning down to kiss her, swallowing her moan as he bit down on her lip.

“shit, I love your cock, oscar. I love having it inside of me. needed it so bad!” she cried, clinging to his upper body as she let him have his way with her.

she knew he knew what she wanted, what she liked. he could read her like the back of his hand, and she was so blessed to feel safe enough with him that she could just clear her mind and let oscar make her feel good.

“that’s my girl. taking it so well. how are you feeling, princess?”

“perfect.” she breathed, inhaling sharply as his cock brushed up against her walls. “absolutley perfect.” her eyes slammed shut as her walls started to contract, squeezing oscar’s cock for all it was worth

“are you going to come, pretty girl? come all over my thick cock?”

“yeah.” she whined, tears of pleasure pricking the corners of her eyes as he kept slamming into her. “yeah, I’m almost there.”

she almost didnt get to finish her sentence, oscars lips claiming hers against his own as he kissed her deeply, one feee hand coming down to play with her clit. she gripped his biceps tightly, moaning harshly against his lips as she felt herself clamp down on him, seeing stars as she started to let go.

“that’s it, princess. let go for me, cover my cock in your sweet sweet come. give it to me, sweet girl. I’ve got you,”

she came with a cry of his name, feeling her body go weak as all her energy evaporated. the motion triggered oscar’s own orgasm, his entire body shaking as he grunted (arguably louder than she did, back muscles rippling as his body tightened and then went slack) spilling into the latex shield before his arms gave out and he collapsed against her.

“I love you.” he mumbled, kissing her softly before gently pulling out. he reached behind him for the blanket, tucking it around her body before sliding a throw pillow underneath her head. “hang tight for me, baby. I’m gonna go make you a hot chocolate.”

he slipped the condom off, balling it up with the intention of chucking it in the garbage on his way to the kitchen, pulling his boxers back on before washing his hands and pulling two mugs out of the upper cabinets.

y/n watched him from her position on the floor, a soft smile on her face as she marvelled at the scratches on his back, and the pure soft domesticity of watching her lover make her a hot drink after he made her see stars.

he came back minutes later, with two mugs piled high with whipped cream and a foolish smile on his face.

“merry christmas, pretty girl.” he hummed, kissing her softly, not expecting anything more than what it was.

“merry christmas, oscar.”

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[denauth]

⚘ 💌 🍒 💓 💕🍦

for vaw 🌸

hi dream :3€

⚘ what’s your type/do you have a type?

twinks. androgynous people. pretty boys and handsome women. people who are good at fps games (for some reason. i could be some valorant players discord kitten.) people with tattoos/piercings. uhhh also apparently anime men.

💌 love letters or poetry? love songs or mixtapes? make out sessions or snuggling?

both for the first one!!!! i am a poetry enjoyer it can literally be garbage and i’ll love it. i love art babey. also mixtapes!! i feel. Awkward. when people sing to me. and i like when people recommend me new music :3 and snuggling because. comfee

🍒 down to earth, comfortable love or an exciting, butterflies in your stomach type of love?

a bit of both probably but honestly?? comfortable love. i like being domestic i like feeling warm and cozy with someone

💓 what do people do that makes your heart skip a beat? what makes your heart melt?

literally everything i am very easily flustered i just hide it well. just people doing/saying things that shows that they were thinking of me always gets me. like sending something and going “this reminded me of you!!” or saying they were talking with someone about me and im like woagh…... waow…….. u think of me??????? uu like me????

💕 vague about your crush or partner

IS IT REALLY VAGUEING IF ONE OF THEM SENT THIS. anyway it’s so nice and amazing and i don’t know where i would be without it. actually i do and that’s one of the reasons i love it so much it got me out of a shitty place and now i’m extremely happy :3 also lightning round: he (1) is very sweet and kind and also very intelligent. and also bird. big bird nice to hold. he (2) is so nice and makes me feel so safe and can immediately make me feel better whenever i’m stressed out or hurt or upset. and they are so incredibly smart i do Not understand why they like my zero braincell ass. very beautiful also very good accent. very good. TLDR I LOVE U ALL!!!!!!!!

(special mention goes to my qpp i miss u u hoofd bastard)

🍦 what are ten things you love about yourself?

WHY WOULD U ASK ME THIS!!!! i hate u

1. i guess i like that i’m still. here??? that’s a Heavy answer but like. i’ve been thru so much and yet i’m STILL here baby fuck u i'm resilient

2. i feel like i’m easy to make friends with?? maybe? i like that i’m good at befriending people

3. i have a nice ass. and thighs.

4. i'm good at learning languages!!! i thought i kinda lost it since i haven't done it in a while but apparently i've still got it :]

5. i like that i've improved a lot as a person? i've grown a lot and i think it's been for the better

6. oh god this is only number six and i already can't think of any uhhhhhh. i like. my hair. it's been thru hell i've been dyeing it since age 14 and it hasn't even gotten fried yet. we win these

7. WAIT OKAY this one is really specific but i feel like it's my Charm Point. i have a mole on the right side of my right pointer finger. and i think it's really cute i really like it :3

8. okay fine. big boobs. i may not like them all of the time but. they're pretty nice

9. this is something i've been told rather than something i necessarily believe in but?? i've been told i'm very intelligent and i'm good at stringing words together and making my point come across

10. LAST ONE i love that i'm just a silly little guy. a little creature. a beast even. meow

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Bucky buys you tampons

Pairing; TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count; 294

Warnings; none

Authors Note; this was short and silly. Enjoy :)

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— Bucky had no shame in buying you whatever you needed. He was a grown man, after all.

— You texted him while he was out doing some errands, asking if he could pick up some tampons before he came home.

—📱“Hey babe! Can you buy me some tampons🥺”

—📱 “Anything for my baby doll❤️”

— As he was getting ready to pay for the tampons, along with a few other things for you, the woman at the cashier looked him up and down, one of her eyebrows raised.

— Bucky was sporting his signature black and tight T-Shirt, his muscles and vibranium arm on full display.

— A rough and intimidating looking dude buying tampons was bound to raise a lot of curious eyes.

— “It’s for my wife. It’s that time of the month,” he said.

— You guys weren’t married yet, but he always loved calling you his wife whenever he had the chance.

— “A box of tampons for my beautiful lady.”

— You didn’t exactly look beautiful at the moment where you were sitting on the couch.

— Your hair was messy, and you were sporting some sweats and an old t-shirt that had some old stains on it.

— But from Bucky's point of view, you always looked beautiful no matter what you wore or what you looked like.

— “Thank you, Bucky! You’re a lifesaver.”

— “I bought some other things as well.”

— From behind his back, he presented you with two chocolate bars—one for you and one for him.

— “My favourite!” You exclaimed.

— “And I bought these as well.”

— It was a small bouquet of flowers.

— “They look a little messed up, sorry. It was the only one they had left.”

— “They’re perfect. Thank you for being the best, babe. I love you.”

— “I love you more, doll.”

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[hyperfigations]

ahem,, how about some first date hc’s with the counsellors?? you can chose which ones you’d like to include !!

AHHHH YES I LOVE! (Gender Neutral Reader)

These HCs will take place after that night.

So! Here's what I think first dates with some of the Hacketteers would be like! (Excluding Max and Laura because they are perfect together and I can't bring myself to separate them.)

Dylan:

-Dylan was never really hush hush about his crush on you. -In fact, he flirted with you at every possible moment. -You did not mind though. -The day came when you finally decided to ask him out. -AND BOY DID HIS TUNE CHANGE. -His face flushed, he was stumbling after every other syllable. -But eventually, he agreed to go out with you. -You had suggested a fun bowling night. -Dylan chuckled slightly and raised in non existing hand. -"We haha... I don't think that idea is very um..." -"OH SHIT! IM SO SORRY!" -You both agreed that a night in, watching shitty B movies and making fun of every little aspect of em. -HE WAS SO NERVOUS. -Blasé Dylan was no where to be seen. -He would try to make a joke but fumble over them. -"I-I'm sorry. I'm just like- a little nervous I guess? I mean after everything that we've gone through, I guess I didn't really think that we would ever... haha... do this? But here we are and it's great but god... Is it hot in here? Are you hot? I mean, of course you're hot but I mean hot hot. Not like hot. Because you're very hot and-" -Dylan would go on rambling rants about random things. -But when you gently took his hand, and laid your head on his shoulder, he realized he had no reason to be worried. -He finally relaxed, and slowly went back to being Dylan Dylan. Not rambling, nervous-wreck Dylan.

Jacob:

-Jacob always acted different around you. -Side glances and soft smiles. -Both of you having butterflies fluttering in your stomachs. -The boy was silly, but god, if he wasn't the sweetest thing. -Jacob was a hopeless romantic, and loved cliches. -He would pick you stray wild flowers, and try to find any reason to be near you. -"You're so cheesy, Jacob." -"Yeah, but I love cheese." -An idiot, but your idiot. -Jacob was a little afraid about asking you out. -Boy is a bit scared of rejection. -So, he didn't. -He didn't ask you out. -Instead he tried to be a little sneaky about it. -"Oh um, do you wanna grab lunch with me?" -You had agreed. You and him have had lunch together before so you didn't think twice about it. -It wasn't until Jacob and you were standing in a cute little park, a soft blanket covering the green grass and all the snacks imaginable. -You finally realized that this wasn't like your guys' usual hangouts. -"Um, Jake?" -"uh... yeah (Y/N)?" -"This is a date, isn't it?" -"Wwwhhaaaat, no- Okay, yeah. It is."

Kaitlyn:

-Kaitlyn isn't someone to beat around the bush. -She knows exactly what she wants and she's not gonna play games. -Kaitlyn teases you but in a very loving away. -You know she doesn't mean any harm. -Kaitlyn also LOVES showing off to you. She thinks the more she shows you how capable she is, the more you would reciprocate her feelings. -She asks you straight and direct. -"So, you wanna go that axe throwing place this Friday?" -"NOO! I'm gonna be so terrible at that, Kaitlyn!" -"Commmmee on (Y/N), most bullseyes has to buy dinner?" -You both didn't specify but you guys knew it was a date. -You were right by the way. You sucked in comparison to Kaitlyn. -Every single time it was her turn to throw, it was a bullseye. -bullseye... -bullseye. -And another bullseye. -"Kaitlyn, I already lost. At this point you're just rubbing salt in an open wound." -You were pouting. -Kaitlyn giggled lightly, and grabbed your hand. "You have the potential, (Y/N). You just need the guidance." -Your heart skipped a beat as she was teaching you how to throw the axe from behind. -She was guiding your every move. -Finally, she let you try on your own. -BOOM! BULLSEYE! -You excitedly jumped up and down, doing a dorky little celebration dance. -"You're a dork," Kaitlyn laughed at you.

[imaddicted2hs]

One shot!

YES YOU READ IT RIGHT!!! I wrote a one shot i have wanted to since forever. i know it moves a bit fast but then again, im improving!! i really hope you like this because personally, i love it.

Trope- friends to lovers

Word count- 3,817 freaking words!!! ikr??

Warnings- angst, fluff, not loving the cute body :(

Happy reading!

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[Not proofread so ignore the errors please]

He is perfect. His smile, his voice, his hair, his songs. Everything about him is so addicting that it becomes impossible to not fall for him. Even his effortless actions makes my head dizzy. His vulnerable state is what assures me that he is real and his joyful mood is my favourite.

A loud voice calling my name breaks me from my trance. Dammit. I was thinking about him again and I lost track of time. I shake my head as I wobbly try to stand. He is my bestfriend for God's sake. We have been friends since we learned how to speak our first words. At the age of seven I remember the first time I felt something more than a friendly spark inside me at the sight of the curly headed boy. As he worriedly looked at my scraped knee and kept on assuring me it was just a tiny little scar and I must not let it affect me, I felt no burn because of the wound, no. I was too distracted by his presence. After that day, not a single day passed when I didn't think of him as something more than a friend. Everytime he would stand close to me or touched me, my stomach ached because of the amount of butterflies I felt. I heard my name again and this time louder. It has to be the beer. As I try to squint my eyes for a better view of the shore I see Max waving his hand up in the air, begging for my attention and signaling for me to come over. I sigh as I start to walk slowly and not so straight. "Where have you been tonight? You are physically here with us but your mind? It's wandering some other place today, wassup?" "Nothing." I whisper slowly, letting the faint noise of the waves and the bonfire fill the silence. "Nothing." He eyes me up and down because he knows I'm lying. But he let's it slides as he decides to stare ahead because I'm too drunk to give sensible answers. "You know, I wonder what does the voice inside my head sounds like." I say randomly, sluttering a bit. "Alright, it's time to go home. You're drunk out of your mind and you have to go to your friend's baby shower tomorrow." Max grips my hand tightly and starts to drag me with him as I try my best to match his pace without falling flat on my face. "Hey hey, slow down a bit, it looks like she's about to fall any minute now." It's him. Finally away from that girlfriend of his. I slowly look up to meet his eyes. "Woah you're drunk." His voice is raspier than usual and I can't think of any response. "Exactly. And that's why I'm taking her home so see you later dude." Befor Max can start dragging me again Harry interrupts him. "All your friends will miss you, go hang out with them instead. I can drop her, I'm heading out anyways." I can see a hopeful glint in his eyes as we both wait for Max's response. "Okay sure yeah thanks. Bye you guys, drive slowly it's dark." I flash Max a sloppy smile as he hugs me tightly. "Bye" I weakly mumble as I see his tall figure walk away from us. "So, shall we?" "We shall." His grin is as wide as mine and I feel the warmth in my belly yet again.

He opens the door for me and I can't look him in the eyes. It's like a spell he has on me. We sit in silence as he starts the car. The air causes my hair to lightly tickle my face as I decide to glance outside the window and the view is mesmerising. It's kind of hard to believe that I have been visiting this beach since I was 8. An unforgettable incident is linked with this place. I was 11 or 12 when I went to a camp for the first time. Harry was there. And just like any cliché we played games and laughed our hearts out until that one game every teen loves to play came up. Spin the bottle. I can't help but smile silly at the memory. Whenever anyone touched the bottle and gave it a spin, my heart would race so fast because Harry sat opposite to me and how badly I wanted the bottle to land between me and him. Unfortunately I didn't get to kiss him that night. But my favourite part was when we were on our way back and he kept teasing me as a joke about how bad I wanted the bottle to point at him and me. Little did he know, I truly did want it to. He has always had a way with his words and it makes me go feral. Another day that I'll never forget is my 16th birthday, the year he had already turned 17. It wasn't my best birthday because I found out my friend was just using me and my boyfriend dated me to just get back to her ex. Yeah not the best birthday at all. But there was something, more like someone, that didn't make it the worse one either. Harry. He stayed up all night with me, sang me songs, even baked me a cake. There is a reason why I'm 21 today and still in love with him. And there is a reason why it stings to see him happy with a girl that is not me. Someone prettier than me, skinnier than me. The amount of tears I have shed to be her are unmeasurable. Her waist- the abrupt stopping of the car breaks my thought cycle. I'm not getting wasted again. "Are you okay?" he askes softly looking at me. I nod gathering up my stuff and keys. "I'll help you get in come on peach." There. That stupid, lovely, idiotic nickname. It goes way back. I was 9 and it was his 10th birthday. I wore a short, shiny peach colour dress. One look and it was his favourite. According to him, that colour represents my aura and that's why he wanted to call me peach. "Sit there, I'll bring you some water." I stare at him as he walks around my small kitchen. "Movie night?" I ask him. "No not tonight y/n, you need to wake up early remember?" "Yeah" I sigh disappointed. Every Friday we have our movie night tradition and it's my favourite part of the week without any doubt. "Where is Cataline?" "She headed back home because her brother came home a day before he was supposed and he wanted her help." I hum in response. "There, drink it and you need to head to bed. Big day tomorrow." He has a killer smile. And those soft dimples are priceless. "I don't want to go Harry. We are all supposed to bring dates and I don't have any. It's just embarrassing." "Why didn't you ask me? You know I'm always down to hang out with you." He's right. No matter what, he's always happy to assist me to these events. "You're kidding me right? Cataline won't be more than 'happy'. She already hates me enough." I say putting an emphasis on happy. She hates me with all her guts and it's true. "No she does not hate you. And you're my bestfriend so she really doesn't have much say in whether I should hang out with you or not. Plus she's going to be busy for like a week anyway." I squint my eyes at him as I try not to fall asleep right there. "Kay, well can we talk about this later? I'm like extremely sleepy and wasted and tired and bored and-" "Okay okay got it." He chuckles. His laugh is so cute. I stand up from the couch as he follows me to the door. "See ya tomorrow yeah?" I nod enthusiastically as I move forward to hug him. "I'll text you if I want you to go with me H." "Sure thing. G'nite now peach." I'm smiling ear to ear as he walks away. He owns the right to decide my mood.

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H-Pick you up in 30?

I look at the two dresses in front of me, puzzled and doubtful, are these even appropriate? It's an extremely fancy event for a baby shower not gonna lie, but then again. My friend was born rich. Private jets, housemaids kind of rich. So yes there is a need to meet the standards. But both the dresses are my favourite and it's hard to choose. I pick my phone up as I decide whether I should ask Harry to tag along or not. I settle with yes and I don't hesitate to message him and also send the pictures of the dresses laid out in front of me. One is totally white and one is a shade of red. I wait for his response as I start straightening my hair. Having curly hair isn't the luckiest thing at all in my opinion. The hair is always frizzy and there are just not enough hairstyles that look good. As the time passes, I hear my phone ping and I don't waste a second to grab it. It's him.

Y/N-Yes! Thanks

H-Also. I like both of them ofc but if you will put the red one, we will be matching peach;)

I leave his last message on read. Should I wear red? Maybe I should. The idea of matching outfits with him makes me giddy in the inside. I open up my drawer and start rummaging around in search of some earrings. In no time as I start doing some final touches and apply my gloss, I hear a faint knock. It's time. I open the door and he's standing there, looking as pretty as always. I realise I'm checking him out and I glance at his face just to realise he's doing the same. Our eyes meet and he shows off his famous smirk. "You wore red." He whispers. "I did. And we should leave too or else we will be a late. You know I'm not a big fan of it." He nods in response. I put on my heels and step outside. As I turn around to lock my door. He hugs me from behind and I stiff up. His arms wrap around my stomach and I can feel his hard chest at the back of my head. My breath gets hitched as he whispers something in my ear and his soft lips gaze my left cheek. I think he said I looked pretty. When he steps back I release the breath I didn't know I was holding. I'm one second away from melting in my shoes. How the heck am I supposed to reply to that when I turn around. I can't meet his eyes as I say mutter a "you too" while walking towards the car. This is going to be long drive.

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"Why are you nervous peach?" His voice fills my ear as soon as the group of 'first time mommys' walk away. "What else do you expect?" I grab my drink. "They all kept babbling about baby stuff. Like seriously? Come on ladies stop being so heartless." I snicker. "You really didn't want to come then huh?" "No it's just. Ugh. This friend group of mine is a bit older than me so we have like nothing in common. It's hard to make conversations without feeling I lack common sense." I look at him and his eyes are furrowed as he is staring at his phone. "What happened H, you okay?" I wait for his response. "Apparently Cataline's brother went to hang out in a bar so now she wants me to come over. I just told her I'm with you and I can't leave so she's again making me choose." I look at his phone, speechless. When it strikes me I ask him "What do you mean again?" He sighs. His face tells he didn't want to say that. "Nothing it's just. Last night I left because she made me choose. I'm so sorry I lied she just really needed me and-" "And I didn't?" I interrupt him. "We do movie nights every week why are you being like that?" I scoff at his response. He has to be kidding. "Really? It's the ONLY night we spend together. She always has you Harry. Always. Not once I asked you to leave your date and come to me because I got fired. Yes, before you ask I got fired and I needed nothing more than a friend but I knew you had a date and I didn't want to make you choose. But I guess even if I had mentioned you would have chosen her." I inhale a shaky breathe as I try to stop the tears from flowing. "From meeting daily we went to meeting once in a week because of her and I never told you how hurt I was. And now she is taking away that too and you are letting her? I can't do this," I start to walk away but he follows me "I can't do this anymore. Go to her she NEEDS you again, I don't mind passing this time alone." "But Y/N I-" "Harry stop. I don't really care. Just leave." This time again I can't look at his face but the reason is different. He's not my favourite person right now and I'm deeply hurt. So there's barely a chance that I'll look at his face and not burst into tears. "Let me call you an uber atleast. You dont have to stay here." "I want to. I'll get a ride. Stop worrying Harry bye." He doesn't move. He just stands there staring at me hoping I will look at him and say "it's fine I don't mind" like I always do. This time he doesn't get that satisfaction. He sighs in disappointment. I watch him walk away and that's when my tears flow uncontrollably. I hate this. I should have known. I should have known that he will never love me the way I love him. I drink the rest of the wine in one go. It's impossible to have only good memories but the thing is, lately nothing had triggered them to pop back in my mind until now. The bitter feeling in my chest increases at the thought of them. I walk out of the ceremony without bidding goodbyes because if anyone saw my face they would know I cried. I walk outside mindlessly and an empty cafe caches my eye. I start to make my way towards it. It's better than crying openly on a lonely road.

The jingling sound is calming as I push the wooden door open. I order a coffee and take a seat in the corner. It hits me again and my vision gets blurry again. It's the saddest memory of him. It was buried deep inside somewhere but his walking away brought it back. It was his 15th birthday and he said he didn't want to do anything special so me being me, I setup a game, hot bath tub and made a cake. I was so excited to tell him how I felt and spend the night with him but alas. Only if things always went as planned. I called him, gushing about how I made a cake for him and had some plans. But guess he had plans of his own. He didn't even give me his undivided attention like I did. He was too busy giggling with someone in the background. When he excused himself finally, to listen to what I had to say, my throat was tight, I was sobbing and I felt useless. I dismissed him by saying it's nothing and my mum was calling. I wallowed in self-pity because he was spending his time with his crush while I cried till one in the morning thinking about mine. I cleaned it all up eventually and went to bed. Next morning when I sat in my backyard, doing my hair, he appeared out of nowhere, smiling ear to ear. He sat opposite to me and went on and on about how amazing his birthday was and how he spent the night with her. They even kissed. That day I realised two things. First, I'm extremely good at face expressions and I could try out for dramatics. And second, well he's pretty. He deserves pretty girls with pretty bodies and unrealistic faces. Not someone like me. After our time in the backyard, I ran back inside and I cried looking at my reflection. I started starving myself and it was going just fine for 4 days until my dad noticed that something was wrong. I won't talk to him so he went to Harry and told him about how I never came down for dinner or breakfast with the excuse that I already ate. That's why when I was forcing myself to work out, he knocked at my door out of the blue. I barely saw him for 4 days because when I had time, he was busy with her and when he was free, I wasn't there. I stared at him, surprised and confused, because he held a plate full of everything in front of me. He told me only once to eat and that too in a stern voice. I was at loss of words. I had no choice other than to listen to him. I painfully ate it and not once he moved his eyes away from my face. It was too hard to focus but I was my stubborn self too and I didn't say a word. It was no surprise, neither to me nor to him that I finished the whole plate. I had barely eaten for 4 days. As I swallowed my last bite, he stood up and his eyes showed an emotion I couldn't read but I very clearly heard his words. "You hurt me y/n." I understood him with no doubt and it hit hard. He went on and on about how I'm not supposed to change myself for anyone else. If they didn't accept me as I'm they didn't deserve me. He even begged me to tell him the name of the person that made me do all this. Everything inside me wanted to tell him to shut up and it was him but I didn't. I didn't utter a single word. At last he just stood up, kissed my forehead and whispered me the words I never forgot. "You are enough to me. And you deserve everything good in this world." He left and I just stared at the wall in front of me for who knows how long. He- "Here's your coffee ma'am," I look up "anything else you would like?" "No thank you." I give him a half forced smile and I pick my phone up to book myself an uber.

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As I open the door to my house, I look for Hazel's number in a hurry. I sigh in relief as I hear it ring. As soon as it answers I don't give a second for her to answer. "He is so bad Hazel." I start to sob. "He left me AGAIN for her. Why do I never let the hope die. He will never want me. I have been in love with him since forever but he's too blind. Why?" I cry. I cry ugly. "You should kick his ass," I sniffle "and punch him like you say. You are so right. He doesn't deserve me. And this is also your saying, mixed signals means red flags. He's a walking red flag then. First he will make me-" hiccup "first he will make me flushed, grabbing me softly and then. Then the next minute he will just walk away. Remind me again why have I loved him since I was 7" All the time while I keep ranting I get only hear random shuffling and background noises because she knows better. I'm not a fan of being interrupted when I'm talking about him. I talk to her for what feels like hours and I start to feel so much better. "He even" I yelp as I hear my front door open. "Who's there!" I shout in terror. "Hazel I think someone just entered my house." I whisper to her as I walk sneakily towards the entrance. "I hear shuffling oh my- ahhh" I feel someone pull me towards him and in that very second I feel like it's my last moment when I'm alive, breathing, but instead of a knife or a gun I just feel feather like lips on mine and I drop my phone. My eyes are wide as I let him kiss me harshly, holding my body close to his. It's Harry. Only he smells like this. I slowly start copying his moves and he pulls away grabbing my face. "My idiot peach. You called Harry not Hazel. It's not surprising to hear that I'm a dick and that she wants to hit me. But it's extremely surprising to know that you have loved me forever." I look at him embarrassed and regretting the past fifteen minutes. I want to hide in a cave. "I have loved you since I was six y/n. Just six. But I thought you never loved me." His eyes are full of life and need as he is speaking the words which are extremely hard to comprehend. "The amount of time we wasted. Every single time I looked at you, I wanted nothing less than your lips on mine. Only if I had known."

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He says every word breathlessly between the kisses. "I'm so sorry my love. I'm so sorry. You were right, I broke up with her as soon as I reached home. I will never choose anyone over you peach, anyone." I tightly wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. I kiss him hard yet soft, I kiss him harsh yet slow. "My toes hurt. You are really tall." He chuckles. I squeal as he pushes me on my couch and climbs over me. "You are my cute little peach. Come to a date with me and let me make up for all the time lost." He mutters as he kisses all over my face. "Okay okay, I love you." "Me more. I was six when I fell for you." He smiles sheepishly I shove his chest lightly but he doesn't budge. He just lays beside me there, holds me tightly as I babble about all the moments I fell for him harder.

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