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The Treville Fencing Academy
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#the three musketeers#alexandre dumas#look I ordered it for myself and it arrived today and it's SO cute#like I know I made it and this is shameless self promotion but also it's soft and fun#french literature#the musketeers#treville#athos#porthos#aramis#d'artagnan#captain treville#cardinal richelieu#trevillieu#hugo speer#musketeers poll#in hope this will reach the right audience#bbc musketeers
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boutique —minotaur
—summary: Your minotaur companion ruined your underwear after your speed date, so he makes good on his promise to replace them.
// AO3 // monster masterlist
—cw: minotaur x reader, smut (p in v sex), creampie, belly bulge, squirting, size difference, mentions of fantasy racism (I tried to stop myself from adding plot obviously I failed ok)
—wc: 2,2k
—a/n: part 2 of this! also I'm switching to shorter smut for a while, I watched the haikyuu movie yesterday and I gotta write sth for my stupid rooster head captain on my main.
You exchanged phone numbers after your little tryst in the bar bathroom.
And you’re content to write it off as a one-off fling until he calls you on Tuesday evening to invite you shopping — because he still has to make up for the pair of panties he ruined (and kept). You cannot contain your grin as you settle on the time and place, and you confirm you’ve received the text with the exact address.
Said address leads you to a fancy boutique. You glance down at your yellow sundress, wipe off the imaginary lint, and ignore the thought of being underdressed to shop in a place like this. You glance at your phone to double-check the address. It’s the correct building.
You nearly jump out of your skin when the front door of the boutique opens with a flourish and your minotaur companion greets you with a wave. Some pedestrians pause and stare, and you duck your head and hurry over to the store door, press past the minotaur’s body to escape into the building.
The interior is nice, fancy even: high, arched ceiling and tall windows, pillar with intricate carvings situated around the store, cream-colored walls with black shelves, black tables displaying merchandise. Sculpted models of bodies are erected onto said tables and shelves, a different monster everywhere you look. One table has a naga statue, a shelf has something with tentacles you can’t make out from the distance, and a third displays a sculpted orc lady. Her tusks are capped with gold.
Other than you, the minotaur, and the display bodies dressed in gorgeous lingerie, the store is void of life.
“Nobody’s here today,” the minotaur says.
“Oh?”
“I take care of the business part of running a business; my sister works with designers to order from. She also arranges models and sculptors for the display models.” He places his hands on his thighs, and runs them up and down once as if he’s nervous. “It’s just us today. I hope that’s okay.”
You nod, and let a small smile curl your lips up. The minotaur motions you along with the sweep of his hand, leading you through the showroom, winding around the displays — they’re gorgeous, obviously not mass-produced — until you arrive at a section with models of familiar build on the tables. Humanoid.
He follows a few steps behind you as you make your way around the tables, stop to pick a garment up to examine it, then carefully place it back. They’re gorgeous: lace-trimmed pieces, bejeweled pieces, crotchless pieces — your face heats up when you pick up a cute pink thong and realize it’s crotchless. The minotaur behind you pointedly looks away.
There’s a plush seat outside the dressing rooms and the minotaur takes a seat, and motions you towards one of the stalls. Though it’s much less like the bathroom stall from your previous encounter and more like a small but spacious room carved into the wall, separated from the store by a curtain.
You stare at the array of lingerie sets on their hangers and reach for the red one, fold your dress, and place it onto the long seat in front of the mirror.
The red… looks good. You twirl in front of the mirror, place your hands on your chest, onto ur thighs, onto ur ass, turn again and again and again. You… look good. It’s comfortable, too; the bra doesn’t dig into your skin and the seams on the panties don’t itch. You reach for the curtain and take a deep breath, then pull it back.
The minotaur looks up from his phone, lets it slide between his thigh and the chair armrest. Heat rushes to your cheeks but it’s way too late to back out, so you give him a slow twirl. He’s silent, staring at you, a closed fist pressing against his mouth. The silence stretches, drags.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You look amazing,” he says then, voice strained. Your entire face explodes in warmth and you nearly trip over your feet as you step back into the dressing room, yanking the curtain between you. “Sorry, I —”
“No, like… I wanted to ask why you approached me at the speed dating event.” You shrug off the red set of lingerie and place it on top of your dress. You slide the white set off its hanger and — oh fuck, the crotch area is just see-through lace.
“You’re gorgeous. I wanted to meet you.”
Your face might melt off at this rate.
“Well, I mean, humans have a… reputation, and attraction to anything non-human is considered sexual deviancy on a fetishistic level — as if anything other than straight vanilla sex isn’t also considered sexual deviancy. High school health classes were miserable enough and they chose to spread the propaganda spiel about how you shouldn’t fuck anything non-human because they’re below us. ‘Humans are the superior race’ or whatever — what a load of crock, how are you smarter than something with three heads and three times the brain?” The white bra is even better, makes your tits pop.
On the other side of the curtain, the minotaur chortles. “The amount of lectures we got about not hooking up with human women…” he huffs. “Sexual deviancy part matches up, though.”
“Oh? Were your reasons more interesting than ours?”
“Well, they liked to say human women specifically would use us for our cocks, then cry about assault and have their males skin and wear us… Men would wage war even if it was consensual because they think we’re below them.” You wince at his words. “History sure isn’t pretty, huh?”
“Yeah.”
You pull the curtain back and step out, do your little twirl for him. He hums appreciatively, motions towards the large mirror next to the dressing room. You step up and angle your body back and forth as he looms behind you, arms crossed over his chest. His biceps bulge through the button-up shirt he’s wearing. His heated breath caresses your bare back.
“Are those two the only ones you picked?”
“No, there’s one more.”
The minotaur nods and steps back to allow you passage into the dressing room.
Inside, you nearly keel over when you realize the last set has crotchless panties. But considering your companion has once already rearranged your guts in objectively worse conditions… You pull the curtain back to stick your head out.
“I’m not coming out in this,” you say and motion him inside with the jerk of your head. He adjusts himself and stands, and oh — you pointedly ignore the bulge in his pants as he slips through the curtain. He doesn’t stray far from you, stands so close you can practically feel the heat rolling off his body. Slowly, you turn to give him the full view of the piece, try and fail to ignore the shape of his cock through his pants, fuck he’s huge, stop when you can look at him head-on in the mirror again.
The minotaur raises a hand, drags his fingertips across your skin, leaves goosebumps in their wake, up your thigh, over the curve of your hip, up your stomach. He pauses at your breast, places his large palm over it, and pinches your nipple between his fingers. You gasp, press back against him. The beast in his pants rests at your lower back.
His other hand finds purchase on your hip, drags over the front of your panties. You slide your legs further apart and his breath hitches when his fingers find your uncovered cunt. They stall on your clit and you try to grind against them, pushing your ass against him even harder.
The minotaur pulls the hand on your clit back and you want to whine as it relocates to your upper back. He pushes you forward. You nearly trip, barely bracing your hands against the plush seat with your dress and discarded items. He undoes his belt buckle with one hand and when he’s pressing against you next, the tip of his cock drags through your folds. You press back, try to grind against him.
“So impatient,” he tuts, pressing against your entrance. You’re almost shaking from excitement — every orgasm you’ve tried to draw out on your own between now and your little bar bathroom rendezvous on Saturday has been okay but not nearly enough to be thoroughly satisfying. Your own fingers are good but there’s something about another participant, one whose actions you cannot control and who could do whatever they want with you has something in your brain short-circuiting. He could use you as his personal fleshlight and you’d thank him just for being full of his cum.
The minotaur slowly pushes in and fuck, you can feel him everywhere. You stifle the moan in your throat as he bottoms into you — fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s so big you swear you can see him in your guts when you look down — and he pauses, exhales slowly. He’s thick, warm, you can feel every ridge, every pulsing vein on his cock pressing against your insides.
He moves, pulls out nearly all the way, and thrusts back in as far as he can. It drives the air from your lungs and with it, a loud gasp. Your face erupts in heat and you look down, away from your reflection in the mirror. He sets a slow pace at first and you push your hips back against him, skin slapping against skin. It echoes in your ears over the roaring blood, lewd and wet the sounds your pussy is making, and you try not to focus on it, yet it permeates through you, bounces around in your skull. He keeps the pace and lets his hands run over your body, petting and groping and tugging. His fingers catch your nipple through the sheer lace of your bra.
You cum right then and there, clench around him with a moan from the back of your throat, arms shaking under your weight. He slows and you frantically shake your head.
“More. More,” you manage between choked breaths, push your ass against his pelvis. He speeds up, hands traveling again, exploring. One rests on your right hip, the other cups the underside of your thigh and raises it, thrusts in and you nearly shout when he hits something so deep in you but it feels so good, so full.
So good and too much. He’s too big, too deep. He picks up the pace, every ridge and curve of his cock dragging against your insides. Your pussy dribbles around him, accommodates for his size even though it feels like he’s about to split you in half but he feels so good, he’s so deep. Every nerve in your body is alight, fingertips buzzing, mind fuzzy. You cannot form a single coherent thought, let alone words, and find yourself babbling nonsense mixed with pleas for more on his huge cock as he pistons in and out of your ruined pussy.
Maybe, maybe, those fuckasses had a point when they claimed human women would line up to be fleshlights for monsters.
Your vision blurs with tears — he’s too much, too much for your sanity, for your sopping cunt, as if he’s rearranging your insides with every thrust to fit himself in and you welcome it, meet his thrusts halfway with erratic hips. His hand moves, your thigh clutched in his palm, dragging your legs even further apart. He’s deep, so deep and his cock touches something and you see white, squirt around his cock as the orgasm hits you. Your body is on fire, heat rolling through your cunt to your torso to your extremities. Your arms are shaking under your weight.
Your fluid splatters over his pants but he doesn’t even react, mutters something under his breath, and picks up to pace to chase his own high in your spasming cunt. His thrusts are brutal, thick fingers digging into your flesh, fuck, you can feel him in the back of your throat. His breathing is loud and labored and even then it’s barely audible over the smacking when your skin meets and the squelch of your pussy as he pistons in and out.
The minotaur grunts, digs his fingers into your flesh so hard you nearly shout, and buries himself deep into your pussy. His cock pulses — fuck, you can feel it pulsing, spasming in your cunt — and cums with a groan. He presses in further, as if he has any room left, cums and cums and cums. There’s so much it seeps out of your pussy, coats your thighs as it traverses the length of your leg as it surrenders to gravity.
Everything aches. Your skin is sticky with sweat and cum, yours and his. Your breathing is erratic, chest heaving to take in oxygen.
He pulls out slowly, stifling a hiss. Pearly cum dribbles out of your pussy, lands in the puddle on the dressing room floor. Your legs give out but he’s there, large, warm, secure hands on your waist to keep you from falling. He picks you up with ease, lowers himself onto the plush seat, and rests you on his lap. You hear his heartbeat thundering under your ear but yours is no better right now.
“Would you…” he begins after a moment, still panting, and pauses to swallow. “Would you like to go out? On a real date, I mean.”
“Even though mingling with humans is the fetishistic kind of sexual deviancy?” You ask. Your minotaur laughs. It’s a pleasant sound, you find.
“Yeah.”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
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Against Heaven and Hell~Yandere!Adam X Reader X Yandere!Lucifer
Hello, everybody! Welcome back to my Hazbin Hotel hyperfixation! Today I bring you a Yandere! Adam vs Yandere! Lucifer story. I think this one turned out alright but let me know what you think. As always, enjoy and have a great day/night!
Words: 1972
Warnings: Swearing, Adam being Adam, Car Crash, Contract Signing, Kidnapping
I bit my lip as I looked at myself in the full length mirror. The girls and I were going out tonight and I wanted to look my best. It had been a few months since we’d seen each other after all. I smoothed out my black and red plaid pants and fluffed my black dress shirt. Deciding I was presentable enough I walked to my kitchen. I grabbed my keys off the counter, put on my black bomber jacket and black boots, and walked out my apartment door. I locked the door behind me and continued my way to the elevator. Hitting the button for the first floor, I found myself tapping my foot as I waited.
Ding!
The doors opened and I walked out. I headed to the parking garage to the left of my apartment building and walked up the few flights of stairs to my car. Since I was the designated driver I made sure a few days before my vehicle was nice and tidy. I put on some tunes as I drove down several blocks before arriving near the center of the city. I parked on a side street and pulled out my phone, texting Ashley that I was ready for them. I scrolled through social media for a few minutes when there was a tap on my window. I looked up and saw Ashley, Shiloh and Tiffany standing there. I unlocked the doors and they all got in. “Hey, girl! Long time no see!” Ashley, sitting in the passenger seat, gave me a tight hug.
“It’s nice to see all of you too. Gosh, it feels like it’s been forever.”
“It really has. But no time is like the present as they say!” Tiffany piped up from the back seat.
We all nodded in agreement. “So, where should we go?”
“How about Tito’s? I heard they have a $3 special going on tonight.” Shiloh said.
“Tito’s it is then.”
With that I started the car and drove further into the city. We arrived at Tito’s around 7 pm and after parking the car, walked inside. The bar was quite busy that night with many couples sharing tables and others taking to the dance floor as a live band played. The four of us took to a booth across from the bar and ordered our drinks. The girls had gotten some classics like a gin and tonic, old fashioned and Manhattan while I just had my favorite soda. I was the designated driver after all. We sat and chatted for hours, and it soon was 10 pm and my friends were wasted. I struggled to carry all of them to the car as they giggled drunkenly, grasping onto me tightly. “Oh my god, Y/n! You’re so cute, you know that?” Shiloh said, giggling slightly.
“Yeah, yeah.”
I had to lean Tiffany and Shiloh against the back door as I struggled to put Ashley in. “Stop, Y/n! That tickles! Stop!”
I grunted as I managed to get her in with her seat belt on. Quickly I rounded to the back of the car and started to get Shiloh in. Tiffany slid to the ground and started to laugh uncontrollably. This was going to be a rough night.
It took about 15 minutes but I had finally gotten everybody in the car. I drove everybody back to Ashley’s apartment and started to unload them into the hallway. “Y/n, please stay. We can like have a big sleepover!” Ashley slurred.
“Sorry, honey. I’ve got work in the morning. But I’m sure Tiffany and Shiloh wouldn’t mind your company.”
I leaned down to the “Welcome” mat by Ashley’s door and grabbed the spare key. Unlocking the door, I dragged in all three girls. I placed Ashley on her armchair and Shiloh and Tiffany on the couch. Once I made sure they were all cozy, I snuck out before they could grab onto me. I made sure to replace the key under the mat before I walked back to my car.
The drive home was a bit chaotic. There were lots of people on the streets wandering around due to it being a Friday night and night life was hopping. I was placed out of my thoughts as my light turned green. I was in the middle of the intersection when suddenly my car was struck on the side by a much larger vehicle. I tried to regain control of the wheel as my stomach clenched, however, the car began to flip. I couldn’t even get a scream out as another car came and smashed into the front of mine. I could feel the car being slid across the road before slamming into a building. My head flew forwards and smacked into the wheel before flying back. My vision was doubling as I heard faint screams from the street. Just as my eyes began to close, I could have sworn I saw golden wings descending from the sky.
Before I even opened my eyes, I could feel warmth around me. It didn’t feel like a blanket or anything more like the Sun beaming down upon me. I slowly opened my eyes only to be blinded by bright light. Everything seemed to be overly saturated as I looked around and the gentle humming of violins filled the air. I sat up with a groan and held my head, a slight dull pain hitting it. What happened?
Suddenly, a set of double white doors flew open and revealed a tall, large man in a white, gold and purple robe, a demon looking mask on his face with black horns scraping behind his head. Beside him a smaller female with a black and white devilish mask, gray dress and white and black wings stood. “Ah good, you’re finally awake, babe.”
“Who are you?”
“Adam, first man. Autographs are extra, sweetheart. And this is Lute, my assistant.”
I just stared at him. What in the world? “Um, I hate to ask, but where am I?”
“You’re in Heaven, toots!”
“H-Heaven? You mean like Heaven and Hell Heaven?”
Adam’s yellow eyes rolled. “Duh! What other Heaven do you know of?”
My hands touched my chest and then my face. If I’m here does that mean-
“You’re not dead if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Then how’d I get here? I thought only dead people saw the Pearly Gates?”
Adam’s smile grew wide and the sight of fangs alarmed me. “I may have pulled a few strings to get you here. Please hold the applause. You can thank me later.”
“Um, okay.”
“I’ll give you a few minutes to collect yourself, but don’t keep me waiting for too long.”
He snapped his fingers and the two left. When the doors closed, I took a few moments to breathe. What exactly happened? All I could remember was driving back home from Ashley’s apartment, getting into a huge car crash and golden wings descending from the sky. Could that have been Adam? But then did he know I was going to get into a wreck? Could angels predict that sort of stuff?
I shook my head and stood up from the bed I was on. Looking down I was in a light blue medical gown and my feet were bare. Was I in a hospital back on Earth? “You almost ready in there, babe? It’s been a while.”
“C-coming.”
“Not without me I hope.”
I stopped before the door. Did he say what I think he said? Whatever.
I opened it and stepped out. “Finally. Now come on, toots. Let the first man show you around!”
Before I could say anything, he slung a tight arm around my shoulders, and we walked off.
Heaven wasn’t quite what I expected. It was almost like the city I lived in just without what would be considered sin. Every angel smiled and waved as the three of us walked by and it was almost sickening how happy everybody was. “So how do you like Heaven, babe? Does it surpass your expectations?”
“I guess. I wasn’t really expecting to be here. How did I get here again?”
“That doesn’t matter. The important thing is that we’re together! Especially now that you’ve got a real man in your life!”
“Sir, you said you’d hold off on that information.”
“Oh what’s the big deal, Lute? Toots will be stuck here anyway.”
I stopped walking and the two turned to look at me. “Stuck here? What are you talking about? You said I wasn’t dead.”
“Not yet. But as soon as my favor goes through then you’re all mine, sweetheart.”
“F-favor? Are you going to kill me?!”
“Eh, sacrifices need to be made. But I can assure you my dick is good.” He winked.
“Get away from me!”
I bolted as fast as I could. “Lute, grab her!”
I could hear the flapping of wings as I continued to run. Just as I was rounding a corner, I could feel myself falling. It wasn’t fast but more like floating back to Earth. The light around me dissipated into a grayness and I felt myself land softly.
My eyes flickered open and it took me a few minutes to realize I was in a hospital room. I sat up quickly and looked around frantically. I couldn’t see any angels around, so I leaned back in bed. A knock sounded at the wooden door and in walked a short man with blonde hair. He had on a white dress shirt and red tie, white pants and black boots. He stopped by the side of my bed and a pleased smile graced his lips. “Thank goodness you’re alright. I thought you’d never wake up. You were in a coma for a few days.”
“You are?”
“Oh, forgive me, where are my manners? Dr Morningstar at your service. You were in quite the accident, little lady.”
“What happened?”
“From what we were told it was quite the fatal car crash. I’m not sure how it happened, but it seems like Heaven willed it to occur.”
He grit his teeth when he mentioned the glorious upstairs. Odd.
He went back to smiling at me and I couldn’t tell if it was the lighting, but his eyes appeared red. “The most important thing is we get you better. I’m sure your husband is worried about you.”
“Oh, I’m not married.”
“I see.”
His gaze dropped to my hand and I became uncomfortable with how long it lingered there. “Well, I’d better let you rest. I’ll be back later to check up on you.”
He bowed and exited the room, closing the door behind him. What is with today?
Over the next few weeks Dr Morningstar helped me recover. My friends came and visited a couple of times which was nice. I was told I could go home at any time soon. It was late one night when Dr Morningstar came into my room. “Alrighty then Y/n, I have your discharge papers right here.”
He handed me a stack of paperwork. “I just need you to sign the bottom.”
“Of course.”
I did as he said when suddenly the lights started to flicker. The room slightly shook as Dr Morningstar suddenly summoned a cane with an apple on top. “W-what’s going on?”
“You my dear, just signed your soul to me.”
“W-what?!”
“I didn’t want to trick you like this I promise, but it needed to be done. Adam was getting too close to you.”
How could he know about Adam?
“The douchebag spilled everything to me, trying to make me jealous I guess. But sad to say, you’re now mine.”
He walked closer and I attempted to run but was met with a whack to the head. “Sweet dreams, darling.”
My eyes couldn’t quite process the six wings and horns that my doctor gained as they closed.
Everything faded to black.
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Blind date -W2S
words: 0.8k+
warnings: talk of past relationship and break up.
summary: Faith sets you and Harry up on a blind date, little did she know you already dated him years prior.
notes: hi my loves, I hope you’re having a lovely day/night. I apologise for the lack of posting recently, I’ve been so busy! But I absolutely love this idea. Enjoy!!🤗💘
Today I'm going on a blind date. I've never done anything like this before but it's been set up by one of my new friends Faith, who I trust not to pick a dickhead. I'm meeting him at an Italian restaurant that's just a ten minute walk from my apartment. I'm nervous but also quite excited.
I spent extra time getting ready and picking a cute outfit. Once I was finished I began the walk to the restaurant. I took a deep breath before walking inside. I'd arrived a little bit late so I assumed he'd already be there.
I looked around for a moment before my eyes landed on Harry, the boy I dated two years ago. It only lasted a few weeks and we were never actually official. We just wanted different things at the time so both decided to go our separate ways.
"Oh my fucking god." I muttered quietly to myself. I turned around, quickly pulling out my phone. "Surely this is just a coincidence?" I thought. I texted Faith to be sure. "Did you set me up with Harry Lewis?!" I asked, trying to remain calm. She replied quickly. "Yeah, he's Ethan's friend. Do you recognise him?" "We dated two years ago Faith! What do I do?" "Omg! Was it toxic?" "No, we just wanted different things." "Go talk to him then! Maybe this is meant to be." I recollected myself, maybe it is meant to be.
As I walked towards him I thought about how on earth I didn't know that Faith's boyfriend Ethan was also Harry's friend Ethan, who I hadn't actually met when we were together since we weren't that serious.
I knew Harry did youtube and Faith had told me that her boyfriend's name was Ethan but I obviously never connected the dots. I have also only known Faith for a few months and we met through a mutual friend so we haven't really discussed our personal lives properly.
Harry looked up and his eyes connected with mine. A look of pure shock and surprise spread across his face. He stood up, stumbling slightly. "Uh- I- y/n?" He stuttered. I chuckled nervously. "Hey, long time no see." His hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck. "Yeah... are you my date?" "I guess so. I'm friends with Faith."
He sat down and I sat opposite him. An awkward silence fell over us. "So- uh- how've you been?" He asked. "Pretty good. I officially live in London now." One of the reasons our relationship didn't work was that I lived to far away but last year I moved into my current apartment to be closer to work. "Oh, you do?" "Mhm, my apartments just ten minutes from here." I replied, fiddling with my hands under the table.
We ordered some drinks and the conversation started to flow. He told me about all of the major things that had happened in his life since I last saw him and we discussed his friendship with Ethan. When we were "together" we had pretty good chemistry, I was always laughing and smiling when I was around Harry and I was starting to feel the same things I felt two years ago as the date progressed.
While we ate our food we moved onto the topic of how on earth we ended up on a date together. "So Faith had no idea that you knew me before setting us up?" Harry asked before taking another bite of his pizza. "No, absolutely no clue." "That's... really strange." "I know, like out of all the people she could have chosen she picked you." "Did you ask her to set you up with someone?" He asked, head tilted slightly to the side. "Mhm. I asked if she knew anyone since the dating scene in London is really shit." He chuckled, "You're not wrong."
After eating our pizza we left the restaurant, just as the sun was setting. We stopped outside for a moment before I spoke. "Did you wanna come back to mine for a drink or something?" His eyes lit up slightly. "Yeah- yeah, I'd like that." I smiled. "Okay then, this way." I grabbed his hand absentmindedly.
"Uh- sorry." I apologised as soon as I realised what I'd just done. He smirked slightly. "Don't apologise." I looked up at him. His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips. My breath caught in my throat and my heart rate sped up. "I haven't ever liked anyone as much as I like you." He admitted. "Like, as in present tense?" I questioned. He nodded slowly. "Having dinner with you today made me realise how much I missed you." My face softened. "I missed you too," I whispered.
"So would you be willing to give us another go? You know, now that you live in London?" He asked hopefully. I smiled. "I'd like that." He placed his hand on the back of my neck, slowly bringing me towards him until our lips were just millimetres apart. I pushed myself onto my tiptoes, closing the gap. We both fell into the kiss, my mind immediately taking me back to two years ago as I realised I'd never really gotten over Harry Lewis.
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Fall in love <3
Requested?- Yes!! By the queen👑@bernardsbendystraws 🩷
Warnings?- Fluff
A/N- Guys with that last post called 'one month' it took me ages to write in third person so I will go back to first person for now :)
I was so excited for me and Matt's first fall together and so was Matt, it was his favourite season. Me and Matt had been together for around 10 months, they have been the best ten months of my life. Matt was so charming and loving towards me and everything in this relationship was going perfect.
It was officially the first day of fall, the 22nd of September. Matt is his happiest in the fall according to his triplet brothers.
I got woken up to Matt shaking my shoulder gently. My eyelids flutter open and look at Matt. His hair was a little messy, but he looked cute. He had no shirt on, as usual, and was wearing sweatpants hanging dangerously low.
"Good morning baby."
"G'morning." I mumble. I stretch my arms out and groan.
"D'you know what today is?"
"Saturday?" I guess.
"Actually it's Sunday, but it's the first day of fall!"
"Actually!" I point my finger upwards to make fun of Matt. I chuckle.
"Come on! We have a busy day today. I can't wait!" Matt jumps out of bed and heads for the shower. The door shuts temporarily and then opens again and Matt comes to my side of the bed and gives me a quick peck on my forehead. Before Matt re-enters the bathroom he does a small excitable jump. I chuckle to myself and then get out of bed.
I was all ready for the day and I was about to make some coffee for myself. There were quiet patters gradually getting louder coming down the stairs. I turn around and see Matt wearing an unbuttoned flannel with a white long sleeve underneath. He looked really good, and hot.
"You look handsome." Matt didn't answer and kissed me quickly and smiled.
I was wearing a grey sweater with some baggy jeans and Uggs to keep my feet warm.
"Don't make a coffee, we are going to try the new Starbucks drink."
"Really?" I said excitedly. The Starbucks was a short walk down the street next to some town houses.
"Really." Matt answered.
I ran to go grab my bag and purse, and then meet Matt at the door. He laughed at my eagerness. Matt grabbed both of our coats and handed mine to me to put on and Matt put his coat on. I opened the front door and waited for Matt to lock up. Then he took my hand and held it softly and started walking.
We arrived at the local Starbucks and headed indoors. It was lovely and warm, it was all decorated for fall. I could tell that matt was all for it. I ordered a 'Pumpkin Cream Iced Chai Latte', and Matt got a 'Pumpkin Cream Iced Oat Shaken Espresso'. I got my card out to pay but Matt swiped it straight off me.
"Matt." I whined.
"It's fine sweetheart, I got it. It's my treat." He said quickly before paying. He carried my drink over the the table and we sat opposite each other. I took my drink and had a quick sip of it. Matt chuckled at me.
"What?" I asked nervously.
"You're just eager-" Matt looked up at me. "And you have foam around your mouth." He laughed and leaned over the table to wipe it away from my face.
"I didn't realise." I laugh with him. Matt opened a straw, placed it in his drink and took a quick sip.
"That's good." Matt confesses.
"Do you want to try mine and i will try yours?" I said and Matt nodded in agreement. We switched our drinks and had a small taste. I was the first to react. "Ewww, that's so bitter." Matt laughed at my disgusted interraction.
"Yours is nice, but I like mine better."
"I disagree with that, yours is awful and mine is fantastic." i said and quickly switched the drinks back. I took a big gulp of my beverage to get rid of the strong taste in my mouth. "How can you enjoy that?"
"I don't know." matt answered nervously. I shrugged it off and continued drinking.
We both had finished our drinks but we were just talking for ages. Just talking about life, we do this before we go to bed. But we weren't in any rush today. Me and Matt were having conversations about maybe taking our first trip together soon, and we were talking about events coming up for matt and if I wanted to join. I would be joining him everyone of those events. I felt so open and comfortable talking with Matt, we were joking around, and Matt was saying something funny that nick did the other day. I couldn't contain my laughter through the whole story. We were both in fits of giggles.
"Do you wanna head back?"
"No, the day isn't over yet!" Matt confessed.
"What else are we doing then?"
"We are going to have a nice little stroll through the park. If that's okay with you?" Matt asked hesitantly.
"Of course that's okay." I replied.
We headed out of the small Starbucks and walked slowly arm-in-arm down the streets of our quiet town. Me and Matt haven't officially moved in with each other yet, it would be me sleeping over at Matt's and Matt sleeping over at mine. We never really had a conversation about 'living together' even though we kind of already did. But I knew that Matt probably never imagined moving away from his brothers, I just didn't want to upset him. And this would be the perfect time to just ask, it's not like we needed to be anywhere today.
"Matt." I began.
"Yes sweetie."
"I wanna ask you something."
"What is it love?" Matt faces me and gives me a warm smile.
"Do you..-like, wanna get a place together?" Matt thinks. "It's just...-like, we practically already do live together,..but just at each others houses. D'you get what i mean?"
"I do get what you mean,..and, I would love to be in our own home together. It's just..-I d'know about Chris and Nick."
"I totally get that Matt, it was just a question. It doesn't have to be now." I back up my question.
I can see matt's brain thinking, he is hesitant to speak again.
"Sorry, I shouldn't of had Nick and Chris as my first thought of moving out. I actually think it is a perfect idea,..to be honest."
I start blushing, at his thought out words.
"Okay, we can talk about it soon then?"
"Yeah" Matt smiles. "Anything for you." I start to blush even more.
We reach a park and it is around mid-day now. The park is surrounded with beautiful trees full with amber, brown and red leaves. There are some dimly lit rustic street lights down each path. There were small piles of leaves scattered around and we saw small children jump in them. It gave me a warm sense of well-being. I turn towards Matt and he is smiling softly at what is before our eyes. We saw small clusters of friend groups up and down the park enjoying the nice seasonal change.
Me and Matt walked for a few more minutes, still at a slow pace. Until we found a bench to sit on facing away from the local lake. I saw a small plaque in the middle of the back rest. Matt spotted it as well.
"I think when I die I would like a memorial bench, or maybe a tree." Matt says.
"That does represent you Matt, that is a lovely idea." I reply.
We sat in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes. I rubbed my hands together as they were feeling a bit chilly. Matt noticed this. He reached into his pockets and pulled out my gloves. I was a bit shocked and confused on why Matt had them in his coat pocket.
"I knew your hands would get cold eventually." He said.
"You know me so well." I smirked. I placed the gloves onto my cold hands and rubbed them together again. "Much better." I looked over at Matt. I rested my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around my waist. I felt so safe and secure. We stayed like this for a while, just stuck together.
An elderly couple walked passed, and the old woman looked us. She smiled softly.
"Oh Tim, look." She pointed in our direction. "Isn't that lovely. Just like us when we were young." Matt wasn't seeing any of this, his eyes were closed. He was relaxing. I smiled back at the woman and her husband and they walked on, arm-in-arm.
After a while Matt opened his eyes again. "Do you wanna head back now?"
"Yes please." I answered.
We stood up from the wooden bench and took each others hand and walked to the exit of the park. Me and Matt chattered a little bit on the way home. We were both a bit tired from the walking. I'm surprised Matt is though, he downed a cup of espresso in less than ten minutes. I still can't believe he enjoyed it.
We reached back to Matt's house, and we both already knew that I would be staying the night. Matt lead me to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. We both sat at the edge of the bed.
"Do you want to watch a movie later? Like-... after we eat?"
"i would love that." i lean in and give him a passionate kiss. "thank you for today, it might not have been the most eventful day, but I really enjoyed it." I went in to kiss him again. Matt pulled away.
"I'm glad,-...I also have a small surprise." He smirked. he got up from the bed and went out of the room downstairs. i just waited in anticipation. Matt came back into the bedroom with a box behind his back. "i got this for us, since you were begging for so long." He brought the box in front of him and then placed it onto my lap. I opened the box quickly and tore away the tissue paper carefully. Matt had bought us matching Hello Kitty pajamas.
"Oh Matt! thank you so much!" I put the box to the side, stood up and gave Matt another kiss.
"We can wear those tonight when we watch the movie."
"Yes!!" I agree. "Can we put them on now?" I ask.
"Of course, I didn't buy them to just stay in the box and look pretty." he joked.
I smiled and took my pyjamas and gave Matt his. They were Halloween themed and were bright orange. I loved them. I went to the corner of the bedroom and started changing. I felt eyes on me. I turned around and saw Matt smirking at me.
"See something you like?" I joke.
"Very much." he answers.
"Creep." I say and turn back around. When I finished changing I picked up my day clothes, folded them and placed them on the floor next to Matt's bed. I saw Matt had finished changing as well.
"Oh Matt! You look so cuddly!" I practically ran over to him and gave him a warm hug.
"Do you just want to cuddle until we feel hungry?" Matt suggests.
"Yes." We both climb into bed and hold each other in an embrace. We are facing one another and just smiling. I lean in and kiss Matt sweetly. Matt deepens the kiss, holds my waist and brings me closer to him under the covers.
After a while of kissing and cuddling, we were interrupted by a pair.
"Get a room." Chris surprises us.
"Technically we are in a room, and you're intruding." Matt spits back.
"Whatever, we want food. Can you drive us?" Chris asks.
"Are you hungry Y/N?" Matt says to me.
"Pretty hungry." I answer.
"Okay, lets go to Mcdonalds then." Matt says and gets out of bed.
The drive was nice, other than Nick and Chris fighting on what song to play. It was pretty funny anyway. That's what i get for sitting in the passenger seat instead of Chris.
We got our Mcdonalds and ate it in the car before Matt drove us back home.
We all got inside, Nick and Chris went straight to their rooms. matt faced me.
"Do you wanna watch a movie now?" he suggests.
"Of course." I accept.
I go and get a big blanket to share from Matt's room, and Matt gets some sweet treats from the pantry and fridge. I go to sit on the couch and Matt brings all of the snacks over.
"What a feast." I joke.
"What movie do you wanna watch?"
"Can we finish watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 1, and 2?" I suggest.
"Sure."
Me and Matt had been watching the Harry potter franchise together for the first time, and we both were really getting into it and enjoying it. I have always enjoyed fantasy, I was the one who got Matt into it.
We snuggled together and Matt put on part 1, I opened a bag of popcorn and rested my head on Matt's shoulder once more.
This was truly the best way to start autumn, and I am so happy that I got to have the best first fall with Matt.
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The Younger Kind Part 1 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: As a single dad trying to start dating again, Bradley feels like he's constantly running in circles. Hiring a twenty-four year old student to babysit should have made things easier, but no matter how hard he fights it, you're too irresistible to stay away from.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (eventually 18+)
Length: 3300 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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Bradley cradled his forehead in his hands as he leaned against the bar. He hated being interrogated like this. He knew it was coming eventually, but he really wasn't expecting it today.
"You need a babysitter?" Nat asked with vivid interest. "Who are you going on a date with?"
He groaned. "What makes you think I need a babysitter so I can go on a date? Maybe I just need a couple hours to myself."
Nat rolled her eyes. "Because when you need an hour or two to yourself, you always ask me if I can come over and stay with Noah. And I always oblige, because I am the best person you know. So this must be something else. Who is it?"
"Rebel asked me out," Bradley murmured, looking at his friend out of the corner of his eye.
"Rebel! She's only been at Top Gun for a week!" Nat said, eyes wide as she examined his face. "She literally arrived from Lemoore seven days ago, and she already made a move on you? Damn, some of these pilots are quick."
"She just asked me out for coffee. I only said yes, because you keep telling me I should start dating again!"
"Well, you should start dating again. But I figured you'd download an app, find some cute women and get your rocks off. Not go on a date with a coworker!" Nat said, exasperated.
Bradley just gaped at her as Penny dropped off two more beers. "I haven't done this in a while. Forgive me for not knowing precisely what you intended for me to do here, Nat," he said with a massive eye roll.
She turned her nose up at him. "You're forgiven. But you need to give me your phone," she said, holding out her hand.
"For what?" he asked skeptically.
"Just gimme."
Bradley handed it to her and she entered his passcode from memory. "Just don't order anything on my Amazon account, okay? I like my Hawaiian shirts just fine, and I donated all the shit you charged to my credit card last time."
"I'm not ordering you new clothes," she scoffed, tapping away on his screen. "I'm solving all your problems. Now look at me and smile."
Bradley glared at her instead as she snapped a few photos. "These look terrible," she mumbled under her breath as she switched to her own phone. "I have one where you look halfway decent... oh, here it is."
Then she was back on his phone again, and he just gave up trying to understand half of what she did when she wasn't in the air with him.
"Nat, I just don't know that I'll ever get serious with anyone again. Meredith kind of ruined that for me."
Nat was scrolling along on his phone as she said, "Meredith was a flaming asshat. I never liked her. The best thing she ever did was get pregnant with Noah and then dump you."
Bradley was back to cradling his head in his hand. He did not like thinking about the fact that his ex bailed on him and their son when he was just a few months old. It made him feel sick. And now he was partening alone, which was harder than anything he had ever done.
"Shit," Bradley said, checking his watch. "I need to pick Noah up from daycare. Give me my phone," he said before finishing the last sip of his beer.
"I'm not done yet," Nat mumbled, a frightening grin creeping across her face. "Just one more minute."
Bradley thought about texting Rebel and canceling their tentative coffee date. Nat was probably right about dating another aviator. He didn't even know her actual first name, and she only ever called Bradley Rooster. What the hell kind of weird date would that be like? Talking Super Hornet specs? Comparing tales of punching out and parachute deployments?
He listened to a rapid string of alerts from his phone. "Is someone texting me?" he asked, reaching for his phone. "That's a lot of alerts. Is it Noah's daycare?"
But Nat was holding his phone tight and grinning. "Not texts. Women. Women who think you are cute and like your dating profile."
His eyes went wide. "What the fuck did you do?" he asked, his voice deadly calm.
"Got you about ten dates if you want them. You're welcome," she said, handing his phone back to him.
He scrolled through all of the profiles on his screen. "What am I looking at exactly?"
"Well, here's your profile. I used the only decent photos of you in existence. And that's your bio."
Bradley squinted at the screen. "All it says is that I'm 36, a naval aviator, and I like working out. And I have golden retriever energy? What the hell does that mean?"
"It means you're energetic. They'll take that to mean in the bedroom."
"Jesus, Nat. Shouldn't I disclose important things? Like the fact that I'm a dad?"
She shook her head. "Not yet. That's second date material. They are going to want to size you up and see if you're a daddy before they need to know that you're a dad."
He shoved his phone in his pocket as he stood. "I don't have time for this," he grunted, pulling out his wallet and waving at Penny. "If I don't find a babysitter, none of this is going to make any difference anyway."
Penny took his credit card and then paused. "You need a babysitter for Noah? Mav and I can watch him if you need a break, you know that, right?"
Bradley sighed. "Thanks Pen. Yeah, I know that. I'm just looking for something a little more regular. Gonna try dating again," he said, glaring at Nat out of the corner of his eye.
"I might know someone who would be interested," Penny said, handing the card back to Bradley. "She's a student in her early twenties, I guess. Really smart and seems sweet. Noah would probably like her. She's in classes during the day, but she was looking to babysit at night."
"How do you know her?" Bradley asked, already hesitant to leave his kid alone with a stranger.
"She's renting a house on my street. I ran into her a few times, and we got to talking. She fed Luna, watered my plants, and got the mail when I took Amelia sailing."
Nat placed her hand on his arm. "I know this is a big step, but you could meet her first before you offer her the job."
Bradley stroked his mustache. "Any chance she would come over and meet me and Noah? So I can make sure she's not creepy?" he asked Penny.
Penny just laughed. "She's not creepy. How about I give her your number if she says she's interested in watching Noah."
"Sounds good," Bradley replied quickly, barely listening to Penny now. "I need to go pick him up. Bye, Nat."
"Don't forget to swipe through all your matches!" she called after him.
He just waved and made his way to his Bronco. Bradley always felt like he was running all over the place. As much as it bothered him to take Noah to daycare on a Saturday, he felt like he was losing his grip on his life. His friends rarely ever remembered to invite him to the Hard Deck, correctly assuming he wouldn't be able to go. But it would still be nice to be invited.
Everything felt impossible on his own. He wasn't getting enough sleep. As soon as Noah went to bed, it was a race to try to get every chore finished. Then he had to wake up an hour earlier to insure he had time to get Noah ready and dropped off at daycare on time. Every day was a damn marathon, and he really wished he could get some help.
He would never ever admit it to Nat, but he was lonely. Just the idea of getting to spend an evening eating dinner with a woman practically had him popping a boner. Having the chance to get to know someone again, get to have sex again? He couldn't think about it too long. He'd been spending so much time with his right hand and his imagination.
As he pulled into the daycare parking lot, he sighed. This was the reason he had forfeited dating. His son. His adorable, perfect son.
"Ready to go?" he asked, and Noach climbed up into his arms.
"Yep, daddy," he said, and Bradley carried him out after thanking the daycare staff.
"Let's get home and eat dinner," Bradley said, pushing Noah's dark curls away from his forehead and kissing him.
And this was the reason Bradley would only ever consider dating someone who liked kids and didn't mind dating a single dad. In spite of the daycare schedule, and the exhaustion and loneliness, Noah was his top priority.
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You were just getting back from class and unloading your books from your car when you saw Penny waving to you from her mailbox. As soon as you waved awkwardly with your arms full, she was heading your way.
"Hey, Penny," you said as she walked up your driveway.
"I wanted to chat for a minute. Is it a bad time?" she asked, eyeing up everything in your arms.
You nodded toward the house. "Come inside so I can set everything down."
She followed you in, already going on about someone named Bradley. "He's sweet, and he has an adorable three year old son named Noah. They are looking for a reliable sitter, and I know you mentioned an interest."
"Oh," you replied, dumping everything onto your couch. "This Bradley guy? He's not creepy or anything, right?"
Penny laughed. "He asked the same about you. He's very hesitant to let a stranger watch Noah, but I told him I'd give you his number if you wanted to contact him. Maybe you could just go meet them one day. He's not creepy. He works with Pete. And I swear Noah is irresistable."
You sighed. You really needed some extra income. And you loved kids. And you'd probably be able to study after Noah went to bed for the night. As long as this Bradley wasn't giving off weird vibes, you'd probably want the job.
"Okay, I'll take his number," you said, and soon you were adding Bradley Bradshaw to your contacts. "Thanks, Penny. Hopefully this will work out."
You got lost in your research for the rest of the day on Saturday, and purposely avoided returning texts from Greyson. He only wanted to see you when you were too busy, and he never wanted to see you when you had time for him.
"He's being a douchebag," you whispered as you scrolled through the idiotic things he was sending you.
Then you opened a new conversation and typed out a draft to this Bradley guy.
Hi, I got your number from Penny Benjamin. She told me you're looking for a reliable babysitter. Any chance you have some free time so I can meet you and your son?
It was late, so you decided to let it sit in your drafts until the following morning. But apparently it wasn't too late for Greyson, who was now asking if you wanted him to send you a dick pic.
You switched your phone to do not disturb mode after telling him that you would really appreciate it if he didn't send you one. Then you went to bed and dozed off fantasizing about dating a guy who acted like an adult.
It was so late when you woke up, you decided to skip breakfast and just make yourself lunch. When you switched your phone back to receive messages, you were flooded with a bunch, mostly from Greyson. Luckily there was no dick pic to speak of, but he'd sent you a bunch of nonsense while he was probably drunk or high.
Then you noticed the draft to Bradley Bradshaw, so you hit send on that one. You had a reply from him before you were even done making a sandwich.
Bradley Bradshaw: Yes, I am looking for a sitter for my son Noah. Penny highly recommended you. I can make time to meet you whenever you are free. Just to be clear, I want to make sure Noah and I are both comfortable around you before proceeding.
You rolled your eyes. A grown adult man should not be as concerned about you as you should be about him. But, you could see where he was coming from about the prospect of letting a stranger stay with his son. So you replied and started eating your sandwich.
I could stop by this evening to meet you both if you're free.
He wrote back quickly again.
Bradley Bradshaw: That would be great. Anytime after 4. I'll attach my address.
If this guy was creepy or if his son was weird, Penny was going to be hearing about it for the rest of the year.
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Bradley was just cooking dinner while Noah sat in his high chair coloring, when he heard his doorbell ring. "That might be your potential babysitter, bub," Bradley told him, kissing the top of his head as he grabbed a dish towel and headed for the front door while drying his hands.
But Bradley almost dropped the towel when he opened the door and got a look at you. As your wide eyes drifted up his body and landed on his face, you smiled up at him.
"Mr. Bradshaw?"
You were stunning. Beautiful, and so fucking young. He swallowed against the saliva pooling in his mouth. Oh shit.
"Uh, yeah. Hi," he managed, moving out of the doorway so you could step past him and into the living room. "Thanks for coming."
"No problem," you said with a shrug. "I'm looking forward to meeting Noah." You brushed past Bradley, and he closed his eyes. Your lip gloss was distractingly shiny. You smelled like beach grass or wildflowers. You looked like you were barely old enough to drink.
"He's in the kitchen," Bradley rasped, trying to pull himself together. "Back this way."
You followed Bradley through the house, and as soon as you saw his son sitting in the high chair, you went right to him.
"Hey, Noah! What are you coloring?"
"Dinosaurs," Noah told you, holding out a pink crayon.
"Cool. I love pink dinosaurs," you replied, starting to color a pterodactyl on the page next to the one he was working on.
"Me too. I like pink and blue dinosaurs the best," he replied.
Bradley watched you interacting with Noah. You seemed sweet, coloring each dinosaur the color he requested. When Noah mispronounced your name, you just laughed and told him he could call you that.
When you bent down to retrieve a yellow crayon as it rolled across the floor, Bradley got an excellent view of the backs of your bare thighs as your sundress rode up. He dropped the spatula into the pan, nearly burning himself. He was also nearly burning his dinner.
"Shit," he mumbled as you turned to smile at him before handing the crayon back to Noah.
"What else do you like to do? Besides color?" you asked.
Noah started telling you all about drawing with chalk and playing with bubbles outside. "I like snacks and movies. And hiking."
Bradley laughed. "By hiking he means walking around the block if I make it home from work before it's dark out."
"Oh," you said. "I can take you on a hike one day, Noah. I like hiking around the block, too. Maybe we can collect some things like rocks and leaves."
Bradley listened to Noah tell you about some particularly good rocks he had found last week, and you somehow responded in just the right way.
"You're in the navy?" you eventually asked Bradley, shrugging out of your denim jacket in the hot kitchen, giving Bradley a view of even more of your flawless skin. "Like Pete?"
He cleared his throat, mixing everything in the pan on the stove. "Yeah, I work with him. I'm an aviator."
"Do you want me to call you by your rank? Instead of Mr. Bradshaw?"
Bradley had to press his lips together, a little scared to know what hearing you call him Lieutenant Bradshaw would do to him. "You can just call me Bradley."
"Okay, Bradley," you said, and unfortunately that did something to him too. "You've got a cute kid. I think Noah and I could have a lot of fun together."
"How old are you?" The words were out of Bradley's mouth before he could rethink them. He almost sounded accusatory, but really he needed to know how bad it was that he couldn't stop looking at your legs.
"Twenty-four," you replied casually.
Jesus. He was twelve years older than you. But you looked even younger than that. Sweet. Too innocent.
"I'm in grad school for nursing," you continued. "I'm certified in CPR, and I can treat injuries. I know how to swim. I'm free every day starting at 4. You can run a background check on me if you want to."
Noah looked up at you and asked if you wanted to build blocks with him, and Bradley knew he already felt comfortable enough to leave his son with you while he went on a date with Rebel.
He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. He hadn't taken the time to figure out how to use the dating app that Nat installed, and he was being inundated with matches and messages. He also hadn't given Rebel, whose first name was Grace, a solid answer about when he could get coffee with her.
But for some reason, in spite of the laundry list of women from the app who were interested in going on a date with him, he couldn't take his eyes off of you.
"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Bradley asked as you built a block tower with Noah on the high chair tray.
"Oh, no. That's nice of you to ask, but I don't want to crash your meal," you told him over your shoulder. "Here, put this little block on the top. Let's see if we can make it stay," you told Noah, keeping your hands around the sides of the tower until he successfully set down the last piece. Then you tossed your hands into the air and cheered.
Noah turned and looked at you in surprise and you just laughed. "You're good at coloring and blocks?" He just giggled, and soon you were both knocking down the tower and starting over.
As Bradley scraped his half burned dinner onto a plate, he felt a little disappointed that you were grabbing your jacket and getting ready to leave. Noah looked a little sad, too.
"Well," Bradley told you, watching you gracefully shrug into your jacket, "you're hired if you think you can put up with the two of us."
You laughed and took a step closer to him. "Noah? He seems like an angel. You on the other hand?"
Bradley's eyes went wide, and you just laughed harder.
"Only kidding! I'm sure I'll be able to put up with both of you if you think you can put up with me."
You were young and beautiful, and for some reason Bradley wanted to feed you dinner, even though the food he made looked barely edible.
"I don't think that will be a problem."
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Roger's 2nd Birthday Story (part 1)
As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this
Let’s celebrate my lover, who devotes his life to researching Cursed Ones, for being born into this world.
As thanks for always giving me encouragement.
I’m determined to fight against despair alongside him and help him in his insatiable research.
Let’s hope that we can live together for even just a minute or a second longer.
I want to celebrate his birthday next year, and the year after…and many more years onward.
I was still holding on to these greedy thoughts when the day before Roger’s birthday arrived.
I’ve been in the kitchen since noon—
Kate: …Yep, I did a great job!
Roast beef, lamb chops, duck simmered in wine, grilled venison…
I did my best to make Roger’s favorite meat dishes.
Kate: And the cherry on top, this beer.
A bottle of barley wine was packed into a wooden box.
I was able to specially order this beer after discussing it with the bar owner.
—All because I wanted to celebrate Roger’s special day to the fullest.
Kate: …I hope this will make Roger happy.
Roger: What was that about me?
I turned and saw Roger leaning against the door with a smile.
Kate: What are you doing here?
(I even made sure he didn’t know I was making him dinner)
He couldn’t hold back his laughter when I froze in place.
Roger: Did you forget about my ability?
Kate: Ah!...Did you find out about everything I was doing today?
Roger: Who knows?
(He was definitely listening in!)
Kate: It’s written all over your face! Picking up on the noises a person makes is an invasion of privacy!
Roger: Can’t help it. My ears just happen to perk up at the noises you make. Guess this is what “love” does to you.
(...Sneaky)
When he talked to me like that, I felt so happy that my anger faded away.
Roger: Haha, you’re such a cutie wagging your tail. There, there.
Kate: Geez! I’m not a pet dog anymore?!
I found it hard to stop myself from smiling when he ruffled my hair with that hand I loved.
(It’s annoying how happy this makes me…!)
Roger: …You’re right. You’re the one that taught me about “love” and now you’re my precious lover.
The hand that was ruffling my hair stopped and slid down to my cheek. His amber eyes glowed in the soft light as they got closer.
Kate: Mnn…
The warm, affectionate kiss made all my annoyance and stubbornness disappear.
(...He’s being unfair again)
This teasing egoist.
It’s annoying how I always play into his hand—it makes me happy though.
Our lips parted and whispers sweetly, as if to coax an answer out of me.
Roger: So, what was my cute love mentor doing?
Kate: Well, since I’m done. Since tomorrow’s your birthday, we’ll be having a party with Crown. So I made you dinner as a way to celebrate beforehand.
Roger: Hm, thanks. These are all my favorites. Just looking at them’s making me hungry. It’s about time for dinner, isn’t it?
Kate: Yes, I was about to get you. I’ll bring these over to the dining room.
As I place the dishes on the wagon, Roger suddenly grabbed the handle.
Roger: I’ll push.
Kate: Huh? But you’re the birthday boy.
Roger: Don’t worry about it. It’ll be heavy with all this food so I’ll take care of it.
I’m moved by that boyish smile of his.
Kate: Then…please.
As he happily walked off, I trailed after him with a spring in my step.
However—
Roger pushed the wagon in a direction different from the dining room.
Kate: Um, Roger? Where are you going?
As I followed him in confusion, he turned and looked at me mischievously.
Roger: If all this delicious food’s laid out in the dining room, they might end up getting offered to Ellis and the others. I wanna enjoy your cooking in peace.
(A place to enjoy it in peace…wait, this hall leads to)
-- Roger: No one will bother us here. We can celebrate all we want without worrying about the others. —You’ll teach me how lovers spend birthdays, won’t you?
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Hiiiii, just wanted to say that I'm looking forwards to receiving the package I ordered from you!!! The tracking says it arrived in my city on Friday, so I hope it'll be here on Monday/sometime next week!! You and Sunjuicy/Cecilioque are the only Submas content creators I've bought from (and the only people I've bought from online by myself!!) and I was wondering if you had any other reccomendations? Thank you so much!!
Hello hello!! Thank you so much, aaah! I’m so happy that you wanted to purchase from me, and honored to be one of the few!! ;w; thank you!!!
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DESIRE
(Adam x Lute x Reader)
After you gave so much love to the first part of the series, I thought I'd post the second this week. A little more fluff this time, but the next part will be very spicy. Have fun with it.
Tags: @mournings-stars
Synopsis: Y/N just wanted to spend some wholesome time with her lovers but they had other plans.
Part 2 (of 3)
Part 1
Warnings: Language
Y/N straightened her shoulders and opened the bathroom door. "Yes, I'm ready," she said and let her eyes wander over Lute. She was actually wearing the dress she had just bought. It clung perfectly to her curves and Y/N had to avert her eyes. Even if Lute was an angel, she was made for sin. Damn, she was already thinking like Adam. He came up behind Lute and scrutinised Y/N. "Woah damn girls you look really hot" Lute just rolled her eyes and punched Adam lightly in the arm. Y/N also looked at her other lover and couldn't help but grin slightly. "Adam? Is that gel in your hair and you're wearing a jacket?" He just grinned and his nose coloured slightly pink. "So can we then?" Lute asked, a little more annoyed and held out his hand again. Y/N nodded and grabbed her handbag before the three of them left the flat.
Holding Lute's hand felt incredibly good. She looked quite petite, but her grip was firm and firm. Adam walked next to them and talked about a dog he'd seen the other day that had totally dragged its owner through the mud because it had seen another dog. "And then he dragged him all over the park. I really thought the ice cream was going to fall out of my hand I laughed so hard." His two girls just grinned at the story and threw in a few comments here and there. Once Adam started talking, he never stopped. Y/N thinks it's because he was alone for so long after Lilith and Eve left him. You could really feel sorry for him.
When she first met him, she thought he was just a jerk who was self-absorbed and reckless. Just like the high school jocks in the TV series on Earth. But after getting to know him better and seeing behind his façade, she realised that he longed for love and acceptance. Things he would never admit to, of course, but were very obvious when you knew him.
The three of them arrived at the elegant restaurant and quickly took the seats they had ordered. As they were all quite hungry, they immediately began to check out the menu. "Really a fancy place," said Adam and grinned at Lute out of the corner of his eye, "Yeah, you'd never have thought of such an idea, you Dickmaster." He just rolled his eyes and grinned behind the menu. God those two were cute when they weren't out for blood and fighting. Y/N thought about the little surprise she had in her handbag. When would be the best time to give it to them? Before dinner? After? She decided to give them the present while they were waiting for the food.
After a few minutes, a waiter came and took their orders. He also placed a glass of crystal clear fresh water in front of each of them. No matter how many times Y/N saw the food and gifts of heaven, it was still a mystery to her how everything could be so clear and clean. Every colour seemed brighter and more intense. Lute took a sip from her glass and then put it down. "Y/N darling … why are you looking like that? What's bothering you?" "N-Nothing's bothering me I… well" she took a deep breath "It's just that I have something for you both because today is such a special day." None of the three would ever admit to dating in public. What would people think if they knew it was a three-way relationship? Unfortunately, they didn't realise that they were so obvious that everyone already knew. Y/N reached into her handbag and handed her two lovers a small parcel each.
Curious, the two opened it and stared at the contents for a moment. The parcels contained a bracelet for each of them with the initial letters of the three of them. "I made them myself. The band is made of leather and the letters are made of silver." "That's really pretty," said Lute, her eyes taking on a warm glow. She took the bracelet and held it out to Y/N. "Will you make it for me baby?" She nodded and carefully put the bracelet on her. Adam was silent the whole time and just held out his arm. Y/N put the bracelet on him too. She had been wearing her own since she had left. Why didn't Adam say anything? Didn't he like it? Too cheesy? Too feminine? But she didn't dare ask, after all, she had her pride. Luckily, the food arrived and took the decision off her hands.
After the meal, they paid and went back to their flat together. "Kitten" Y/N turned to Adam. "We have a little surprise for you too" She raised an eyebrow curiously and Adam gripped the side of her waist and led her in the direction of the bedroom....
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Spoiling Belphie rotten (then Beel joins in because he can) Belphie x reader
⚠️MDNI⚠️
Hiii I'm back and here are the warnings (?): Degradation, praise, mommy kink, breast sucking, mention of lactation, breeding kink, yandere belphie, threesome, bj
Sorry if I forgot something, I'm still not used to tumblr's "smut culture" ajfhzhufude putting on those warnings feels more like I'm just tagging my smut. (But I guess that's ultimately the point?) Reader/MC is cisfemale in this one.
I still have no idea what I'm doing, in case you hadn't noticed. Hopefully I'm not making a fool of myself too bad aaaaaaa. Here goes.
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You were the only one who had the ability to wake Belphie up with ease. As soon as he heard your voice, his consciousness would spring back up. When you touched him, gently shaking him, his eyes would open on the spot. Although there was no magical or scientific explanation behind this, Belphie's brothers and even Belphie himself had now given you the task of waking him up everyday. Since you were the only one capable of such a feat.
But when it came to matters Belphegor wasn't interested in… he would give a hard time to you as well.
"Hnngh don't wannaa. If it's not for school what's the use?"
"Are you serious? Diavolo invited us for dinner, that's not something we get everyday. Also, we warned you not to sleep during the day today in order to avoid this exact scenario..."
"Hnnnghhhh."
Even YOU were at a loss on what to do now. Maybe you should really go without him… No. Lucifer had tasked you with this and you didn't want to disappoint.
"Come on, make just a little effort. If you do, I'll give you a reward after we come back."
Although you couldn't see it because Belphie was facing the wall, at that moment his eyes shot wide open. He took a moment to recollect his thoughts.
"Hmm… what kind of reward?"
Not really having anything particular in mind, you give him a standard answer. The kind that will inevitably become a big mistake later.
"Anything you want. You can decide- Oh but something that is in my power obviously aha."
You said that while sitting on the side of his bed. Belphie would always wonder how you could so casually just invade his space like this and not expect any retribution. A small smirk appeared on his face before he shifted sides and turned towards you, facing you.
"You're really oblivious and reckless, how cute."
He says with his cute little head laying on the pillow. Does he realize how painful it is for you to wake him up everyday when he looks so peaceful? So comfy in his bed that you sometimes get the urge to join him and go back to sleep.
"Wow, rude. Come on sleeping beauty, Lucifer will get mad if you don't hurry it up."
As expected, from there things go fairly smoothly. As soon as you all arrive at the castle, Barbatos takes you to the dining hall where Diavolo was waiting. He then shares some of the future projects he has in mind for the devildom hoping for the brothers' help as well as your own. You weren't really worried about what Belphie would ask you after you made it back home but the question did stay in the back of your mind throughout the entirety of the evening. Looking back, you really should've asked instead of brushing him off.
Well, wherever. Making your way back to the house of lamentation, all of you were carrying "leftovers" from the dinner but really, it was mostly just a gift for Beel. Diavolo knew how big of an eater he is and there's no way even a royal dinner would satiate this monster of a stomach he has. As you all left the food in the kitchen and let Beel devour it all, everyone started making their way back to their rooms. Everyone except Belphie.
"You're coming with me, right?"
"For?"
"The reward. Don't tell me you forgot?"
"Ah well, sure? I mean- I just didn't think that we necessarily needed to be in your room for you to ask something from me."
Belphie chuckles. Somehow it kind of gets on your nerves as you feel like he's mocking you. Well, no matter. Making your way up there, Belphie invites you to sit on his bed. Your back against the headboard.
"Um. Thank you?"
You feel your cheeks heating up. You always feel like you have to keep an "attitude" with him just as he does with you, but seeing how he has quite literally invited you into his bed, you're starting to have some *thoughts* you wish you weren't having right now. It wasn't like doing dirty things to him never crossed your mind but you weren't 100% sure if he ever had ideas like these as well. Unsure, you would never lay your hands on him more than necessary, worried that it might be too much too soon. Well, you were about to find out that this was never a concern of his.
He joins you, laying his back on your thighs.
"Could you cradle me Y/N?"
You blink.
"Uh, like, a baby?"
"Hmm not exactly. But I'll call you mommy if that's what you want."
You almost choke on your own spit.
"W-wha?? Did you really just say that?"
Annoyed, Belphie himself places your left hand over his shoulders while he's still laying down on you. He then places his head on your chest, rubbing against your breasts like a spoiled little brat.
"It's truly so cute how you're still trying to stay guarded and dignified in a moment like this. Do you really think I would invite just anyone into my bed?"
Your heart rate picks up at the insinuation and you're pretty sure Belphie can hear it.
"Ooohh~ So you do get it. Can you take your top off?"
This was the twins' room. Beel might be busy right now but once he's back… How would he react if he saw what the two of you were doing?
…
Ahhgh. Fuck it.
You take your top off and your bra, Belphie's face lights up with a shit-eating grin. The really thrilled kind that pisses you off for some reason.
"We've got a real pervert here. I only asked you to take your top off yet you went all the way. Oh nooo~, I unknowingly invited an indecent person into my bed, whatever shall I dooo~"
You flick his forehead.
"Shut it, you're the one who's… A-anyway, why am I the only one taking layers off? Shouldn't you do the same?"
Belphie snuggles against your bare chest, hugging you. Then he leaves a kiss on one of your pink tips.
"Well I'd like to unbuckle my pants but my hands are too busy holding you~ Please do it for me?"
Frustrated by how he's obviously babying himself up for you, and yet he still manages to look cute while being obvious, you follow his "suggestion" and unbuckle his pants. Revealing that he's already quite hard. Well at least that part of him isn't lying…
As you wrap your soft fingers around his length with your right hand, your left arm is still cradling him against your chest as he starts to kiss, lick and pull on your sweet spots. He smiles as he sees how pleased his touch makes you feel.
"Mommy~ why is your chest not dripping with milk? Is it broken?"
"G-God shut the fuck up…"
You try to keep your focus on your right hand, the one that is stroking and pumping him, desperately trying to make him feel as good as you feel right now. You don't want to be mocked for not being able to perform as well as he can. In fact, isn't this already what he's doing?
Noticing your worry, Belphie makes an effort to reach for your lips, kissing them lovingly.
"Calm down honey, you're too tense. I'll show you what makes me feel good."
Unwrapping one of his arms from you, he reaches out for your right hand, putting his hand around yours. As he does, you notice how much bigger his hand is compared to your small, soft hand. Yet he's supposed to be the youngest of his brothers.
Belphie still suckles on you, but in between his devious tongue doing god's work, he's also mumbling a bit as he guides your hand.
"No need to be hasty… I like it slow and gentle at the beginning… Just grip it more forcefully when I'll be close to cumming, I'll take care of the pace."
You keep doing this for a couple more minutes, from time to time you kiss him on the head or on the forehead to which he responds with a soft "mommy" against your breasts. You're starting to like being called like this. To return the favor you also call him baby a couple of times to which he responds with a long suckle on your breasts.
He's just so cute… The only problem is that you're starting to get unbearably wet.
"B-Baby?"
"Mh-hm?"
"Um, c-can we hurry it up? Sorry but I- ugh. I-I need some help down there unless you want me to stain your bed…"
Suddenly, Belphie's dick leaks with precum.
"S-Shit."
His hand's grip on yours tightens up and you understand just how strong he really is, he quickens the pace but it's not enough. The air around him darkens as he unconsciously changes to his demon form.
"Agghh this won't do."
He makes you let go of him and he stands up on the bed, pushing his dick in front of your face with a scarily tense expression. He's extremely turned on, looking down on you. That's when you know this baby-mommy nonsense is over. Belphie places his right hand on your head while pumping his dick with the other. You can tell it's taking him an immeasurable amount of self-restraint to not yank your head and shove his cock down your throat, humping it until he releases himself in you.
"Y/N, say ahh~"
Obediently, you grab into his thighs and open up your pretty mouth for him. He cums all over your face and tongue. When he's done, he closely watches you tasting him and wiping your face off with your hands that are now covered in his seed. Funnily enough, his tastes like condensed milk… it really fits him.
Calming himself down a bit, he sits back down in front of you then grabs you.
"Belphie?"
You have no idea how he does it so quickly, but before you have even realized what's about to happen, you were on your hands and knees with your skirt and underwear down. Your ass facing him as he's already brushing the tip of his cock on your wet cunt. He whistles.
"You weren't kidding. It's a mess down there."
"Ah- H-Hold on, what if Beel comes in?"
He gently places his big hand on your back, pushing you down slowly onto the bed, as if he's taming you. Your face is now on his pillow while your ass is prettily in the air, giving him a good view of your privates.
"Ssshhh. Don't think about that. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing baby."
As if your roles were switched, he was the one calling you baby now.
Not that it mattered anymore to you. You let go of all of your worries to be in the moment. The moment in which Belphie is about to enter you and make an even bigger mess of your insides. With one hand firmly on your waist, he uses his other hand to slowly open you, pushing his dick inside as gently and slowly as he can.
As you feel his length entering you, you realize just how hot a demon's dick is. You thought your insides were warm but his might be even warmer. You squirm under him, calling his name. Almost unknowingly, you reach out for his hand on your waist, placing yours on top of his as he had done earlier to guide you. Except in your case it wasn't for guidance, you just wanted to caress his hand that was so satisfyingly wrapped on your body.
"Belphie… Y-You're so good… Ungh."
Belphie chuckles.
Then you sense some sort of unfamiliar danger emanating from him. The kind that strangely excites you. As you notice that "danger", Belphie leans in over you, wrapping your entire body under his, then he whispers.
"You dumb little bitch♡ You still don't get that I'm about to breed you, huh? I'll fill every nook and cranny of your tight cunt while you'll be helplessly whimpering and calling my name. How cute is that?"
You've always tried really hard to keep up with Belphie. His sloth aside, he always had a nasty attitude, not in a "violent" way but it was like he would look down on you from a place of infatuation. You knew he found you cute and adorable but you never truly understood what it would mean for the long run. Thus you would also keep your guard up with him, trying to "not be looked down on" from his sadistic love for you. Well, now it was clear that you had failed and honestly? Being defiled like this felt embarrassingly good.
He started pounding into you from behind, his weight all over your back as you let yourself lose. Even going as far as drooling all over his pillow.
"That's it! That's the face I've wanted to see all this time! Isn't it annoying to always pretend to be responsible? To always try to meet everyone's shitty expectations of you? This is it. Let yourself sink. Aaahh you're so slutty and adorable, IloveyouIloveyou-"
As you felt like you were about to completely lose yourself to pleasure, the door of the room flung open.
"Belphie, do you know where Y/N… is…"
Beel was done with the leftovers. And now you two were done for too. You were about to panic but Belphie caressed your head, calming you down.
"Sssshhh I got this."
With a calm smile, Belphie turned over to face Beel.
"Ah Beel, yeah sorry. Could you close the door and come here for a sec? Oh- And keep this a secret from the others please."
Beel silently does as he's told, then in disbelief, he sits on his bed across from Belphie's.
"Uh. So. Isn't it better for me to leave?"
Belphie laughs, all carefree. As if he wasn't just calling you a slut and pounding into you like a dog in heat a second ago.
"Leave? We're just starting. In fact we were waiting for you!"
…
What?
You manage to fight off the embarrassment and lift your face up from the pillow. Shooting daggers at Belphie.
"You see, Y/N here reaaaally wants us to fuck her raw but since she's too shy and reserved to admit that, I took matters into my own hands. Would you care to help us?"
"Help with…"
Beel looks at you and the state you're in, then looks away in embarrassment. He's fidgeting with his hands, a bit lost.
"O-Only if Y/N is fine with it. If she tells me I can, I'll do it."
You should've seen this coming. Belphie shares absolutely everything with Beel and vice-versa. So even going as far as sharing a "partner"... well it was always in the realm of possibility.
The twins look at you, you can tell they're begging you to say yes through their eyes. Their gazes full of hope. You sigh. Well… If you're going to whore yourself out… You are going all the way.
"You can join us Beel. But please show at least a little bit of restraint when needed. I don't want it to hurt…"
Beel smiles gently and nods. Belphie smiles deviously and hugs you.
"That's our Y/N! ♡"
Well at the very least, you feel like you can trust Beel to monitor Belphie's behavior in bed… Nervously, Beel gets up from his bed, making his way towards you.
"Uh so, how can I help?"
Belphie looks over at his pillow still covered with a bit of your drool and he chuckles.
"Hmm. Well you see… Y/N has trouble keeping her mouth closed when I fuck her. She needs something to fill her mouth with or else she'll make a mess on my pillow. Not that I mind but I suppose Y/N is quite embarrassed about it…"
The little shit was right. You can't even look back at the pillow, too scared to see just how much you've left behind. Before you can even understand what's happening, Beel was already standing in front of the bed, his waist lining up perfectly with you. He starts to unbuckle his belt before Belphie stops him.
"Ah, wait Beel. Y/N likes doing this part, let her unbuckle it."
This fucker was right again. How does he understand your secret wishes so well? Scary. Without complaining, you gently move Beel's hands away from his front. He blushes at the sight of you unbuckling then unzipping his pants. So much so that his length is already half ready to make his way into your mouth.
You stare at it a bit, observing its size and shape then looking up at Beel who's too shy to look at you directly for longer than 2 seconds. How is he genuinely so cute while Belphie is so not?
But nothing gets past Belphie.
"Y/N~ You just thought something quite rude right now, didn't you?"
Placing his hand behind your head, he pushes you towards Beel's dick.
"Come on. Since you like Beel so much better than me, why aren't you sucking him off yet?"
You hit Belphie's arm as Beel also tells him off, warning him not to be too pushy with you. Well, no matter. You start off by gently kissing Beel's tip, making him grit his teeth at how cute and kind you are to start off so politely. Then you take him in slowly, a bit clumsily. Not sure on how to keep your teeth from touching his shaft, hoping that you're not doing a lousy job… Especially since Belphie is looking at you doing it so closely. Probably regretting that moment from earlier, when he decided against shoving his dick into your throat.
A bit frustrated. He goes back to where he stopped before Beel walked in. He enters you as slowly as the first time, making sure you get used to him being inside you again… Yet you just can't, feeling him fucking you from behind while having to pay attention to how you're taking care of Beel is quite difficult. Belphie and Beel notice your discomfort right away. Beel tells you not to worry about getting everything right while Belphie comments on how cute it is that you're trying so hard to please them, that in on itself is already pleasing.
As the three of you pick up the pace and get lost into the act, the twins' true colors resurface. Or rather, the way they express their love for you becomes very clear. Whenever Belphie spanks you or thrusts into you too hard, Beel warns him to be careful and to make sure he's not hurting you. Belphie retorts that you actually like it when it hurts a little bit which ticks you off because his observation is right.
As you carefully suck him off, Beel keeps petting you and caressing your cheek, praising you. Telling you how good of a job you're doing and how adorable you look. To contrast that, Belphie takes any excuse possible to mock you. Telling you how perverted your mind and body are. Degrading you satisfyingly.
"Everytime Beel calls you a good girl I can feel you tighten up. So you're the kind of whore who likes to be praised for being filthy, hm?"
Beel takes over and reassures you.
"He's just teasing you Y/N. You're so cute and pretty right now that it's hard for him not to pick on you. Please forgive him."
This constant cycle of mockery then praise and praise then mockery makes you shudder from pleasure. Being called a dirty slut from behind, treated roughly. Meanwhile your mouth and head are being treated so kindly, Beel caressing you and calling you cute, smart and pretty. It didn't take long for you to break. You could feel them getting close to release as well and as soon as they called out to you at the same time, it was over.
"Good girl."
"Pervy bitch."
As expected of twins, they managed to sync their climax not only between each other but with you as well. Belphie's load was even hotter than his cock, filling you entirely, you could feel the juices leak embarrassingly from your hole once he pulled out. As for Beel, his seed tasted like thick honey. You drank it as best as you could, making sure that Beel knew how delicious he tastes.
Utterly exhausted, you collapsed on your back, facing the ceiling. Completely fucked out. They joined you, hugging you from each side. Belphie was back to acting like a spoiled little fucker, rubbing his cheek on your breasts.
"Beel~ Join in, it's so soft."
Beel shoots a glance at your chest, then at you.
"Can I?"
You nod, your mind so blank that you don't even take the trouble of uttering a simple "yes." And so Beel follows Belphie's lead, softly laying his cheek on your other breast."
"Beel~ Once Y/N is pregnant her breasts will lactate and we'll be able to drink her milk. Imagine how good it'll taste."
Beel's eyes light up. Oh no.
"Y/N's… milk…"
He lifts his head up, looking at your nipples, then starts sucking on them. You worriedly call out to him.
"Beel! Nothing will come out y-you know?!"
"But still, just imagining it feels good."
"Doesn't it?"
Belphie agrees then joins in on the licking and sucking. You're done for. Two cute boys are treating you like their mommy and chances are, they'll have a second go at you in a few minutes once they notice how wet you've gotten from feeling their tongues all over your chest…
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Wegh that was a long one. As always don't hesitate to leave a comment, even a keyboardsmash is greatly appreciated!! Share how you've lost your mind 🫰
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Unboxing: The Official Desk Clock!
About four months ago we reported that a few cute little Story of Seasons inspired housewares were going up for pre-order. I wasn't sure if I had much use for any of them myself, but I couldn't resist at least getting one. So I settled on the desk clock! And it arrived today!
The box was incredibly non-descript, being just plain cardboard with a little sticker in the bottom right corner.
After freeing it from its packaging, of which there wasn't much really, the Clock was free. The little blocks for displaying the date, season, and day were in a little ziploc bag.
In spite of having four faces, the season blocks only display two seasons each, while the blocks for the days are divided into weekdays and weekends, with one side of the weekend block being left blank. They support the numbered blocks above them, which display the date. They obviously can't display any four-digit number combination, but you can at least display the important ones.
With a single AA battery slotted into the back and the hands dialed into position, the clock is ready to go! It's simple, it's functional, and it's cute. I adore seeing the little icons by each number, letting me know when it’s time for lunch, read a book, tend the cows, socialize, or go fishing.
It doesn't look like any of UUL's Story of Seasons inspired items managed to not sell out, but if orders ever open again, we'll be sure to make a post about it!
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More of You- Chapter 2
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
WC: 1k
Rating: 18+ for eventual smut, MDNI
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Summary: After a devastating betrayal and loss, you left everything behind on the East Coast and promised yourself a fresh start in Austin, Texas. Independence as your new mantra, you vow never to let anyone too close again. Then you meet Joel Miller- a man whose warmth and Southern charm makes it hard to stick to your resolve. As your feelings deepen, you’re forced to confront your past- and question if letting someone in again is worth the risk.
Tags: No outbreak!AU. Coffee shop meet-cute with a slow-ish burn. Sickly sweet fluff with eventual smut. I wanted to write something that gave me the warm fuzzies, and I am kicking my feet and giggling while I write this. Joel Miller just deserves a good life, you know? Joel and reader have a teeny tiny age gap- Joel is 42, reader is mid 30s. Sarah is 19. No use of Y/N, minimal descriptions of reader. She has hair long enough to tie back and she wears skirts and dresses. A/N: If you're reading this, hello! I'm so glad you're here :) As before, not really proofread, but we move. If I overthink it, it'll never get posted. Enjoy!
He was already there when you arrived the next day- you spotted him as soon as you entered the coffee shop, settled into the same corner seat by the window; his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he leaned over his worn paperback, just as he had the day before. You blinked to make sure he wasn’t a figment of your imagination- the early morning sunlight streaming through the window illuminated the streaks of silver in his hair, making them glint like beautiful threads of polished steel. He was wearing a denim shirt today and a pair of reading glasses were perched low on his nose, the frames slightly crooked, as though they had been carelessly shoved in to a pocket one too many times.
You tried not to look too obvious as you stole glances at him. He didn’t seem to notice you- or maybe he was just too polite to let on that he had. You ordered and made your way to your usual table, glancing down as you passed. On the table in front of him sat a black coffee, the steam curling lazily in to the air. A single biscotti lay untouched on the saucer beside the cup, as if it had been ordered out of politeness rather than any real intention to eat it. He shifted slightly in his seat as you brushed past him tilting the book to the side as though the movement had broken his concentration.
As you sat down and set up your laptop as normal, you couldn’t help but muse over him. He didn’t seem like the kind of man who frequented coffee shops for the atmosphere. The black coffee, no cream or sugar, suggested a practicality rather than indulgence, but maybe that was an unfair stereotype based on how he looked. You found yourself wondering if he always drank his coffee black. It suited him- at least you thought so. Did he come here as often as you did and you’d just never noticed him before, or was this just a coincidence? The barista arriving to your table with your coffee pulled you from your thoughts. You thanked her with a smile. As your gaze drifted back down to the table from where she had stood, you braved a glance at him again. Your eyes darted to his hands watching transfixed as he lifted the cup to his lips, the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. You swallowed too, eyes lingering on the base of his throat, just above the first button of his shirt. Your eyes flicked back up to his face; his expression was calm, though every so often his brows would furrow and his lips would press together in concentration. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. Every movement was mesmerising.
A thought crossed your mind, as it had the day prior. I could just say hello. Introduce myself. Ask him what he’s reading.
It wasn’t such a wild idea. People struck up conversations in coffee shops all the time. He seemed approachable, he had smiled at you yesterday. Maybe he wouldn’t mind the interruption. Maybe he’d even welcome it.
You bit your lip, heart beating a little faster at the thought. At the idea of effortless, casual conversation with him. You might even get to see what a full smile on his face looked like as you chatted. Your fingers twitched with indecision. Then he looked up at you.
You froze, your breath catching in your throat, your fingers stilled awkwardly above your keyboard. His brown eyes, framed by laughter lines under his black-rimmed glasses, crinkled as he smiled at you. It wasn’t much, just a faint lift of the corner of his mouth, but it was enough to make your heart thump hard in your chest. You felt the heat rising in your cheeks as you realised that you’d been caught looking at him. Again. You tried to look casual, tapping your fingers awkwardly against your keyboard, typing nonsense on to your screen.
The moment lingered, and so did his smile. Maybe he’s waiting for you to say something, a bold part of your brain suggested. Or maybe he’s being polite at the weirdo who won’t stop staring at him, another, less helpful, part of your brain offered. You swallowed hard, the argument bouncing around inside your head. It’s now or never. Just ask about his book, or say hi. Or- anything!
Taking a steadying breath, you started to push back your chair, steeling yourself to cross to his table before you could talk yourself out of it. But before you could stand, his phone buzzed and lit up on the table.
He glanced down at the screen, expression shifting immediately. The faint softness of his smile vanished, replaced by a small frown as he picked up the phone. He answered with a clipped, “Miller.”
His voice was deep, rich, and carried an authoritative air that sent shivers down your spine. You quickly dropped your gaze back to your laptop, feigning sudden interest in the jumble of words you smashed on to the document earlier in your attempt to play it cool. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him listening intently, his free hand running over the back of his neck as he nodded at whatever was being said on the other end of the line.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll be there soon,” he said, his tone curt but calm. He ended the call and set his phone down, rubbing his temple for a moment before finishing the last of his coffee in a single gulp. You snuck another glance as he stood, his denim shirt lifting as he slung a bag over his shoulder, revealing the tiniest sliver of tanned skin. You gulped and watched as he carried the cup, saucer and uneaten biscotti back to the counter, just as he had the day before, murmuring a quick thanks to the barista. Then, without a backward glance he strode out of the coffee shop, his boots thudding softly against the floor.
You stared after him and felt a pang of disappointment. So much for now or never.
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Do I Wanna Know? -Matt Sturniolo Part 5
Paring: Dealer!Matt x Bambi!Reader
Summary: Your friends and boyfriend want to go to a party, you’re not really a party person but they manage to convince you. After you witness something you rush out the room running into none other than Matthew Sturniolo. As time goes on you and Matt start to talk more, forming a very complicated relationship.
Warnings: MDNI, standing up, heavy drug use, drinking, angst, crying
A/N: here is part 5! This contains heavy drug use, if you have issues with that you can get help, i believe in you. Otherwise please, enjoy<3
I went about my day, happy and excited. Thomas hadn't wanted to go on an official date in weeks, maybe even months. I wanted everything to be perfect.
"Someone's in a good mood today!" Mikka joked, smiling as we roamed around the mall. She was the first person I decided to tell.
"Yeah, I'm super nervous!" I said as we entered the dress store. I looked around, pulling out a few dresses to get a better look when I heard Mikka squeal in delight.
"Oh Y/N! This dress is calling your name!" She gushed, holding up a dark sparkly blue dress. I examined it for a moment, hesitating.
"You don't think it'll show too much? I mean... of my tummy rolls?" I looked up at her. Damn, I forgot how tall Mikka was. 5'11.
"No! It's perfect babes!"
I looked at it again hesitantly before finding my size and making my way to the dressing room to try it on. As I walked out in it, i immediately heard Mikka gush.
"It's perfect! You look so beautiful. Off to the next store!"
We walked around some more, getting me a new perfume and lotion before arriving at the lingerie store. I blushed as we entered.
Mikka roamed around the more... exposing pieces as I looked at more coverage ones. Despite being with Thomas for two and a half years, I was still slightly insecure when it came to him seeing my body, especially my stretch marks. His last comment about them had me thinking about it for weeks. Since then, we had sex with the lights off. But we had stopped around 6 months ago.
"How about this one? It matches your dress and the fragrance we got you!" Mikka exclaimed.
Before I could think, she purchased it. I wasn't mad, I really liked the piece she picked, It made me feel a bit nervous about Thomas seeing it, along with the crotchless bottom.
As we exited the mall, we headed for my hair appointment.
"You have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen! It's so silky and smooth!" The lady exclaimed when we arrived. I smiled thanking her.
It wasn't a shocker, I was used to getting compliments about my hair. I always kept up with it, making sure it was always clean and conditioned, brushed through, you name it. I sat patiently as she washed my hair, her fingers gently scrubbing at my scalp. It felt nice, her gentleness almost seeming like she was afraid I would break if she was too rough.
"Thank you so much." I said, as I tipped her once she was completely done. As we left Mikka showed me a picture of these cute blue nails. "I think they're perfect"
And with that, off we went.
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I rushed around my room, throwing the dress over the lingerie. I sprayed on the perfume and lotion as I waited for my uber. The drive was silent but comfortable, I didn't feel as nervous.
As I arrived to the restaurant, I didn't Thomas which was okay. I checked in and picked a table. I ordered a water for myself as I waited for Thomas.
I looked around, seeing so many happy couples, enjoying their night. I hoped it would be like that for me and Thomas.
I waited, and waited. And waited. As the one hour waiting mark hit, i tossed money onto the table to pay for my water and left. I felt heartbroken. Thomas wanted this. How could he stand me up like that?
I walked around aimlessly as a man approached me.
"Hey pretty lady. Wanna try?" The man held out a baggy of pills. I hesitated. I didn't like that Thomas did drugs. Hell I didn't like that Matt sold drugs. But the pain was so overwhelming I threw money at him and bought them, snatching them out of his hand muttering a quick thank you. I went back to the bar next to me and ordered a bottle of vodka. As he handed it to me I popped it open outside and drank some, taking the pills with it.
I sat outside the restaurant in the outdoor seating, crying. I had dreamt of this moment. And he didn't even go through with what he wanted to do.
I wasn't one to drink but the pain clouded my better judgment. I just wanted the night to be over.
After about thirty minutes, the entire bottle of vodka being gone, pills long having set in I felt like shit. I groaned in agony. I wanted to go home. Wait. No I didn't. Thomas would be there. Before I knew it I was already dialing the number.
"Hello?" The familiar voice rang in my ear bringing the sweetest relief. I let out a sob. "Bambi? What's going on?"
"H-he... s-stood u-up on me M-Matt!" I sobbed. I was high, I was drunk, My sentences made no sense but Matt understood.
"Where are you?" He demanded, gentle but firm. I gave him the address to the bar and he hung up.
I sobbed as he hung up, not wanting his voice to leave me like Thomas did. I began to pace when I saw the familiar car. I ran towards it. Or well... stumbled towards it. Matt got out and caught me before I fell to the ground.
"Y-you... r-really came..." I mumbled out. His lips were moving but i heard nothing as darkness took me over.
A/N: this is long awaited, im so sorry it took so long! I've been sick and dealing with college exams so I apologise. I hope you enjoyed!
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#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#nick sturniolo#bambi!reader#dealer!matt#angst#tw drugs
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Toddler -W2S
words: 0.7k+
warnings: none.
summary: you and Harry enjoy a holiday in Dubai with your toddler.
notes: Currently got major baby fever so here's some dad bog content🤭. Enjoy!💓
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y/username: living the dream☀️🌊 @wroetoshaw
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gkbarry_: you look incredible get in my bed
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taliamar: cutest family ever!🥹💗
y/nfanpage21: I love this sm
user2104853: the third photo is adorable🩵
Over a year and a half ago me and Harry welcomed our little boy into the world. So far it's been incredible and I've enjoyed every minute of being his mum, even through the tough parts his little smile would make the hardships completely disappear in an instant. Harry is also an amazing dad, it's like he was born for the role. A few months ago Harry surprised me with a week long trip to Dubai, and what is our first holiday as a family of three. I was extremely excited and almost immediately called Faith to get advice on what I should pack for Ollie, which is what we ended up naming him.
We arrived two days ago and are already having the best time. Yesterday we spent all day at the beach then went for a nice dinner, in which Ollie slept in his buggy the entire time. Today we're going to the Dubai aquarium, getting some lunch and going shopping. I woke up to the sound of giggling, I pried myself from Harry's grasp and reached forward to grab the smiling baby from his travel cot. I placed him between me and Harry in the bed then drifted back off to sleep. I woke up an hour later, reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone to see a message from Harry saying he'd gone out to grab some breakfast from downstairs. I got up and took a picture of Ollie surrounded by the white fluffy bed sheets.
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I quickly got dressed while Ollie slept and Harry soon came back with breakfast. When we were all ready we left the hotel to head to the aquarium. We rented a car the first day we arrived, since Ollie has to sit in a car seat plus we'll be spending much less on Ubers. I drove (since Harry despises driving) and we were soon parked outside.
Harry pulled the exited toddler from his seat, and we headed inside. Ollie seemed to be absolutely mesmerised by the sea creatures (especially the 'big scary sharks'). When we'd walked around the entire aquarium we left to go get some lunch since we were all hungry and Ollie was getting quite restless and in desperate need of a nap. We went back to the car to grab the buggy from the boot then walked to one of the nearby restaurants.
We sat down to eat our lunch as Ollie soundly slept. As me and Harry finished up our food Ollie woke up, now full of energy and hungry. We'd ordered him some plain chips so he ate them along with some fresh fruit. Which they seem to have lots of here, probably because of the hot weather.
Then we paid and made our way to Dubai mall, which thankfully has air conditioning. I happily looked through some shops while Harry followed me with the buggy. "Almost done?" Harry asked, very clearly bored. I turned around and shook my head jokingly "almost." I said with a smile. "M- mummy?" Ollie babbled. "Yes baby?" I replied squatting down in front of him. "I wanna go- the pool." He smiled. Harry chuckled and I glanced up at him "ok, let's go." I said and a look of pure excitement spread across his face.
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y/username: my toddlers new fixation: sharks😂🤍
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When we arrived back at the hotel we got straight into our swimming costumes and headed down to the pool. We found some deck chairs and put our things down, then (after smothering Ollie in suncream) all three of us got into the pool.
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Later... "I'm so lucky." Harry whispered, as we lay in bed and Ollie lightly snored in his cot. I smiled "you're so cute." He pulled me into a sweet kiss "I mean it, I'm so lucky to have you and Ol, I love you both so much." "And we’re so lucky to have you Haz."
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Penelope Garcia x fem!reader decorating for Halloween or putting on Halloween costumes together?!? both would be so so cute!!
Note : I wrote this to cheer myself up because my friend bailed on trick or treating the day before so :( but I'm going as the queen and icon Penny :3
Penelope Garcia x tall!fem!reader
Word Count : 1.2k
You laughed at the sight of Penelope's pout, she wasn't able to reach the ceiling and she was attempting to put up orange streamers.
"Here let me do it."
Her pout dropped and she grinned at you.
"Thank you!"
You smiled in response as you took the streamer from her and went up on your tip toes to reach and stick it up. It looked slightly tacky with the blue tack easily seen against the orange, but neither of you cared. You had invited everyone over for a Halloween party that would end up with all of you going trick or treating with Jack, Henry and Michael.
You had maybe two hours until people would start to arrive and you were almost finished with decorating.
You successfully put the streamers up and helped Penelope bring the pumpkins to the dining table. It was an activity for the night, you knew the kids would enjoy it a lot and, to be honest, you would too. You had always loved Halloween, but you had never gone to the extent you had today, not that you minded. You loved seeing Penelope happy and doing this obviously did.
You watched her eyes light up as you carefully placed the pumpkins down to prevent any damages. You did so as she watched, she was precise with where she wanted each pumpkin. You followed her orders and put one pumpkin on the table before going back for another. Once the pumpkins had been put on the table, you went back to the kitchen for the tools, you made sure to put the kid friendly tools to a few pumpkins and made an internal note to direct the kids to those pumpkins.
You smiled softly as she squealed on about how cool this was going to be and how excited she was, the excitement was contagious as you could feel yourself getting more and more excited, she then took your hand and dragged you to your shared bedroom.
The two of you had decided to go cliche with matching costumes and went with an angel and devil. Penelope had chosen a white dress while you had gone with trousers, preferring those over a dress, they were a deep red and you were putting a corset over the top of a red long sleeved button up shirt, matching with red converse trainers that had little horns that you had sewn on a few days prior.
You put the costume on and finally gave in to Penelope as you let her do your makeup. It was a simple look with some red lipstick and a deep red eye shadow. You paired it with some little red horns before checking the time. Penelope did the same and groaned in frustration.
"We still have an hour!"
You smiled sympathetically. You knew she was excited and wanted time to hurry so people would get here. You smiled as you had an idea and you went to the living room, knowing Penelope would follow, and turned the music on.
As you turned to her, you saw she was looking at you with confusion on her face. You simply flashed her a smile as you held a hand out, she got the idea as she took your hand and you began to dance, going from song to song.
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You continued to dance until the doorbell rang. She squealed in excitement and rushed to the door, you followed suit with your hands in your pockets. She opened the door to Hotch and his son, Jack. Jack grinned and immediately ran to you. You smiled and picked him up and rested him on your hip.
"Well if it isn't my favourite Hotchner."
He grinned as you took in his costume. It was a Darth Vader outfit and you looked up to see Hotch carrying his helmet. You grinned as you playfully spun him around and he laughed as you did so.
You playfully threw him down on the sofa as he scrambled up and begged you to do it again. You laughed as you picked him up again to spin him, you two were having so much fun, you didn't notice the bell rings again or Penelope and Hotch greeting them until you heard him speak.
"Well, well, well, the tiger has lost its claws."
Both you and Jack jumped at the sound of his voice and you half heartedly glared at him.
"This tiger will still beat your..."
You trailed off as you remembered Jack on your hip but Derek seemed to get the idea as he held his hands up in faux defeat.
"Okay! Damn!"
You rolled your eyes at him before whispering to Jack.
"Hey, should we get him back later for scaring us?"
Jack grinned and nodded before whispering to you.
"Can we get Uncle Spencer in on it?"
You nodded.
"Of course."
You grinned as you stopped whispering and you walked past Derek who seemed a little nerved by your whispering.
"I like your costume, Jack!"
"And I like yours Y/N/N!"
You smiled as you set him down on a chair in front of one of the child safe pumpkins.
"Can you be on mine and Daddy's team?"
You nodded.
"Sure! We will beat everyone else!"
Jack grinned and nodded.
"Yeah we will! When are Henry and Michael getting here?"
You shrugged in response when the bell rang again.
"I'll get it!"
You called and you smiled softly as Jack got down from his chair and followed you like a lost puppy.
To Jack's delight, the people behind the door were JJ, Henry, Michael and Will. You nodded to the two as Jack and Henry ran off to the living room together. You then held the door for the three of them and kept it open as you saw Emily. You grinned as you playfully flirted with her.
You and Emily had a similar flirty friendship that Penelope and Derek had. The two of you moved to the kitchen as you waited for the last two to arrive. You started to guess what Spencer would come in dressed as.
You didn't have to guess for long as the bell rang once again, showing both Spencer and Dave. You grinned as you held a palm out to Emily and she begrudgingly gave you five dollars. You had guessed that he would come in as Frankenstein's monster. And your guess was correct. Dave in his fashion, just came wearing his normal clothing. You walked over to Spencer as you whispered yours and Jack's plan in his ear. He grinned at you and agreed. Penelope called everyone in for the party to get started.
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It was maybe an hour in as you and Hotch were scraping the guts out while Jack carefully drew what he wanted carved. He showed you and you grinned and nodded before starting to carve it out. Hotch helped as well and in no time, the pumpkin was done.
You then placed the lit candle inside and carried it out to the patio. Jack followed you and you put it down. He grinned and you stood outside, waiting for the others to finish and one by one they filed out.
You hugged Penelope close with a soft smile. Everyone crowded around the pumpkins. Your friends. Your family.
Everyone you loved was right with you.
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˗ˏˋHow Harry met Y/N ˎˊ˗
Part 6
"Hey my lovely human beans!! How are you guys today? Good? Great!" I said doing my intro. "Today is part 2 of my rainbow outfits series! Today we have the color orange!! I have compiled five outfits that are cute and stylish. I hope this gives you some fashion inspo!!
I looked behind the camera to see Harry grinning at me. "So let me change into the 1st outfits and show you what I have!" I said as I went to change.
"So this is my first outfit! I chose a really casual look. Orange is such a bright color so you can have fun with it. What do you guys think?" I asked posing for the boys.
"It's so adorable, comfy, cozy, and casual." Wesley said. "You do look very adorable!" Harry gushed making me blush. "Stop!" I said giggling. I saw Wesley roll his eyes playfully.
I modeled three other outfits which were all pretty casual but last I tried on a ruffled two piece which might have been my favorite. I came out of the room and showed the boys.
"Stunning!! Literally breathtaking!!" Wesley clapped. I looked at Harry and he was just staring at me. "Damn you look so hot!" He said walking over to me wrapping his arms around me. "Harry!" I said pointing at the camera. "Oh- my bad, but it's true, I mean if the camera wasn't on!" He said picking me up and spinning me around making me laugh. "You're such a dork." I said as he put me down and I playfully pushed him onto the couch.
I finished making the video while Harry kept gawking at me in this outfit. "Okay well that's everything, thank you for staying around. Thank you to Wesley as always for being my audience and judging me and thank you to our special guest!" I said pulling Harry into view of the camera. "Harry or wroetoshaw! It's kind of weird that this is how you find out I'm married..." I said jokingly. He looked at me shocked making me burst into laughter. "Guys, I'm joking!! But seriously we are friends now so maybe he will be around more often until I get tired of him." He made a frowny face. I laughed at him and ended the video.
"Well that was fun! Harry, Do you want to join us for dinner?" I looked towards him. "If you keep wearing that then sure." He said looking at me up and down. I swear you could see him drooling, it's not that cute... I'm being modest, I look hot as fuck in this. "Of course, who knows all the dick I can get in this!?" I swirled around. "Okay nevermind maybe you should wear a hoodie and sweatpants." He is actually such a dork. A really adorable dork.
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Wesley, Harry, and I got into Wes's car as he drove towards the restaurant. I cba to drive so I don't have a car, usually I used uber or my personal ubers- Jules and Wes. I did actually change because its winter and I would freeze to death out here. I sat in the passenger seat as Harry sat in the back. I laughed to myself seeing him because we are going to a semi-fancy restaurant so Wes let Harry borrow some pants and shirt. It's a little tight on him but he looks really good because it displays his muscles so well.
We arrived and were quickly seated at a table. We ordered our food and sat around waiting while chatting. "So what do you do?" Wes asked Harry.
"Oh just youtube videos sometimes, I mostly make videos with my friends and post it on our channels."
"Oh what's it called?"
"The Sidemen"
"Oh wow really? Isn't that the group that KSI is in? Y/N don't you fancy him?"
"Shut up Wes!" I said quickly. To be honest, yes I did like KSI for a while because I've seen some clips of him and he's actually pretty fine. You do not want to see the thirst trap galore that is my fyp...
"Oh really? You fancy JJ?" Harry said teasing.
"No, maybe at one point but it's not like that anymore." I said burying my head into my jacket.
"Maybe I should take you to meet the boys! Do you guys wanna come round to the shoot tomorrow?" Harry asked as our food arrived. "Would love to but I will be busy tomorrow." Wes said, beginning to dig into his food. "Sure! It will be fun!" I said a little excited. I don't want to hang out with just the boys but if it's like a whole production type thing then it'll be fine.
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We finished our food and made our way back to the flat. Wes immediately went to sleep while Harry and I stayed in the living room. We decided to have a little movie night. I went to grab snacks from the kitchen while Harry chose something on Netflix. I heard him put on the film then heard footsteps coming toward me. I was putting popcorn in a bowl when I felt two arms wrap around my waist. "Hey." He breathes into my ear, sending shivers throughout my body.
He began kissing up my neck and I let out a moan at the touch of his soft lips on my skin. He spun me around and pressed his lips to mine. His plump lips moved against mine, making me feel butterflies in my stomach. His hands moved to my bottom squeezing me, making me gasp. He used this opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. He was in control, and one thing I could say about this man is that he really knows how to make a girl swoon with just a kiss. I finally pulled away and we looked at each other giggling and breathing heavily. He looks so handsome with that messy hair and those beautiful clear eyes, I could just melt right now. If Wes wasn't here, I would take him right here right now.
We finally made our way to the couch with all our snacks and sat together under one blanket. He chose a horror movie as I told him they're my favorite. We were sitting close enough to where I was basically in his lap with my head rested on his chest. We stayed like that for most of the movie until I felt him fall asleep. I looked at him sleeping peacefully and couldn't help but chuckle. I kept watching the movie until I slowly felt my eyes become heavier and heavier.
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A/n
Sorry it's so long and so shite. I have ideas but they involve smut and I am terrible at writing stuff like that as you can see in the kitchen scene. Hope you enjoyed!! I have a great idea for the next part so stay tuned!!
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