#im like sitting there in shock cos im like fuck how do i do this i can't drop him ???? and then he kept telling me it's ok like no shut up!

[softshuji]

Me when I pick up a call from a client with a really nice Irish accent but I've forgotten how to transfer the call on this particular software so its basically just me apologising over and over and getting really embarrassed cos I'm stressed and don't know what I'm doing lol

[mxnhoo]

see the stars (y. jw)

"with you, late night, it's full of starlight" ╰➤ jungwon x fem!reader genre bestfriends to lovers typa shi, fluff, romance, sweet as hell, just a quick drabble because why not!, not proof-read, wrote this in one sitting and in like one hour, lowkey cringey n cheesy word count 1961 cly's note was working on my hj fic but i wanted to switch it up, so i went to my playlist and wrote the first song that stood out to me, which is let's go see the stars ! genuinely love the song. hope u guys love this one — not really done that well cos it's just a drabble and im about to fall asleep, but regardless if u loved it please reblog comment n like <3 anyways goodnight AJSDIWJEO

now playing so let's go see the stars - boynextdoor

"what do you possibly have to show me at this point of time?!" you fought, failing to pull your arms back as Jungwon giggles, leadng you up a steep grassy hill.

"it's so dark, i literally can't see anything," you continued to complain, waving your phone which had the flashlight on in hopes of making the surroundings around you visible but to no avail.

"c'mon! just stop complaining, we're almost there okay?" Jungwon voiced out, still holding onto your wrist and bringing you up the grassy hill. you shook your head in disbelief, feeling anxious that any bug could literally jump on your leg and bite you since you were wearing shorts. more under cut

you looked behind you, seeing your car that was parked on an empty road beside a dimly lit streetlight and pouted, wishing that you weren't out in the dark and nature at this time. the last time you checked it was 12:23a.m and it was in the car, and you sighed as you completely gave in to Jungwon, allowing him to drag you without anymore resistence.

no words were spoken but he softly chuckled to himself, probably realising that you had given up on trying to fnd out where the fuck he was bringing you, and hiked up more gleefully.

Jungwon was your best friend, one that you spent a lot of time with. a scary amount of time with, and you inevitably caught feelings for him. shocking, am i right?

you shook your head, trying to brush away the thoughts of wishing he was your boyfriend or whatnot, and tried to treat this moment platonically. he spoke up, breaking the train of thought in your head, "almost there, you'll love it Y/N".

you sighed and shook your head even if he couldn't see, "i still don't know where you're bringing me. i hope you aren't murdering me or whatever."

he looked back at you and slightly angled his phone flashlight at you, his pout being somewhat visible, "how could you say that?". with his phone still in his hand, he put it on his chest to dramatically act out that he was offended. "i'm so offended," he whined, and you roll your eyes.

he laughed out loud, his laugh warming up your heart and he turns back, missing the stupid smile that was plastered across your face when you heard his contagious smile.

you finally felt like the grassy hill you were climbing on was getting more steep, the atmosphere that was being hidden by the cliff being slowly revealed as you continued to hike up. "almost there," Jungwon spoke, and it almost distracted you from the way his hand that was gripping your wrist sneaked it's way to your hand, interlocking your hands together.

your eyes slightly widen at his action, not wanting to say anything to give your flustered state away and you nodded at his statement even if he couldn't see. once you were finally up at at the top of the cliff, he continued bringing you to an area where there was a mat already set on the grassy floor. "we're heeere!," he said, his tone sounding bubbly.

you raised your eyebrows, feeling slightly confused as to why there was a mat being set in the middle of nowhere, especially in the middle of the night but Jungwon led you to it, stepping on it and sitting down, pulling you down to do the same.

he slowly released your hand and you silently grumbled at the loss of warmth, and you sat at the opposite side of him. "okay, so why are we here?" you shoot out the question that you were the most curious about.

"look up, Y/N," he spoke, his voice now deep and you almost immediately obeyed, your head shooting up to the sky and taking in the most beautiful view ever.

the way the stars nicely decorated the sky, specks of white at certain portions and single dots at other areas. it was perfect since the clouds were completely cleared up, having no disruption to the view. you gaze at the view in awe, not realising how you were now smiling to yourself and you didn't realise Jungwon giggling, his flashlight angled towards your body, "do you like it?".

"love it," you mumbled, your eyes not averting away from the sky and he laughed at how immersed you were at the sky. you turned your head constantly, taking in all the different star patterns in the sky and you pouted to the sky, "that looks like a heart!".

immediately hearing your comment, Jungwon follows your finger and shoots his head up, his eyes scanning the sky and trying to see which one you were talking about. "ahh, yeah i see it!" he replies once he finally sees what you're talking about.

you didn't know why, but your heart felt so warm. after what seemed like forever, your eyes averted from the sky to Jungwon. it was dim, but you could see how he was also looking at the beautifully decorated sky in awe, how his hair perfectly falls on his forehead, his subtle smile as he takes in the beautiful view.

you could feel as your heart skipped a beat. there were 2 beautiful views in front of you. obviously one being the sky and the other..

"it's beautiful, isn't it?" he said and he turned to face you, forming eye contact. your heart started palpitating faster than you wanted it to, and you started to feel nervous. you wanted to turn away, but for some reason, you just couldn't. a small part of you wished that he felt the same way, and that he felt as nervous as you right now.

you simply flashed him a small grin, "it really is".

both of you continue to stare at each other, the weight of the air starting to grow heavy. the way his eyes flickered to your lips didn't go unnoticed, and you started to feel excited, eager, thrilled. you didn't know what was going to happen, but you felt like something was going to happen.

he suddenly brought his hand up beside your face, tucking a fringe behind your ear as he continued to gaze intensely at you. you laughed, "what's with this, hm?".

"i don't know.." he said, "you just look especially beautiful tonight."

your heart almost felt like it wanted to jump out of your chest, and you could feel blushing to your cheeks. so many thoughts were going through your mind, and it intensified esepcially when his gaze was now on your lips and that he was leaning in closer.

without realising, you also started to lean in closer, but at the corner of your eye, you saw a light and luminous streak flying across the sky and your head shoots up. your eyes follow it and Jungwon, who was secretly disappointed you had looked away, followed your gaze and saw the same thing.

"Won! a shooting star! make a wish!" you hurriedly said, shooting your head downwards and closing your eyes and placing your palms together, making a wish.

i wish that i'll experience the rest of my life with Jungwon.

once you were done with your wish, you slowly opened your eyes and you were met with a Jungwon who was also closing his eyes in a praying stance as he also makes a wish. once he was done, he looked back up at you and gave you a smile that never failed to make you melt.

"what did you wish for?" he asked, his voice soft. "heheh, if i tell you it won't come true!"

he shook his head and smiled at your playfulness.

"you wanna know what i wished for?"

his question made your heart skip a beat, "...yeah, sure."

"i wished that you would know how beautiful, gorgeous, ethereal and amazing you look right now," he confessed. your eyes widen at how honest he was being, but you weren't complaining.

you laughed, tucking a hair behind your ear as you look away. "is that so? you couldn't resist my charms, hm?" you joked and he looked at you in awe, his head tilted as he watched your every move.

"i really couldn't," he admitted. "if it makes you happy, i wished that i'd spend the rest of my life with you,"

now it was his turn to be shocked — he straightened his back, his eyes slightly widen and his jaw subtly dropped. after a few seconds, he recovered and tried to act cool with it.

"dang, but as what though? as like, friends?" he teased, clearly knowing the answer.

"i don't mind," you played right back at him and he immediately placed his hand over yours, "i hope you know i mind though".

"then aren't you gunna do something about it?" you shrugged, raising your eyebrows and he rolled his eyes.

"am i? like, ask you to be my girlfriend or something?" he continued to playfully banter with you, both of you knowing where this conversation was heading.

"maybe exactly that," you giggle. his smile widened and he began to caress your hand with his thumb.

"will you take me as your boyfriend, Y/N?" he finally shot the question, and it felt as if all the tension inside you has been released. you released the breath you didnt realise you were holding.

you hummed, pretending to be in thought, "are you seriously worthy of being my boyfriend? after you dragged me in the middle of nowhere without telling me a single clue as to why we were coming here?".

his playful demeanor never faltered, "oh i am soo sorry for wanting to surprise you". you stuck your tongue out at him and he simply laughed at your antics.

you defended yourself, "could've said something, y'know?!".

"let's go see the stars right now, Y/N" "a little bit too late now don't you think?!"

you both playfully bantered for a while, feeling like there was nothing else other than the two of you under the beautiful sky and laughter only filled the atmosphere.

the gentle breeze blew in the air, slowly blowing your hair. "okay," you finally responded.

"okay to what?" Jungwon questioned, wanting you to say it fully.

"i accept you," "accept me to what?" "i accept you to be my boyfriend"

he clenched his fist and shook his arm in triumph, immediately pulling you to a hug afterwards. upon pulling back, he placed his lips on yours. the connection was so sudden and unexpected to the point your mind went completely blank. he cupped your jaw to tilt your head slightly, and since you weren't moving, he lightly tapped your cheek with his thumb and you immediately responded, closing your eyes and continuing the kiss.

the kiss was slow, rhythmic and passionate. his lips that you were so desperate to claim was finally yours, and it felt so right on yours. he complemented you so well, and your hands snaked up to his hair, lightly tugging on his locks as you two got deeply immersed into the kiss. his mouth moved against yours so perfectly, the pace matching yours so well. you were getting so drunk on him — the way your thoughts were all about him, the way your hands were desperately pushing his face to yours for closer proximity and the way you inhaled his sweet scent.

he slowly pulled back, both of you panting as you both try to catch your breaths, your foreheads resting on each other and you both stared into each other's eyes.

"you're so annoying, y'know that?" you spat out, feeling shy. "too bad, you're gunna have to deal with it for the rest of your life."

[yanderefarm]

.......imagine combining potatoing and the limited amount of words idea, cocksleeves dont need to talk after all :)

that lends so well into my love of making potatos dumber. like going from fully articulated man to a soft little thing that squirms and whines instead of using his words.

this became a whole thing. so enjoy you filthy animals. /lh

cw;; nsft, dead dove, amputation, electrocution, torture, unsanitary

i like that with achilles especially because for him this is the ultimate fantasy the best scenario in his world. completely dependent on you because you chose to take away his autonomy. but he still talks like he's a respectful member of society and not like he's a glorified cock sleeve, its not acceptable.

he also gets to ease into it, starting him with a good amount of words and slowly lowering it. but it gets even lower than noemie did because he doesn't even need to say pleasantries. good morning, good night, hello, its unnecessary. he needs to say yes, please, im sorry, and thank you and that's it. if he tries to waste his words on stupid things like no or stop he's going to end up punished in two ways.

it's fun to show off to your followers the sight of him using up his words. it's just a normal stream, you're playing games and in your lap is your cute little toy. everyone knows your cock is currently buried in your human onahole but you're not bouncing him or even moving, just letting him sit on your lap. someone asks how many words he has left today and so you check. it looks like he's been conservative today and he has about 10 left. so it's time to waste those precious words of your dumb toy. you make him look at the chat and people can pay for him to say things, of course you don't want them to use up all ten in one go so it's limited. the fun of watching him slowly fuck himself over begins.

"how are you doing today, pet?"

he blinks his pretty eyes and swallows.

"uhmm good..?"

"are you having fun?"

"yes!"

"what are you doing right now?"

you give him a good thrust to remind him. he gasps and whimpers with saliva dripping out of his mouth.

"mm.. t-taking master's co-cock."

that's 5.

"do you love your master?"

"yes!!"

"are you happy to be a fuck toy?"

"yes!!"

"do you ever regret losing your limbs?"

he looks back at you as best he can with a pout.

"you can say no this time." you assure him.

"no! i don't!"

that's the other 5.

"how many words do you have left?"

he blinks in confusion like he doesn't know what game you've all been playing.

"10."

that was the very last word. so you press him against your desk and push your cock even deeper into him. everyone is watching you remind him, everyone can see him and they know he's a sex toy.

"tell them thank you."

he's struggling with your cock now slamming into him making his entire body shake.

"tell them thank you." you say more sternly directing his slutty face to the camera.

"th-thank-"

the word barely leaves his mouth and he screams as the electricity buzzes through his body. that also earns him a hard slap on the ass.

"are you an ungrateful bitch? you need to be a good boy and say thank you properly."

"th-thank yyyYOUUU-"

another slap to accompany the shocks.

"thank you for watching this useless cock sleeve."

"ca-caaant-"

he's crying now as you continue to punish him along with the painful shocks. your relentless pounding of his tight hole doesn't stop either it's an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.

you pull him all the way onto your cock and sit back in your chair.

"tell me you can't again. see what happens."

"sowwy"

his voice is hoarse as his entire body twitches and writhes with the pain.

"now say it."

"tha-thank y-" a scream. "you fffforr-" more sobbing. "waaaaaatchingggggahh-" his body slumped forward but you pulled him back. "th-thisssss u-" his head fell against your shoulder as his body arched away from the pain. "useless-" he was flailing to get away from it. "co-coooock sleeeeeeeeveee-"

you watched as the poor toy couldn't help but release his bladder all over his stubby thighs and your lap.

"oh no... i think achilles wants to be punished even more."

[z0mbiewh0re]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🦇 ݁˖ ݁𖥔FICTOBER𖥔 ݁ ˖🦇 ݁˖ ݁𖥔 .

Day 8: Humilation

Summary: working in the country club while your boyfriend is there was never easy.

Warnings: rafe being a dick. Toxic relationship. Mention of smut. Slut calling. Slut shaming. Humilation obv. Fem!reader. Kinda bullying?

One question you constantly asked yourself in your head: was your relationship with Rafe healthy?

and no, it wasn't.

Rafe exploits your love in various ways for his own benefits. to let out frustration or just to have fun. but you would be the last person to say anything against it. because everything that satisfied Rafe also satisfied you.

Rafe was your drug. you would kill for him. you would die for him. Strictly speaking, you would do anything for him that was possible. you loved him more than anything. you were obsessed with him. With his voice, with his looks, with his touch. but as a pogue you couldn't show that in public. Behind closed doors when it was just the two of you, Rafe would kiss you or cuddle with you, but in front of other people you were nothing but dirt and Rafe loved that.

Rafe knew how much you loved him, how obsessed you were with him and that was more than convenient for him. If your relationship was public, some people would definitely claim that your relationship is one sided but you knew that Rafe loved you too. but you really doubted it right now. You're currently working as a waitress at the country club to make some money and as usual, Rafe was sitting at one of the tables with Kelce and Topper and kept making condescending comments. Rafe waved you to the table and signaled to you by raising his glass that he wanted more, so you walked to the table for the second time.

You took the three glasses and placed them on your tray, but before you could make your way to the bar, Rafe pulled the tray out of your hand and it fell onto the table with the glasses. One of the glasses broke and you were visibly shocked but you knew better than to confront Rafe about it so you apologized and reached for the broken glass. "You're too stupid for everything, right?! Couldn't you have waited until I gave the order?! How do you know that they both want something else?!" Rafe suddenly shouted at you. "I just wanted to take all the glasses because if they didn't want anything more then I could at least have cleared them away." You explained as you placed the glass on the tray. "Did I ask you to clear it?!" Rafe asked and you shook your head while Kelce and Topper laughed at the situation. "Then shut up and do your job properly!"

"Im sorry..."

you mumbled. "If you only had half as much brain as you have tits, you wouldn't be so shitty." Topper said, laughing. He was obviously already drunk because he wasn't normally that extreme so you just ignored him but Rafe started making comments too. "You can't really call that tits." Rafe said and the three burst out laughing. When you put the last visible piece of glass on the tray, you took the other two glasses and took the order. and surprisingly, all three wanted what they had before. So you went to the bar, grabbed a rag and finished the order. When you got back to their table, you wiped the table twice and then put the glasses down.

"I have to say, you're not that ugly for a pogue." Kelce said, laughing. "Pogue sluts like her are everywhere. I swear for a little money you would go straight to your knees, wouldn't you?" Rafe said and all three burst out laughing again which only got louder when Rafe smacked you on the ass. "I'm not a slut...and I wouldn't even suck your cocks for a thousand euros..." You mumbled as you turned around but Rafe pulled you back by your hair. and in that moment the only question you asked yourself was why no one intervened. this world was really fucked up. But actually you knew the answer: it was Rafe Cameron. why would anyone say anything when they're being mean to worthless pogue? "Say that again and I swear on everything you'll be on your knees sucking my cock in front of all these people." Rafe hissed with a frightening tone. "I'm sorry..." You apologized as Rafe slapped your cheek and laughed. "Good girl. It's not so difficult to listen? Do i always have to get derogatory first?" Rafe asked and you apologized again. This continued all evening until you got off work and went home to Rafe. No matter what else he couldve done that evening, you would still come back to his house. you always did.

[bisaster-energy]

big believer in keiko and kuwabara being besties like. you're my best friend's best friend and instead of it being awkward they realize "hey i really like hanging out with you!" this is ofc extremely detrimental to yusuke who now has two people on his ass

they share textbooks keiko quizzes kuwabara til he drops and she asks for fitness advice. why do i think this? I simply think it'd be funny asf if Keiko randomly got abs of steel. yusuke walks in on them doing sit ups while testing each other on vocab and almost breaks into tears.

"Keiko stop turning kuwabara into a fucking nerd he's wasting all his time studying instead of goofing off" "yusuke shut up and feel my abs" "holy shit these guys are like rock hard" "right??"

Kuwabara gets glasses and yusuke genuinely thinks it's a bit at first but kuwa is like "man seriously I realized part of the reason school was hard was cos I couldn't make out the words in my books half the time I need these things fr" classic yyh collapse in shock moment

Keiko and Kuwa are there for each other when yusuke goes off doing god knows what in Makai. They know he'll be back but it can be shitty not knowing what he's doing when he'll be back. Kuwabara reassures her that Yusuke does give a shit even when he leaves and Keiko reminds Kuwabara of why he doesn't need to drop everything and join him. He'll be back he'll be back he'll be back.

Kuwabara can only make simple meals Shizuru forced him to learn and Keiko doesn't really cook even tho her parents own a restaurant so when yusuke is in the human world there's cheers and applause "finally I get to eat 🙏🏼" "aren't you guys graduating college soon how are you surviving when I'm not here" "get back in the kitchen boy" "yeah I need another bowl 😌" "im poisoning ur food"

because girls and guys apparently can't just hang out school mates are sure Keiko is dating kuwabara but some think she's with yusuke and others think the two are fighting over her and she just looks at them like they're stupid if anyone ever asks directly

as for Kuwabara nobody knows whether he has a gf or a bf cos sometimes a polite brunette with a sweet smile visits him on campus and they talk at a picnic table (she's seen hitting him sometimes tho) but other times a guy with slicked back hair and devil may care attitude like. swaggers up to kuwa when he's with some classmates and drops a homemade lunch in his lap "you forgot this dumbass" "ahh thanks yusuke you're a life saver 🥺" "just eat your food" inside is the cutest box lunch and yusuke's glare keeps the people kuwa was with from cracking jokes. kuwabara acts like this is very normal

anyway i just think it'd be cool if they hung out and yusuke was equal parts delighted and grumpy about it

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 16: Vulnerability

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

It's been a rough two weeks and I craved Larissa comfort. So enjoy! 🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402 @the-bagel24 @autumn-leaves-chasing-breeze @kimiinou @muffintopxs @h-doodles @bbykens @lilfartbox1 @bigolgay @winterfireblond @gela123 @i-like-reading @hopelessly-sapphic @alder-saan @im-a-carnivorous-plant @weemssapphic @barbarasstar

(pls let me know if you want to be tagged/ I missed you!)

Chapter 15

Cross Posted on AO3 Here

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Larissa was busy. Which was fine! And understandable considering all the antics Wednesday has been up to recently. Her dedication to finding the monster that had attacked you was sweet, a little insane, but sweet. However, the way in which she was trying to find it was…unorthodox to say the least.

She had asked you almost a hundred different questions about the night you were attacked, not that you remembered much of use anyway. All you could remember was that you were in the woods (how far from the school you didn’t know), you had been crying so hard you hadn’t heard anything and that Marilyn had showed up very shortly after you were attacked…

Which was bothering you for two reasons. One was that if she had been close enough to be there right after you were attacked, why didn’t the monster attack her? Wednesday had hypothesized(her term not yours) that the monster had probably gotten spooked by a second person. It still didn’t sit right with you though.

And the second reason was that you had barely seen Marilyn since you were brought back to Nevermore. She had popped in briefly when you were unpacking to say hi and say she was glad you were doing better and then all but disappeared off the face of the planet. You know the two of you weren’t all that close but you honestly thought you’d at least see her around a bit.

You knew her and Larissa were close, she had told you about the long chats over many glasses of wine and their morning coffees together. And the two of them hadn’t stopped hanging out, not until Larissa went into full crisis(Wednesday) management mode. And it’s not like you spent all your time holes up in your room (anymore, not that Vlad allowed it in the first place). And with all the fucking walking around the Nevermore campus you were doing you really did not understand why you hadn’t seen her at least once.

So you decided you would try and find her today. Partially because, yes, you were lonely. But also because you wanted to thank her properly for saving your life. So you set out to find the funky lil redhead, vowing to yourself that you would find her before the end of the day.

Surprisingly she was in the first place you checked; the greenhouse. This did make you wonder if you were imagining her avoiding you. She was on the phone when you entered. She seemed to be in the middle of a heated argument with someone, hand gesturing wildly as she whisper-yelled at whoever it was she was speaking with. You stood awkwardly at the door, trying to figure out if you should stay or go.

Before you can make a decision the phone call is over and she's angrily sighing and shaking her head. You knock on the closed door behind you, hoping to announce your presence properly before stepping further into the greenhouse. At the sound she turns, rather swiftly. The look on her face goes from proper anger to shock, then to something you can’t name before swinging back around to anger again. You don’t even have a moment to open your mouth before she storms over to you, poking your chest with her finger.

“You! You just- you had to- and now I- UGH!” She groans, tears gathering in her eyes.

“Marilyn…?” You mumble, staring at her, confused as fuck.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t know why I-“ she tries, stopping when her voice cracks.

She looks moments away from bursting into full-blown sobs. Her eyes are wet with unshed tears and her lower lip is trembling. She opens her mouth to speak again but you wrap your arms around her, enveloping the small woman in a hug. She does burst into tears then, hugging you back while burying her face in your neck. You pat her back, doing your best to soothe her.

She calms eventually, her cries dissolving into the occasional hiccup. She takes a step back from you, wiping at her eyes and letting out a shaky breath.

“Sorry..” she smiles, “I don’t-you shouldn’t have had to deal with that I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. Are you okay though?” You ask.

She nods and sniffs, shooting you what you assume is meant to be a reassuring smile. You smile back at her, squeezing her shoulders.

“I’m fine, I mean I will be fine. Sorry. Is there- can I do anything for you?” She offers.

“I actually just uh wanted to chat to you. And thank you properly for you know saving my life and all.”

“Really you shouldn’t thank me. It was the least I could do…” her face falls for a second before she smiles, “Is there anything else? Sorry, I’ve got uhm-I have to head into town to pick up a plant delivery.”

“Oh…oh no. It’s- no it’s cool! I’ll just- I’ll leave you to it then,” you murmur.

You say your goodbyes, feeling a bit better when Marilyn suggests you get coffee sometime. When you leave the greenhouse you stand dumbly for a bit, trying to figure out what to do now. You figure it would be best to go back to your room. Your mood can’t get that much worse just by vibing in your room.

———

Apparently, it could get worse. Much worse.

As it turns out dissociating in your room actually made you feel so much worse. You had ended up staring blankly at the really nice window you had while thinking back on all the ways life had gotten so fucked in the last few weeks. And then you ended up thinking about how your life had been fucked up the whole time. Which was a super fun little exercise to be doing before a physio session with Vlad.

And really Vlad was so sweet, really. So kind. However you felt like utter shit and he was making you do all these stupid, painful stretches that were making your scars and body ache. Which when combined with your already shit mental state leads to a rather terrible outburst.

“Come on kiddo just a few more of these,” he encourages you.

“I can’t.” You huff, wincing at the pain in your stomach.

“Sure you can kiddo. It’s just three more you got this-“

“No I fucking don’t! So can you just fucking let me breathe?!” You yell.

“Alright, let’s take a breath then-“

“No that’s not going to fucking help! Nothing is going to fucking help because things are just fucking fucked!” You end up kicking the nearest thing which just so happens to be a wall.

Which is how you end up sitting in the infirmary with a fucked foot and a dent in the wall you had taken your frustration out on. Turns out the vampire strength did not save your bones from being obliterated by concrete. The nurse had been very sweet, wrapping your foot and sending you on your way. Vlad had helped you back to your room, not asking any questions and leaving you with a simple ‘call if you need anything.’

And so you lay on your bed, frustrated and angry and hurt. You feel tears welling up in your eyes and get even more frustrated if that’s even possible. Part of you knows you’re just having a bad day, that these feelings will pass and you’ll be okay. But another, louder part of you says this is how things will always be.

That’s how Larissa finds you, laying on your back on your bed, foot wrapped in a lovely bandage, crying your eyes out. She silently takes off her heels, padding over to your bed and sitting herself next to you. She brushes some hair out of your face, smiling down at you.

“I hear you’re going around destroying property.” She hums.

“I’m sorry, I can- I can get it fixed and pay for the damage I-“

“Darling, I’m certain your toe suffered more damage than the wall. And even if you destroyed a wall you would never have to pay for it.” She reassured you, brushing the tears from your cheeks gently. “How’s your foot?”

“It’s fine, I was being ridiculous.” You grumble.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” she frowns, “do you want to talk about it?”

You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to keep the tears from falling. You shrug, biting your lip as you sniffle.

“It’s fine I’m-I’ll be fine,” you croak.

“Talk to me darling,” she murmurs.

“I…” you try, not really sure where to start, “I don’t know I’m just…I just feel like- I just- everything is so overwhelming at the moment. I just- I feel like I’m drowning.”

Larissa taps your arm, gesturing for you to sit up. You do, a bit confused. You feel your heart melt when she shuffles behind you, pulling you to lie back against her. She wraps her arms around your stomach, squeezing you gently and pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

“Go on sweetheart,” she murmurs.

“I just-my whole life has been like flipped upside down. I mean I-I almost fucking died and-and then oh no wait I didn’t because it turns out I’m a vampire! Which is- I mean it’s really cool! And I’m not- I’m not upset or anything but…but my parents hid it from me my- my whole life and I-how am I supposed to feel about that? And my father is all high and mighty about it, pulling the ‘I was doing what was best for the family’ crap. And I can’t even fucking ask my mom about it because she’s-“

Your crying restarts in earnest then. You hide your face in your hands. Larissa holds you tighter, whispering soothing gentle words into your hair. She doesn’t ask any questions, simply holds you as you cry and reassures you that everything will be alright. It’s nice that you can just be with her, that she doesn’t expect anything from you. When you’ve calmed enough to speak again you continue.

“I can’t ask her about it because she’s dead. And she’s been dead for years and it still. I mean I went to therapy for it at the time. And I-it helped. But I-I keep wondering if- if she knew? If she- I mean she probably helped keep it a secret from me but…did she feel the way my dad does? Did she hate who I am too? Would she think I’m a monster?”

You sink further into Larissa’s embrace, grasping her hands with with of yours as you breathe shakily. She shuffles a bit, squeezing you again before she speaks.

“Your father is an idiot and a bastard for the way he treated you,” she whispers, “and I never knew your mother, so I won’t claim to know how she would feel. However, I do know you. And you are one of the kindest, most accepting, most lovely people I’ve ever met in my life. You’re always looking out for others, you’re always trying to help people. There’s nothing even remotely monstrous about you, my love.”

“You thought I was a monster though…” you mumble, bracing yourself for anger.

“I did,” she sighs shakily, resting her chin on your head, “and I-I can’t apologize enough for that. I need you to know that what I said, had nothing to do with who you are. I was-I took out my anger and fear on you. You’re not-there is absolutely nothing monstrous about you darling. And I will spend every moment of every day for the rest of my life trying to show you that.”

Your breath hitches at the sincerity in her voice. You awkwardly manoeuvre yourself to sit sideways between her legs, your foot preventing you from turning around completely. You stare up at her from where your head is resting against her arm, pouting and probably looking like a mess. But Larissa just smiles down at you, her face filled with so much love and adoration you feel the weight on your chest ease a little.

“I’m sorry-“ you start only to be interrupted when Larissa presses a finger to your lips.

“None of that now,” she chides, “you don’t need to apologize for feeling things. I’m so- I cannot express how much it means to me that you shared that with me. I know that one conversation isn’t going to solve your problems, but I promise I’ll be here for you whenever you need me. You know you can call me whenever you need alright?”

“But what if you’re busy I don’t want to bother you…”

“Nothing is more important than you darling.”

She says it with so much authority and sincerity that you genuinely forget how to breathe for a moment. She brushes a few more tears from your cheeks before kissing your forehead. It’s a bit awkward with the way you’re positioned. She chuckles at the noise of protest you let out when she adjusts the way she’s sitting.

“How about we go back to my quarters, get changed into more comfortable clothes and order some takeout? How does that sound darling?” She suggests.

“I-you don’t have to go through so much trouble for me Rissa.”

“I know I don’t. How about you let me anyway?” She grins.

Honestly, you don’t know what to say to that, and her cute grin makes your brain malfunction. So you nod up at her, your face flushing as she escorts you to her room.

And as you sit cuddled up to her later that evening, with her tracing abstract shapes on your arms, you truly feel like everything will be okay.

[nctsplug02]

helloooo, i’m very hungover from halloweekend and i’m daydreaming about how mark would take care of his gf who has a hangover 🥲

[1:34PM]

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: hangover, mark being the best boyfriend, kissing, mention of food, and mention of medication.

the smell of eggs and bacon has you up. your head pounded and ached as if a boxer was beating your head in.

“holy fuck,” you groan while sitting up, you could feel your head spinning. it felt like there was a thousand pounds on your head.

where’s mark? your mind questions as you look around the room. mark; your boyfriend of two years who can’t cook food but is the sweetest human— can’t cook. eggs. bacon.

shit.

“oh, fuck.” you sigh, hopefully the smell of bacon and eggs were actually what it was and not the smell of your apartment being burnt down.

you slide out of bed and swipe the white t-shirt off the ground, you slip it over your head and hug yourself while walking out the room and into the kitchen. “ow, fuck.” mark quietly hisses under his breath when feeling the hot oil splat on his skin.

“mark?” mark whizzes around with a spatula in his hand. “hi, baby.” aw, that shocked and enlightened smile on his face. “hi, uh.. what— what are you doing?” mark looks back at the stove then at you. “i—im trying to make us food,” he turns back to the stove and shrieks.

“oh, mark.” you sigh when walking over and peeking over his shoulder. “uh, sorry. maybe we won’t be having breakfast.” he laughs and flips the burnt eggs in the trash. “should we order in?” mark looks up at you with the biggest eyes and a frown. “yeah.” he says quietly and you softly laugh.

after ordering, you and mark are sitting across from each other with coffee mugs. “i’m sorry i ruined breakfast this morning— i just wanted to help with your.. hangover.” you laugh into the cup. “i love you, mark. you’re too good for me and i appreciate you for all you do. thank you for trying.”

mark hops off the counter and walks over to you, he spreads your legs a bit and wedges himself between them. “i love you.” he whispers and presses his lips onto yours.

“also, why aren’t you wearing any undies?” you laugh and look down to see the shirt is still blocking you. “howd you know?”

“i could see it from where i was sitting earlier. whenever you kept moving your leg it peaked a bit.” you set your mug down and toss your arms around his neck. “you sound like a creep.” mark sets his coffee mug down next to yours and slides his hands over your hips.

your lips are so close to touching marks before you push him and run to the sink. you lean over and start throwing your guts out. “oh, baby.” mark rubs your back and holds your hair back into a ponytail. “that’s it, baby.” you turn the tap on and rinse your mouth.

“god, that was horrible.” you huff, heaving slowly. “you did good.” you softly laugh at marks praise. he brings his hands on your hips, again and leans forward but you lean back. “i need to brush my teeth first because, morning breath and because i just threw up.”

“aw, cmon, baby. i’ve had more terrible things in my mouth before— i literally drank expired milk.” you cringe at his sentence. “ick, that’s nasty— but, please let me brush my teeth?” your eyebrows quirk up.

mark yanks you to the bathroom and grabs your toothbrush. “okay, but you have to let me help.” he wets it and coats it in a nice amount of toothpaste. “help? i don’t need help brushing my—?”

your jaw drops and mark sticks your toothbrush in your mouth. “mwak?!” the brushing muffles you out. “mwak, i—?” the foam builds up and mark pulls out the toothbrush. “spit.” you lean forward with a soft glare.

you spit and mark grins. “we’re doing so good.” his shoulders jump up in excitement. “mark, keep sticking the toothbrush so far deep im gonna puke, again.” you warn. “but, you aren’t gagging?”

“maybe because every day and night you face fuck me with your fat co—?!” mark sticks the toothbrush in your mouth, cutting you off and making you glare. “i hat ou.” your eyebrows frown.

“nah, you love me.” he winks and you roll your eyes feeling your cheeks heat up. “bam white.” you nod and mark laughs. “spit.” you lean over the sink and spit, again.

KNOCK KNOCK!

“breakfast!” you and mark say in sync. “i’ll get it— wash your mouth.” you nod and mark leaves.

you’re gonna marry this boy. for sure.

[bedforddanes75]

wips!!! talk to meeeeeeee about them <3333

-b

tbh it was just the one and im gonna rant because I Have Been Prompted x

for whatever mentally ill reason its gatty so apologies but basically its dlid era, and about 20k words of george being In Love and In Denial but hes silly leave him alone:( in those 20k its just RIDICULOUS tho. it is soundtracked to literally anything angsty BUT... also songs and instrumentals by adrianne lenker because that's where i got the title from LMFAO. i also made a pinterest board of it and thats mostly what i wanted to bring up because its so like omg the vibes are so AAA. anyway have...a snippet. so. hoe this is scary how do u do this OKAY dude omg im stressed ALSO Maybe consider this nsfw idk he starts talking shit about matty wanking So um. whatever ALSO sorry tw for homophobic slurs :<

They're fine, stood alone, until someone walks past and shoves Matty with his shoulder, mumbles something about 'What a fag', then looks at him, sniggering. Matty looks down at his hands, fiddling awkwardly.

George glares at the boy, then grabs his shoulder, yanking at him so they're face-to-face.

“Something to say about your boyfriend? Boyfriend who looks like a girl?”

George gives him a hard look, clenching his jaw, balling his fists.

“He’s not my boyfriend. But yeah, I do, actually. Don’t you fucking call him that.”

“Oh, makes sense that you’d say that. Cos you're one too, aren't you? Fucking queer,” he spits, attempting (and failing) to square up, having to tilt his head back an embarrassing amount just to look George in the eye.

The next thing George knows is someone's on the floor in front of him with a bloody nose and his knuckles are pink.

“George, what the fuck!” Ross shouts, suddenly appearing from some door or other.

He can't reply, just stares at the boy on the ground, accepting as people cheer for more and Adam and Ross pull him away.

He's a little unsure of what happens for the next while, all he knows is he doesn't enjoy it, sitting, walking, explaining what happened over and over again, because all he can think of is the look on Matty's face after he spoke. The way he'd looked so hopeless, pulling his hat down further. All he knew in that moment was that he never wanted to see it again.

His mother questions him about what happened as she drives him home, in shock about the fact her (usually quite docile) son had just punched someone. And he tells the truth. He tells her about how sad Matty had looked, how he just wanted to hug him, but something just made him want to hurt the kid.

She believes him, of course, knowing the lengths they’d go for each other, but decides to stay quiet about the fact George got himself almost punched just for the sake of his friend, and what that might mean, especially with their conversation the night prior.

Once they get home, George hides in his room, sitting on his bed and staring at his hands. He can't believe he actually punched someone, the only acts of violence he'd ever shown otherwise were to his friends, playful, nothing genuinely harmful. The sight of that kid on the floor, nose all red and bloodied, made him feel uneasy, knowing he could do that. He knew he was intimidating to most people, with a resting face that looked almost empty, and a stature of six foot something, but he didn’t think he had it in him to give another reason to be scared.

He just can't stop thinking about how happy Matty had seemed before, his smile, those crooked teeth that he loves oh so much, his stupid giggles. The fact he's thinking about his best friend's smile and blushing to himself doesn't fail to make him even more uncomfortable.

George puts his head in his hands, squeezing his eyes shut tightly behind his palms, and lets his shoulders dip down. His mind races with thoughts of Matty, and he feels sick. The thoughts don't stop at just his smile either, and he finds himself thinking about Matty's bare body, thinking about his skinny torso and bony arms, thinking about Matty touching himself, wondering what he would do, what he thought about, who he thought about, whether he'd fuck up into his fist.

He whines, distressed, feeling like a kicked dog, unsure of what to do.

The worst part about it, though, is the fact he's now fully aware of the fact he's getting hard. Over Matty, his best friend, who is also a boy. He wants to cry, he's not gay, so why is he thinking about Matty like that? Especially since Matty is very much a man.

um. anyway. bragging is cool guys show me every wip you have Immediately... also if this sucks then suck my dick and prove it

[crazylittlejester]

HII UH MEWING ANON AGAIN, I uhhh do not mean to sound invasive but APPARENTLY I AM TALKED ABOUT AMOUNGST YOUR FRIENDS AND UHHH TELL THEM I SAID HEWOOOL :3 but uh another qiestion (Ohh my goood this sounds so weird but uhhh)

what do you guys say abt me?? Like quotes or something or like conversation wise idk man I’ve never been popular enough in someone’s life to be like well known OUTSIDE of they’re blog so this is like, a whole new world for me man, uh don’t answer if you don’t want to but if you do then thx cus like, I’m CuRiOus😧

well they had to sit through my conspiracy theories (before you confirmed anything) that a specific three asks sent by you were all the same person, and most of em did agree with me. We all cheered when you confirmed it btw, and also lost our minds a bit. It made my list of “Things That Happened In 2024 That Were Not On My Bingo Card”

it literally started with that first ask you sent because it broke my brain a bit how someone could talk about something so fucking heavy in such a “:3” way (its still im my inbox btw i didn’t delete it i just can’t in good conscience post it without a tw i hope you understand bro 😭), and i only told a few people about the first one. But that SECOND one?? bro i knew they were sent by the same person and i told fuckin everyone because i was going insane over it. they all got screenshots of the asks, and we called you “That Anon” before the “Mewing Anon” thing because we had no idea what else to call you. Btw you’re the reason my friends and i started saying ‘don’t forget to mew’, it’s not cos of the meme or whatever, we directly quote you

also it was absolutely FOUL wrapping that fic prompt with ‘Don’t forget to mew’ after all that, I was actually crying laughing so hard after reading that I couldn’t fucking breathe 😭 that was just such an insane say to close off it shocked the hell outta me

you might be my most talked about anon to my irl friends, just because im still not over the way you phrased that fucking request 😭

stay iconic dude /gen

[eric-the-disposable-demon]

ok everyone. Sit down and shut up. Cos nothing as amazing as what just happend will ever happen again.

this is hannibal related. For the sake of this story, I'll mark all the hannibal related bits in red.

So I just saw the human versions of hannibal and will and I'm not even kidding shut up listen to this.

This story is 100% real btw, I didn't make anything up.

So I was walking with my mom in the town were staying at in Italy. Two men and a dog walk past us. A moment later one of the men turns around and walks over to us. He's wearing a suit (with no tie though). His hair is a dirty blond, and very neat. He stop us and asks "excuse me, sorry for bothering you, but are you Israeli?" My mom and I say yes, we are (and were pretty shocked, too. We werent speaking hebrew or anything, we werent doing anything particularly Israeli). We asked him how he knew, and he said "oh, im not sure. It was just something about you. Your body language and general air. Sorry, im used to analyzing people more than i should. It happens automatically, i cant really turn it off." He then called the other man who was walking with him, who had already moved on. And, I SHIT YOU NOT. this is the name he called out. "William! William come here, look, these two are Israeli". William comes over and brings the dog with him. "This is my partner, william." The other man said. William was a bit shorter than him, he looked a bit scruffier, and he was wearing a wool hat. He had darker hair. He was wearing jeans and a corduroy jacket (i think) over a t shirt. He sighed and said "you know i hate that word, it makes it sound like i work with you in the clinic or something. Im his husband." I asked what happend to their dog (he was missing a leg). William said he was out fishing a few months back and took the dog with him, the dog went wondering off into the woods and got into a fight with a wild hog. "Luckily," the other man said "William is a vet. And kino (the dog) is fine now" There was an awkward pause. "Now, if youll excuse us, it was very nice talking to you but we have a lunch reservation and a client waiting." The other man said. "Yeah. That meat isnt going to eat itself" William said.

LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THOSE WERENT HANNIBAL AND WILL. THEY HAD THE SAME FEATURES. ONENOF THEM WAS LEGIT CALLED WILLIAM. THEY HAD A DOG. WILLIAM GOES FISHING. THE OTHER MAN HAS CLIENTS. OUGH.

"That meat isnt going to eat itself" sure hun are you talking about lunch or your husband's fucking client.

Fucking gay cannibals walking around Italy with their 3 legged adorable dog. Oughhhhhh

[momoffdrugs]

11/02/2023. 2:01 AM

today was a normal day. tried to buy flowers for day of the dead. failed, but got some fake ones for my brothers grave. will put them in tomorrow (or 8 hours whatever). had work today, which was enjoyable. made some money (yippee) and came home, spent some time with my baby and am now relaxing. couple thoughts to share today.

why do i feel like no matter what or where it is, i am put in a situation where a 35 year old man is flirting with me, and i flirt back? and i love it. those are the men which i just have the best interactions with. but it’s not real, it never is. is it from when i was 18 and had sex with my 38 year old manager? i feel like it definitely comes from there. but it’s weird. at that time, i hated myself, wanted to be invisible. regretted so bad that i slept with him. it just opened up an open invitation for any creep to feel like he could hit on me. and it was my fault. at least, that’s how it feels. so i made an unwritten rule where i was never going to fuck a man i worked with, especially if he held power over me.

so, i can flirt, fantasize, but nothing must ever come from it. for my well being. and like, how can i even say nothing must come from it like im the one with all the power anyway? haha. who knows if he’s actually even flirting with me, and maybe im crazy enough to imagine this all anyway. but whatever, i digress. there is just something about the connection of being fat and cute in the face that white 35 year old men just love about me.

it reminds me on my relationship with k. i think i was an escape for him, when his divorce was finalizing, sitting alone in rehab, in comes this young, sad looking pregnant girl. and maybe he thought i could be more, because i was becoming a mother, and i was nice. maybe i could change his life. maybe i thought that too. but last week, i figured out i never could change his life. and in the end, i wouldn’t want to anyway. on my two year anniversary of getting clean, he called me from jail, asked me to unsubscribe him from multiple accounts so he could save money. netflix, hulu, disney+ … and onlyfans. i agreed. but when i looked at his OF account i was shocked. not anything crazy or unusual. just the air of disparity and wealth that was eluding from him. his profile picture of when he was in high school, drinking a beer. it was just profoundly disgusting and eye opening for me. and maybe it was wrong to judge, but i just had had enough of it. sure, we saw each other as friends, but we had sex multiple times. and he didn’t even remember any of it because well i don’t know why. it just brought up all these harsh realities.

i just…. didn’t want to take care of him anymore. i didn’t owe him anything. i gave him pieces of my heart when i should’ve been saving them for myself at the lowest point in my life.

and that day, my anniversary, was ruined. not because of him, but because of me, and my thought process. i went back to that good ol theory. am i gay? do i not like men?

and here’s where i was laying down my answers:

i find most men disgusting, i can’t stand being touched, if even in passing, by a man. it leaves me so uncomfortable. like actual fight or flight mode. i scream on the inside.

the last three times i’ve had sex (with a man) was just not enjoyable for me. and i had to have been tipsy/ drunk for each time to feel less uncomfortable.

i couldn’t take any man seriously, yeah i had attractions, but i never actually followed through in creating a permanent relationship beyond fantasy.

so that’s why i thought i was gay. (plus i had been molested as a child by multiple girls, so maybe that’s why i thought i was gay too)

but my friend said to me, being gay is being attracted to the same gender as you, not being repulsed by the opposite. and then he told me i obviously needed to heal.

and that struck me. like a lightbulb flicked on above my head. it was astounding.

i thought for the first time, am i really that traumatized by men? of course not, i talk to them, have attraction to them, and still want to marry one, one day. i couldn’t be?

but i am. i can’t form an appropriate relationship with a man that i find interesting (have a crush on) it’s extreme. always. every single interaction is like me trying to perform for them. and for what? once sex is on the table, i’m immediately turned off. disgusted. every single time. i don’t want to be vulnerable to a man again. at least, not in a loving way.

i was in a tumultuous relationship with my ex for almost 10 years. and it has scarred me beyond recognition. almost half my life with this man. and i’ve been single for two years and it still feels weird. sure, i’ve completely moved on from that relationship, but there is unearthed trauma that i have yet to work through. and fuck, where would i even start? i’m scared. i’m SCARED. okay? i’m scared of the outcome of another marriage. i’m scared the man of my dreams is not real. and one day i’m going to wake up next to my fantasy husband and he’s going to hurt me in the worst imaginable way.

i was molested a lot when i was a kid. i really don’t understand why. from multiple family members, both girls and boys, even a man, and from both sides of the family. it’s like they could smell it on me, that i was easy to coerce. like you’re easy pickings, you won’t say anything, and you might even just enjoy it. so why stop there? i’ve been raped, sexually assaulted many times even in my adult life. and i swear to god, every time i was assaulted in my later years, it took a bite from my soul. how could you let this happen to you? you’re stupid. you should’ve never went out. you should’ve fought back. why didn’t you fight back more? why did you just accept being a victim? why?

the last time i was assaulted was about two and a half years ago. i was in rehab, and 8 months pregnant. and my female roommate came home drunk. and tried to force herself on top of me. and i fought like hell to get her off of me and to leave.

and in retrospect, i haven’t had much sex with anybody since then. i wouldn’t let anyone touch me that wasn’t in a medical setting after that. then i had my daughter, and got even worse off drugs, and went to prison. and since getting out of prison i’ve had sex only three times. so maybe i’ve only had sex like less than ten times since the last time i was assaulted. and it has not even been enjoyable once. i coudnt even trust a woman to be safe with me. imagine how scared i was in prison, not even about general danger. just being taken advantage of, by another woman.

i don’t want to be in that position again. i won’t allow myself to be in that position again. so, i have barely gone out at all since getting out, just work, and take care of my baby.

and it’s effecting me, i feel alone. lost, and i want to be loved and cared for. i just don’t want someone to actually do it. i’m scared of that thought i guess. that someone would have to see me naked before im ready to show them who i really am. and i mean really naked, my mind, body, and soul. i don’t want to be vulnerable, left in the dark. i don’t want to be the butt of someone’s joke. i don’t want my hurt to be magnified, just to be left in the dust anyway. i’m scared. i am so scared.

i know i’m not ready for a relationship yet, but i want to get there some day. i want to be healthy enough for one. that’s actually just what i want. mentally healthy for a relationship. normal. not traumatized.

i have got to figure out how to see a counselor for sexual trauma.

thanks for reading ❤️

[zannilove]

Word count — 1, 318

Warnings —Masturbation, Teasing, Finger fucking

Note — I was inspired by reading @the-devils-girl94 's post here. I have been on an ObeyMe! kick lately so much so that my brain in literally a temple for the demon brothers, specifically Mammon, Beel & Belphie. IM WEAK FOR THEM >. < I only changed it up a bit, having MC and Mammon being just friends instead of romantically involved.

Co-author: @thelolodiamond

You were spending time with Mammon in his room, the two of you had decided to watch a movie that the white-haired demon had been excitedly boasting about on the projector. What was the movie? Well, it had a rather lengthy title you could hardly remember no matter how hard you tried, and it seemed to be completely unrelated to the plot. But he had liked it and wanted you to watch it and you were shocked because THE Great Mammon had never invited you into his room before now despite the fact that he constantly barged into yours every often, had to happily accept.

So, there you both were 27 minutes into the movie and both very disinterested in the screen, attention turned to your phones. Mammon chuckled, lowering his D.D.D. into your face, the dim light blaring an image of the white-haired demon sleeping in the library at RAD into your cornea.

“Can ya believe someone posted this?!” he snatched the phone away before you were able to see who it was that posted the photo.

Your head which once rested comfortably in the man’s lap was now bouncing violently as he jittered in annoyance for a moment before jumping up from his seat.

“It’s gotta be Asmo or Levi.” Mammon huffed storming towards the door, tucking the phone in his pocket. “Don’tcha leave.” He demanded closing the door behind him.

The room fell silent, aside from the movie playing in the background and you were left a bit confused and slightly shaken, but not like you were frightened, so you didn’t really mind waiting on the couch until he came back. And since you were alone you had an urge to go peeking into things. Of course, you tried to ignore it, and that worked…for the first 5 minutes. But your phone became less and less interesting, and after the 9th lonesome sigh, you realized he would take a while.

Taking some initiative, you stand up and stretch before offering yourself a peek at his bed. It’s weird that it’s so neat and also that he normally tends to have a blanket and pillow on the couch anyway. You decide to try out the bed yourself, pulling a little bit of a goldilocks and realizing exactly why he doesn’t sleep there. It’s nice and spacious with a soft red blanket, but the mattress is hard as a brick. Surely this can’t be right. You try to shift, adjusting your position, trying your back, both sides, and finally your stomach before you give up on this venture.

His closet was in the next room, so logically this is where you thought you should find yourself. Shuffling through the hangers and shifting through the hanging drawers, you weren’t too shocked to find that the Avatar of Greed had a wide variety of designer and expensive looking clothes, some of which still had their tags. Of course… you thought tucking the shirt back into its place, trying your hardest to ignore the pile of clothes in the corner. You’re not his mother, so you can’t be concerned about the placement of his laundry, clean or otherwise. You finished your dawdling around the room off with a confusing game of solo pool and unsurprisingly, you had won every round.

Finally, you flopped back down to see the movie was nearly reaching its end. Realizing that you hadn’t caught any of it and had no intention to try now, you had to think. Your body and mind were having a bit of a conflict of interests about what you should do while sitting on this demon’s couch. Your impatience grew at the fact that this being had left you alone for so long, but your truth was you needed to be alone. You had to handle yourself because impure thoughts had been gathering in droves at the back of your mind. It felt almost as if Asmodeus had possessed you or you had been slipped one of his potions. Whatever this compulsion was, you were at your wit’s end. All that curiosity was just your way of trying to keep out of trouble, but your hand slipping into your pants proved that your efforts were in vain. On top of that, you had taken one of the jackets from the closet and couldn’t help but inhale the scent that was infused into the fabric as you slid it over your body. It was rather intoxicating, and between that and your hand, you found yourself moaning.

Your fingers glide over your undies, teasing yourself for a moment before deciding you wanted more. Your slender fingers stroked slowly over your clit as you continued teasing yourself. Mammon’s fingers were thicker than your own and you imagined the white-haired demon would also press down a bit harder than you were. You let another moan escape through your lips as you moved your fingers as you had imagined he would, your hips grinded forward pressing against them, the heat building in your core. Your chest rose and fell as your finger moved faster, the thought of Mammon touching you so passionately flooding into your mind, his lips all over you, biting and sucking at your sensitive skin.

“MC…?” Mammon blinks his eyes a few times, frozen in the doorway then palms his forehead with an exasperated sigh. Seconds pass in silence, your hand still in position, your mind also unable to register the demon’s return as you lay with your legs spread and pants resting around your thighs. “Whadda ya think you're doin’?”

You tilted your head back looking at the demon, your face flushed red as you shuffled through your brain to find an answer, something that took attention away from the obvious. “Watching a movie…?”

He chuckles. Which makes you confused and doesn’t particularly ease your nervousness. Then his simple laugh turns into a full-on roar. He doubles over, clutching his stomach and you stare at him, your mouth agape. You weren’t expecting him to… to laugh at this situation. Your face burns as your cheeks match the color of rose petals. Before you can muster up an audible response that won’t be utter nonsense, he stops and wipes his eyes, then locks them on you.

“If you’re in that kinda mood, ya coulda just said so sooner.” Mammon sighs, his voice was low like a gritty whisper as if he was saying something that was meant for you and you alone. But you don’t even have the time to be shocked by his statement before he’s looming over you. “Watchin’ a movie ain’t the only way we coulda burned an hour.”

His crystal-like eyes meet yours; you feel his hot breath puff over your neck as he trailed surprise kisses down your chest. He supported his weight by propping his hand on the arm of the couch, his right knee on the cushion beside your thigh. You find out exactly where the other hand is as you feel it rather forcefully replace your own. His fingers traced up and down your folds, collecting your slick and fully lubricating his fingers before he slowly slid two fingers into you.

You toss your head back as you grind your hips against his fingers which move more and more feverishly. His mouth covered your nipple and he sucked, twirling his tongue around the small bud, teasing your skin in his hot mouth as his fingers once again slid over your clit achingly slowly before pushing his fingers back into your needy hole. He swirled your juices around inside you, pumping his digits in and out of you at a steadily increasing rhythm.

As his pace increased, so did your moans. Your body kept attempting to move in sync with his motions, but he gave you a look that made you freeze in place. You knew you were in for a long night…

[writtingrose]

You’re Mine

SUMMARY; Jack is sick of seeing his best friend with other men and decides to show her who she belongs too 

WARNINGS; Pure fucking smut. It’s dirty as shit ya’ll. Again

REQUESTED BY; no one

BETA’D BY; @abadamn  and @omg-im-such-a-masochist

CO-WRITTEN BY;  none

WORD COUNT; 1,450

He watched the way her body moved against the man behind her, knuckles flexing as he 

clenched his fists. The fact that she allowed that man to touch her but not him filled him with more anger than he thought it would.

They’d been friends for years. For years he’d watched other men getting to hold her and touch her. He’d listened to countless stories of how men had treated her, spoiled her, failed to please her. He’d held her while she cried and mourned the relationship she thought would be forever, but that changed tonight. 

Tonight, he’d show her who she truly belonged to. 

It wasn’t much longer before he’d seen enough. The man she moved against had overstayed his welcome. Jack could see it written all over her face and decided it was time to make his move. He pushed his way through drunken bodies, eyes on Y/N as they protested and he growled softly. Reaching her, his arm wrapped protectively around her, startling them. 

“I think it’s time to go, Y/N. It’s late.”

Her  eyebrows pushed together as she pouted. He held back the urge to roll his eyes as she relaxed against him.

“But Jungy, I’m having so much fun!”

Her body relaxing into his said otherwise; told him she felt safe with him.

“I know. But we have to work tomorrow. Remember?”

Y/N pouted, her body now pressing against his as she wrapped her arms loosely around him. “Please?” She pouted up at him, eyes wide as she ground against him. “You never wanna have any fun. You don’t always have to be the responsible one.” 

Y/N laid her head on her chest, the alcohol clouding her usually coherent thoughts as she let the music take over. 

Jack growled against her as his hands moved to grab her arm. “I said it’s time to fucking go, Y/N.”

Without waiting for her to respond, he started for the door, dragging her along. He didn’t stop, ignoring her muttered protests until they reached his car. After yanking the door open he helped her inside and buckled her seatbelt. Y/N giggled as she looked up at him.

“Whatever you say, daddy.”

Jack froze for a split second before slamming the door shut. Clenching his jaw he took a deep breath as he stormed to the driver's side and got in. The tires squeal as he pulls out of the parking lot. His cock ached against his jeans as his knuckles gripped the steering wheel. 

From the passenger seat, Y/N leaned over to turn the radio on and sync it to her phone. As the music filled the car, her eyes drifted shut, hands moving up and down her chest as she danced in her seat. Jack sped down the street, growing more restless with each block they drew closer. 

He had parked and thrown her over his shoulder before she understood what was going on. She pouted as she wiggled in his grip, huffing gently.

“Set me down, Jungy! I can walk!”

It was bad enough he ruined her fun. He didn't have to carry her either. 

“Shut your mouth, Y/N.” His free hand rose up to slap against the barely covered globe of her ass. “You might not like what happens if you don’t.”

Y/N shook her head, shock covering her face as her pussy clenches. Still, she defied him. “I said, set me down, Jack. I can fucking walk.” 

His grip on her legs tightened as he slapped the other globe. “You want me to sit you down, Y/N?”

Making it to his room he pulled the key card from his pocket and slid it into the door. As the light turned green, he pushed it open and sat her down inside. 

“Thank you,” She huffed before stumbling deeper into the room. “Wait,” Her eyes widened as she turned to face him. “This isn’t my room, Jacky.” 

Jack said nothing as he stormed forward and wrapped his hand around her throat. 

“Why the fuck do you insist on being a brat huh?” He stepped to her, walking her back towards the bed. “Going out and showing off like a fucking whore. Think it’s cute, Y/N? Want some random guy to treat you like a toy?” He chuckled and ‘tsked’ his tongue before kissing her roughly. “All you had to do was ask, princess.” He whispered against her lips.

“J-Jack,” her protest died as his lips pressed against hers. 

His hand slid up the inside of her thigh as she pant against his lips. Brown eyes stared down into hers, his mouth twisted into a smirk as his finger moved past her panties and right to her aching clit. 

“You asked for this, Y/N. You’ve been asking for this.” He pressed his lips against her shoulder as he buried his finger inside her. “Fuck, they really haven’t been pleasing you have they?”

Looking up at him, Y/N gasped and shook her head. Her cheeks tinted a deep red as she spread her legs wider for him. “N-No, daddy. None of them were you.”

“That’s right, little one.” His smile is near sinister as he pulls his fingers from her cunt, brings them to her mouth and slides them past her  lips. “You belong to me.”

Jack stood quickly and pushed the leather jacket from his shoulders. His hands gripped the hem of his white tee before pulling it over his head. Y/N moaned gently as she watched the muscles on his arm and stomach flex. Brown eyes once again came to meet hers as his fingers skillfully unbuttoned and pushed down his jeans then boxers. 

Reaching down and with little effort he pulled her skirt down, panties too, and flipped her over. He knelt on the bed, nudging his way between her legs as he slapped her ass. “I pictured you like this, princess.” He growled as he spread her cheeks, watching his cock slide between her slick folds and press against her dripping hole. 

“And now,” He licked his lips as he slid just the tip of his cock in. Leaning down he slid his tongue over the shell of her ear before whispering. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget anyone before me.”

Jack pulled her hair, snapping her head back as he thrust into her.  Her eyes widened as she gasped, then moaned. Her walls stretched and pulsed around his thickness as he plunged into her. Y/N pushed her hips back eagerly, nails digging into the sheets.

“That’s it, baby,” He groaned against her ear as he held his hips still, letting her slide up and down his cock. “Fuck yourself down on me.” His fingers pressed against her clit, teasing the bundle of nerves.

Y/N bit her lip as she did as told. Her hips rolled against hers as he watched her pussy engulf his cock. 

“Look at you,” he growled, pushing her head into the mattress before slapping her ass. “So fucking eager for my cock.” 

He pulled out suddenly and grabbed her hips, flipping her over.

“I want to watch your face, baby.” He smirked and settled between her legs. His large hands gripped each thigh, holding them wide as he thrust into her. 

“Jack!” Y/N cried out as she licked her lips, fingers gripping the sheets. “Please!”

Jack leaned down to press his lips against hers in a bruising kiss, dominating her mouth. His legs straightened behind him, their bodies now pressed together as he filled her relentlessly. 

“I’m going to mark you, Y/N.” He mumbled against her lips. “Inside and out. No one but me will ever make you feel this way again. Understand me?”

Y/N nodded, too far gone to voice her agreement as her arms and legs wrapped around him. The walls of her cunt gripped his length, sucking him impossibly deeper. Jack roared as he buried himself inside her, cock swelling before ropes of his cum splashed against her cervix. His teeth bit into the nape of her neck as she cried his name, gushing around him. 

They stayed that way for several minutes, Jack lazily thrusting into her as he placed kisses on her chest, mumbling gently to her. 

“Did so we’ll for me, princess. So good.” He brushed her hair out of her face and cupped her cheek, cock buried inside her once again as he kissed her gently. “You’re mine, Y/N. No one else’s.” 

Y/N nodded, mist filled eyes staring up at him as she nodded; just starting to come back to reality. “You’re Jack. Just like I wanted to be.”

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[erythrum]

𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘖𝘯𝘦

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧,𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦,𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹,𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴,𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.9𝘬 +

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘺/𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦

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The boneyard was a melting pot, pogues, tourons, and kooks unalike all gathering for one of the last kegger's of summer. This mash together of kids from all over Kildare and the mainland always ended in chaos, it was just a matter of time before shit went down tonight.

Rafe had his arm thrown around my shoulders as we walked down the path to the boneyard. I could faintly see Topper and Kelce downing the cups of pogue provided beer. Didn’t matter whether or not the kooks or pogues could get along, as long as it was on the cut and alcohol was provided, the teens could get along for a limited amount of time.

“Hey y/n! What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving for college this week?” It was Sarah who yelled out to me, running up to her brother and I in her floral printed dress. Rafe’s arm dropped to his side as she came with Topper not far behind.

“Oh I just couldn’t miss my last kegger before leaving, Duke can wait on me one more day.” The two of us embraced in one of those hugs that has you shifting your weight from side to side. I guess she didn’t realize I wouldn’t leave for college for another month, but I was sure she was already too drunk for me to explain it to her that she was not thinking of the right month.

As Sarah was hanging onto me probably a little too tight, Topper was giving Rafe one of those looks that said everything but also nothing at the same time. Like prior knowledge had to be known to understand the context. I of course did not, those two always had some stupid shit planned and I can almost guarantee it had to do with messing up the pogues’ little party.

The sun hung low on the horizon after I had finished my third cup, the colors illuminating the sky so brilliantly it felt like a fantasy. I stripped off my top and headed for the water, the pinks and purples of the sky reflected in its crashing waters. It was so cold, the temperature sent shivers up my body and a familiar rush in my energy. Almost waist deep now, I submerged my body completely under the water. It was always how I remembered it, calm and refreshing.

“C’mon Rafe! Don’t be a little bitch and get in there, I see the way you look at her,” Topper spewed, pushing his friend to have a little courage.

“Man what the fuck are you even talking about?” Deny everything Rafe thought.

“Oh come on dude, you’ve been making please love me eyes at her since the sixth grade, and please fuck me eyes at her since the tenth, when are you gonna do something about it for once? You’ve got a month to make a move, or regret it your entire life,” Topper continued his monologue as Rafe tuned him out, too distracted by the girl, his girl, staring out into the Atlantic like it was calling to her.

His heart was pounding as he made a B-line for the water, a light jog, but not so fast someone would think he’s crazy, or just madly in love. He swiftly pulled his polo over and off his head before plunging into the chilly water. Topper clearly knew whatever he'd said had worked.

I heard him before I saw him, Rafe approached and submerged himself just as I had a few minutes before.

“If we get hypothermia I'm sending you my hospital bills.” He laughed, wading around in the shallow water.

“Oh shock! Rafe Cameron threatening his medical bill payments? I never could’ve guessed!” We enjoyed our few minutes of peace before talking again.

“But it’s basically impossible anyways, you get use to it after awhile, maybe it’ll calm your hot-headed ass down,” I giggled and prepared for what always came next. Rafe pickup me up around my waist, lifting me over his shoulder before attempting to sprint as fast as he could deeper into the water. His hands had been wrapped around the back of my knees for a few moments until he threw himself and I down into the deeper water, both of us completely submerged beneath the surface.

The sun was dipping below the horizon now, and the deep blue of the sky was beginning to envelop the boneyard. We had come up for air, and I began splashing him with the water around us, payback for his antics. Theres no way in hell I’d be able to throw him down into the water too, this was the best I could come up with. The two of us were laughing before Rafe grabbed my arms and twisted me around so my back was flesh against his front. I gave up on trying to fight him off. Instead I just rested against him in an attempt to catch my breath.

“Hey Rafe, can we talk about something?” Oh fuck she knows, he thought. This was gonna be it, it’s going to fuck up his entire plan.

“Yeah, uh sure, like here?” He questioned.

“Maybe not here, I think we’ve got as audience,” he knew she was referring to Topper and Kelce, they were watching from the beach.

"The truck then?" I nodded my head, not at all prepared for the favor I needed to ask of him.

The sand stuck to my feet as we headed back to where his truck was, the chilly air wrapping around my body. Rafe opened the backseat door and pulled out a towel for me, always prepared. He pulled the passenger side door and I slid into the seat, the heat of his car pumping through the interior. My heart was pounding, but I wasn’t sure if his was too. We made it about halfway to tannyhill before speaking.

“Soooo,” he said.

“You’re going to think I’m absolutely crazy, Rafe," I laughed in an attempt to hide my nervousness.

"First of all, you're already crazy, and second of all, I'm pretty sure I know exactly what you're going to say," his hands were clenching the steering wheel harder now.

""Oh really? You already knew that I was going to ask you to take my virginity?" I don't know why, but I just blurted it out.

His car came to a screeching halt on the side of the road, lunging me forward as he stared in disbelief at the road infront of him.

"Im sorry, what did you just say?"

"That I want you to take my virginity? V-card? Cherry? Damn Rafe how else am I supposed to say it?"

"And," there was a pause in his voice like he didn't believe me, "your being serious, correct?"

“Correct.”

“And, come again? I need to hear that one more time.”

“Jesus fuck Rafe, I’m being dead serious, I want you to take my virginity, what about that is so hard to explain?” It came out as more of a yell than a scream, he took a long sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He was thinking long and hard, I knew because he always had something to say, and now he wasn’t saying anything at all. It felt like hours had past before he spoke again.

“Why?”

It was my turn for a long sigh.

“Well, I guess I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, and I want to do it, but whenever I think about it in my head the only person I can see doing it with is you. You’re the only person I trust enough with my own body, I mean shit,” I had to think for a long time before admitting what came next.

“Whenever someone, you know like Scarlet or whoever, asks about who I’m interested in or whatever it may be, not a single person ever comes to mind except you, it’s like all I see when I look at you is you, everything else is like blurred around you and whenever I think about who the love of my life will be, I always think of you, not some mystery guy that I haven’t met yet.” I didn’t plan for this to be a full confession on how I feel about him, but here I am spilling everything I’ve been holding in my heart for the last three years.

“And I know that sounds fucking stupid I know, I mean we’re still teenagers for crying out loud, but when I’m with you it always feels like I’m home.” I was nearly crying at this point, struggling to get the words out of my chest that had been waiting for so long. He was listening, deadly quiet, and I had no idea what he was thinking for once in my life.

“You know what? Just forget about it, can you take me home please?” I was definitely crying now, it felt like I’d ripped my own heart to shreds. Theres no way he could ever feel the same way about me, he protected me like I was his own blood, not like he was in love with me. My face was nestled into the sleeve of my hoodie as the tears came out. His hands had moved back to the steering wheel now, gripping onto it so tight I thought it might break. The muscles in his forearms almost looked like they were twitching, but he still had the car in park.

He wanted to just grab her and kiss her right now, the girl he'd been in love with since the sixth grade sitting in his passenger seat, her seat, confessing her feelings to him. Rafe knew it was alot for her to ask, but it meant even more to him everything that she had said after her original question. And there was no way in hell he was going to let her get away again.

Rafe reached his hand over to hold onto her tear stained cheek.

"y/n," The bother of them were breathing heavily.

"I'm in love with you," it slipped from my mouth and he leaned in to kiss me. It felt like I had a wave of electricity coursing through my body. His hand grasping onto my face as he leaned over the center console. My hand reaching for his chest, his lips on mine as we intertwined with one another. It felt like everything in my life was complete, and the tension has been released. His fingers tangled in my hair.

It was over before I realized it, and Rafe was driving me home. My breathing hadn't normalized in any way, it was like I needed to throw up my heart to get the knot out. I couldn't stop thinking about the way his had felt on me, the way his lips felt on mine, the way it felt for once in my life like I was loved.

"i'll think about it," his voice cracked.

I leapt out of his car as fast as I could with tears streaming down my face. Did he feel the same? Did he not? My brain was spinning so fast I barely made it inside my bedroom door before collapsing. I wrapped myself up in the thick comforter, a heart full of ache and a body exhauster with sleep.

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[mercy-burning]

Move This Along

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After months of waiting, Spencer decides he finally wants to have sex with Reader. Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, sex (oral sex- female receiving, virgin!Spence, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie) Word Count: 5.6k

Full Request: “...so a smutty oneshot with like virgin!spencer but im talkling like baby spence. and hes super blushy and cute but then when it happens its rlly raunchy and therws a lot of dirty talk. and like reader doesnt work at the bau but theyre close friends. and like she goes out to a bar with him and the team and they tease him so then she takes him home and literally fucks him after a movie or smth idk...” — @mggscumrag

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NOTE: It took me forever to figure out how I wanted to do this, but once I did, it came out so quickly! I hope it’s to your liking 🥰

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The first time she went out to meet Elle's friends from work, Y/N found herself absolutely nervous, and she wasn't sure why. She was always great with meeting new people, but for some reason, the prospect of meeting her next-door neighbor's co-workers seemed to really do a number on her.

She remembers how anxious she'd been, constantly worrying that they wouldn't like her, not to mention they were all probably super smart and strong and intimidating, just like Elle. Anyone who aided in putting away serial killers, rapists, and other monsters had to be just about the most intimidating personality there ever was.

But as Y/N soon learned, that wasn't quite the case at all.

To be fair, they were all intimidating in their own little ways, though it was really easy to forget about that when she was laughing with them, sharing drinks and stories, and exchanging phone numbers to stay in touch.

That's how she and Spencer had come to be good friends. Despite how obviously shy he was whenever they saw each other, the two of them managed to have conversations on just about everything. It usually happened that he talked and she listened to whatever he was teaching her, but she'd always add on the occasional, "Wow, I didn't know that," or "That's really fascinating." All of which she could tell he was surprised at and appreciated.

And since the first time they met at Elle's birthday party, the night she met the whole team for the first time, they'd been practically inseparable. While Y/N was good friends with the whole team, save for Gideon, who always seemed to like it better by himself, her relationship with Spencer seemed to even surpass the bond she'd built with her neighbor-slash-best friend.

Elle even told her as much one Saturday night, as the two of them were driving to the bar to meet up with everyone for a few drinks.

She'd mentioned it as a joke, but Y/N was instantly apologetic.

Elle only laughed. "Don't apologize. Actually, I think it's good that Reid has another friend outside of work. You're good for him. And you know, I think he has a little crush on you."

Warmth rushed to Y/N's cheeks, and she tried to hide it but failed miserably, causing Elle to give her a knowing smile. "Y—You don't know what you're talking about, Elle, it's not like that."

"Oh come on, it totally is. You give him the light of day when no one else does, he talks about you all the time, and everyone at work knows it."

She paused. "They... do?"

"Of course they do, we're all profilers, but it doesn't take one to see how obsessed that boy is with you. I think you should go for it."

Y/N would have been lying if she said she hadn't thought about asking him out. But in the end she had always figured it was a little weird, being that she was friends with all his and Elle's co-workers and she'd kinda been adopted into their family of sorts. But hearing what her neighbor was saying... She started to think differently about it.

"You really think so?"

Elle nodded. "Absolutely."'

"Okay," she replied with an excited smile. "Maybe I will, then."

A week later and the two of them started dating. Y/N always thinks back to the first few weeks of their relationship, how adorably shy and blush-prone Spencer was, even after they'd been together for some time. They spent almost all their free time together, and it still seemed like he was nervous to be around her. He'd assured her on multiple occasions that that wasn't the case, but Y/N still wondered why he hadn't fully warmed up to being around her.

Especially in public. Oh, in public it was worse. Y/N clung to his arm, and his face immediately got red. What confused her the most, though, was that every time she pulled away to make him more comfortable, he pulled her back in, seemingly desperate to feel her warmth.

In the end she and Spencer had grown to develop their own little communication system for public settings, something to let the other know when something was really wrong, and when to ask if the other was comfortable.

One night everyone was meeting after a rough case somewhere in Denver, and Y/N offered to buy everyone drinks once Spencer had called to tell her they were all back. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to do that, but it had been a while, so everyone was quick to except. Well, mostly everyone— Gideon as per usual went his separate way, and Hotch was eager to get home and see his family.

Y/N was waiting for them at their favorite bar downtown when she heard a loud squeal that sounded a lot like her name. Sure enough, it was easy to spot a very yellow-clad Penelope Garcia headed straight towards her with her arms stretched out for a hug when she turned around. The smile she adorned was instantaneous as her arms came out a well, embracing Penelope with a large hug that almost knocked the wind out of her.

"I missed you!" she exclaimed, still hugging Y/N and swaying them back and forth a little. "I mean, I know I don't ever travel with the team, but because of that we should hang out more."

"Next time I need some company, I know who to call."

Y/N spotted Spencer then, behind Penelope and patiently waiting for a greeting. She smiled at him and whispered, "Hi," to which Penelope must have heard.

She quickly released her from their embrace and stepped out of the way. "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from your boy wonder."

She laughed as she transferred from Penelope's arms to Spencer's. He muttered a little, "Hi," into her hair as she squeezed him and shoved her face into his neck. If she had to bet, he was probably red as a tomato right now with how close her mouth was to his neck—it was his weakness and she knew it. And just to tease him a little bit she quickly kissed up his neck, his jaw, and placed a decent peck on his lips before pulling away and grabbing his hand.

Despite the shy smile and the blush adorning his cheeks, he squeezed her hand tight and kept her at his side like they would die if they weren't touching at all times.

Everyone gave little greetings to Y/N as they all made their way to a large booth near the back. Y/N was sitting on one side with Elle to her right and Spencer to her left, while Derek, Penelope, and JJ sat across from them. Y/N got them all their preferred drinks, and a beer for herself, which Spencer couldn't help but find oddly attractive.

He glanced over at her as she took swigs from the bottle as the night progressed, and for whatever reason the sight made his insides all warm and tingly. And when she used her unoccupied hand to grab his under the table, rubbing gentle circles over the inside of his palm with her thumb, he'd never felt more in love with another person. He wasn't even drinking any alcohol, yet his head swam and his heart soared all the same, every bone in his body humming with euphoria at just the mere thought of her.

He must have been staring a little too obviously, because Derek kicked his leg under the table, pulling him from the lovesick daydream he never wanted to leave.

"I can't tell if those are cute ol' puppy dog eyes or bedroom eyes," Derek laughed, and everyone laughed right alongside him.

"Oh, stop it," Penelope said, swatting his arm. "He's obviously just very in love with her, what more could you need to know?"

"Oh, come on, tell me you're not curious to know how they... operate."

She smacked him harder this time, and everyone laughed.

Knowing her boyfriend didn't really care for the spotlight, especially when it came to their relationship, Y/N squeezed Spencer's hand under the table in reassurance. She drew a question mark in his palm, their signal for, "Are you uncomfortable?" And he responded by drawing an "X" in her palm, their answer for, "No." She laced their fingers together then, and set her beer down.

"Morgan, our sex life isn't any of your business," she stated simply.

Spencer felt his stomach churn at the sentence, if only because said sex life was, as of late, non-existent.

He and Y/N had made out a lot, sure, but the one time they did try having sex, he made it about ten seconds being inside of her before he finished, and since then he'd been kind of embarrassed about it. They only ever made out since then, because before it ever got that far he stopped it, nervous that he'd disappoint her.

And now his non-existent sex life was the topic of conversation, and if anyone picked up on it, he would have felt worse about the whole thing.

So, he didn't stop himself from speaking. "But if you must know, it's great."

Y/N's hand tensed up in his, and she looked over at him, shock marinating in her eyes. To anyone else it would have looked like she was surprised he'd even bring it up, but he knew she was most likely more curious to know why he'd lied about it.

Their friends laughed regardless, Elle adding a curious and joking, "Care to elaborate?"

Ready to change the subject, Spencer shook his head. "Nope."

"Yeah, actually I think we're gonna head out early," Y/N added. Spencer was suddenly worried he'd made her upset, but she rubbed gentle circles into his hand that reassured him everything was okay.

He got out of the booth and Y/N followed, as their friends grumbled.

"Oh, come on, we didn't mean to embarrass you guys," Derek said.

"No, that's not it," Y/N said as she threw on a light jacket. "You just reminded me how much I'd like to operate with my boyfriend since I haven't seen him in a few days, so we're leaving. Have a good night."

Spencer felt searing heat rise to his cheeks as he turned around and ushered Y/N out the door, accompanied by low whistles and claps from their friends.

***

The two of them were sitting on the couch now, Y/N having just set down a couple classes of water.

"Sorry if you wanted to stay," she said quietly, playing with her thumbs. "You know we don't... actually have to operate if you don't want, obviously, I was just looking for something to say..."

"Oh, Y/N, I know. Don't worry about it. Really, I... I was the one who even brought it up, I should have just let you handle it."

She looked up at him with a small smile. "Why.. did you bring it up anyway?"

"Well, I... I guess I just felt embarrassed. And I know what we do together isn't any of their business, but I was just... I really was thinking about how much I love you, and when Morgan brought it up, I felt like I wasn't... living up? To your expectations? I don't..." He sighed, unsure how to properly articulate how he was feeling. "I don't know. I just thought about the last time we tried having sex, and I felt embarrassed about it, that's all."

"Oh, honey," Y/N cooed, scooting closer to him and bringing her hand up to brush some of the hair from his face. "You know, you... don't have anything to prove, right? I know how much you love me, and you don't need to be having sex with me to show me, I hope you know that."

Still, he couldn't bring himself to look at her face. "I do," he choked out, pulling at the hem of his shirt. "I'm... I'm sorry."

Y/N's tongue clicked, and she leaned into him, wrapping one of her arms around his neck and placing the other across his lap. She held him tight and kissed the side of his head. "Don't you ever be sorry, unless you cheat on me. Then there will be something to be sorry about."

He laughed at her joke, turning his head to brush his nose against hers. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered, giving him the lightest of kisses on the lips.

When she pulled away, he leaned in again, kissing her a little harder, and she gladly reciprocated. With every passing second, all of his worries started to melt away like the snow to her sunshine. Within every kiss was an emanation of outpouring love and comfort that warmed his soul and gave him the confidence to try something bold.

His hands threaded through her hair as he drew her in closer, and instinctively, she climbed over his lap, resting her hands on his shoulders as he gently probed her mouth with his tongue. The sound of her sigh as she opened up to him and allowed him to fully explore her mouth with his made his stomach bubble and tense.

This would be about the time where he'd stop, telling Y/N that they should slow down, and she'd sweetly oblige and stay cuddled into his side as they drifted off to sleep.

But tonight he didn't want that.

Tonight he wanted more.

While one of his hands remained in her hair, gently massaging her scalp, the other snaked down to her lower back. He gently slid his fingers under the fabric of her shirt and pressed his palm flat against her, pulling her closer to him with a desperation that both shocked and excited her.

Deciding to test the waters, Y/N rolled her hips, feeling him jump slightly underneath her, followed by a whine that vibrated her mouth and sent a low hum of pressure through her stomach.

Still, she pulled away.

Well... She tried to.

When she pulled her face away from him, Spencer used the hand in her hair to bring her back, tilting his head in the other direction and continuing to kiss her with enough passion for the both of them. And it didn't help that the sound she made when he did it spurred him on. She whimpered loudly into his mouth, and the hand on her back involuntarily slid down to grab her ass.

"Hey," she managed to get out when he pulled away momentarily for air. "Hey, you don't... We don't have to really do this if you don't want. I—I don't want you to think that what happened earlier means we have to have sex."

"Y/N..." His hand gently kneaded her ass, and against her better judgement, she rolled her hips again, sighing out against his lips. "I don't want to put it off any longer... Really, I... I want to. I want to show you how much I love you."

She kissed him softly again, bringing both of her hands up to cradle his face. "You already do. Every day."

She was giving him an out, and Spencer appreciated it. But with the way his insides were practically melting away at her presence, he knew more than anything that this was what he wanted.

"I know," he said. "But if you don't mind, today I'd like to show you a little extra." And then he kissed her deeply again.

Her hands tightened on his face, right before they slid up and through his hair. She gently tugged at it, and he let out one of the most delicious sounds she'd ever heard. For future reference, she relished in that sound, in that feeling, and made a mental note to try it out some more when they got further along in their sexual path.

But tonight, she would let him call the shots. He was finally ready to try it again, and seeing how confident he grew in his touches and kisses when she submitted to him, it was the simplest decision.

So she remained on his lap until he made another move, encouraging him with whimpers and languid rolls of her hips against his. Her hands grew frenzied in his hair when he dipped his hand past the waistband of her jeans and underwear, sticking his fingers in only about a knuckle deep. The warmth of his hands against her bare skin sent shivers down her spine, which she let show by involuntarily grinding down on his lap.

Spencer groaned deeply more than whined this time, his grip on her hands gripping tighter to her backside. He forced himself to remove his mouth from hers long enough to breathe out, "Bedroom. Please."

As much as Y/N didn't want to get off of his lap, she knew that what waited for her in the bedroom would be worth the momentary loss of complete physical contact. So she peeled herself away from her boyfriend, grabbing him by the hand, and lead him to her bedroom.

Once the door was closed, he was on her again, caging her face between his large hands and capturing her lips in another heated kiss. They moved backwards until she hit her back against the door, and the second their movement stopped, Spencer used their standing position to press his full body weight into her, their legs tangling together.

Meanwhile, Y/N was trying to figure out where to put her hands. She wanted to brace them on his chest, but it was pressed tightly against hers. So they wandered over his back, but she couldn't decide whether to place them under his shirt or on his butt. Or maybe she wanted to grip his arms to feel the veins as they strained against his skin from holding her face. The possibilities were quite endless.

So endless that they were even surprising—Spencer noticed her wandering hands and promptly decided to place them where he wanted, which was apparently above her head. He removed his hands from her face and pinned her wrists to the door above her head, and she huffed a breath as he pulled away to speak.

"Is this okay? I wasn't too... too rough?"

The concern swimming in his lust-filled eyes drew a little whimper from her throat as she struggled to find the right words. But finally, she settled on, "That was so fucking hot..."

Relief flashed over his gaze right before he grinned. His fingers flexed against her wrists, and even though she couldn't see them, she could imagine how it looked. And it really was fucking hot.

Seeing the expression on her face, Spencer leaned forward again and kissed her one last time. Their lips moved together hungrily, dancing in perfect synchronization, the music being the frantic beating of their hearts.

And then he started to trail his kisses down her jaw and neck, keeping her hands firmly pinned to the door. Usually she was the one to explore his neck with her tongue and teeth, but this time he wanted to try it for himself. Mirroring what he'd felt her do to him hundreds of times over, he soaked in every single sound she made, from the little whimpers of pleasure to the soft, choked whispers of his name dancing over her lips. And when her hips canted forward, searching for any kind of friction, he decided to grant it to her.

As his kisses moved down along her collarbone, his hands gently slid down with him, over her arms and then down to the bottom of her shirt as he kneeled in front of her. He lifted the shirt slowly, each new inch of exposed skin being met with soft kisses until it reached her breasts. He reached up to palm them over her bra while he trailed his kisses downward again.

Even though she was wearing jeans, he pressed kisses to her legs anyway. She squirmed under his touch, and the feeling made his heart soar.

"Please, Spence," she huffed, bringing her hands down to lay overtop of his. She felt the tendons and veins in his hands as they squeezed her, and with everything she had, she tried not to beg him to use them in more interesting places. She wanted to let him take his time, to be a vessel for his exploration, but it was growing harder every second to be patient.

Thankfully he seemed to get what she was feeling, because his hands slid out from under her shirt and rested at her jeans. "Can I take these off?"

The fact that he even asked when she so clearly begged him to do it made her heart swell. "Please do," she chuckled, though it turned into a choked sigh when his fingers actually started undoing the button. And at the sound of her zipper going down, she could have come undone right there.

He pulled her jeans down slowly and helped her step out of them. And she thought maybe he'd take the next step and do the same with her underwear, but he opted to use his mouth instead.

With gentle kisses, he traced the hem of the fabric all the way to either side of her waist. And then he looked up at her with curious eyes and shifted his face, pressing his nose right up against where her clit would be. Her hands immediately went to his hair, but he grabbed her wrists again and laid them at her sides. "Do you want me to move this along?" His voice wasn't teasing as much as it was genuine curiosity.

Still, Y/N resisted the urge to tell him yes. "I—I want you to do whatever feels right. Tonight's... about you. What you want."

"Well, what I want is to make you feel good. So, again... Do you want me to move this along?"

Every time his lips moved, they brushed up against where she desperately wanted him. And it was killing her. So, she nodded vigorously. "Yes, please," she whispered.

And with that, Spencer released her hands and used his fingers to gently rub her over the fabric. The contact made her shiver visibly, and he took that as a good sign. So he wasted no more time and replaced his fingers with his tongue, fluttering his eyes closed at the taste of her. And he knew that once the thin fabric was gone it would be stronger, but even then he was thoroughly wrecked.

He kept lapping his tongue over her, feeling her panties get wetter with ever second, and he only finally removed them when she started grinding her hips closer to his face, desperate for more.

When he did finally bring his tongue to fully taste her for the first time, they both let out the filthiest sounds, months and months of build-up starting to come to a head. He tasted her like he would an ice cream cone, and for the first few moments his eyes remained closed, all his focus on this brand new sensation. But he wanted nothing more than to see her react to him. So he opened his eyes and continued his ministrations, pupils blowing wide at the sight of her above him.

She was panting, her mouth hung open and her tongue just barely peeking out over her bottom lip. Her eyes remained shut, though Spencer could tell she was struggling to open them. With a tentative flick of his tongue over her clit, he took notice of the little gasp she made, and he knew he'd found it. So he repeated his action, providing small kitten licks to her clit as she picked up her breathing and clenched her hands at her sides.

He picked up the pace then, taking note of every little thing that made her cry out or jump with pleasure until she was clutching his hair. He was sucking on her clit now, his middle finger gently sliding in and out of her when she spoke.

"Oh, fuck, keep doing that. I'm... I'm almost..."

He felt her tighten around his finger as she started careening off the edge, and he did his best to keep his eyes on her face, because it had practically been haunting him, wondering what it would be like to see her come undone at his mercy.

To say it was better than he could have ever dreamed was a severe understatement.

Y/N's head leaned back against the door, her chin jutted out so he could see the beautiful contours of her chin and neck. He saw her throat contract as she moaned out his name, saw her chest heave as she struggled to catch her breath, and best of all, he felt her flutter around his finger and mouth. And if that was high inducing, he couldn't wait to feel wat it would be like to replace them with something else.

The mere thought had him trembling.

He pulled back when she huffed out an over-stimulated, "Okay, please, please stop, oh..."

Though it could just as easily have been a painful sentiment, the hungry, dazed look in her eye suggested otherwise.

Spencer stood up and brought his finger to his mouth, still caught up in her taste before she ripped his wrist away and kissed him, threading her fingers through his hair and moaning into his mouth.

Before he could get lost in it, though, she pulled away and nodded. "Okay. I think you're wearing too many clothes."

He tilted his head down in a little flush, and with the help of Y/N, his shirt peeled away from his body and joined her pants and underwear on the floor.

Y/N mirrored his actions, kissing gently down his jaw, neck, and then down his torso. Her hands wandered his bare back as she sunk to her knees. But when her hands moved to his belt, he stopped her.

"W—wait."

She peeled her hands away and looked up at him. "Are you okay? Do you want to slow down?"

He visibly swallowed, and she could read that look on his face that he got whenever he was embarrassed to tell her something. "N—no, I... I want... the opposite, actually."

"I don't follow..."

"Well, I know that... if you return the favor, I won't last very long, a—and I... I don't want to wait anymore."

Y/N smiled, standing again and bringing her hands to rest on his shoulders. "So you're saying you... want me to move this along?"

Spencer smiled at her recollection of his words. "Yes, please."

They travelled to the bed then, Y/N taking off her shirt and bra when they got there, and leaving her completely bare to him. She sat down and reached for his belt, looking up at him as he stood.

"I'm clean and on birth control, do you still want to use a condom? I have some in my table drawer."

He thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. "As long as you're sure."

Y/N undid his belt quickly and threw it to the side, making work of his button and zipper with a smile. "Oh I'm so sure..."

The way she said it made his dick twitch, images running through his mind of how it would look seeing her filled and dripping with—

Her hand was palming him through his underwear now, and it was all he could think about. He had already been hard before, but now it was tilting on the precipice of painful pleasure. So he stopped her, taking a deep breath.

"Lay down?"

"However you want me," Y/N answered, positioning herself on the bed so she was leaning back, her head nicely laid out on the pillows.

Spencer swallowed and removed his underwear before climbing on the bed and kneeling over her. Her legs were already wide, feet flat on either side of him as he positioned himself and got ready.

She reached out and gently grabbed his forearm, a gentle smile on her face. "You ready?"

"Mhm," he answered with a curt nod, bringing himself forward to run the head of his dick through her wetness. They both sighed at the feeling, and Spencer knew he was in trouble.

It was finally happening, he was getting another chance to have sex with her, and if he didn't last long again, he was going to—

"I love you," Y/N said reassuringly, rubbing circles into the hand that rested on the inside of her thigh.

He looked into her eyes and saw that love radiating from them. It warmed his insides and gave him the confidence he needed to finally, slowly push into her as he whispered, "I love you, too."

Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he let out a large breath, leaning down to brace his arms on either side of her head. The pressure of her clenched around him was overwhelming in the best way possible, and he never wanted to move.

But he had to.

She stroked his hair, pressing soft kisses all over his face, and whispered, "I love you."

With those three words, Spencer had the courage to pull back and then forward again, testing the waters and more accurately, his limits. He picked up a slow pace that burned him from the inside out, every muscle and vein in his body on fire with the knowledge that he was finally, properly making love to the woman he was pretty sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

But he was holding back. Y/N could tell. He glided through her with ease, sure, but his eyes were squeezed shut like he was concentrating, like he was pacing himself and trying to hold on to this feeling.

She moved her hands down to his back and lightly ran her fingernails over the skin, feeling him tremble under her touch.

"You feel so good, Spence," she whispered. "So perfect for me..."

The words made his hips stutter just a little, and Y/N knew then what the hesitation was.

He wanted to go faster.

So she moved her fingers lower, cupping his ass and scratching featherlight circles into the skin as she moaned. "You like when I talk to you, baby? Does hearing my voice help you out?"

Spencer choked out a groan as he opened his eyes and saw how feral she looked. Her pupils were blown wide, her mouth was pouted cutely, and she smiled as soon as she saw him bite his lip.

"You wanna go faster?" she cooed, digging her fingernails a little harder into the flesh of his ass. "Hmm?"

"F—fuck, Y/N... I..."

"You fuck me however you need to, baby. Don't hold back. Just let it all out."

He groaned out then, his hips picking up speed. She felt the relief and the tension rolling off his body as he finally gave into his urges, and it was just about the sexiest thing she'd ever witnessed.

"That's it, baby... Don't stop... Give it to me, let me feel you..."

He leaned down and kissed her then, pumping into her harder and harder with every second. She moaned out against his mouth, swallowing all his breaths and grunts. Meanwhile her fingers gripped his ass harder, relishing in the feeling of his muscles as they aided in fucking her.

His mouth pulled away as he shoved his face into her neck, and she sighed. "You're doing so good, baby. Fuck... " His hips kept moving, and she clenched around him hard, hoping to gauge his reaction.

Sure enough, he groaned against her neck and canted his hips harder. Every thrust forward now was so deep he hit her g-spot, and the sensation made her sigh with a smile. "That's fucking right, baby... Just like that, don't stop, don't stop. You fe—el so... ohhh."

Her words lit this fire in him that was impossible to put out. His body was hers for the taking, and so he'd give her everything he had. Which is why he picked up the pace and fucked into her as hard as he could, dangerously close to finishing.

"Fuck, Spence, I'm gonna... —na..."

Y/n's moans turned into a quiet scream as she came, clenching tightly around his dick and digging her fingernails into his ass. Her eyes squeezed shut with the swirling patterns of fireworks exploding behind them, meanwhile he twitched inside of her and lost it at last. As she came down, she helped him hold himself there, deep inside her as his cum spilled over in warm increments. They both moaned out at the feeling, all their tension easing and dissipating.

By the end, all that was left between the both of them was a thin sheen of sweat and murmured promises of "I love you."

They could have fallen asleep right there. Y/N's hands slid up his backside, over his arms, and then to the back of his head, combing gently through his disheveled hair as he pressed loving kisses to the patch of skin where her neck met her collarbone. He was still inside her, unwilling to leave the warmth she provided, and she did nothing to object.

"How are you feeling?" she finally asked, opening her eyes.

Spencer tilted his head up to look at her, his heart once again swelling at the adoring look in her eyes. "I'm great."

She laughed, and he laughed with her. And they were silent for a few moments before he spoke again.

"So, uh... What we just did is what we're counting as our real first time together, right? Like, the other time doesn't count?"

Y/N laughed again, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "If you want to count this as our first time, then yes. I'd be more than happy to agree with you."

"Good. This was much better."

Even though she would never hold their first first time together against him, she was inclined to agree.

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[timothy-chamlet]

the afterparty - t.c. fanfic

pair: timmy x female reader

warnings: unprotected sex, general smut

word count: 2.6k (2640)

a//n: ok er ive never written for timmy before so im nervous snsvsj but if you read it tell me what u think !! <3

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people often thought the two of you were dating. paparazzi tended to make it look that way through press. despite all the candid photos of you and timothée plastered in magazine spreads and floating around on blogs, he would tell people you weren't together. interviewers would ask, and time again he would put an end to the rumor by saying you weren't dating, you were just friends. 

to be fair, you honestly couldn't even be mad at him. it was a good marketing tactic, at least. if all the girls knew he was single they'd still be invested in the persona of a young, attractive starlet that - despite his more than desirable qualities - is still single. genius. meanwhile you were being his best friend and his trophy for award shows. 

it was growing on you though. you enjoyed walking red carpet events and going to extravagant parties and meeting big names in the industry. it was really a win-win for both of you. 

another one of those win-win situations was tonight. the past three days had been crazy. hair appointments, nail appointments, dress fittings, photoshoots, brunches, and dinners. running each new day on an hour of sleep - maybe two if you were lucky. fueled by energy drinks and the promise of rest after the event. showing up to an awards ceremony on nothing more than a 20 minute nap and a double shot espresso. being timothée's showpiece was exhausting. but it was good for you. 

you had just finished your last consultation for dress fittings and were on your way to your styling appointment. the dress would arrive shortly after you so everything was ready to go. things were set for timothée to meet you there in an hour or so, after his own styling. 

currently you're getting your makeup done. a swarm of professionals all around you, handing products, giving directions, telling you how gorgeous you look, at least three hands on you at all times. after almost an hour all the disembodied hands move from your face to reveal the *almost* finished product. you still need your hair done, but your face was flawless. your skin was insanely smooth; not a pore in sight, your lids were a bronze shade, and your lips were a perfect nude. 

a hair stylist soon steps into view, also admiring your makeup before diving into your hair. it was simple. a slicked back ponytail is all, careful not to draw away from your face and your dress. 

the strong aroma of hairspray clouds you as you maneuver to step into your dress. stripped of your previous clothes, you step into your dress and a couple people help you pull it up. the woman attending to the supper in the back steps away for a moment, seeming to answer a question. 

"what's his name?" she asks into her ear piece. "uh yes. she's in here with me. send him in."  

she returns behind you and does up the zipper to your dress. to your surprise, you see timothée waltz in the room. dressed in a charcoal gray suit with a light lavender button up underneath. "y/n," he exhales, walking towards you. "you look breathtaking, ma chérie." 

"you don't look too bad yourself, timmy," you say, stepping down from your pedestal to be almost eye level with him.

"is she done here?" he asks everyone around without taking his eyes off you. 

one of the women there swoops in with a pair of shoes and says, "slip in to these and you're ready to go, darling." 

you step into your shoes and link arms with timothée. "carriage awaits," he says as the two of you get escorted to the limo. 

once inside you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding. "you okay?" he asks from beside you. 

"yeah, just.. tired." 

he chuckles and drops his head. "absolutely exhausted." you two had similarly scheduled days so he knows exactly how you feel. "don't worry, mon amour, i'll have you home in about 8 hours." 

"i thought the awards show was only 4-" 

"there's always the afterparty.." 

you audibly groan and drop your head as timothée places a reassuring hand on your knee. 

"we're here," he says with fake enthusiasm as the limo pulls up to the event. the past 45 minutes felt like hours as your head began to pound from the lack of sleep. yet, lucky you, 45 minutes in l.a. traffic was a miracle. 

the two of you step out into the scene. flashing lights from camera flickers, the general buzz of the crowd, people you knew trying to get your attention, people timothée knew trying to get his attention. being the kind person he is, he doesn't shy away from fans calling his name. he walks over to give high fives, say hi, sign things, and really interact with the people that are so invested in his career. you look at him with a fond smile on your face as he greets  people.  

"timothéeeee," you both hear and turn around to match the loud booming voice to a face. 

"armieee!!" he yells in response, hurrying over to hug his co-star. 

you stand idly by as the two hug and catch up. fiddling with your ponytail and the skirt of your dress. until that same voice catches your attention. 

"bring it in hot stuff!" 

"hey, armie! how've you been, handsome?" you two had only met a handful of times, but it's like your souls clicked instantly. he had kept in touch since the first time you met and you guys had been pretty close ever since. 

"oh i’m doing great. really. just excited for this evening. can't wait to see how many awards lil' tim brings in," armie ends with a light laugh before timothée chimes in. 

"oh god no-" 

a cheery voice interrupts the conversation. 

"helloooo," armie's wife says in a sing-song voice and joins his side. "nice to see you again, y/n. and congrats timmy on your nominations." 

you and timothée nod in response and utter small, nervous 'thank you's' before armie excuses the two of them, promising to catch up later. 

"well, well, well- this is it, timmy." you say from your seat next to him. the host reads the nominees for best breakthrough of the year, and timothée's name is mixed in with so many other talented actors. he nervously puts his hand over yours. "you are absolutely amazing. everyone knows that. you're gonna get it." he looks at you and you pass him a reassuring smile. 

"and the award for best breakthrough goes to… timothée chalamet!" 

his head shoots up in shock. cameras pan around him and his baffled expression appears on huge screens behind the stage. he slowly stands from his seat and makes his way to the stage. making a beautiful speech, thanking almost everyone he's ever known. giving gratitude to everyone he's ever worked with, his parents, and his best friends. he comes off the stage and returns to his seat beside you. a year runs down his cheek, and you move to wipe it away, but he grabs your hand away from his cheek only to press his lips to your knuckles. "thank you for always believing in me." 

"you're an amazing actor and an even better friend. 

the night was nearing an end. people were saying their goodbyes and their 'see-you-soon's and going their separate ways. you and timothée walk out of the event, arms linked, with his hands tightly gripping his award. the smile never leaves his face. "i can't fucking believe that, y/n."

"you did it, timmy! all you and your hard work. lemme pick a nice spot on your shelf for it yeah?" 

"i was thinking about sitting it on my dresser right above the drawer full of your shit you keep leaving at my house," he says with a barely visible smirk. 

"oh, well if it's such a problem," you begin "i guess I'll just have to come get my 'shit' then?" you finish sarcastically. 

"oh! how dare you?" he begins to shout, going on a tirade similar to that of hamlet; overly dramatic and mostly nonsensical. "leave them be! small, small remnants; reminders of thee." he trails off softly, dropping his head to your shoulder and bringing his other hand up to trail his fingertips down the side of your face. 

you can't help but chuckle at this. "bravo timothée! amazing performance." 

he straightens up before taking a bow and returning to his previous position on your shoulder. "do you wanna skip the afterparty?" 

"and do what, tim? i thought you were gonna catch up with armie?" 

"i dunno- go to my place?" 

you nod your head, and timothée let's the driver know to just go to his house. 

you get out of the car in front of his apartment, quickly thank the driver, and dash inside; excited to remove the day. "can i shower?" you ask quickly already making your way upstairs.

"oui, mon trèsor, make yourself at home. ill be up in a while." it was almost as if he had it scripted. a routine more or less. you'd ask to shower - despite him telling you almost each time you never had to ask - and go up stairs to do so; him trailing along about an hour later behind you. 

you finish your shower earlier than planned so you decide to lay on his bed until he comes up. you let your freshly washed body relish in the textures of the cotton t-shirt and shorts you're wearing and the damp-cool feel of the comforter on his bed. 

you're not left alone for long before he darts up the stairs and into his room, catching your attention. you watch as he walks around, dropping various articles of his clothing haphazardly on his floor. left in only his boxers. 

"timmy?" you ask in a drawn out voice. 

"hm?" he asks lowly in response; his eyes trained on you. you don't respond to his muffled question and instead watch as he comes to lean over the foot of the bed, by your legs. "i've been thinking," he continues, "a lot recently. about us.." 

"us?-" 

"about what the media thinks we are. what the people say. the blog posts, the tweets. i read it all… what do you think about it, y/n?" he ends with a light sigh, making drawing light swirls on your leg. 

"i dunno really. i've never thought much about it," you say sitting up. 

he moves up from his place in front of the bed, crawling up to sit to the right of your legs. knees drawn up to his chest, eyes meeting yours. he raises his hand so his fingertips ghost the curve of your cheek. "you never think about.. the possibility of us?" he pauses as his eyes drift from yours. hands falling to his lap as he scoots even closer to you. you sit stunned, not knowing how to answer as if it was some rhetoric instead of a simple question. filling the silence, he continues. "i think about how different things would be if we were together. what it would be like to hold you and kiss you and- can i kiss you?" 

his voice wavers as his eyes meet yours yet again. with quick movements, he moves to straddle your legs, both hands resting lightly on either side of your face. 

"can i kiss you?" he asks again, his face millimeters from yours. 

you shake your head yes as your eyes fluttering closed, your lips brushing against his as you move. 

he plants his lips firmly on yours. innocent at first, but the kiss quickly gets deeper. more desperate, his hands moving from the sides of your face to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back giving him access to your neck. his lips dance around the skin of your neck, being careful not to leave any marks. “is this okay?” he whispers, dragging his hands from your hair to the hem of your shirt. 

you nod your head vigorously and he pulls your shirt up and over your head, throwing it to the floor with his clothes. you lean back and give timothee free reign of your chest and stomach. he makes his way from your neck down and across your chest. your hands rush to knot in his hair as he takes a nipple in his mouth, carefully flicking his tongue across the hardening bud before doing the same to the other. 

"timmy.." you breathe out as he leaves your chest and explores lower. his eyes meet yours as his teeth come into contact with the flimsy waistband of your sleep shorts. "please," you whisper. 

he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down your legs; eyes going wide when he sees you have nothing underneath. 

"so pretty," he whispers almost to himself as he throws your shorts in his floor with the rest of your guys' clothes. he runs his finger along your slit, collecting some of your wetness, tasting it. laying back down with your legs over his shoulders, he hooks his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. he runs his tongue along your folds and you arch your back in response. he sucks on your clit making you squirm and tangle your fingers tighter in his hair, pushing against his face, eager for more. 

"tim-... timmy," you beg.

timothée kisses his way back up your body. "hm?" he hums softly beside your ear only for you to utter another weak 'please' in response. 

"please… please what, mon amour?" 

"baise moi.." you didn't know much french. you had picked up on a few of timothée's most used phrases, but this you hadn't learned from him, so it caught him off-guard. stuck in a moment of shock. hearing you say something so dirty in french felt so strangely intimate; you didn't have to ask him twice. 

he slips his boxers, finally accompanying you in nakedness, and slips into you, moaning at the feeling of you around him. 

"fuck.. timmy-" you groan as he picks up his pace. he coos sweet nothings into your ear while drilling into your core. 

his head drops to your chest and the soft, sweet praises slowly turn into obscenities. "merde," he groans, picking up his pace even more. holding himself at arms length above you, he throws his head back; lips parted in pure bliss. 

you lift one of your hands to trail down timothée's torso. you lazily drag your fingertips across his chest and down to his stomach. the pleasure building inside you, your hand finds its way to your clit. “timmy... fuck! ple- please don’t stop. fuuuuuck!” 

“défaire pour moi, y/n.” you didn’t think french could ever drive you to orgasm, but when it came from timothé anything was possible. you convulse around him as your wave of pleasure washes over you. timothée reaching his own peak soon after, pulling out and emptying on your stomach. he quickly finds something to clean you up with before plopping down on the bed beside you. many silent moments pass - nothing but heavy breaths leaving either of you - before he speaks up. “you know,” he begins in a soft whisper, “i felt bad- like i was using you. just to go to events with me. i know you don’t really like them but-” 

you cut him off and turn to face him. “i might hate going to those award shows, but they’re a little less bad with you around.” 

he breaks into a wide smile and pulls you closer, putting his head on your stomach. "mon amour, je t'ai toujours aimé." you reach down to play with his curls and begin to drift off on your way to sleep.