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FILL IN WITH DETAILS ABOUT YOUR MUSE AS IF THEY WERE A CHARACTER IN A DATING SIM.
NAME: Holland Cassius May.
PROFESSION: Booking agent.
WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND: The player can initially find Holland at the nightclub and bar when there's live entertainment, scouting for new talent, or running at the local gym. As his affection for the player grows, the likelihood of random encounters outside his programmed locations increases; he begins showing up wherever the player goes.
FAVORITE FOOD TYPE: Las Vegas-style buffets and steakhouses with exotic cuts of meat.
FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK(S): Espresso martini and sazerac.
WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE: During early dates the player and Holland will go sightseeing around the city, go for drinks, and dance. Intermediate dates, the player will be invited as a +1 to a red carpet premiere for one of his clients, and join him at his annual rager house party. Advanced dates, the player and Holland enjoy more privacy and intimacy â romantic home-cooked dinners, serenades, spending the night.
IDEAL GIFT: Eclectic jewelry, occult artifacts, personal mementos belonging to the player such as jackets, hair ties, scarves, etc.
HOW MANY DATES BEFORE THEY KISS: If the player utilizes a conventional technique to earn his favor (i.e. flattering dialogue options, gifts he likes, etc.), the first kiss can be achieved in three dates, but his level of affection towards the player plateaus as he grows bored. If the player takes a more hostile approach, it maxes out Hollandâs affection quickly, and the option to have their first kiss appears from the fifth date onwards, to be selected at the playerâs discretion. The only way to max out his affection and therefore complete his storyline is by taking the hostile approach, whether the player begins with it or switches to it later in the game. There is a 50/50 chance he will eat the player when they accept his kiss after maxing out his affection.
TAGGED BY: @alonggoodbye â ty bb! TAGGING: If you read all of this then you absolutely contractually have to tell me how to woo your chara, it's only fair!
#DASHBOARD GAMES.#holly sees your dating sim and raises you eldritch hot/line mi/ami uwu#ppl on the discussion boards like 'is my game corrupted bc i've rebuffed this guy 1000 times and he's holding a boombox outside my window'#it's a feature not a bug babes#hatefuck simulator
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The weird noise I was talking about! It's kind of in between a groan and a low scream? Very animal but doesn't sound like any of the animals we know (imo).
It seems to be the loudest in northern Bahari but I do hear it in the south. I think it's originating from the north but so loud that you can hear it in the south? Which for me, is further proof that it's either a bug or a new sound because none of the animals or gatherables are that loud. I was running around for a while and I heard quieter bits of it off and on but I wasn't able to pinpoint exactly where the noise was loudest.
At first I thought it was connected to the disco deer because every time I heard it someone was hunting one, but I'm not sure about that. It really doesn't sound like it. And in in the same recording, I hunted one, got super close, and didn't hear this noise at all. And again, none of the animals are so loud that you can hear them across the map (even the disco deer's magical swish isn't that loud).
I'm not sure!! It could def be a bug but it doesn't sound like any of the other sounds in the game. Even if one sound was being somehow being amplified, we'd at least recognize it and it would happen more often. The animals are constantly making little noises while this one has clear breaks in between that last minutes. I'm not sure if there's a consistent pattern... But my point is, it sounds different and new and not like anything I've ever heard in Bahari. Considering they just released news about the elderwoods.... perhaps........ a cheeky spoiler......... (cope)
#elderwoods beast my tentative beloved......#does anyone know what it is!! any theories!! bug or feature!!!#AAGGGGHHHHHH#im gonna be kinda bummed if it is just a bug aljgd#i feel like hearing loud mysterious animal noises would be an Amazing way to get people amped for the the elderwoods#one of the npcs is like 'bro have you been hearing the loud noises from the elderwoods... something must be happening'#taylin... taylin if you can hear me...... im coming for you babe !!!!!!#especially if youre the beast !!!!!!!!!!!#palia
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03.10.24 Pretty in Pink âš
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bug trouble (Straw Hats + Ace, Law, Kaku)
featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Kaku x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader
summary - you ask them to remove a spider because you are afraid.
warnings - none
a/n - im approaching 1k followers, so as a thank you to all of you, whom i greatly appreciate â€, please let me know what you think i should do as a special event!
ZORO
Zoro is woken up from yet another attempted nap by the sound of two very familiar screams. He groans, already knowing what that entails, but forces himself up anyway because one of those screams came from you.
Sure enough, when he walks into the dining area he sees you and Usopp on top of the table, holding onto each other and shaking as you cried. This earned another sigh from the swordsman, who almost didn't want to ask what was going on.
You didn't give him a choice, wailing, "There's a spider on the floor!"
Zoro heaved another sigh. If it was just Usopp, he'd have left him on his own until one of the other crewmembers took pity on him. But it was you as well, and he promised to protect you, so...
"Where is it?"
"There!" Usopp pointed.
"Where?"
"Turn around!"
He turned to the left.
"No, completely around!"
He did a 180, ending up facing the right now.
"Zoro!" You cried. "Take this seriously!"
"I am! But I don't see it!"
You opened your mouth to say something, but stopped short when the massive bug climbed onto the kitchen table with you and the sharpshooter. Usopp promptly fainted, and you screamed and fell off the table.
Now catching sight of the spider, Zoro stalked over and just casually impaled it with one of his swords, before going outside and dropping it into the ocean. When he returned, you got up happily like nothing had happened and ran over to hug him, squeezing him in your arms.
"Thank you!!" You beamed, kissing his cheek before rejoining Usopp and continuing whatever conversation you'd been having with him before the spider came.
"No," Zoro grabbed your wrist and pulled you away, "For that, you have to nap with me."
"You say that like it's a punishment," you laughed.
He did not let you go for the rest of the day.
ACE
Truth be told, there were a lot of people aboard the Moby Dick that you could ask to get rid of the spider. Literally anyone passing by. But your predicament right now needed Ace specifically, because you were hiding in your bathroom with nothing on but a towel wrapped around your figure.
Someone had heard your cry for Ace and retrieved your boyfriend, who raced to your room when he heard you needed him. He burst into your shared room with misplaced enthusiasm, thinking of a completely different need.
"Ace?" You called, and you sounded like you were scared.
"Baby? What's wrong?" He asked worriedly, rushing over to the door. "Are you okay?"
"No!" You cried, "There's a spider in the room!"
"Huh? A spider?" He repeated, then saw something crawl across the floor. "Babe that thing is huge! You're on your own."
"ACE!" You yelled. "I swear to-"
"Relax, I was kidding," he laughed. "I'll handle it baby. Sit tight."
You had no idea what he did with it, hopefully he threw it overboard, but you opened the bathroom door just a sliver to take a peek. Ace was just coming back into the room, and you watched him approach the door.
"Okay, you can come out now baby," he cooed. "It's gone."
You sighed in relief and opened the door completely, wrapping your boyfriend up in the tightest hug you'd ever given him. Your towel slipped, but you didn't care.
"It was so big," you complained into his neck. "My hero."
He puffed his chest out proudly, engulfing you in his strong arms, "Anything for my pretty baby. But I think I deserve some kisses."
"I think so too," you smiled when you pulled back, then proceeded to pepper kisses all over his face, ending with a deep, slow and loving kiss on his lips.
SANJI
The moment your scream rang out through the ship, the cook dropped whatever he had been doing to rush to your aid. He was panicked himself upon hearing your cry for help, wondering what had gotten to you while everyone was busy. When he burst into your room, you were on your bed, curled up in the furthest corner against the wall.
"My love, what happened?" Sanji asked you worriedly, coming closer. "Are you hurt?"
"No. Just scared," you told him, trembling slightly.
"Why are you scared? Is there something in your room?" But even as he asked that question, he scanned your room and couldn't find what might have gotten this reaction out of you.
"There's a spider on the wall behind you," you offered weakly.
Your boyfriend turned around to see what must have been the biggest spider he had ever encountered. Now he understood your reaction. He, too, trembled in fear at the sight. But he was your boyfriend, he needed to protect you.
"Sanjiiiiii!" You whined when he just stood there. "It's moving!"
"Have no fear my love, I will take care of it!"
And then he ran out of the room. Leaving you to cry, terrified by the fact that now your boyfriend had abandoned you. Stupid, huge spider.
Sanji came running back in moments later, however, holding a pan. You gape at him, wondering how that was supposed to help, before he threw it at the massive eight-legged creature. This only pissed it off, and it started moving. Sanji screamed, grabbed you and sprinted out of the room again.
"Sanji!"
"I have a plan b!"
His plan b was, in fact, Nami. She had to go in and remove the spider, and Sanji felt terrible. He failed you as a boyfriend.
"Thanks for at least trying," you laughed when you finally calmed down, kissing his cheek. "It was pretty brave of you, considering you're also afraid of them."
His eyes bugged out of his head, heart-shaped, "Anything for you, my love!"
LUFFY
When Luffy heard you crying for his help he thought that you were being attacked. He rushed to help you, because you never cried for help like that unless you were truly terrified. And when he got to where you were, in the bathroom, he stopped dead when he saw you in the corner with your towel around your body, staring at something in the sink.
"(Name), what's wrong?" He asked you, confused. He didn't see an immediate threat.
"Look in the sink," you answered, voice shaky.
Your captain approached the sink, his eyes going wide when he spotted the spider, "Oooh, cool!"
"Luffy!" You cried. "Get it out of here!"
"But why?" He turned to look at you. "It can't hurt you."
"Luffy please!" You squealed, curling up into yourself and hiding your face. "You know I hate spiders!"
He pouted, not seeing the problem, but since you were so bothered by it he picked up the spider like it was nothing, and turned to you. You screamed and fainted on the spot, and Luffy panicked. He ran out and threw the spider overboard before running back to you.
"(Name)!" He picked you up and shook you, thinking that would wake you up.
You did wake up, but not when he shook you. He had taken you to Chopper, towel and all, and you screeched as you sat up and covered yourself, "Luffy!"
"(Name)!" He grinned, "You're awake!"
"You brought me here in my towel?!"
"I was worried!" He answered. "Besides, Chopper didn't look. He told me you just fainted and would wake up soon."
"You showed me a spider," you shivered. "Of course I fainted."
"I'm sorry," he apologised sincerely. "I won't do it again."
"You better not."
LAW
You try to keep your terror to yourself, not wanting to bother or irritate Law. He was busy, so you figured you had to do this yourself. It was absolutely horrifying, sitting on the table and staring at the eight-legged creature you would eventually have to remove.
Bepo was your saving grace, or at least you thought so until he also got scared and quickly left the room. Fortunately, he ran into Law who was looking for you, and told the captain that a spider was holding you hostage.
"A...spider," Law repeated incredulously, then sighed and made his way to the room you were stuck in. "Where is it?"
You were too busy trying to throw your shoes at it that you hadn't noticed Law enter. He frowned when he saw your eyes glistening and your form trembling.
"(Name)-ya."
You finally looked up, sighing in relief when you saw him, "Please help me, Law."
You sounded so terrified, that your boyfriend found it difficult to be annoyed. You didn't have to be afraid, you shouldn't be, not when you have him around. So, worried that you might pass out from fear, he just room, shambled it into the ocean, a shell taking its place on the floor.
You finally breathed, relaxing as you got off the table, "Thank you, Law. I'm sorry for disturbing you."
He came over to you and, in a rare display of affection, hugged you and kissed the top of your head. He said nothing, but his actions comforted you and you slowly calmed down.
And in that moment you knew he would always be there to help you, regardless of what he was doing. That proved his love, better than words ever could.
KAKU
Kaku returned home to find you were not in the kitchen like you usually were, ready to greet him with dinner and a kiss. In fact, dinner hadn't even been started, and this struck Kaku as extremely odd. Cautiously, he made his way upstairs only to hear things being thrown around and multiple crashes and thuds.
He burst into the room thinking you were under attack, only to see you running around room crying and tossing things over your shoulder. He couldn't see anything wrong, until he looked down and noticed a massive spider following you.
"Kaku!" You sobbed in relief when you spotted him. "Can you please get rid of this demon?"
He chuckled at your name for it, "Of course, sweetheart."
Your eyes almost bugged out of your head as he, with absolutely no hesitance, bent down and grabbed the spider by its legs. He stood up with it and you yelped and tumbled backwards onto your bed as he took the eight-legged creature outside.
"Is that better?" He smiled at you sweetly when he returned.
"Much," you smiled back, relaxing again, "Thank you, baby." You got up and walked over to him, kissing him sweetly. "Now let me go make you the biggest, best dinner you've ever had."
"I'll help," he offered, ever the sweetheart.
"No, no, no," you shook your head, taking his hand and leading him downstairs. "My hero gets to sit there and look handsome."
He chuckled again, his cheeks going pink at the praise.
USOPP
This guy...is on the table with you. Seriously, when you screamed and he came running, he took one look at the floor before he jumped so high that he ended up with you on the table. He was shivering and shaking more than you were, and you gave him an 'are you kidding me' look.
"Hey! Those things are freaky!" He defended himself.
You rolled your eyes, "Okay, but now who's going to save us?"
"...I didn't think this through."
"No, you did not."
The two of you sat there for a while, wondering who you could call and who would actually come help if you did. Meanwhile, the spider stayed where it was, taunting you both.
"I mean I could...hit it with a flaming star?" He suggested.
"And risk burning the floor? And the ship?"
"Right..."
"Throw something else at it," you told him. "Ooh, throw your shoe."
"I'm not throwing my shoe! You throw yours!"
"You were the one who got us in this situation!"
"But you-"
Robin walked into the room at that moment, only to stop when she noticed the two of you cowering on the table. She looked at the spider, then at you two, and laughed.
"Do you guys need some help?"
"Yes please!" You both begged.
Robin used her devil fruit power to get the spider out, making a trail of arms that eventually led overboard.
"Thanks, Robin," you smiled, which she returned before leaving. You whirled on Usopp, about to ask what that was when you noticed how pale he had gone. "Come on, let's go get your mind off the spider."
You took his hand and led him away, shaking your head.
#one piece#op#one piece x reader#one piece x you#zoro x reader#zoro x you#roronoa zoro#ace x reader#ace x you#portgas d ace#luffy x reader#luffy x you#monkey d luffy#law x reader#law x you#trafalgar law#usopp x reader#usopp x you#usopp#kaku x reader#kaku x you#one piece kaku#sanji x reader#sanji x you#vinsmoke sanji
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Flower
Hello⊠here is another mini series I started even tho I have other things I definitely need to finishâŠ. But Iâm kinda obsessed with them so I hope you guys like them đ«ą
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Warnings- y/n being oblivious, stupidly sweet h, things alluding to masturbation
âYâknow that isnât normal for him, right?â Gia murmured as she came up next to Y/N. The low light of the bar had her squinting slightly, but thankfully the rock music wasnât blaring too loud over the speakers over here. Coming after work, she had looked forward to meeting up with her friends for some much needed socialization- even if she was exhausted.
Confusion painted her features, looking at her friend with furrowed brows. âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âHarry. Heâs like, all over you. All the timeâ She looked over to the man with a smirk, who had previously excused himself to participate in this round of pool. Y/N wasnât much for the game so she stayed back in their seats, taking a moment to decompress. Or, try to. Sometimes it got a bit overwhelming with so many people talking at once.
âHeâs just touchy, isnât he?â Y/N had only known Harry for a few months, moving here to teach and one of her coworkers so kindly helped integrate Y/N into her friend group. Harry owned a contracting business, actually, and Y/N had been getting lots of help from him on a variety of projects. Specifically, the latest project regarding his expertise in what sort of bannister she should have for the staircase. It was antique, and she didnât want to be like those flippers she saw online who ruined the charm of old houses. If she wanted a brand new build, she would have bought one. âSee?âÂ
Harry had his arm around Mitch, laughing about something probably a little dumb. The man was borderline tipsy but heâd just started his water rounds. He seemed to be an affectionate person, cuddly. At least to her and Mitch and Niall, all of whom seemed used to it.Â
âYeah, but not with women. Heâs more reserved when it comes to them but not with you. Like⊠what was that before?â Her cheeks flushed slightly as dhe knew exactly when her friend was talking about. Harry had come back from the bar with their soft pretzel and another drink for her, and when he sat down she was promptly dragged into his lap. Sheâd let out a yelp but it turned into a laugh, settling in his thighs. Of course there was no admitting that her stomach had erupted in butterflies and she felt them kick up every time he rested his chin on her or squeezed her a little tighter to him. That the scent of his cologne had become something that grounded her anxiety in the moment, and it was weird how he seemed to be an anchor for her every time he pulled something like that. Somehow he just had that sort of effect on her.
Now that she mentioned it, she had noticed Sarahâs eyes widening when he did that, but she had assumed it was just for the pure audacity of a man manhandling a woman into his lap and ripping off a piece of cheese dipped pretzel and bringing it to her mouth.Â
Y/N knew Harry was a cuddle bug. He was needy, like a pup, nosing and pawing his way into peoples hearts. But she assumed he did this sort of stuff with everyone. Maybe she wasnât paying enough attention, but she had been too nervous to allow herself to think of his touches as flirtation. It would bring down the wall sheâd tried to set there to not get her hopes up and look too deep into things. It had gotten her heart bruised a few times already. âOh.â She replied, looking at her slowly emptying glass. âI, um, didnât really think about that. Heâs been pretty handsy for a long time.â He was also a flirt. Said things on purpose to make her flustered, but only in her ear so sheâd get even more worked up. That was something he really liked to do- whisper in her ear or close to her to share something only with her.Â
âBabes, you need to open your eyes. That man is completely gone for you. Smitten kitten. I was convinced you guys were secretly banging but I was trying to mind my business⊠but you mentioned a dating site earlier and I got confused.â Sheâd wholeheartedly thought they were already an item. âYou need to talk to him or make a move or something. Heâs all but pissed on you to claim you from the rest of the group, and he keeps looking over here to check on you. He acts like your boyfriend already, but there are more benefits you can cash in on if you just go for it.â She wiggled her brows making Y/N groan, hiding her head in her hands.Â
She was way too sober for this conversation.Â
Of course she had interest in Harry. Some feelings, even, but heâd never expressed interest in dating anyone. How could she not? He was almost unreal, checking loads of boxes she had in her mental list of âwhat my dream man would haveâ, including the dimple thing. The fact that he always said he was âwaiting for the right one to find meâ Â when sheâd ask floated back into her mind, clearing a bit of the fog that usually surrounded her when she thought about him. Had he been trying to tell her something?
Y/N could admit she wasnât the most perceptive at times. She was a little oblivious, some could say, and didnât read into signs well. The trait was something that used to get her into trouble when she was younger, her head always off in the clouds instead of where it needed to be according to the adults around her. It was possible she missed something, but she wanted to find out how to rectify that.Â
âSpeak of the devilâŠâ Gia whispered, moving over a bit with a snicker as Harry seamlessly slipped back into the booth and ran his hand over her hair. Y/N felt his presence like a blanket, face turning to look at him and his concerned features. That little wrinkle between his brow she always noticed when he was upset or focusing heavily on something.
âHi, petal. Something wrong? Headache?â He asked delicately in case the answer was yes. She got migraines frequently, as much as it sucked- but Harry had brought her some pain relievers while she was at work once to save her ass. God, her head was a mess but it wasnât from the migraine this time around.
âNo, Iâm okay.â She lifted her head, feeling his hand slide under her hair to hold the back of her neck. Hopefully he wouldnât see the chills settling on her skin as his thumb rubbed over the side of her throat, concern still etched on his features. âWas just a bit dehydrated but Iâm fine now.â Her smile must not have been as convincing as she tried, his lips pursing as he shook his head.Â
âGot tâbe careful with eating the salty chips and then having the drinks⊠one glass isnât gonna be enough.â He sighed. âStay here for me, yeah? Iâll be right back, let me get you some water.â Without thinking he leaned in and pressed a peck to her temple, sliding back out of the booth leaving the spot tingling. Sitting there with rapidly blinking eyes, she watched the stretch of muscles flex under his tee shirt as he made his way towards the bar to order said water.
Okay. Yeah. Now that she mentioned it, she definitely knew he didnât press little kisses to the rest of the girlâs heads, or give that amount of attention to her but⊠again, she had tried to ignore it. Tried not to get her hopes up.
âGirl⊠youâve got to see it now.â Giaâs brows were raised up. âYouâve got him wrapped around your finger.âÂ
Maybe she was right.Â
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âIâm okay, H. I promise.â Y/N laughed out the words as he brought the straw back to her mouth and gave her a look. âFine. But Iâm gonna have tâpiss soon if you keep force feeding water down my throat.â She shook her head as she took another drink, making a show of swallowing it. âSee? Done.âÂ
Harryâs eyes had dipped down to her throat when she swallowed and back up to her mouth, taking a beat too long to respond. âGood. You⊠we canât have you feeling poorly tomorrow. Are yâstill up for it?â His hand was traveling around her body. Not in a sexual way, not really, but over her shoulders. Rubbing her arm. Cupping the back of her neck. Fiddling with her hair. For the first time, Y/N could consciously see what Gia was talking about. Maybe it was sad she needed someone elseâs validation of it first, but now that she had it she didnât feel as crazy for the emotions she felt.Â
âOf course.â Harry was taking her to a sick used bookstore that he had helped remodel a few years back. When he found out she had gotten back into a reading mood lately, heâd suggested it immediately over text under the table, which now that she was thinking about itâŠ. It was obviously to ensure it would be just the two of them. No one else. He wanted to take her by herself, a little outing for just the two of them.
Stupid butterflies kicked in overdrive. âIâve been dying to grab some new books.â
âI know. I remembered it when the owner called me a few days back about something and knew I had tâtake you.â He grinned, leaning in a bit as he tucked the hair behind her ear. âI really hope youâll like it.â
Y/N didnât have much time to respond before the chatter got louder and the group that had gone back up to the bar for more drink ambled back and climbed into the booth. This time it wasnât as much of a shock when she was scooped up into his lap, but it still made her hot under the skin. Her tummy swirled as he wrapped one solid arm around her and rested his chin on her shoulder, the other running over her thigh. It wasnât suggestive, closer to her knee as he began to rub his thumb over the soft skin there.Â
For some reason it was getting to her, making her worked up. The gentle touches, the wholesome nature of it made her feel a bit ashamed as she felt herself throb between her thighs, but it only got worse when he adjusted her in his lap, lifting her like it was nothing. Of course he had strength, the man hauled lumber by himself and did all sorts of superhuman shit when it came to construction, but it still shocked her every time she got to experience it first hand.
Taking a moment to think about it, it was always apparent that he was a beautiful man with a beautiful body. One thing that she really liked were his arms. Just as a whole. Hands, arms, how theyâd built out a bit from all the hands on work. His hands could be a little rough with some callouses from those tools, but her grandma always did tell her that was the sign of a hard working man. It wasnât something she focused on before because she had tried to deny the possibility of not only rejection but not being able to be in the friend group if things went sour.. At the moment she was past that.Â
She could see the vein in his arm just a bit, near the anchor tattoo. His hand curled over her knee, almost possessively. This entire position was him claiming her. Realizing now heâd never pulled any of the other girls as close as he did her made her head spin. Hell, he really didnât do much than give a friendly hug or hand to help them if they were stumbling. Fuck, he could actually feel something for her. Far past friendship.
âYouâre quiet.â His words were so close they almost vibrated in her ear, making her startle a bit. âShit, sorry Petal. Didnât mean to scare you.â The little smile given to her made its way into her bloodstream, heating her up the longer he looked at her. âWhy are you in your head, hm? Tired?âÂ
The way he spoke to her was so tender and sweet⊠gah! Now that she was allowing the possibility to be a thought, it was shaking her up.Â
âYeah, getting tired.â She wasnât lying. Her Friday classes had been a handful. That was the truth. âNeed to take a long shower and sleep until an hour before you come to pick me up.âÂ
âSounds like a good plan. What kind of soap or shampoo do you use?â He asked, a noticeable shift in his voice. A little deeper, softer for her ears only. It was intimate, she realized. How he spoke to her privately with her tucked in his lap. Her body melted further into him, but the lump in her throat had expanded from the realization. âYou always smell fuckinâ amazing.â His nose skimmed over the side of her jaw making her exhale shakily. He was taking an inhale of her as he hugged her body against him. Her poor vibrator was in for it when she got home.Â
âUh- itâs like a coconut citrus mix?â She had to think about it. It was hard to focus on anything with her revelations at hand and the man of the hour touching her so liberally. Like she was his to touch. It wasnât disrespectful and she knew he was the first person to read her body language- hell, he probably could read her mind better than she could process her own thoughts. But it was still sinking in, the feelings gripping her stomach. âThank you. I try my best. No one wants to be stinky.â Nose crinkling in disgust, she felt him shake his head against her.Â
âTrust me when I say youâre the best smelling person Iâve met. Wouldnât complain if all my things smelled like you.â Oh? He didnât elaborate, but there was a barely there kiss to the hinge of her jaw rendering her speechless. His reaction was to place his chin back on her shoulder, interjecting into Niallâs rant while Y/N sat there trying to process what that was.Â
Deciding to test something made her really nervous, but she wanted to see what heâd do. While he was always the affectionate one and she never pushed him away, she didnât usually return it as much. He always sought her out and she reciprocated but she wasnât one to initiate a lot⊠so she wanted to see what heâd do.Â
Letting out a yawn, she leaned her head against his shoulder and let her head nuzzle into his neck. Without saying a word, her hand went for his on her thigh and weaved their fingers together, pulling it further up her thigh. Holding his hand, she could feel his body stiffen ever so slightly for a mere moment and his heart rate pick up. His other arm around her tightened, thumb rubbing the back of her hand. âComfy?â He mumbled to her.
âMhm.â She nodded, letting his hand squeeze hers. He was just solid and sturdy. She could lean against him and feel protected in a way. Why she hadnât tried this sooner she didnât know, but she could hear his mood get better as he spoke. It was palpable, like he was vibrating a little bit, squeezing her hand every once in a while to remind her he was there. Or maybe it was for his own mind?Â
It continued like this for a bit until everyone decided to get going, Harry being the last to stand. He was gentle about helping her off his lap, beating her to get on his feet and offered his hand to her to help her up. âCâmon, sleepy Flower. Time for your shower and sleep. Canât have you too tired for the selection of books, hm?â His hand steady on the small of her back, he led her to the car with a bit of a delay as they said good, a hug tight and lifting her off the ground a bit as he did so before having her promise to text when she got home.Â
She fulfilled the promise, as well as her guilty vibrator session thinking about that tiny kiss on her skin and his hand on her knee, hoping that would make her chill out. It didnât.Â
#jarofstyles#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles one shot#harry styles fanfic#harry styles smut#harry writing#harry styles imagine#harry drabble#harry styles blurb#harry styles writing#flower h#harry styles au#harry smut#harry fluff#harry angst#best friend harry styles#best friends to lovers#friends to lovers#harry styles fanfics#harry styles fic
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HEYY!!! Can you maybe write a fic or small drabble where fem!reader wants hobie to hang upside down so they can âspider man kissâ.
(also i luv the way you write hobie :P)
Spider Kisses
Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader
âWhatâre youâ oh!â
small thingyyyyy, added a little twist tho C:
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âHobie?â Your voice rang throughout the empty alleyway behind your apartment, light disappearing behind the building wall your lover was currently â decorating.
âWhâ Oh! [Name], babe, come look aâ this.â
You partner turned to you, currently hanging from a suspended pole connecting one building to another.
Webs wrapped around his ankles to keep him hanging upside-down. Left hand holding a green can of spray paint, and right holding a paint ridden cloth.
His shirt was riding up (down?) due to gravity, the small peak of skin covered in different paint streaks that matched the tones the wall was now bearing.
âwhatâre you doing up there?â
He shook the van again, spraying a little detail onto the mural, then wiping a line through the fresh paint to reveal the colour underneath.
ââM paintinâ, love.â
He turned to you, synthetic eyes wide and emoted.
âCâmere, come try.â
He shook the cloth in a âcome hitherâ motion, paint flecks landing on his shirt. You approached him happily, getting close to his mask-clad face.
âDonâ get too close tâ the fumes now, babe.â You rolled your eyes at his playful tone, turning back towards the art to get your first real look at it.
A low whistle came from behind you, âNice view.â
âShut it, bug.â
âArachnid.â
âWhatever.â
You felt Hobie grab his web, releasing his ankles and dropping down by one arm. His feet hurting the ground with a small scuff.
Taking the first good look at his creation, you noticed how you were the centre of it. A dazzling smile with your features painted in a light youâd never known. Heâd made you feel so beautiful.
The colours behind you complimented the shades of your hair and strokes of abstract making your features evermore admirable.
âJesus, Hobie â this is gorgeous.â
âAll you, babe.â
He crowded up behind you, letting his slender hands carterâs the skin along your waist and stomach. His muffled voice dropped low to your ear. âLike this, doll.â His right hand travelled up your arm, sliding over yours and disconnecting to wipe at the fresh paint.
His left hand stayed put against your abdomen, squeezing unconsciously. He handed you the cloth, watching your fingers wrap around the fabric and bringing his hand back to your upper arm, rubbing along your skin in a soothing matter.
âNow drag it along there, yeah? Right where itâs still wet.â
You snorted at the innuendo. Hobie scoffing at your childish thoughts and softly pinching your skin.
âOh, grow up.â
You refocused, dragging your hand along the shade of purple and blue. Streaking them together and revealing the pink underneath.
âGood, youâre a natural at this point.â
You laughed lightly, turning your head towards his.
âIt was one stroke, Hobes.â
He winked, a devilish smirk rising his smile lines. âAll it takes witâ you, ainât it?â
âOh my god, youâre crude.â
âNah baby, âm honest âs all.â
You brought your hand back towards you looking up at the painting again. "Finishing touches."
You gave him a quick, curious "hmm?", before you felt the cloth leave your hands too fast for you to realise. The "thwip" of his webs alerting you of his methods â right as the sound registered in your head, he had shot another back onto the aforementioned pipe, and reached to swipe at the paint around your hair, melting it into you and making you stand out stark against the cohesive colours. "Looks good, dun' it babe?"
"Uhuh."
He spared you a glance, smiling under his mask at the distracted sound of your voice, when he caught you watching him, and not his painting â he could excuse it.
A thought had breached your head, one that had been popping up ever since you had gone to dimension 1806 with him.
â
"Hobie, I'm not a spider person! I can't leave!"
"But I made you a watch?" "
Yesâ thank you, I love it. But also that's not the point."
"But the watch.."
"Fuck, fine. Whatever. Don't use that tone on me again."
"Say it's for science."
"Fuck science."
â
That day you had found something.. intriguing. A comic. With a rather interesting cover design. Spiderman â not yours â plastered on the front, upside down, with his mask folded up and kissing Mary Jane. It was probably the most romantic thing you'd ever seen. And now you had the chance.
"Baby."
Hobie stopped wiping the excess paint, giving you his full attention. "Yeah doll, what's 'e matter?"
"Can youâ do the thing.. you were doing before?"
He gave you a quizzical look, eyes in his mask squinting. "Painting? I'm almost done, sweethear'. Now I just got'a wipe way theâ,"
"No.. no, the uhh.. Thing."
"Babe, ya' gon' have ta' be a bit more specific."
"Theâ upside down thing."
He snorted. Still hanging from his left hand. "Whâ yeah? I can do it, butâ,"
"Don't question my decisions, Hobes."
"God damn, sweethear', speak t' me like 'at more often."
You laughed just as he did, glee falling from your lips as you shifted closer to him. He twisted his body to raise his legs above himself, wrapping the webs around his ankles once more.
"Now whatâ"
You brought your hands up to his spandex covered cheeks, tracing the lines of his cheekbones under the soft skin of your fingers. Tracing your hands higher, you toyed with the lip of his mask. Exposing the skin of his neck and watching his Adams apple bob out of nerve. "Can I?"
"Whatever you want, Luv."
You rolled the mask just past his nose, hooking it over his bridge, surprising him. He opened his mouth to question why you hadn't taken the whole thing off, before your lips stopped him.
He melted into you, your hands stroking over his cheeks and chin.
It was awkward trying to find your position at first, but you both quickly adapted, his hands finding the belt loops of your jeans and tugging you closer to him. You smiled into the kiss and he followed, laughing about how this was the motive to your request.
Your lips disconnected and he grinned like a fool.
"Tha's why?"
"Oh, shut. It was romantic."
He chuckled again, pulling you in for another kiss.
"Never said otherwise, pretty thing."
â
phone still broken , just like my heart hastag KIILL ME BOW
that was sarcasm but YIPEEEE HOBIEEEE!!!!!
#hobie x reader#hobie x you#hobie brown x reader#hobie my beloved#spiderverse x reader#spider punk x reader#spider punk#hobie brown#atsv hobie#hobart brown
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TASM!Peter thought I cannot get out of my head for the life of me: Reader pestering him about him and his weird spider abilities like Ned in the MCU movies, but heâs just so loving and patient because he knows heâs weird and sheâs naturally curious
AN | Imagine finding out your boyfriend is Spider-Man. Itâs going to leave you with a lot of questions, isnât it?â€ïž
Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader
Warnings | mild language
Word Count | 2.8k
Masterlist | Main | Peter
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
âPeter?â
âThis isnât what it-â
âNo way!â
âBabe, this is not. Iâm not-â
âHoly fuck.â
âPlease, youâre dreaming. Iâm not actually-â
âSpider-Man,â you blinked a few times and scrubbed at your eyes just to make sure you werenât dreaming. But when you looked back at your boyfriend he was still standing there, halfway between the window and bathroom, mask in hand and spandex still covering his body. He looked entirely mortified at having been caught, âPeter.â
âHoney, itâs notâŠIâŠâ he hung his head and let out a long sigh, annoyed with himself for being so careless, âIâm sorry.â
âYouâre Spider-Man,â it was all setting in and you werenât quite sure how to feel; it was a wild mixture of excitement and annoyance and worry and love - everything all at once, âIâŠyou never told me. Weâve been together for almost three years.â
âI know, sweetheartâŠit was just better than way,â he tossed the mask onto the couch and took a few steps closer to you. You tensed up and shook your head, âI just wanted to keep you safe. Thatâs all.â
âYou lied to me,â you pouted at him and that was enough to break his heart. If there was anything he hated in the world, it was seeing you upset, âfor years.â
âI didnât lie,â he tried softly but you huffed at him, âpurposely. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. Everything I do is to protect you.â
âI feel so stupid,â you scrubbed a hand over your tired face in exasperation. All the weird quirks and odd comings and goings seemed to make sense. It felt almost silly that you hadnât put the pieces together before. Peter wasnât exactly subtle, âall this time. The random bruises and cutsâŠthe times you suddenly have to leave - your weird schedule. It seems so obvious, doesnât it? IâŠPeter Parker.â
âBaby-â
âYouâre trying to keep me safe but what about you?â a deep frown settle on your features and Peter shook his head, trying to keep you from going down that particular train of thought, âoh my god. Anything could happen to you! And what ifâŠif something did happen, how would I know?â
Peter gently shushed you, his strong hands settling on your shoulders with a reassuring squeeze. You looked at him, studying his big honey brown eyes and tried to keep the tears in your own eyes from spilling over, ânothing is going to happen to me, I swear it. Youâre not getting rid of me that easily.â
âIt isnât funny,â you sniffled as a few tears ran down your cheeks, quickly and tenderly wiped away by Peter, âI love you, you dumb bug. I donât want anything to happen to you. I donât want to lose you.â
âNothing is going to happen to me,â he whispered, brushing his knuckles along your cheek, âyou know why?â
âWhy?â you huffed softly, reaching for his hand and bringing it to your lips so you could press a kiss to it.
âBecause I have to get home to you,â he smiled softly, looking more boyish than anything. You exhaled slowly but nodded, âIâm always going to come home to you. Thereâs nothing I want more.â
âPromise?â
âI promise,â he agreed and you allowed yourself to relax slightly, âby the way, spiders arenât bugs. Spiders are spidersâŠwell arachnids but theyâre a completely separate thing.â
âFine, you big dumb spider,â you let out a small laugh before playfully rolling your eyes, âyouâre just lucky you look in spandex.â
âYeah?â he teased, turning in a circle and striking a pose, âyou think?â
âShut up,â you groaned as he laughed, âjust come to bed with me. But just so you know, this conversation isnât over.â
âI would expect nothing less, love.â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
It took some time to get used to the idea of Peter, your sweet, nerdy, wonderful boyfriend, being Spider-Man. He just never seemed capable of something like that but when you really thought about it, it all made sense. Peter was brilliant and had a kind soul; him helping people just went hand in hand with who he was.Â
You werenât sure if youâd ever get over your worries that something would happen to him - just like he wanted to protect you, you wanted to protect him. That, however, didnât negate the fact that you had numerous questions for him. You wanted to know everything you could about him well, his spider abilities rather.Â
You were curious, luckily Peter loved that curiosity.Â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
âWhere do your webs come from?â youâd been wrapped up in the book you were reading but the question suddenly hit. Peter was sitting across the couch from you, doing some work on his laptop. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at you, causing your face to warm up, âI justâŠyou have webby stuff, right? LikeâŠwhere does it come from?â
âWeb shooters,â he answered simply, closing his laptop with a soft laugh and giving you his full attention, âit doesnât come out of my body, if thatâs what youâre asking.â
âBut spiders have it-â
âNot a spider,â he reminded you as you closed your book and tossed it on the coffee table, âhuman-spider hybrid. Kind of. I think thatâs what youâd call it.â
âWhy donât they call you Human-Spider-Hybrid-Man?â you made a small sound of surprise as Peter reached over and gently maneuvered you onto his lap. His large hands settled on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck, âwouldnât that be more accurate?â
âYouâre overthinking it,â he pressed a kiss to your forehead, âI donât make it in my body. I make it at the lab.â
âMy genius Human-Spider-Hybrid,â you grinned at him and he couldnât help but return the smile. To say he adored you was putting it lightly, âwill you show me sometime? I wanna see it in action.â
He cocked his head to the side as he let go of your waist and held his arms up. You looked at him in confusion and he pulled back the sleeves of his sweater, âtheyâre right here.â
âOh,â you reached for one of his arms and looked over the small band around his wrist, âoh? I always thought they were justâŠbracelets.â
âThatâs the point,â he said as you made a small sound of revelation. You held his hand in yours and gave it a tight squeeze, âitâs really not that exciting.â
âThatâs where youâre wrong,â how could he think being Spider-Man wasnât exciting? You took his face gently in your hands as you studied the pretty boy, âyou are always fascinating and exciting to me.â
âThatâs because you love me,â he put his hands on top of yours and give them a squeeze, âyouâre biased.â
âI do love you - very much,â you agreed, âbut Iâd still think the same regardless, Peter Parker.â
He paused before nodding slightly, âI love you too.â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
Peter could feel you watching him, despite your best efforts to remain subtle. It should be noted, however, that your best efforts were pitiful; you might have been openly gawking at him. He stopped what he was doing and turned to you with a small little smirk on his features, âtake a picture, itâll last longer.â
âThatâs your area of expertise not mine, Parker,â you werenât going to bother denying that heâd caught you. You walked over to the kitchen and hopped onto the counter, swinging your legs back and forth as you watched him finish putting away the dishes, âbut you make a pretty picture.â
âAnd yet still not nearly as beautiful as you,â he put the last mug into the cabinet before turning on his heel and pressing a kiss to your cheek, âwhy were you watching me like a creepo, huh?â
âI wasnât watching you! Not like a creepo,â your cheeks warmed up as you gnawed on the inside of your cheek, âI was justâŠadmiring.â
âUh huh,â he teased, settling his arms on the counter and caging you in, â admiring. Youâre cute. Now tell me what youâre really thinking about.â
âItâs stupid,â you offered him a sheepish smile but Peter just tutted at you before nudging his nose against yours, âpromise not to laugh?â
âI promise,â he whispered sweetly, âyou know you can tell me anything.â
âItâs a question,â you paused for a moment, âare you like super, super strong? âCause arenât spiders like proportionally strong?â
Peter leaned back and laughed softly, causing you to gently shove his shoulder. Not that it would matter - he was basically unmoveable. He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers through yours before you could say anything, âsorry, sorry! I didnât mean to laugh - Iâm a horrible, terrible liar. Itâs justâŠyouâre precious.â
âShut up,â you couldnât deny that inside you were beaming from his praise, âI am not precious! Just curious.â
âIâm pretty strong,â he explained softly as you nodded, âmaybe not the strongest being in the galaxy but its up there. I can show you sometime.â
âThatâs why you can move things so easily,â it made sense now, why he never seemed to have an issue with moving the furniture or carrying in all the groceries at once, âwow. Youâre amazing. The Amazing Spider-Man.â
âNot amazing,â he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you off the counter, easily and effortlessly holding you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and looped your arms around his neck, âjust basically a mutant freak.â
âYouâre my mutant freak,â you buried your face in his chest, but not before pressing a kiss to his neck, âthat I love, very much.â
âThe mutant freak loves you very much too,â you could feel the laughter rumble in his chest as you allowed yourself to melt into him, âcurious girl.â
âCanât blame me,â he could feel you grinning against his skin, ânot everyday you find out boyfriend is Spider-Man.â
âTrue,â he agreed, âIâd be pretty shocked if I found out my boyfriend was Spider-Man.â
âPeter!â this time you were laughing too as he started to walk you both down the hall towards the bedroom, âwhere are we going?â
âBedroom,â he rasped, âI can show you how strong I am.â
âOh,â you felt your entire body warm up, âyes please.â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
It was late at night, but you weren't feeling too tired just yet. You were in bed, staring at the ceiling and deep in thought as Peter laid next to you reading. You liked listening to him make some small sounds as he read and the sounds of the pages turning.
âI'm not a mind reader but you're thinking much too loudly,â Peter stole a quick glance at you, causing you to scoff loudly as you rolled onto your side so your back was to him, âhoney.â
âMind your business, Parker,â you burrowed further into your pillow, âI was just staring at the ceiling.â
âHmm,â he mused softly, âwhat's your silly question of the day?â
âExcuse- first of all, my questions aren't silly,â you sat up right and crossed your arms over your chest, âand secondly, you're Spider-Man! I have a million questions. Don't be a jerk.â
âI am not,â he insisted through a few giggles as you smacked him with a pillow. You knew that you'd never hurt him which just made the situation all that much more ridiculous, âI love your curiosity. I love all the little things that cross your mind.â
âNow you're just pitying me,â Peter rolled his eyes as he pulled in between his legs so the the two of you were facing one another. He put his large hands on your calves and gave them a gentle squeeze, âPete.â
âI love you, you know?â He asked softly as you nodded. If there was anything you knew in the world it was that Peter Parker adored you to no end. But then, you loved him just ask much, âyou never gotta worry about asking me anything. So come on baby, tell me.â
âFine. Fine,â you groaned softly before mumbling your question to him, âcan you like stick to walls and stuff?â
You'd said it so quickly and fast that Peter hadn't caught what you were saying, âpardon?â
âUgh,â you huffed, âdo you have the ability to crawl on the walls and ceiling like real spiders? Or is something your weird mutant DNA didn't get.â
Peter tried his best not to laugh but he could barely stop the corners of his mouth from quirking up, âyeah, babe, that is something I can do.â
âWhoa,â you watched as Peter stuck his hand to the wall and showed you how it stuck, âthat's so cool. Kinda gross but cool.â
âIt's definitely gotten me out of a few scrapes before,â he admitted, âI'll take you for a ceiling walk some time.â
Your face lit up with pure excitement before your brows furrowed in confusion, âwill our kids have your spidey thingies? What did you call it the other day? Spidey senses?â
Peter had stopped processing anything you were saying as soon as heâd heard our kids. It had stocked something deep within him. He only came back to reality when he felt you tickling his side, âour kids? What do you mean our kids?â
âOh,â your cheeks warmed up as you bit your lips and shrugged lightly, âI dunno, I just think about it sometimes. You know, one day weâll have kids. Weâve always talked about that. UnlessâŠyou changed your mind?â
âNo!â he said much too quickly as a small smile tugged up the corners of your mouth, âI havenât changed my mind. I-I want kids. With you. Only you.â
âGood,â you relaxed slightly as Peterâs entire face turned bright red, âso what do you think? Will they be part mutant spiders?â
âI donât know exactly how that works,â he whispered as he pulled you closer to him, âmaybe it would be inherited or not. Iâm not a geneticist.â
âNo,â you shook your head as you took his hand in your face, âjust a biophysicist and biochemist. Hardly anything to brag about.â
âIâm basically a professional clown,â he grinned as you traced your fingers along the contours over his face. He was so pretty and you loved getting to have him just like this, gentle and quiet and all yours. He took one of your hands in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, âluckily Iâve got you.â
âIâve got you too, Peter Parker,â you pulled him into a tight hug; if he had been a normal person you might have crushed him a little too much. Luckily, he was able to withstand your embrace and tenderly hugged you right back, âmy Spider-Man.â
âAll yours,â he agreed easily, âall yours.â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
It was spring now, and the nights were gentle and warm, finally not filled with rain as they seemed to have been the entire winter. You were leaning out the window and taking in the sights and sounds of the New York evening.Â
You heard the door to the apartment open, followed by Peterâs familiar footsteps. Before you could turn around to greet him, you felt his arms wrap around your waist as he pulled you into his chest and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You sighed softly as you pressed your body into him, âhello my love.â
âHi sweetheart,â he whispered into your ear, âwhat are you doing hanging out the window?â
âJust admiring the city,â you turned around so you were facing him, âand now Iâm admiring you. Iâve got another question for you, my spider.â
âWhich is?â
âWill you take me swinging?â you asked softly, a nervous little expression on your face. Peterâs face grew into a large smile as he nodded eagerly. Heâd imagined what it would be like with you loads of times before. He never thought heâd get to make it an actual reality, âbut promise you wonât drop me?â
âI swear I wonât let anything happen to you,â he promised, âand I promise youâll have fun. Whenever youâre ready, just say the-â
âIâm ready,â you said excitedly as Peter laughed softly, âcan we go now?â
âYes,â he kissed your cheeks, âlet me go and change. Then weâll go swinging.â
âYouâre the best, Parker,â you grinned at him, âI love you so much.â
âI love you too,â he looked at you with soft heart eyes, âmy spider girl.â
#peter parker#peter parker x reader#peter parker x you#peter parker x fem!reader#tasm!peter#tasm!peter parker#peter park one shot#peter parker imagine#andrew garfield
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blue eyes so green (18+)
Ewan Mitchell x reader / Aemond Targaryen x reader
A oneshot where Ewan becomes cross with you for having a sensuous dream... about his character, Aemond.
a/n : yet another Ewan fic to ring in the season premiere! Expect a whole lot of Aemond fics while we're in the thick of the new season. Happy premiere day, my loves!
word count : 1k âȘïž masterlist
The silver-haired Targaryen emerges from underneath your skirts, his deft fingers buried in the layers of cloth to keep them away from your prized cunny.
His curved lips are left puckered, parted and glistening from the sheen of your juices. He had practically lost his mind when you finally returned from your duties with the Septa, the hours far too long for him to be away from his lady-wife.
So, with only a few raspy words of desire -
You have kept me waiting
All day long I have longed for a taste of you, my wife.
I will make certain that you never wish to be parted from me again.
- he had lifted you atop the desk in his study, haphazardly shoving his heavy leather-bound volumes of histories and philosophies.
And in a haste, he delighted in a sweetness that can only ever be known to him. Just him, because you will only ever be his.
Your cunny is his. Your kisses all his own. Your heart, his possession.
And he is yours. All yours. He will never tire of making this known. "My love," his tone is desperate as he kisses you hungrily, the exquisite rarity of a prince begging, "I am yours to take for tonight, and every night, for as long as I am breathing."
"Oh, Aemond," you croon, tracing his features with your fingertips, "my sweet husband. Is that your fancy way of telling me that you wish to fuck me for eternity?"
He smiles against your skin. He has always loved the pert particularity of his wife's humour.
"Oh, my sweet sweet wife," his hands seek and they find the fastenings of your dress, the keys to his kingdom, "you know me so well."
And long into the night, you ride a dragon.
All throughout the morning, you can count on one hand the times your boyfriend actually spoke to you.
A few rushed, almost incoherent responses are all he seems capable of sharing.
And it is starting to bug you.
"Baby," you reach for Ewan's hand as the two of you peacefully have your Sunday breakfast.
He squeezes your hand in return, at least, but he doesn't fully meet your gaze.
You retract your hand, and for a split second, his hand scrambles to keep a hold of yours on instinct, but he lets it go with a sigh.
You try again, your tone now more demanding, "Alright, Ewan. Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing's wro - "
"Look at me."
He takes his sweet time in doing so, his blue eyes raking from his plate to the expanse of the dining table, to your arms and finally your face. He takes another deep breath, unfazed by the attitude you're showing him.
"Some dream you had last night, huh, babe?"
"Excuse me?"
"Oh yeah," he tilts his head, with the solemn confidence of someone who thinks he has the upper hand, "you just about woke me up with all your squirming and moaning."
"Oh." It dawns on you just what he is hinting at. Normally you would only recall some odd bits from your dreams, and sometimes they would even be gone from your mind as soon as you wake. But not the one you just had - no.
That one was just too good to forget.
"Baby, come on," a giggle escapes your lips, feeling less heavy now that you know what he is so worked up about.
"It's not funny," he pouts, fighting back a laugh as he can't help but mirror his beloved's glee. He dramatically pushes his plate away, but the annoyance isn't there. "You basically cheated on me," he pretends to complain.
"Do you even know who I dreamt about?" You amble over to where he sits, and his eager arms take you onto his lap. So much for being infuriated at you.
He doesn't answer, shaking his head as he absently caresses your hips.
"You," you clarify, and his eyes shoot up to meet yours, "well... you meaning Aemond. I had a dream about the one-eyed prince."
He shrugs, "I know."
"You... you know?" You try to stand up but his sturdy arms keep you firmly in place. "You know who I was dreaming about, and yet you sulk all morning?"
"So what? I can't deny that I'm still jealous. Aemond would be a pretty fierce competitor for your heart, darling."
"But he's you!" you squeal, lightly punching his chest. He takes your forearm and pulls you closer to press a soft kiss against your cheek.
"I know," he smiles. "I suppose I was just getting way into my thoughts."
"You think?"
"Hmm," he narrows his eyes, his features taking on that cheeky guise he expertly sports so often, "if you were to choose, between myself and Aemond - "
"Oh no," you laugh dryly, prying yourself from his arms and returning to your seat, "I am not playing this game."
"Who do you think would be a superior lover in bed?"
"Ewan - "
"Come on, darling," he prods lightheartedly. "Humour me."
"Well," you say, "why don't you hurry up and finish your breakfast so you can convince me to your side?"
His cheeky sneer disappears at your insinuation, in its place an indicative clenching of his jaw.
A moment passes. You take a delightful sip of your orange juice, satisfied.
Sure enough, you hear his chair scrape loudly as he stands and makes his way to you.
"Fuck breakfast," he rasps. "Time to make your dreams come true, darling."
#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen imagine#ewan mitchell#ewan mitchell x reader#ewan mitchell imagine#hotd#house of the dragon
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âBabe! Iâm here!â Eddieâs voice call from the front door.
You were currently in the kitchen trying to remove the cookies you were baking from the oven while at balancing your almost 12 month old daughter on your hip. âKitchen, Eds!â You call out.
âSomething smells sweet in here,â he makes his way into the kitchen, bending to face level with Olivia who grins back and then proceeds to smother her chubby face in kisses. âOh and you made cookies! They smell good too.â
You roll your eyes at his lame joke. He doesnât see as he raises his head back to yours and presses his lips to yours. You kiss him back and pull back.
âSo where is it?â
âSweetheart, you should really trust me more with the shopping.â He says, placing the shopping bag onto the counter.
You carry Olivia to her highchair and gently buckle her in. âWell, last time I sent you to the store for pie filling, I specifically told you Apple pie filling and you grabbed cherry.â
Eddie paused at your retelling, slowly raising his hands in defense. âAll I heard was pie filling. I just assumed that it didnât matter.â
âOf course it mattered! My dad is allergic to cherries, Eddie. You know that.â
âOkay well, most of the time I donât fuck these things up. So are you ready to see it?â
You placed a few cheerios and sliced up fruit onto the highchair plate for your daughter and looked up at your husband who removed the small Halloween costume out from the bag and held it out the for you to see.
âEddie what is that?â Your hands dropped to your hips when you realized what you were looking at. It certainly didnât look like the one you had described to him before.
âItâs Livâs costume! Just look babe! Sheâs gonna be the cutest, heavy metal rocker ever! I even got a little inflatable guitar!â
You really tried to hide the frustration that was clear in your features as you stared at your husband.
Taking a deep breath, you move forward a few steps towards him, who still looks excited about the costume and ignoring your look.
âEddie,â you say, irritation clear in your voice. âThatâs not the right costume. You were suppose to get her the bumble bee costume, remember?â
Eddie goes still as he tries to remember the conversation you two had from earlier this week. âWell, I thought- wait, Iâm sorry why did she have to be a bumble bee exactly?â
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose with your eyes shut. âBecause Nancy told me sheâs dressing Becca as a lady bug and we thought it would be cute for Liv to be a bumble bee.â
Eddie scoffed. âItâs No big deal, okay? Maybe she can be a little bumble bee next year?â
âEddie, she wonât be able to fit that costume by next year.â You argued, turning away from him and tried focus on your daughter who was happily eating her fruits and cheerios.
âWell I guess we could-.â Eddie replies, checking the small digital watch on his wrist. The store would be closing in about twenty minutes. Now he knew he would be in deep shit. âAlright letâs not panic, I have an idea.â
You look at Eddie with a questioning gaze, but before you can even get an answer out of him, heâs flown back out through the door of the trailer. Leaving you and your daughter in the kitchen.
You let out a sigh as you move to place a few more cheerios on the highchair plate. âHe better come up with a brilliant idea.â Olivia just giggles in return.
A few hours pass as you and Eddie are walking hand in hand, with little Olivia tucked into your hip. The streets were filled with children running around from house to house with the challenge of collecting the most candy.
You were just thankful that she wouldnât have to worry about all the sweets that would later cause cavities and unaffordable visits to the dentist at such a young age. You and Eddie agreed that she could have one piece, but not too much. And that would be her first Halloween treat.
You can feel your husbandâs hand lightly squeezing yours as your small family continues to walk. But before you could move your head to face him, you hear his voice.
âListen, sweetheart, you were right.â His voice low. âI should have double checked with you before buying that costume. Iâm an idiot, I know.â
You just roll your eyes. âYouâre not an idiot, Eds. But I really would like for you to just make a list of what you need whether itâs for the grocery store or a costume store. That way we donât have these issues.â
The metal head just nods, understandably. âSo, youâre not mad mad, right?â
You shook your head. âNot as mad as I should to be, itâs partially my fault. I could have gone out to grab the costume myself and had you watch Liv.â
The two of you were interrupted by a familiar voice. âIs that our little Miss Munson?!â
Olivia is now squealing with excitement, trying to escape your tight embrace. Slowly, you set her down on her feet and watch as she wobbles with full speed into the arms of Joyce.
Joyce and Jim decided to spend Halloween at home, handing out candy and looking forward to see their granddaughter (yes Jim and Joyce finally tied the knot!) pass by.
Joyce gathers the little âMunson Munchkinâ (Jimâs nickname for his granddaughter) into her arms for a tight little embrace and pulls her gently back at arms length to inspect her costume. âWhat do we have here?â
âIt looks like, um,â Jim was also having a hard time figuring it out. âSheâs, uh, Y/N what is your daughter suppose to be?â
âWell as you can see,â Eddie chimed in. âShe is a rockstar with-â
âBumblebee wings.â You finished off. The looks they gave you werenât what you were expecting but hey, it wasnât negative.
âOh,â Joyce still looks confused but still manages a smile. âSo sheâs a heavy metal rockstar and bumblebee hybrid?â
âYep, thatâs right.â You replied, trying not to meet you fatherâs confused look.
âWell sheâs just the cutest!â Joyce smothers more kisses onto the toddlerâs cheeks.
You look to Eddie who beams that familiar smile of triumph. That same smile that always makes you forget any argument or reminds you of just why you love him.
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I would like to thank @lovelythoughtfulcupcake for reminding me about this one shot I had saved in my drafts! Hope you all like dad!eddie!
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Her Favorite - Pt 3
Billie Eilish x female reader !
A/n: this is the last part of this series I hope you all enjoyed it !! This was one of my favs to write <3
Summary: you're the teachers pet. Her. Favorite.
Warnings: smut, tension ? A small tiny argument, fingering, strap, r sucks billies tits, teasing from both parts, slight angst ??? Scissoring - let me know if I missed anything !
Tags - @trulyy-yourzz @eilishslut @brat-at-the-disco @iluvapplesxh @chrissv4mp @n0vabug @dollyvuu
Masterlist - pt 1 , pt 2
You didn't want to believe it, but she had been distant. Why? It was bugging you because all you wanted was her. Just her. And the more the time passes that's all you could think of. Her. Your God damn teacher. You could barely focus with the thought of her recently so when she had started this weird distancing. You were a bit hurt. But, you decide to try your best to ignore it. "Hey Y/n!" You hear Silvi say, approaching you. You turn to face her. "Oh hi!" You say cheerful. "Since we didn't get to hang out that one time I thought I'd invite you to this party I'm going to tomorrow night." You think for a moment.
"You know what yeah, I'd love to." She smiles and goes about her day. This couldn't hurt anyone right? That was unconvincing, you knew it'd bother someone. But then again that someone doesn't really seem to care currently. Why the hell not!
It was a Saturday and you were in her bed, things were quiet like they have been. Until she turns over and wraps her arms around you. "Sorry I haven't been that present. End of the year so it's hectic as a teacher." You look up into her eyes. Oh.. That's why, now you felt bad about going to this party. But why, you deserved to have fun. You just nod, going to kiss her cheek and sit up. "I uh, I'll just get going." Her brows furrow. "You know you can stay another night babe." You bite your lip. "Yeah but I just don't have a change of clothes here." She looks at you. "Those are fine, no?" You sigh. "I'm going somewhere."
Her head tilts with a grin. "What, no invite?" You stand up, causing her face to shift. Her features changing at your body language. "It's uhm, a school party. So it'd be a bit you know." She caught on. "Right, gotcha." Billies fear was infront of her, she didn't want to believe it. She was 9 years older than you ofcourse you needed to be around people your age. But she wondered if that was romantically too. She didn't want that, she just wanted you. "You hate parties though." It was true, you did. Then that jealousy kicks in. "Shes going to be there isn't she." You stay silent for a moment as you put your pants on, leaving her baggy t-shirt on.
You grab your keys,but she's up and out of bed. "Hey." She says when you don't respond, coming over and making you look at her. There was more silence as she finds the right thing to say. She wants to tell you to be careful and to not do this at all. But shes better than that. "Have fun ok?" You nod again, kissing one another before you leave. The kiss lingers on your lips, and you miss it. Did you even want to go to this party?
It was too late you were already there with Silvi, having a few drinks but never too much. You really didn't like parties but, you hadn't ever been to one so why fight something you haven't even tried. Laughing, talking, music. Honestly it was boring and you'd rather be spending it with Billie, in your underwear in the comfort. Eating crap, watching movies. That's all you'd want right now. But something pulled you out of that little day dream, you feel a hand on your thigh. Your senses going off, growing uncomfortable. You turn to see it was Silvi's you look at her as she must've done it subconsciously. Talking to whoever infront of her. But her next move wasn't so subconscious. Her hand slowly glides upwards making you get up from your seat.
Her face turns to you. But before anything else you go to find your way around into a room, not realizing she had followed. "Shit, I'm sorry I didn't even-" You shake your head. "It's fine. I just think I want to go home." Not think. You were certain. "You sure?" Your brows furrow slightly. Feeling uneasy. "Positive." She comes over and sits by you. "We could go soon, you got somewhere to be?" Yes. At our teachers house. "No I just, don't really want to be here." She gets closer. You felt icky. "Please just take me home." Her demeanor changes. "Fine." Your brows furrow again, what the fuck was up with her.
You were close to Billies place. "Just let me out here." She slows down. "This isn't your place." You go to open the door. "I know it's a friend's." She didn't seem to really care. Wow, Billie was right she wasn't any good. "Bye." You say closing the door, watching her zoom off. You felt gross, wanting to get in there and find some sort of comfort. You knock on the door, getting greeted by a slightly sleepy Billie. "Hey, no fun?" You shake your head, noticeably seeming down. You step in. Being greeted by the smell of her place. It was such a beautiful smell. "Something happen?" You give it a moment. "Nah, just wanted to be in comfort tonight." She sensed something was up, but going to let it be for now.
"Ok well, the beds missing you." You smile at her. "I'm missing the bed." She puts a hand over her heart. "You and my bed might as well date, you like it more than me." You giggle, shoving her lightly. She loved making you laugh or even smile. It made her feel powerful that she could make that happen, it made her heart happy to hear and see. You both get into the bed once you get out of that annoying dress. You eventually fall asleep in one another's arms.
Wednesday, Wednesday. Wednesday. Things seemed to be normal again, which you were thankful for. Today was a stripped shirt and tie day. And she looked tasty as ever. You were in a very playful mood so today you went with yet another short skirt. Her eyes land on it instantly. Giving you a look, but you just returned it with an innocent smile. The shirt you were wearing wasn't helping either. Tight. You were honestly thanking the universe that Silvi wasn't there today. You don't need some repeat of a few weeks ago. At the end of the lesson you slowly get your things, everything was so slow, intentionally so. You go over to her desk, her eyes not meeting yours just yet even though everyone's gone.
"Hi!-" "What are you wearing." Her tone was calm, knowing good and well she was far from that. "Well hello to you aswel." Your eyes roll. "And I thought you loveddd my skirts." She stands. "Why are you testing me today hm?" You shrug. "Good thing Silvi wasn't here to drool over it." You cringed slightly, remembering she was right about her. But you soon roll your eyes again. "Whatever I seriously-" But her hand was around your neck, you tense slightly but only for a moment. It was just her, you didn't need to worry. You had actually been doing that alot recently, that whole interaction had frightened you to say the least, you felt weak and out of your own control in that moment that night.
It was frightening without a doubt. "Don't test me babygirl." Her tone was full of warning, you gulp. Clenching your thighs. Her head motion down as you do, letting out a dry chuckle. "Really? You like me doing this?" Your words go. But her hand soon leaves, causing you to whine. You wanted more. She goes back over to her desk. "I'll just finish that up then we can head to mine." You had forgotten it was the end of the day. Score. You think for a moment. "Yes ma'am." She laughs a tad, shaking her head. She thought you were being silly. No, you were dead serious. So when that doesn't work you resort to your next trick. Your eyes scan her desk.
Seeing a pencil laying there, your fingers go to move it off. "Oopsies, my bad." She wasn't really paying attention, she was finishing a few things. But her head turns as shes faced with your ass. Her eyes widen as she spots the second fucked thing you did today. Her eyes look around as if someone would see. Everyone left. Her eyes return as you slowly stand up. She grabs the bottom of your skirt pulling it as much down as she could. "Are you serious?" She then says. Your head turns to her. "Whattt?" Her eyes widen again, brows furrowing tremendously. "You were sitting there. For almost an hour with nothing on!?" You giggle. "Nooo, I just took them off. But you weren't looking sooo." Her temper shines through. "Jesus fucking christ."
She's surely worked up from seeing your bare cunt on display for her. "Office. Go." You bite your lip. And boom, you got what you want. So you thought. She locks the door behind her, coming up behind you and pushing you over her desk. Causing you to bend over. "Might just tease the fuck out of you and leave you here." Your head turns to look back at her. "You wouldn't." - "Oh yeah?" Her finger makes contact with your folds. "Imagine if someone had walked in." She was still mad, making her finger retract. This was going to piss you off sooner or later. She grabs her tie, bringing it over your exposed ass.
"Out in the open like that." It travels around to your neck, she wraps it around tightening ever so slightly. "With this stupid fucking skirt." It tightens more, you gasp. But it then loosens as she grabs your wrists, tying them together. Causing you to fall further into the desk, the coolness hitting your cheek. Her hand makes contact with your hair, pushing just a tad. "Please, I'm sorry." You then plead. She chuckles maniacally. "Bad girls don't get treated nicely." You bite your lip as you think of a response. "Teach me to be good then." You say, your voice soft. It was her turn to bite her lip. "You gunna listen?" You nod. "Answer me." - "Yes, Ms O'Connell." She lets out a breath, finding the way you say it so hot.
Her hands fiddle with the belt around her waist, pulling out your favorite one of her straps. It was the second most large one she owned. And in an instant it's prodding your hole, ready for access. Your back arches, moving around to try get it in. "Don't dig your grave further." She says stilling your hips. "B-" You stop yourself. This was already bad you couldn't make things worse. Little did you know. The tip slides in, not fast enough but you keep your mouth shut. No whines, no protests no nothing. Not until she bottoms out inside you. Your mouth hangs open at the feeling. "This fucking skirt." Her fury was still evident. Very. Evident. Especially when she snaps her hips hard against you.
The stretch made your eyes squeeze shut, your legs almost doing the same but her hands make sure that doesn't happen. Your brain went into a frenzy, biting your lip so hard you draw some blood. Your tongue swipes over it, letting out a small hum. She looks at why you had done that, seeing your blood lip. She looks at it for a split second, then your eyes. The way they roll back as she's giving you backshots on her fucking desk. You were like a drug to her, she found you to be the most precious thing ever. "Gunna cum? Can feel you getting tighter." Her body leans over yours, her hands on the brown wood. Either side of your body. Her thrusts were ungodly. "Mm, yes!" You gasp as it hits your g-spot. "Found it." You moan. Cumming immediately.
She pulls out bringing you up and making you sit on the desk. Kissing your lips, tasting that same thing you tasted moments ago. Slowly pushing you back, feeling the cold desk against you. She was hovering over you, no words being said. She gets up close to you. "Maybe you should get it into your head..." Her voice low. Her hand moves to wrap around your neck her strength pulling you up and off her desk just slightly. Your eyes widen as she does. "You're mine." But you smirk, sealing the whole situation with one last kiss.
Fridays were probably your favorite, not only was it the end of the week, but you got to see your hot girlfriend. As you enter you're blinded by today's outfit. How would you ever focus. The dang glasses. The way her top fit perfectly, the long skirt. You sit down in your spot. Fixated on her cleavage. You needed to stop this was bad. Then you thought for longer. Was this pay back? Was she giving you a taste of your own medicine from the other day? Your heart skips a beat when she makes eye contact with you. Your thighs squeeze. She was so evil.
You were begging for this to be over and soon. You were also begging to suck on her t- "Y/n? You with us?" You gulp quietly, but her eyes watch your throat. She knew. "Oh, yes. Sorry." This was absolute torture. But you let out a relieved sigh when it was finally time. Everyone goes to leave as you go over to her. "Hi!" You say happily. She smirks. "Hi babygirl." That fucking nickname. "You good today?" Oh God the way she was speaking. "Yes." You knew she was asking how you were feeling, not how you would be acting for her. On your knees, obeyi- "Earth to Y/n?" Your head shakes. "Huh?" She smiles. She's got you right where she wants you. "I asked if you were ready to go my love?"
"Mhmm!" You say wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. You needed her. So bad. So when you get to hers your legs rush to her room, her slowly following. You whine at how long she's taking. "Billieee." She laughs. "Yes pumpkin?" You glare at her, getting frustrated. But you were just so needy there was no room for your bratty remarks. "Pleaseeee." You say, from your spot on the bed. She comes over, getting ontop of you. Thankfully there was a slit in the skirt so she could maneuver properly. Her hand moves over your body, moving to your soaked underwear. She hums to herself. Knowing exactly what she's upto. And glad she's succeeding.
Her finger slips past and enters you a little bit. You gasp. "Remember to breathe." ..... "Good girl." Her fingers enter you slowly. But your eyes are glued to her tits. They just looked so incredibly good in that outfit. Your hands move to touch but she grips them. "Uh uh. Since you didn't have a proper punishment the other day you need to learn your mistakes." You huff, is she serious? She can't be. You just wanted to wrap your lips around them and you wanted to do it now. "That's not fair." You mumble. Her brows raise.
"No? Not fair huh? Let's circle back to you wearing that tight, shirt and tiny tiny skirt. I had to focus on teaching, I had to refrain from fucking the living shit out of you because you indeed looked God damn hot in it. I had to wait a whole. Hour. You can't wait that, and a bit more. Can't you?" You swallow. Having no words. "Bu-" "Uh uh. Don't but me, you know good and well." You let out a moany, huff. "Come on now, don't be like that angel. You'll get what you want. You just have to work for it." You wriggle. "Ah! Lesson learned, I won't do it again." She doesn't even let your hand move to touch before she's pinning them down. "What, did I say."
And you caved, you were too far gone with need to care. "Please, Billie I'm sorry I wore such a revealing skirt like that in public, you know I won't do it again. I promise and if I break it you can do such horrible things and I'll have to take it just please. Please let me suck them." You were almost on the verge of tears, but man was she enjoying every bit of this. "You want to suck them huh?" She ponders as you nod manically. "Please, I need to so bad." She still thinks. "No wonder you were so wet." You whimper. Oh that sweet whimper. And within an instant that shirt is loose. Her tits spill out right before your eyes.
Your thighs sqish tightly as your mouth latches so fast. Closing your eyes. She bites her lip, watching you suck. Bite. Do it all. You were too far gone. Incredibly far. The way you swirld your tongue made her grunt. The feeling so good. Her hand makes its way into your hair, stroking it as you do so. "You are a good girl, shit." She breathes. But she nearly goes mental with your next words. "Mmm, mommy." Her eyes look at the headboard processing. She grabs your face, kissing you with such hunger. Your subby state makes it sloppy. Moaning into the kiss. "Say that again." She says against your lips. And as you were about to. Her finger is back in your pulsing cunt. "F-fuck! Mommy." - "Mm, good. Louder."
Her fingers speed up as you go to again. "Mommy!" It was music to her ears. If she wasn't inlove before she sure as hell is now. "Cum for me, go on." Her fingers enter deep. Making your head spin, and eyes roll back. Gushing all over her fingers. Her eyes look down, looking at the white substance. "You, my girl. Are just one sexy thing huh?" Your head rests back out of breath. "You're sexier."
Weeks pass. Things were back to how they were a few months back. Everyime something beautiful happens it gets ruined and by what? It was eating at you. Was it you? What was going on. You wanted to ask but that'd just opened room for her asking what had happened that night. She had asked the day after if you wanted to talk about it but you declined and said it wasn't important. Maybe you should've told her. You didn't want her freaking out or even saying- 'I told you so.' But when she notices your strange behavior over the last few days its making her want to know more.
The other day.
You had just woken up, making some food, when you hadn't heard her come in. You had on her t-shirt and some underwear, humming away to yourself. When a hand touches your thigh, the same thigh that she touched. You jump back, turning to look at her. She was about to apologize for giving you a fright, but then she remembered. She's done that dozens of times before. You always knew it was her and you always put your head on her shoulder. So when none of that happened she gets more confused. "You've been doing that alot recently angel, everything ok?" You're silent for a bit. "Yeah! Just didn't hear you come in." Such a lie. Even if that was true, she knew something had to be up with the way you reacted. "Okay.."
She thrusts into you slowly, it was all sweet. Everything was. The eye contact, the intimacy. Her thrusts soon speed up, wanting to get you to that bliss feeling. Loving how she always could. She was getting closer to. But everything in the room changes. She touches that sane spot on your thigh making you tense up and gasp. She hadn't noticed at first seeing as you gasp all the time. What was it with that thigh. It wasn't even because of Silvi. But for some reason she triggered it. Something happened ages ago and it was slowly coming back to you. Your hand wraps around her wrist.
Causing her attention to be on you, her brows furrow as she sees your discomfort. She would never ever want to hurt you in any way. "Too fast?" You think for a second, you had to lie you couldn't tell her what was truly bothering you. You then nod, her hand moving to your hip. Soothing any further discomfort. "Sorry babe."
She begins the lesson for today, writing on the board. After that one night things were still dry in the air. You honestly hated it, but it was probably all your fault all along. That's what you'd been telling yourself. But it wasn't all you. Billie was in fact distancing. It was the last thing that she wanted but she was falling hard for you. One half of her didn't care about the fact she was falling for someone so amazing. She loved it, and then the other half wondered if you could do better. When your in your early 30s she will be in her 40s. It didn't sound that bad but it was intense to think about. Let alone the fact she's still your teacher. Even if the year was ending for you this year, you wouldn't have to be as secret atleast.
This was her brain constantly, weighing out the pros and cons. But why should she, she knew what she felt was real despite all of that. But she cared too much about you. She just wanted you to be happy and she didn't know if that was with her. But she definitely looked good today. It made you miss how closer you were before the weird change. You hardly went over to hers anymore and it hurt. It really hurt. "Sorry I'm late." It was Silvi, she had been gone for over a month. You had no idea why. But you avert your gaze, feeling uncomfortable. Remembering that night so clearly. "That's alright, take a seat." Billie gives her a kind smile. Continuing to talk about today's lesson. When her eyes land on you, she notices that sane discomfort like the other night. All she wants to do is comfort you. But she had to stay professional.
She can deal with this afterwards. As the class nears the end she spots how you shift in your seat when Silvi walks past. Her brows furrow, now she was determined to figure out what had happened. Did she do something?
The car ride was silent. It was bugging the both of you but none of you say a thing. As the night goes on it proceeds to consist. Until she speaks up, finally. "You've been weird lately, especially that night that you came home strange from that party and you'd refuse to tell me what happened. And even the other night when-"
"Not now Billie please." - "So you admit something happened?" You stay quiet continuing to take your makeup off. "If not now when? Huh? You keep putting it off whenever I ask you if you're ok. I worry about you for fuck sakes." You turn around so fast. "Bull fucking shit. You've been distancing yourself again! I know damn well its not school. So what is it?" Now she's silent. "What, happened. At. That. Party." You turn to face the mirror. "If you won't tell me why you're distant I won't be telling you that." She was seething, you'd never seen her so angry before. But you didn't care you were getting annoyed too.
Then within seconds her hand Flys to your wrist, you jump getting a fright. She stops in her tracks. "She touched you. Didn't she." You Avert her eyes. "No." Hers squint, not believing that for even a second. "Did she?" - "Billie."
"Did she fucking touch you?"
"Yes. But I stopped it God, why are you so worried." Her brows furrow. "Because, you didn't give her consent to do that! That stupid bitch just thought she could do whatever."
"Why are you so worried when I stopped it." - "She could've pressured you." You shake your head. "Do you think I'm stupid or something?" She puts her weight on her left foot. "You know I don't think that." - "Again. Why are you so fucking worried when you're the only one I want touching me." The room fell silent, a slight need creeping in the air. Her face moves, eyes locking into your own. Her feet move, but so do yours. Lips instantly crashing on the others. Everything grew heated. "Only one?" You nod. "Only one." You both say between kisses. "It's only ever been you." Those words fuel everything in her.
Backing you up out of the bathroom and onto the bed her kisses trail down your neck, down to your cleavage. She takes all that you were wearing off, seeing you all. She then takes her clothes off, leaving you in awe about the special moment that was about to happen. Just you and her, closer than ever. When her cunt slots perfectly into yours you both let out a long well needed moan. This was all you ever wanted, it's all she ever wanted. To have you close in this way. She moves against you, her body moving closer to your own as your breasts touch. Her lips meet yours as she kisses you.
It was the sweetest kiss ever. Full of every emotion. As her movements pick up she pulls back loving how this all felt. "I love you." You were taken aback for a second. But that soon goes away. "I love you." You then reply, she was so happy. Your hands go to her face. "I'm inlove with you." Her heart melts, that's all she ever wanted. She just had no idea if you'd feel the same. "Together." She says softly, putting loose strands of your hair away from your face to see you better. You nod as she picks up momentum, feeling that amazing feeling building up. She feels it too, she feels it all. And with one last move of her hips your both gushing against one another.
You grab her face going to kiss her again, both smiling into it. She lays back on the bed, holding you in her arms. "Why I was distancing honestly had nothing to do with you. It was just my fucked up brain scared I'd ruin things and I nearly did." Your hand rests on her shoulder as you're both on your sides. "Bills. You could never ruin things, I think I've loved you for a very long time, but I too, was afraid. I'd never want you to feel like you had to choose me." She shakes her head. "I'd choose you in a million life times, over and over again." Her hands hold your face. This whole moment was just perfect. It was good to clear up things and communicate. Her eyes wander to your thigh. "I hope you know you can tell me anything at all. I'm here for you, always."
You nod as she says that. You trust her, which was hard for you. You thought this whole school would change that and it had. All because of her. You grab her hand moving it to that exact thigh. You let out a small breath as she watches your face, scans it. Her thumb moving over it soothingly. "Did something deeper happen to you?" You look at her. Thinking for a moment. "Nothing you need to worry about."
Except there was something deeper. Massively, that you knew youd have to tell eventually. And you would. Youd tell her everything. She was now your everything.
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Ford x Reader dating headcanons, some are like POTs specific and trans masc specific
When you first start dating, he has no idea what he's doing really, he starts showing physical affection in very awkward ways like ruffling your hair and just sorta grabbing your arms and giving you random hugs
He's very paranoid about Bill hurting you, so he doesn't let you sleep in his bed with him for the longest time, but he won't tell you why
Once, you fell asleep in his lap and when you woke up he was gone, but you were tucked in nice and neat. When you went looking for him, his bedroom door was locked.
He's insecure about holding your hand, especially in public, worried about what you'll say and what other people will say
His hands are nice and warm to the touch, they feel very soft
He's very insistent that you get up slow so you don't faint or fall, and he keeps you steady when you get dizzy
Normally he doesn't like to be bothered when he's working but he likes it when you sit with him and just exist near him
He's very sensitive to your dysphoria and relates to it, he makes an extra effort to ensure you don't experience it because of him
He likes to read the things he's writing out loud and narrate his research when you're around
Once, you had a very strange dream with him in it, but he won't admit that you'd somehow shared dreams because he has no idea how it happened
He mumbles a lot in his sleep, a lot of sad and confusing things, if you ask about it he just brushes it off, he doesn't want you to worry
He loves hearing about your dreams, he's very invested in whether or not a "triangle guy" features in them
Sometimes, after a rough night of no sleep, he asks you to read to him because he finds your voice very calming
He falls asleep on top of books often, and in your lap or with his head nestled on the crook of your shoulder, he's a very light sleeper
He's up late often, studying and working, you like staying up with him, to which his response is to begrudgingly go to bed just so you'll go
He has very strange hygiene habits, burns his beard off instead of shaving it, he washes his hands and uses hand sanitizer on them before he eats, he wears gloves to cook
Once you asked him to trim your hair and he just kinda burnt the excess off, he took you to a barber afterwards and paid for them to fix it, he was horrifically embarrassed when you explained what happened to the barber
Sometimes you shower together, in a nonsexual way, he helps you clean your back and hair, normally he takes scalding hot showers but he turns the heat down so you don't pass out
He takes you on a date in the alien ship and holds you while he uses the magnet gun to slide you both down
He excitedly shows you everything, including the deactivated security bots, he accidentally reactivates them while knocking on them and assuring you they're "perfectly safe"
He stands in front of you and you hide, he knows you can't control your heart rate, and you both make it out unscathed
If you get into an altercation with any anomalies he immediately jumps to take the hits for you, to his own detriment
He's embarrassed accepting help from you to treat his wounds, but he sits still, biting his tongue if anything hurts and never letting you know
He always has an extensive first aid kit on him when you're around, and he likes to keep track of your meds, but he won't bug you about them if you don't want him to
He tests out pet names on you, recording your responses to them, he called you sugar plum once, never again
He likes to call you dear and dearest (and babe, although a bit awkwardly) in public
He calls you dove, starshine, beloved, honey, and bunny in private, he slipped up once and Stanley never let it go
He teaches you how to shoot, and makes sure you're carrying protection on you whenever you go out, usually his modified bear spray
He refuses to text so you're always receiving random calls from him, they're typically never about anything important, he just likes to hear your voice and know that you're okay
He gives you his coat when you're cold and when you trip and fall or become harmed in any way he worries incessantly, he treats all your wounds very carefully and says everything he's going to do before he does it, always asking if it's okay
He smells like pine needles, smoke, pen ink, and generally has a nice outside-smelling musk about him
He has dozens of coats, turtlenecks, and sweaters, he lets you borrow them whenever you want, they always smell like him
He forgets to take his coat and boots off around the house, he wears socks with cat patterns all over them
When you argue he tends to pace a lot, he's very stubborn and has a hard time seeing when he's wrong
He can get a little possessive and protective at times, and you argue about it, eventually he concedes, knowing you're right
One time you came home very late at night and he was out looking for you, Stanley stayed behind knowing you'd come back, he tells you his brother really cares about you and he's rarely ever seen him so worried
Stan warns you not to break Ford's heart, if you ever tell Ford about this, they argue about it
Stan and Ford argue and fight a lot, but they're very close, and they try to not argue in front of you
Ford is awkward around his grandniece and grandnephew, but you can tell he cares a lot about his family and he makes an effort to make sure they like you too. Mabel is obsessed with your relationship, it gets to be a bit much at times.
The end :D
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hi bug! you are one of the best writers on here. I love your work! I was wondering if I could request eddie and shy!reader watching a scary movie? maybe itâs early on in their relationship and sheâs afraid that heâll think sheâs a baby if she says no, even though sheâs pretty freaked? I love their dynamic!
ty lovie! hope u like it!! â eddie (the local freak) loves you, horror movies, and halloween, in the order. you (the scaredy cat) just love eddie. (new relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort-ish, 1.7k)
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Orange lamplight illuminates the dark trailer. You squint at the brightness, still curled up on the couch and missing Eddieâs warmth. Heâs too busy rifling through his collection of VHS tapes beneath the TV stand, searching for a scary movie within a sea of scary movies.
Heâs giddy like a kid on Christmas despite having seen all of them a thousand times over. But, then again, the Halloween season tends to be like Christmas for metalhead freaks like the one you love so dearly.
âOkay, Texas Chainsaw Massacre or The Exorcist?â the boy offers when he rises again, chestnut curls as wild as the bright beam on his face. He stands in front of the small television where red names scroll against a black screen and holds both options in eager hands. âWhich one do you wanna watch next?â
You shrink inside yourself at the sight of both tapes. On one, a screaming girl â on the other, a masked man with a weapon. Your organs writhe with a fear most irrational. It runs ice-cold through your veins.Â
You pull the woven blanket up to your chin and shrug, feigning a nonchalance despite your tightening chest. âWhichever oneââ
ââAnd donât say whichever one I want, alright? You always do that,â Eddie interjects, all boyishly harsh compared to how softly you had spoken. His playful grin hasnât yet left him, though, and even in the dim lighting, his dark eyes still sparkle when they look at you.
You cower again, more visibly and with a different emotion this time.Â
The corner of your lip quirks with a poorly hidden smile as you peek at the boy from beneath your lashes. âI donât mind, Eds. Seriously,â you assure, still quiet in your way.
He pouts like a child, features scrunching in a childlike disdain. âBut we always do the stuff I wanna do! You never have an opinion on anything. Itâs always just, like, âwhatever you want, Edsâ or âIâm good with whatever, babeâââ
You laugh at his obviously poor imitation of you.
The bubbly sound makes his smile widen.
ââYou donât have to be so sweet all the time, you know? You can be a little mean to me. I wonât mind, I promise.âÂ
Itâs in his nature to make dumb, dirty jokes at arguably the worst times â especially with you, âcause he loves watching you get all flustered about it. But he thinks if you ever got the least bit assertive with him, heâd turn into a puddle at your feet.
âItâs because I donât really care what we do,â you confess, warm with the blushy pink feeling he stirs in your chest. âI just like being with you, you know?â
Eddieâs stomach whirls. Heâs too metal to let it turn him to mush.
âAs cute as that is, youâre not sweet talkinâ your way outta this one, princess,â the boy retorts with a scrunched nose and twinkling eyes. âPick.â
Too indecisive and too in love with the boy standing before you, you whine, âEdsâŠâ
âBabe,â he grouses to match your pouty tone. His socked feet scuff against the carpet when he walks the short distance to you. âCâmon. Youâre killinâ me here.â
A staring contest ensues, each of you stubborn and playfully serious with it.
Itâs embarrassingly brief.
Itâs hard for you to stare too long at Eddie before you get completely lost in him. You too quickly realize that heâs real â that heâs looking back at you and that he loves you â and you feel a bit like your feet have been pulled out from under you.Â
Stern, but still gentle, you cave. âTexas Chainsaw Massacre.â
Eddie beams when he gets his way.Â
âSee? Was that so hard?â he teases quietly, bending at the waist to kiss you.
You tilt your chin to meet him halfway. Itâs instinct at this point, like heâs got his own gravitational pull. His breath smells like warm nicotine and buttery popcorn as it fans against your chin.Â
He pulls back before you can reach him, though, and your fluttering eyes widen at the sudden refusal.Â
You find Eddie already squinting down at you.Â
âAre you just saying that âcause you know itâs my favorite?â he interrogates lowly.
âMaybe I like it because you like it,â you argue, too soft to be as serious as you seem. âEver thought of that?â
âYouâre too sweet for your own good, you know that, right?â
Your playfully taunting gaze gives way to a more genuine grin. âNow, I do.â
Eddie leans in to kiss you. For real this time. Itâs a fleeting peck that leaves you grieving. His plush lips press pink against yours for one moment, and theyâre gone the very next.
The couch dips beneath his weight when he plops down beside you. He coaxes your folded-up legs onto his lap with an urging hand on your knee.Â
âOkay, how about this,â he offers with rosy lips so suddenly kissable. âWe go down to Family Video â bother Steve for, like, ten minutes â and you get whatever movies you want instead of the old shit we have here. My treat.â
Your chest warms. Youâd follow Eddie blindly for the rest of your life if he let you. Youâd do whatever he wanted and not think twice about any of it. It feels nice to know heâd do the same for you.Â
âAny movie?â you press, soft with a girlish giddiness you fight to keep hidden.
âYeah,â the boy scoffs like itâs obvious. Then, in a vaguely posh accent, he assures, âWhat my lady wants, my lady shall get.â
You grow so suddenly sheepish, shrinking inside yourself like you always do when youâve got something to say but lack the confidence to put it into words. Itâs dumb to get nervous about it, and you know this, but you donât want Eddie to think any differently of you â not for a moment, not even in the most innocent way.
âDoes it have to be scary?â you wonder with a scrunched nose and a bashful gaze that doesnât quite meet his.
Eddie falters for a moment. Not because itâs a big deal, but because he thought you liked horror films â that you both had that in common.Â
âWellâ I meanâ No. Itâs justâ Itâs October, you know? So, I thought scary movies would be more appropriate. âTis the season or whatever.â
âI think I just need a break for a bit,â you confess with a wavering smile, picking tiny balls of cotton from the blanket with a fidgeting hand. âEspecially after that last one⊠It was pretty scaryâŠâ
Eddieâs blood runs cold. Too clouded by the haze of puppy love, he thought you were having just as much fun as he was. He thought you were clutching his arm and digging your nose into his shoulder because you wanted to be close to him.Â
Because heâs an idiot.Â
Realizing that youâve been scared out of your mind for the past several hours feels a little like a knife to the gut.Â
âI thought you liked scary moviesâŠâ Eddie quavers with pinched brows.
âI like them because you like themââ
âBabe!â he exclaims suddenly, as though offended by how much you love him.
âWhat?â
âThatâs, likeâ Thatâs totally not cool!â he gapes in a boyish outrage. âThat means Iâve been, like, fucking traumatizing you this whole time!â
You canât help but giggle at his dramatics. Youâd been scared, of course, but it hadnât been all that extreme to you. âItâs okay, Eds. Itâs not that seriousââ
âYes, it is!â he retorts firmly, with wide eyes and a stern nod. âIf I knew you werenât into them, I wouldnât have forced you toââ
âYou didnât force me.â
ââTo come over every weekend and watch them!â
âThatâs why I didnât wanna tell you, Eds,â you admit with a shy, halfway-forced giggle.
He goes quiet again. ââŠWhy?â
ââCause I was scared you wouldnât wanna hang out with me⊠I mean, what kinda girlfriend would I be if I was too much of a scaredy cat to watch stupid slasher films with my boyfriend?â
âWell, thatâs justâ thatâs just not true. I just meant that we coulda been doing other stuff together,â Eddie affirms, gentle but in the overtly firm Munson way. A chuckle sputters from his lips as his palm squeezes your knee, warm and reassuring. âStuff that wasnât scaring the absolute shit outta you, preferably.â
You donât know what to say, so you just laugh.Â
Eddie smiles back at you, mostly because itâs terribly hard not to, but he grows suddenly somber again.Â
âSeriously, babe,â he presses, leaning closer so you canât duck away from his sparkling gaze. His chocolate eyes are dark enough to drown in. They flit between both of yours. âYou gotta tell me shit like this, okay? Youâre not gonna hurt my feelingsâ or, like, make me like you less or whatever. Thatâs pretty much impossible, I think.â
Your stomach does a backflip. It unleashes a thousand butterflies that flutter relentlessly against your ribcage. âYeah?â you press softly and with a shy smile you try to keep hidden.
âOh, totally,â he answers without thinking twice. âOur friends are idiots, but theyâre rightâ Iâm so fucking whipped for you, itâs not even funny.â
That joke was only halfway gratifying when it spilled from Steve or Dustinâs mouth. Hearing Eddie say it â with his nose mere inches away from your own and with his cigarette smoke and candied breath entwining with yours â itâs that times a thousand. A million, even.
âWell, maybe a little,â you tease quietly in return.
Eddie shrugs with a jutted-out lip. âJust a bit, I guess.â
He might as well be telling you I love you. It feels like he is, in his own special way.
âAre we still gonna go to Family Video?â you wonder aloud when the silence becomes too heavy to bear.
âOh, yeah. Youâre getting whatever the hell you want, alright? Iâll buy out the whole damn store if you want.âÂ
He only has mere dollars to his name. You know this, too. But he says it with so much hubris that it feels just as real, anyway.
Beaming fully again, you joke. âAre we still gonna bother Steve while weâre there?â
âYes,â Eddie answers with a single nod and a deadpan, like heâs offended you would even ask. âThat answerâs always gonna be yes.â
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can i request killer sans x a reader that has body dysmorphia and bc of that they keep stressing themselves out w diets and working out and killer helps them out? tyyyy if u do <33 want to let yknow i also love ur writing!!
I hope this meets your expectations! I myself didn't ever have body dysmorphia, yet I tried my best to write this as accurately as I can.
Also, obviously not canon Killer bc canon Killer wouldn't give a fuck about anyone.
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He never understood why you always stressed yourself because of diets and daily hours spent at the gym. And he never will, because for him, your body is already perfect no matter the chub on your body.
Yet you didn't think the same, and that bugged him, a lot.
Seeing you practically starve yourself willingly to fit in the society's views made him mad. He saw you always check the calories of the things you bought- leaving things you loved just because it'd make you "fat" in your eyes. It angered him.. watching you worry about your body mass like it's a broken bone and not something that exists for a reason.
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You looked at the mirror again, barely seeing anything on the darkness of the room, your hands touching the soft skin of your almost flat belly. Your ribs and bone structure could be clearly seen being clenched by your skin, yet it was not enough..
"..I'm still fat.."
You frowned as you turned around and climbed back to bed, you've gotten sick and Killer didn't let you out of the house, that meant no gym, no working out, and he was the one preparing your meals and making sure you didn't forcefully throw up in the toilet. You had no idea how he convinced Nightmare to let him have quicker missions so he could come home, yet he didn't bother explaining to you.
The sound of a door opening and closing could be faintly heard, followed along with footsteps of the person you already expected. Turning your head your eyes met with Killer's empty sockets, a plastic bag in his hand which he put on the nightstand before sitting down on the bed and kissing your forehead.
"How are ya feeling babe? Better?"
"mm... A bit.."
Your lips mumbled softly seeing him smile, grab the bag and put it in front of you.
"Damn it's dark in here huh? No idea how ya can see anything!"
The skeleton jokes standing up and approaching the window blinds, your hands fell inside the bag taking various chocolates, sweets and snacks from it. As the sun light suddenly shined through the window, you turned a package of cookies around to check the calories on the back, only to notice everything except the expiration date was scribbled in back, no numbers or ingredients that always worried your head were visible.
"Don't worry, made sure none of these have something yer allergic to."
He assured stretching his back and getting his jacket off, tossing it somewhere inside his side of the wardrobe and jumping face into the soft mattress of the bed, letting out a tired sign before turning his face to you.
"Killer.. I..."
You paused.
"..Thanks.."
He smirked sitting and covering half his body with the warm sheets, sticking his hand inside the plastic and grabbing a packet of crispy fries, opening it and quickly stuffing a whole bunch inside his mouth.
"mm, no problem babe, love ya."
His socket winked at you as his fangs crunched the fries. Your hand slowly opened the package of cookies and took a relaxed bite out of it. Maybe covering the calories of what you eat isn't a bad idea..
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Love Lies Bleeding is the story of a gym babe falling for a chain-smoking butch, murdering said butch's abusive brother-in-law, and the two dealing with the chaos that ensues. It features oral sex, injecting stuff into butts, and Ed Harris eating a bug.
In other words, a near perfect movie.
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i have been a away for a bit and i come back to see you have reached 400 followers!!!!!! CONGRATS BABES YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH
peter (obv) and "so...do you actually like me-." "we have been together for 4 years. we're getting married next year. what the hell do you think?" - đ
Old And Gray With You
âź tasm!peter parker x f!reader
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âź summary: with your wedding a year away, your mind swirls due to insecurity, but peter is there (like always) to help you through it.
âź warnings: anxiety, marriage, kisses, reader has hair (no length specified), fluff asf.
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The show playing in front of you was the last thing on your mind. Your fingers were messing with the engagement ring on your finger, a common nervous habit youâve picked up since Peter asked you to be his.Â
A million thoughts were swirling around in your mind, mostly about the wedding. You knew it wasnât until a while, but still, you couldnât stop your mind from thinking on its own. Marrying Peter was never a doubt in your mind. You loved him with your entire being and you would marry him tomorrow if you could. But would Peter feel the same in a year when your big day finally arrived?Â
His hand on your thigh suddenly became very heavy as anxiety bubbled in your stomach. The air around you felt like it was constricting your ability to take a deep breath.Â
At the beginning of your relationship, Peter let you know that heâd rather you talk to him about issues rather than keep them locked away. He knew your tendency to overthink affected your life, so to ease both of your worries, he reassured you that heâd keep an ear open for you to talk to. You decided that this was the perfect time to talk, but having the courage to do so scared you.
Peter knew something was off even before you realized you needed to talk about it. His ability to focus on you with his heightened senses came in handy for situations like this. The second you started fidgeting with the ring he got you made his awareness double, and as soon as he felt you tense, he was just waiting for you to say something.Â
And with a deep breath, you did, âSoâŠDo you actually like me?âÂ
Peterâs head whips around to look at you in an instant, not like he was paying attention to whatever was playing on the TV. He knew you would say something, but it definitely wasnât that. âBug, we have been together for four years. Weâre getting married next year. What the hell do you think?â He huffed a laugh at the end of the question, his hand moving up and down your thigh in reassurance.Â
You give him a sheepish smile in response, your face warming at his response. âIâm sorry. I didnât know what I was thinking,â youâre embarrassed for even thinking that. A wave of shame washes over you.
âHey, come here,â Peter opens his arms for you to scoot closer to him, your head resting on his chest while his arm wraps around your shoulders. âDonât feel sorry for anything your pretty head comes up with,â he whispers into your hair, âIâm going to be with you for forever and ever, and I promise you that.âÂ
You tilt your head up to look into his eyes. The beautiful brown eyes pull you in, but you donât mind. If you could lose yourself in Peterâs eyes, you would do it and never complain. Leaning in, you press a warm kiss on his lips. He smiles into the kiss, his arm wrapped around you pulls you in closer. âLove you, Pete,â you mumble. Your words make Peterâs heart explode.Â
Pulling away for a breath, his gaze falls over your flustered features, âI canât wait to be old and gray with you.â
âź author's note: hi đ anon! good to see you!! thank you for this request:) i have a bash going on for those who don't know!! come join us! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support my work:) ok, bye ily <3
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labyrinth
â leon loving you in all the ways you deserve, a blurb
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you donât know why your surprised.
not much surprises you with men these days, the way you were treated in the past is a true attest to that. but ever since you met leon, he made you forget all about the people before him.
all the people that hurt you and let you wither away, let your spark and flame die within you. he grabbed you for himself, lighting that flame again.
you come to him every single time something is bugging you, he lets you look at his phone when you feel somethingâs off. he holds you in his lap like your the most precious thing ever.
he didnât know how he veered so far deep within you that he was lost. you were consuming in the best way possible. making him question who could treat you in such a way that made you this untrusting person.
a person who had so much kindness to offer to the world and no one to accept it. but he accepted it. he did gladly, even when you were having the hardest time trusting him, when you were trying so hard not to be the person beneath that was ugly and untrusting.
he would press kisses into your hairline, whisper sweet words and reassurances to you until the sun set. heâd do it until his last dying breath if it meant you were happy, if it meant you were loved.
you fell in love with him, something you didnât expect to happen after 3 months of being together but you did. you felt so strongly for him that it swallowed you whole, making your brain swim with just thoughts of him and only him.
his kisses and touches only burst your heart with more love, every word he said made you weak. made you want him more when you already had him. your brain bursting at the seams and trying to find the right words to convey your message.
you were scared, lovers in the past had made you a different person; afraid and unlike the person before. but you knew he needed to know. you needed to find a way to promise your love to him. not just with actions, but with words.
one day, you let it slip. you had a whole thing prepared. had rehearsed it in front of the bathroom mirror even. but when you went over to his place and he had candles, roses and takeout waiting for you. you let it slipâŠ
âi love you.â
he seems to blink at you, his movements pausing as his heart swells. he feels like he didnât hear you right for a moment, but he knew what you said.
âyouâŠdo?â he says softly as he looks over at you, his soft blue irises trailing over your features with precision and delicacy.
you nod, tears streaming your eye-line. he comes across the apartment, meeting you with just a few steps, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you. your heart and his beating at the same fast and unpredictable pace.
âi love you too.â he whispers against your lips, almost melting at his confirmation for any doubts or worries that plagued you. he would always do that for you, be that rock and that lighthouse calling you home.
and he would never get sick of loving you.
an: must be the sap in me. jesus. feel free to repost, like and my asks are open. you can request blurbs, headcanons, oneshotsâŠor just ask me whatâs up. my masterlist and taglist are linked above if you wanna interact. iâm working on finishing two oneshots right now but my motivation is very low, so enjoy this for now my babes. kisses, xx.
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