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disneyprincemuke · 11 months ago

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get this right * aa23

the thought of proposing to you is one that always comes easy to alex, but what he hadn’t expected is how difficult it is to execute it

pairings: alex albon x fem!reader

warnings: literally nOthing just a buNCH OF CUTE SHIT

notes: YALL i’ve been simping for this man for like weeks but in my head, he’s just such a sweetheart that i can’t imagine him in bad situations and nOW I FINALLY GOT IT

also… i’m really liking these multiple scenario fics… if you guys have any suggestions with stuff you want to see, please feel free to send them in here and this has been in my drafts since october oh my gooooood

(f1 masterlist)

“you’re telling me you already bought the ring?” max raises an eyebrow at alex, completely baffled at the story his friend has chosen to bestow upon them.

to the question, alex nods. his head snaps to george, who then asks, “and you’ve had it for almost a month?”

again, the thai nods. “and you have yet to propose?” lando says his piece, just as shocked as the rest of the table is.

alex can only nod, dropping his head in disappointment. in the middle of their circular table sat a red velvet box. inside it is the ring that alex had very carefully picked out with his sisters and mother.

yet the diamond ring sits comfortably in the box instead of your finger. and so does he amongst his friends while he faces the million dollar questions as to why he’s had the ring and has yet to propose to you.

“are you having second thoughts?” charles speaks up, tilting his head and biting his lips in curiosity.

if the answer were to be a ‘yes’, that would be worrisome. considering alex is one of the more romantic people they all know.

“no,” alex finally speak, putting a firm hand down on the table. he meets all of their eyes and feels the judgement. he sighs. “i’m not having second thoughts. i want to marry (y/n) just as much as i said before.”

george lifts his hands up and throws alex a questioning shrug. “so what’s holding you back then?”

“well…” alex chews on the inside of his cheek. he glances down at the box and scrunches up his nose, recounting the numerous times he has tried to get on one knee for you.

“i’m afraid it’s really not that simple.”

-> 20 days ago

alex glances at the door of your shared apartment then his eyes jump to the clock hanging just above your decorative plant. you should be home any minute.

the living room has been decorated beautifully with the help of his sisters. there is a singular heart helium balloon tied down to the bouquet of roses that sits on the kitchen island.

he’s even dressed up in his best suit to greet you a warm welcome home.

he sinks further into his couch, shaking his leg in anticipation. he runs his thumb over the velvet material of the box.

alex hadn’t been planning on proposing to you so soon, if he were to be honest. but he woke up that morning to empty half of the bed, with a note in your handwriting reminding him how much you love him and that breakfast is on the table.

his heart felt so full and he just knew today is the day.

so he got up and called his sisters up. they decorated the house together. with their help, he at least has the slightest idea of what to say to you.

it would be embarrassing if he was stuttering every 5 seconds thinking of what to say to you next.

it was 15 minutes later that he started to get worried about you. you usually get home from work around the same time whenever he’s in town — give or take about 5 minutes.

as if you’d read his mind, his phone lights up with a text notification from you.

my car died. can you pick me up please?

without another question, he is already typing a response to let you know that he will be on the way. he adds on the fact that he will call a tow truck for you after you send him your location.

when he gets there, he sighs in relief that you’re safe. he’d already known you were stuck in the parking lot of a mcdonald’s, but how can he really know when he’s rarely home?

you’re sitting on the trunk of your car, eating some ice cream with your phone propped up a box of nuggets. you’re fully occupied by a video you’ve put on to accompany yourself during the wait.

“my love, why didn’t you sit in the car where the seat’s more comfortable?” alex asks as he opens the car door.

you turn your head and open your mouth with an answer, but immediately close it when he comes into view. your eyes scan him up and down, slowly gulping the remaining ice cream in your mouth.

you point at him with the spoon of your mcflurry. “why are you dressed all fancy? you were gonna go out, love?”

alex freezes. he hadn’t even thought of changing out of his outfit before coming to get you. now he has to scrape his brain for an excuse to throw you off, without sabotaging the relationship whole.

it’s like a lightbulb goes off in his head. you’ll totally buy the excuse. “i was giving my clothes a test run,” he giggles sheepishly, but hesitantly from the daggers you were shooting at him. “wanted to see what fit and what didn’t.”

he can almost envision the gears turning in your head as you process his lie. he sighs again when you turn away to lock your phone.

he’s a very bad liar. for two people who have been together for as long as you’ve been, it’s very easy to spot all his telltales.

he tries his best not to lie to you. today is when he’s exerting every single ounce of his ability to do so.

“my car battery died. i saw a screw lose when i’d checked,” you explain, gently climbing off the back of your car. you waddle over to him, lips puckered up as he bends down to meet your lips. “i’m sorry to trouble you, love. i’m sure you were enjoying your fashion show.”

he chuckles, pulling you in for a quick hug. “anything for you, my love.” he walks over to where you are and opens the mcdonald’s paper bag. “oh, you bought us dinner?”

“you dinner,” you correct him. you lean slightly into him with a loud and frustrated huff with your arms hanging around him loosely. “i’ve had such a long day at work today. it could really be deemed as the worst day; i just want to go home and relax.”

alex scrambles in his mind, thinking of several ways he can deviate you from the house a little longer. he makes a mental note to text his sister to do a quick cleanup before you make your way home.

he simply refuses to propose to you when you’re in a bad mood. he doesn’t think your answer would change depending on how you currently feel, but it just doesn’t feel right.

alex hums, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you. “what do you say we go to our spot up in the hills and chill for a little bit?”

he watches you in anticipation. if you didn’t agree, he really wouldn’t know what to do at all. there are only so many excuses he can make. and there's only so much time before his sisters can get to the apartment and get cleaning.

“hm, okay." you lean into him and squeeze him in your hug. “anywhere with you is relaxing.”

-> 18 days ago

so alex shall try again in the planned department. he is once again in your shared apartment. there is a singular rose this time with dinner on the table. this time, decorated by himself.

he’s practised in the mirror. what he should say. everything he had planned out a few days ago is forgotten as the nerves are slightly different this time.

he doesn't get nervous often, but whenever it comes to you, it's inevitable that it bothers him. when it first happened, it was a confusing feeling that he spent days pondering what exactly it is.

when george smacked his head and told him, he looked down shyly at the ground and nodded.

he got the same feeling when he asked you to be his girlfriend and met your parents.

his chosen seat is a bar stool this time, and he plays some games on his phone to remain calm and collected. though still a little bit distracted.

his attention is split between the phone in his hands and the door. occasionally, the footsteps in the hallway make his heart stop as he looks up and waits for a lock to click. it's never the door he wants to open.

his game is briefly interrupted, his mother's picture flashing on the screen while his phone buzzes. it's not unusual that she's calling, but it is a bit of a shock since she knows he's planning to propose tonight.

he picks up the call, an explanation as to why he hasn't texted at the tip of his tongue.

“i’m sorry, sweetie,” his mother’s panicked voice comes through the phone. “can you please come over? it’s an emergency.”

that’s all he needed to hear before he was darting all over the apartment. he’s popped the balloon, as there was clearly no need for it tonight, the rose is hiding behind a bunch of folded shirts in his drawer and the velvet red box goes back into the deepest pit of his underwear drawer.

this time, he remembers to change out of his clothes. it’s slightly less put together than before, but it was still an effort.

“alex, love?” the sound of the door opening makes him perk up. your voice bounces through the apartment, followed by the pitter-patter of the cats’ nails against the hardwood floor. “are you home?”

he stumbles out of your bedroom, pulling up his sweatpants. “i need to go over to mum’s.”

you stop dead in your tracks, the door still held open and the key in your hands. clearly, you notice his panic in the way he’s barely even greeted you. you raise your eyebrows and step aside, leaving a gap for him to go through the door.

“i can drive you if you want,” you offer him, watching him jog towards the car keys.

he’s shaking, and it’s noticeable from the way he’s struggling to find his wallet. his wallet that is very clearly sitting above the shoerack in the entryway.

you grab it swiftly and say his name. it makes him stop briefly, turning to you as he held up the couch’s cushion, still in search of his wallet.

you lift up the leather item and then show him your car keys. you nudge your head towards the hallway. “come on, i’ll drive.”

-> 10 days ago

third time's the charm, right? right?

alex sits in his chair, hands fixing his collar, then his hair, picking at the menu, and then the lace table cover.

"hey, love," you say from behind him, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead. "i'm sorry i'm late. there was traffic in the parking lot at the office."

"don't worry about it. i just arrived not too long ago." alex gets up to his feet, pulling you in for a tight hug. he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before running over to pull your seat back for you.

you thank him with the squeeze of his arm while you take your seat. you grab the menu and get comfortable in your seat. "have you looked at the menu yet?"

"not yet, i was waiting for you."

he feels like a stalker watching you from across the table. his hand is in his jacket's pocket, rubbing circles over the velvety material once more. when exactly is the right time to ask you?

"how was work?" alex starts, taking the menu into his hands, looking at you shyly as he awaits your response.

"it's alright. nothing out of the ordinary from me," you mutter with a shrug, flashing him a small grin before returning your attention to the menu. "the pasta looks good, don't you think?"

"i saw their salmon dish online - that looked good," alex answers. but he's been on the same page of the menu for a hot minute, his eyes have read the same item so many times that he has its description memorised.

all he can think of is how to transition to popping the question.

"it does look delicious... do you want to share a dessert after too?" you inquire, looking up at him with a huge smile. "i really want the lava cake."

"with vanilla ice cream?"

"of course!"

and you make small talk with him. which almost makes him forget the ring that's in the pocket of his jacket. you talk and he thinks and thinks and tries to find the perfect time to pop the question to you.

until your smile drops and your head angles to the side slightly. your lips part as your eyes move from his, over to the door in pure shock.

"love, what's wrong?" alex follows your moving gaze.

and he also freezes in his seat. it's his ex-girlfriend. the same exact person that you'd mentioned you thought you could never live up to.

all because his mother had slipped up and asked about her over casual conversation over dinner, and because you had noticed that his sisters still kept in constant contact with her.

he watches you, from the corner of his eyes, sink into your seat and drop your head. you press your lips together and give him a small smile. "maybe let's cancel dessert? i'm not very hungry."

-> now

"do you get why it's a little complicated now?" alex groans, throwing his head back. "it's not like i haven't tried."

charles presses his lips together, nodding slightly as he tries to assess the situation for himself. he hasn't proposed to anybody in his life, so what advice does he have to give his friend? "maybe you're overthinking it?"

"yeah," george nods. "maybe you just have to... ask her. just ask her."

"you're aware i'm proposing to her. i'm not just asking some random girl to be my prom date to the dance," alex lays out his situation slowly, scanning his friends' faces carefully.

they're not serious about just asking you without a whole get-up, are they? he never would have asked them if he'd known how minuscule this issue was to them. it's never as simple as just asking you to marry him.

it's an important question.

"actually, i think twiddle dee and twiddle dum have got a point," max smiles, pointing at their two other friends now rolling their eyes. "if it all keeps blowing up in your face when you plan your proposal, maybe you just need to do it when you... get the feeling. you know?"

"no."

"just do it when you're so overwhelmed at the thought of spending the rest of your life with her," george shrugs, taking a sip from his drink. "would help the nerves, and it makes it more genuine."

alex shakes his head. "i don't know. that doesn't make the moment very special, now, does it?"

"just try it, and then let me know."

-> 5 days later

"love!" your excited voice fills the house, prompting alex to lift his head from the armrest of the couch.

he'd been home all day, claiming a rest day from the gym and other press commitments before he had to do it all over again this weekend for another race.

"yes, love?" alex smiles, opening his arms, watching you walk out of the kitchen and excitedly walk over to him. "what's got you so preppy?"

"love, i was outside coming home from work, and i saw the cutest little snail right outside the apartment building," you giggle, dropping your bag by the foot of the couch. you drop yourself into his arms, adjusting yourself to fit the small space that the couch provides you. "i took a picture, look!"

"you took a picture of a snail?"

"yes!" you nod. "its shell looked so beautiful. and i even moved it to the side so that nobody could step on it unknowingly. just so sad when that happens to them."

and then he knows. it hits him, then and there, while you were rambling on about how beautiful this snail's shell is, that this is the moment. this is the moment that max was talking about.

he props his head up with his hand, nodding as you zoom into the picture you'd taken.

"we should get married," alex blurts, unable to hold himself back. the ring is not even with him - it's somewhere in the back of his closet. but it doesn't even seem like a necessary accessory for him at the moment.

"what?" you tilt your head, slowly dropping your hand into your lap. you sit up and look down at him. "alex, what did you say?"

"i have the ring and everything. hold on." alex scrambles to get off his seat, but you shake your head and put a hand over his chest. you pull him back into the couch, maintaining his position next to you with a puzzled stare.

"did you just say what i thought you just said?"

"yes. and i've been trying to propose to you all month," alex sighs, "something always goes wrong: your car broke down, my mum called, then we saw my ex in the restaurant. i tried setting it up, and of course, i ask you when i don't have the ring with me."

he's flailing his arms in the air as he explains his troubles to you, ultimately throwing his hands towards the direction of your bedroom before he slumps his shoulders and looks at you. "i wanted it to be a picture-perfect moment. i wanted it to be everything you dreamt about growing up. remember?"

"so i heard you right? you're asking me to marry you?" you can barely hide the smile growing on your face, eyes tearing up as you grab his hands. "i don't care about the ring. you're asking me to marry you?"

"do you still want to? i couldn't even propose to you right."

"of course, i want to marry you," you giggle, throwing your arms around him. you pepper his cheek with kisses, alex hesitantly wrapping his arms around your waist as he leans back onto the couch. "i love you, alex. you just had to ask me the question. i don't care how, where or when you'd say it."

"obviously, i didn't know that until now," alex laughs. he buries his face into your hair, making a mental note to thank max next weekend for the helpful tip.

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midnightjewel · 2 months ago

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“It was a guy?!”

I saw a funny video of a girl pranking her boyfriend by saying that a guy did her wax

A/N: I apologize for my absence and lack of posts hopefully I can get back into my writing groove. Tbh this is the first draft I’ve been able to finish for a while now. Hope all is well with you!

Characters Included: Kirishima, Bakugo, Denki, and Sero

** This story is marked for 18+ readers only by me. Please be respectful of this boundary!! All characters are certainly aged up!!

Kirishima

“Hi honey I’m back” you smile to your husband as you walk through the door. You didn’t see him in the parlor or in a glimpse of the living room.

“Oh hey baby!” He smiles from the kitchen doorway as he peeks out to see your lovely face. “How did running errands go?” He smiles as you set your bags down by the front door.

You hit record on your phone and set it behind the fruit bowl sitting on the kitchen island while Kirishima was turned around

“Oh fine” you smirk devilishly when he can’t see you. Mina had told you about this prank she pulled on Sero a few weeks ago and you thought it’d be hilarious to do the same on your husband

“Hey I was wondering if you’re gonna be busy tonight?” You speak in a sultry tone as you sit at one of the chairs at the kitchen island

“Well I don’t think so-“ he turns around from his place at the sink washing dishes to see the look on your face “Ohhh~” he smiles “I don’t know we’ll just have to wait and see” he smirks back at you while wiggling his eyebrows which made you laugh at how goofy your husband could be at times

“Well I brought it up because I got waxed again today” you nonchalantly speak as you get up from your seat to grab a drink from the fridge “Oh how was your appointment this time? I know you said it hurt last time” he dries his hands off after turning off the water

“It hurt a little bit but he was super gentle” you say as you grab a juice bottle from the fridge and close the door, trying to look unbothered and not laugh

“What” was all that came out of the redhead’s mouth as he had a blank expression on his face “It hurt a little bit but he was super gentle” you nonchalantly repeat yourself as you go to sit back down at the island

“But… I thought women did the waxing” he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion “What do you mean?” You give him a confused expression in response

“You said he was super gentle” your husband repeated your words back to you, staring to become more jealous by the minute

“Well I normally have a lady wax me but she was not there today” you play it off “So there was no other woman available?” He leans back on the counter

“Yeah there were…” you try to sound guilty of something you didn’t even do “So why did a man have to do it?” He whined and threw his head back while covering his face with his hands

“Okay I feel bad, it’s a prank Eiji” you reassured him and he breathed a sigh of relief “Yeah there’s no men that work there thankfully” you remind him and he nods in understanding while coming over to hug you “I don’t mean to be jealous” he tells you in a chuckle

Bakugo

“Oh my gosh Kats you have to get a feel” you smile as you walk downstairs into the kitchen where your husband was cooking dinner. You had your phone in your hand and down by your side recording the prank you planned to pull on him.

“Feel of what?” He gruffly responded while cutting up some vegetables “You’re funny, I got my wax today! Remember?” You tilt your head to the side with a playful expression “it’s so smooth” you talk as if your mesmerized

“Shouldn’t you know that by now?” He doesn’t look up from the vegetables “you’ve been getting waxed for two years now”

“Well yeah” you shrug “Okay then I guess you don’t wanna feel” you stretch out your words as you go to walk away

“Now hold on a damn minute I never said I didn’t want to feel!” He responded defensively “just later is all”

“Okay I’m looking forward to that” you smile as you pour yourself a glass of wine “You should, you know I’m good with my hands” he smirks “Oh trust me, I know” you laugh

“Yeah you’re gonna be so surprised, he did a great job” you casually state as you take a sip of your drink

“Huh?!” He drops his knife on the cutting board and whips his head around to look at you “What?” You look at him like your a deer in the headlights

“You let another man touch your vagina?!” He shouts but it doesn’t phase you as you’re trying your hardest not to laugh “Katsuki don’t be weird about it, that’s his job” you tell him

“Oh I’m sure it is!” He manically laughs “I’m sure he gets a real kick out of touching my wife’s vagina!”

“Okay now you’re making it weird” you try to sound annoyed “Because it fucking is weird!” He shouts in response

“Katsuki only women work there” you remind him and he stiffens “Yeah obviously” he turns around to continue cutting vegetables and you start cackling “I got this all on video it was a prank from tiktok” you exclaimed “oh fuck off” he groans which causes you to laugh even harder

Denki

As you mindlessly scrolled on TikTok after a long day of running errands you came across a video that caught your attention. In the video, the girl had pranked her boyfriend by casually telling him that she got a bikini wax by a man instead of another woman.

You giggled at the video and thought it would be a funny idea to play this prank on your fiancé. Getting up off the couch, you propped up your phone on a shelf behind the TV hidden but just enough to see the scene that’s about to unfold on the couch.

You weren’t sure how he was going to react to this prank but knowing Denki, it was going to be funny!

“Hey Denks!” You called out to the electric blonde who poked his head into the living room within a minute “Yes queen?” He grins

“My feet hurt from running errands” you tell him “Mind if I get a foot massage?” You give him those puppy eyes. You didn’t even need to beg him to do it, he was already on it as soon as you asked

“Of course, anything for my baby” he smiles as he sits down on the opposite end of the couch so you could stretch out your legs “So how was your day”

“Well I got a bikini wax this morning” you tell him. “Oh sweet so does that mean we can get it on?” He smirks and glances over at you “sure!” You giggle “You’ll be impressed with the wax, he did a great job and he was so gentle too it didn’t even hurt” you explain and he stops massaging your foot

“What?” He smiles and turns to you with wide eyes. “My regular girl was out sick and the only available appointment was with a guy. I was skeptical at first but he actually did a good job” you try to keep a straight face but it’s becoming increasingly more difficult as the expression is only one you can describe as the “chick fla sauce girl”

“Denki?” You try to get him to say anything “Are you alright?” you sit up from your spot where you once were laying down

“Babygirl” he shakes his head “ l could’ve done it!” He states putting emphasis on the ‘I’ making you laugh “Wait you’re not mad?” You questioned and he shakes his head

“Oh I’m mad, that kitty is only for mua to see!” He says gesturing to himself “Well it’s a prank” you laugh “See? My phone is behind the books right there” you point and he smacks his forehead “Of course!” He pretends as if he’s been acting stupid for not knowing

“But…can I see the wax?” He gives you puppy eyes “Sure let me just stop the video” you smile

Sero

“Hi my love” you smile as you walk into your shared bedroom where your husband was playing his video games with his friends

“Oh hey!” He looks over and smiles at you while muting his microphone “How was running errands?” He asks you

“Oh it was fine” you sigh as you take off your shoes and put them in the closet while subtly hitting record on your phone and propping it up on the dresser before returning to lay down on the bed to watch him play video games “I cashed some checks at the bank, picked up some ingredients to make dinner and I went and got my bikini wax done” you tell him

“Oh sweet!” He puts his controller down while waiting in the lobby of a game, turning around to look at you “So? You, me, bed after dinner?” He smirks.

Truthfully he never minded weather you were waxed or not. But it had become a tradition for the two of you to have intimate times after you get your wax done.

“Oh sure!” You smile while moving to massage his shoulders “The guy did a great job” you tell him as part of the prank you’d seen done on TikTok

“Wait wait” he put his controller down “He?”

“Yeah?” You do your best acting and try to act as if you’re confused on why he’s questioning it “What’s wrong?” You inquire

“Another man saw your kitty?” He furrows his eyebrows at you and you shrug “Well it’s his job so I didn’t think anything of it” you try to explain without laughing

“I know you’re lying” he groaned and threw his head back in frustration “Why would you let a man give you a bikini wax?”

“I told you! Because it’s his job” you re tell him and he shakes his head “Nah that’s crazy, another man touched and saw my wife’s vag” he sits back in his chair to reassess his thoughts

“Don’t get too mad” you tell him, internally deciding to call off the prank “Why?” He frowns at you “Because it’s just a prank” you smile “Say hi to my phone” you point to where it’s propped up on the dresser

“Oh my god I saw this on TikTok” he laughs “Im so sorry” he grabs your hand “I should’ve realized before I got mad” he looks apologetic

“Oh gosh Hanta!” You groan in guilt “No you have a right to be mad at things like that it’s completely normal” you smile and kiss his cheek

“So you gonna make it up to me?” He asks while turning off his game console and unplugging his headset

“How?” You furrow your eyebrows in a questioning manor “Come here” he playfully smiles as he climbs on top of you and begins to make out with you

Before he begins to remove your shirt you break the kiss “Hanta” you catch your breath “My phone is still recording” you remind him

“Great!” He grins

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sthavoc · 8 months ago

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hii can i request something from the previous stories where they meet at the oscars but reader wins an award, so he sees them hug their co star and going up the stage?

- love your work<3

࿐ ࿔ 💎 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x actress!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: enzo and you meet at the Oscars. he admires you as you go up the stage to receive your award.

·˚ ༘ warnings: fluff, mentions of nervousness?

·˚ ༘ note: yall I just made up a random movie name lmao. i’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to write one fic, this has been sitting in my draft for weeks now 😓. ps u can tell I love enzo in black. I'm sorry if there's any grammar mistakes. i’ll try to update soon!

Cameras flashed all around the carpet, you embodied every new pose for each camera and revealed a few smiles.

“Y/N look this way!”

“You look amazing!”

After ending a few shots you walked across the carpet trying to get into the venue, that was until you crossed paths with a group of men. One of them bumped into your body frame when you tried walking into the entry of the venue, your hands plopped from the front of your dress.

“Oh- I’m sorry.” You perked up to see a man in a black suit, somewhere between your age, if not older. And you swore you recognized him from somewhere. But you weren’t sure from where.

“I’m sorry, miss.” His accent was thick. You stood by thinking for a second until it hit you—

“¿Enzo?” The tone of your voice seemed with excitement that you couldn’t hold back.

“¿Sí?” He replied with a questionable style, but his lips showed a smile.

You extended your arms in a way of surprise. Meeting other celebrities that you were a fan of because of their work would always get you so hyped up. You still were not used to the fact of meeting other celebrities in person, not just through the screen. “¡No puedo creer que estés aquí! Soy T/N, gran fan tuya—” You shake your head placing your hand on your opened chest. “Excelente trabajo que hiciste en la Sociedad de la Nieve.”

His smile only grew with your praise. It was the hugest one you had ever seen, it almost made you wonder if it didn’t hurt his cheeks. “Ay, pero vos—” he copies your motion of putting his hand on his chest with a small pout of warmness. “Me fascina tu trabajo.”

The both of you kept on lauding each other with so many compliments, that at this moment everybody had seen the two of you together. But for both of it felt like you were just having a normal conversation as two friends, not even two people that had just met.

“Vi que estás nominada a mejor actriz.” He mentions.

Your head nodded with excitement, excitement that you couldn’t hold back. You were so happy to be here and thankful as well that all your hard work got you to where you once wanted to be.

“Estoy muy emocionada pero también muy nerviosa.”

“Ya verás que ganas, vos sos la mejor.” He gave you a side smile with a wink that didn’t seem flirtatious but more friendly. “Y si no, no pasa nada. Un premio no define tus logros y gran trabajo.”

“Ay gracias.” You blushed at his compliment.

The both of you walked into the venue of the Oscars. You had to part ways but you wished each other the best of luck before you went to your respective seats. The nerves inside you never stopped and continued to tremble through the night. Even more with how close they would get to the best actress.

You were trying to repeat the words Enzo had told you. Even if you didn’t win you were still proud and happy to be one of the nominees. That is something that shows how big of an accomplishment you’ve made and it makes you nothing but proud.

When the host got the envelope that revealed who was the winner of tonight’s best actress, your heart felt like it was running the mile.

“And the nominees for best actress are—”

Each of the actresses began to appear on the screen, including yourself, with scenes from the movies. Each of you had a round of applause that made you smile, from the nerves and happiness. This was it.

“And the Oscar goes to—” The screen lit up with all the nominees having a camera facing towards them.

From where Enzo sat he looked only at you through the screen. He smiled seeing how you couldn’t hide your shakiness and nervousness, but also excitement.

“YN. Later On Tonight.” Enzo watched the moment your face went into shock as you did a little jump before turning to look at your co-stars who had the same reaction as you.

The venue erupted into clapping, Enzo with them. He watched how you raised from your chair and walked over towards the stage, your dress slightly dragged on the shiny floor, but it wasn’t important at the moment. Enzo watched how you accepted your Oscar and how you stared at it with shock in the eyes, he was honestly proud.

He thought you looked beautiful, your dress was a light shade of green, your hair was half up and the intention was for it to look messy, for you had a couple of strands on your face. Your makeup wasn’t much, but you could still notice it. There was a little glittery eyeshadow on your eyes and your lips were a tinted strawberry red. You looked like a princess to him.

“Wow, This— I don’t know how to start.” You giggled out of shock. “Thank you so much to everyone in the crew, my parents, friends, and agent, I wouldn’t be here tonight accepting this award if it wasn’t for any of you. I am so grateful, and all of the nominees tonight you all are amazing in what you do, big fan of all of you.”

Your lips let out a sight trying to think, you were able to make contact with Enzo who only smiled and stared softly. You thought of how to finalize your speech.

“A wonderful person tonight told me, and I quote, “Un premio no define tus logros y gran esfuerzo” An award does not define your accomplishments and great effort, and they are right. So to anyone who doesn’t win tonight, or didn't, just know you are amazing at what you do, you are still the best and already winners. Thank you so much.” You raise the Oscar in the air. When you glanced towards Enzo once more you noticed his smile.

He watched you run towards your friends immediately embracing each other in a huge hug. He watched how you jumped up and down, to what he found cute. He watched how you snapped a picture with the award and a silly smile. He assumed your reasons were to show a loved one the award.

You looked pure, mesmerizing. He felt the necessity to snap a picture of your moment and send it to you. You needed this framed. Maybe his way of starting a conversation with you after the events. When he took the picture, he captured you smiling with the Oscar in one hand and covering your mouth in shock with the other.

He’ll see when he sends it.

After all, you'll answer. Will be surprised, but you'll answer.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic blurb #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic x you

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pretty-little-whorror · 1 month ago

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Rough House - Ash Williams

AvED Ash smut bc i still need him. This ones been sitting in my drafts since December ish so i thought i would finish it.

wc: 4.1k

tags: older man/younger woman(age is never specified, written in mind with a 20-something), "outdoor" sex, kinda public sex, car sex but not like normal, almost getting caught, p in v sex, oral(fem receiving), light nipple play, unprotected sex, cream pie, light fighting, mentions toward canon style violence. not completely proof read I just searched for the underlined words.

Ash sat in the aged lawn chair, watching as you grumpily worked to wash the Deadite guts off of his car. He was rather pleased with himself, finding not only a way to pawn chores onto someone else, but to ogle at your figure as you bent over the hood of his car. As for you, the hot summer weather does nothing to ease your mood. You grabbed another sponge from the bucket while you silently cursed Kelly and Pablo for running off on a grocery run before you had the mind to.

After finishing his beer with one long gulp, he crumpled it with his metal hand and tossed it somewhere behind him. Hearing the aluminum can hit the ground, your eyes met the sky impatiently. “Really?” You sighed, his behavior only adding to your aggravation.

“Hm?” He hummed in response as he leaned over in his chair to grab another can from the cooler placed next to him.

“Seriously? You can’t even throw your own shit out?” You turned to him, a soapy hand resting on your hip.

“Oh please, sugar, I hardly think it matters. I’ve done worse. Pick it up if it bothers you so much.” He shrugged, a careless grin plastered across his mug. The pop of the metal tab sounded deafening as he opened up his next beer.

“I swear to God, Ash if you don’t pick up that fucking can, I’m gonna shove it so far up your ass you’re gonna be burping aluminum for the next week.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender as he raised himself from the chair. “Easy there, darling, no need to get all worked up.” He walked back to where the can had landed. “I’ll pick up the ‘fucking can’” he mocked. You let out a sigh, deciding to ignore him for your own sake. You turned back to the car and used the sponge to push a chunk of what was maybe brain at one point onto the gravel. You winced as it landed with a heavy ‘splat’.

“Oh, come on now sugar, a little manual labor never hurt no one. We’ll be finished in no time, then you can go get your beauty rest.” He said as he settled back into his chair. “Or maybe do some sunbathing, I can always help with the sunscreen.”

“We?” You snapped back toward him. “There has been no ‘we’, Ash, just you working on getting day drunk while I clean your fucking car!.”

“Well then you can’t say I’m not working.” He winked with his trademark cocky, full-of-himself grin. “Besides, I’m supervising. Making sure everything is up to my incredibly high standards.”

“Then how about you finish this shit up then, yeah? It’s too fucking hot out for me to be dealing with you.”

Ash feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. “Oh how you wound me with your words. Can’t you see, baby? The sweat, the heat, the hard work, that’s all part of the Ash Williams experience. I’ve got to save my hands for more delicate matters.” He wiggled his hand with a wink. “Besides, if you do a good job maybe we can go get a drink.” He bounced his brows.

“Only if I can drown you in it.” You gave him a poisoned sweet smile with a glare.

He again rose from the chair and walked over to the car, standing next to you as you cleaned. “You just need a little bit more elbow grease, sweetheart. Once we're done we can try something else to ease those troubles of yours, hm?”

“Right now you’re my only frustration.” You remarked, turning your back to him. “Pablo should be doing this, he’s the one with the shit aim.” You sighed.

“Yeah and I’m making him buy our provisions as punishment. Besides, you have me here for moral support and expert supervision. It would be irresponsible of me to let you miss out on all the valuable life lessons I have to offer.”

You ignored him again, wringing the sponge out over the bucket before dipping it into the clean bucket full of suds.

“But, if you don’t think you have the mental capacity to learn a thing or two from my noggin, I can always find someone who can.”

“Now, you know better than to threaten me with a good time, Ashley.” You didn’t even turn to face him as you spoke.

“Oh, come one now sweetheart, once a lady gets a taste of what Ash Williams has to offer, they always come back asking for more.” He shrugged and took a sip from his drink as he turned to walk back to his chair.

Deciding that he had finally run your patience too thin, you let out an annoyed groan and chucked the sponge at his back. “Fuck you! Clean your own fucking car!” You shouted at him as he slowly turned around with a surprised, albeit impressed, look on his face.

“Oh fine, fine. Don’t get your panties in a twist, sugar cake. I can finish cleaning my baby. I’m sure she needs a gentle touch after what you’ve done with her.”

You rolled your eyes again but continued to walk away, deciding you were done with him until you found something, a lot of something, to drink. However, as soon as you were no more than a pace or two in front of him on your way back to the trailer, you felt a heavy stream of water hit your back. The unexpected force almost pushing you forward. You snapped around to see Ash holding the hose with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. Seeing red, you quickly closed the distance between the two of you and you swiped at his feet, sending him falling to the ground, dropping the hose on his descent.

“Jesus fucking Christ” He shouted as his back hit the gravel floor. “At least you're not throwing a temper tantrum.” He winced as he got up, wiping down his pants after his fall. You turn back around, trying again to go back to the trailer for the second time, but then his voice again grated against your ears. “Now do you have it all out of your system or did you wanna tangle a little more?”

Taking the bait, you turn around again and made the same move to knock him down again. Now prepared to use his years-honed reflexes, he sidestepped out of dodge as you lunged at him. As you went past him he grabbed your arm, using your momentum against you. He twisted your arm behind your back and pushed you up against the newly cleaned, still wet car with a firm grip.

“Oh come on now, baby, let’s channel that energy into something physical that’s a little less violent, hm?” He chuckled, his breath fanning against the nape of your neck.

You took a second to take in your situation, bent over the Delta by Ash and your face flushed red, however less from anger this time. Not caring for the predicament you whipped your head up, the back of your skull hitting his jaw, causing him to bust his lip open on his teeth. He stumbled back, allowing her to stand up. He raised his left hand to his bleeding lip, an expression of surprise once again painted on his face, however the corners of his mouth curled into a playful smile.

You looked over him, not able to take in his full figure given the lack of space between the two of you. Initially, you had resented the smile that played on his lips, but you almost felt a sort of release. Finally being able to take out your frustrations, not only from Ash, but from the continuous pile of shit you had been navigating through these past few months.

“Now where’s that spitfire when we need-”

Before we was able to finish, you bent down and grabbed the hose from off the ground and whipped it at his side. The stream of water avoiding him but spraying all over the side of the Airstream as a result. Ash yelped in surprise as he narrowly avoided his face being doused in water. He chuckled at your resourcefulness and raised his hands as a white flag. As worked his way towards you, you decided you weren’t done yet and again repeated the move to swipe his legs out from under him with your own. Only narrowly avoiding the move this time, he only tipped a little over your before regaining his balance. You balled your hand into a fist and pulled back, ready to throw a punch but he again caught your arm, pushing it flush against your chest and using it to maneuver you back to the car, the back of your legs hitting the side of the hood.

“You’ve gotta get another move in your deck, baby.” He chuckled. “Besides, I'm getting a little tired of this. Now are we done or do you have something else you’d like to try?” He pulled back on your arm, moving your torso forward just a bit as a subtle, but surprisingly un-obnoxious show of his current power over you. You didn’t talk back, just staring up at him. Luckily you had worked yourself up during your brief spat, allowing the blush coming over your face a pliable excuse. You wanted to say your next move was nothing more than impulsive but deep down you knew better.

You pulled against his grip, not in an attempt to free yourself, but instead to bring him down to your level. Still having to balance on your toes, you brought your lips harshly up to his, able to taste the blood you had caused to accumulate not more than five minutes ago. You could feel him smirk against your lips, but you were past getting annoyed at his hubris. His grip on your wrist loosened as he pushed into the kiss and you felt the cool metal of his right hand on your side through the dampened fabric of your t-shirt.

“Now that’s the kinda move I’m talking about.” He spoke, barely separating his mouth from yours.

“You’re not gonna shut up, are you?” You grumbled, completely freeing yourself from his wrist and running your hand over his clothed chest.

“Well there’s a few other things I can do with my trap.” He winked. You rolled your eyes again, he was always gonna be this cheesy.

“Why don’t we just focus on being quiet for now, hm?” You patted his chest as he smirked, closing the distance between your lips once again. He took the opportunity to pull at your bottom lip with his teeth, an unspoken request you granted by sighing into the kiss, your other arm wrapping around his shoulder in time.

As his tongue pushed into your mouth, his hands falling onto either side of your waist, gently running the distance between there and the curve of your hips before he gently patted your ass, a silent signal you followed by jumping up onto the hood of the car and spreading your legs enough for him to stand between. Now settled, his hands crept up beneath your shirt, separating the wet fabric from your skin as left snaked a path up to your bra, reaching around the back to expertly unclasp the garment in a single move.

Deciding it was well past your turn, your hands worked on undoing the first few buttons of the henley, allowing enough space for you to run a hand over his chest, your fingers lightly dancing through the dark hair peeking through. You then tugged the shirt out of the waistband of his pants.

His hands moved down, palming yours hungrily through the fabric of your jeans. He undid them quickly and lifted you slightly off the hood in order to discard them completely.

“Shit baby,” He murmured, his lips millimeters away from your ear, his hot breath fanning over the shell. “You’ve got no clue how long I’ve been waiting to get into your shorts.”

“Oh, I think I’ve got some sort of idea.” You teased back, undoing his belt and sliding it through the loops of his jeans.

“So you just let me sit there like a begging dog?”

“Consider it a test of patience.” You smirked as you brought your lips back to his. While you hoped that would have silenced him, he had proven you wrong.

“First test I’ve ever passed.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’d believe that.” You unlatched your arms from around his neck to get rid of your wet shirt and bra. “You barely passed this one.”

"It's hard to study when I'm hot for teacher."

You rolled your eyes at his remark as he explored your newly exposed skin, his hands cupping your breasts, the cool metal of his right hand a stark contrast to the warmth of his other. He circled his thumbs over your hardened nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from you. He pressed his mouth to your jawline as he continued to paw and knead at your breasts, slowly trailing a path from your neck, then down to your collarbone, to the valley between your breasts. His lips eventually landing on your nipple, tongue swirling around the hardened peak as his left hand fondled the other.

Eventually, he raised his head to bring his lips to yours again, kissing you hot and messy. His fingers moved down your stomach, undoing your shorts and pulling them down your legs, you helped to kick them off once they fell down to your ankles. He gave a quick nip to your bottom lip before pulling away. He brought his hands up briefly to gently push at your shoulders.

"Go ahead and lay back for me, sweet thing."

You complied eagerly, the cool metal of the car hood against your heated skin sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze was heavy as he raked over your body, taking in every curve and contour of your body sprawled out on his car. He couldn't help but smile at the sight before stepping away for a moment. You gave him a quizzical look as he made his way towards the lawn chair he had been sat in earlier.

"Uh, hello?" You spoke up, propping yourself up on your elbows. You watched with a raised brow as he brought the chair back over to where you laid on the car.

"Give an old guy a break, yeah?" He smirked, sitting back down. The old, beaten chair just low enough to place him right between your legs. He tugged at the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs. However, instead of tossing them aside like your shorts, he pocketed the fabric into his jeans, giving you a wink as he did so. His eyes glinted with mischief and desire as his hands ran up and down your thighs, eventually propping them over his shoulders. He lips pecked on the soft flesh of your inner thigh before settling at the apex between your legs.

His tongue dipped into your folds, lapping at the arousal coating your core. He groaned as your taste coated his tongue, his grip on your thighs tightening.

His motions started exploratory, paying close attention to the reactions each movement was able to elicit from you. While his ministrations has started small, they quickly matched those of a man starved; you felt his nose bump your clit as he delved into your dripping cunt, savoring every movement as if this would be his last meal.

Your hand reached down to where his head was buried between your legs, your fingers weaving through his hair and gripping hard onto the locks.

"Goddamn, Ash." You sighed, arching your back and instinctively pushing your hips forward. You could hear him chuckle, the sound reverberating through you in a subtle vibration. His left hand that had been gently gripping at your thigh trailed up to join his tongue, his fingers dancing around your entrance, collecting the slick signs of your arousal on his fingertips.

He slowly pushed the digits in, causing your grip on his hair to tighten. He began to pump his fingers, the movements beginning as slow and tantalizing, however they quickly began to match his own impatience. The combination of his tongue eagerly lapping at your swollen clit and his fingers spreading you open causes that all too familiar and welcome tension to start tightening in your core.

"Fuck...Fuck I'm gonna cum!" Your words were breathless and whiny. His metallic hand patted your thigh encouragingly.

"C'mon baby," He groaned, his words becoming less muffled as he withdrew his head from between your legs, replacing the attention on your clit with pressured circling from his thumb. "Cum for me baby, all over my hand, c'mon."

It took only a few more deliberate movements before you came undone on his hand, a jumbled string of whines and curses expelling from your mouth in time. He slowed his movements, as if to help you down from the high before withdrawing his hand and standing back up, pushing the chair away with the back of his thighs. He leans down, kissing sloppily from the crook of your neck up to your lips as you came to all while muttering reassurances.

"Such a pretty, perfect little pussy for me. Not fair for you to be hiding that, hm?" You moaned into his kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

"So pretty when you cum baby, want you to cum on my cock this time, yeah?" He pushed his jeans down, the cloth of his boxers going with them, allowing his hard and aching cock to spring free. He wasted no time positioning himself between your legs, the head of his cock brushing against your entrance.

"Ash," You whined. "Stop teasing." Your plea was met in reply with a confident smirk.

"Oh c'mon now, nothing you can't handle."

"Please..." You whimpered, your hips bucking up in an attempt to draw him in deeper. "Just fuck me already."

"Well if you're gonna ask so nicely." He grinned, slowly thrusting forward, letting you get accustomed to his size as he pushed himself in inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. "Goddamn," He dropped his head as he hovered over you, his movements still. "So fucking good, so nice n' wet for me."

He began to move, his hips setting a steady rhythm as he pumped in and out of you, each thrust sending engulfing your nerves in red hot pleasure. As his pace increased, you could hear the car creak beneath the two of you, the sound mingling with your moans and the wet slap of skin against skin.

Ash used his metal hand to anchor him to the hood of the car, allowing his left hand to roam your body, eventually landing on again kneading the plump flesh of your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You moved your legs up from his hips to wrap around his waist, pulling yourself closer and allowing him to plunge into you deeper and hitting that perfect, sensitive spot inside you with each stroke.

"Ash- fuck, right there." You gasped. "Just like that." You arched your back up, pushing your hips up to meet his each heavy thrust, tension again coiling tight in your core. He groaned in response to your words, his movements becoming more shallow but focusing on making sure he fucks you deep where you want him.

"You gonna cum again for me? Cum all over my cock?" His hand left your chest moved down to your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he moved you in time with his thrusts, angling himself so that he was grinding against your clit every time his hips met yours. The combination of sensations pushing you closer to the edge, your body trembling as the increasing pleasure brings you to the brink of your orgasm.

"Gonna," You breathed out, "Gonna cum again, Ash." You whined, writhing underneath him.

"Yeah baby, me too." He groaned, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on his movements, regardless his thrusts had begun to turn more erratic and less focused as his own climax approached. The cool metal of his right hand came down to the other side of your hip, allowing his other hand to again move and slide between your legs. His fingers gathering some of your slick from where the two of you connected before circling tight over your swollen and overly sensitive clit. The added sensation causing an almost pornographic moan to slip through your parted lips. Your body tensed, muscles tightening in preparation for the heavy climax his actions promised you.

"Shit, oh my God-" Your words were cut off by a knife-sharp gasp as your orgasm hit you like a heavy wave. Your walls clamped down around him, pulsing in time with your heavy breaths. Feeling you tighten around him, Ash let out a guttural groan, almost baring his teeth.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight. Gonna cum." He shuddered, his final thrusts rushed and erratic before burying himself deep inside of you as he found his own release, cock pulsing as he painted your velvet walls with thick ropes of his cum. You mewled, your oversensitive cunt feeling heavy from the passing bliss of your orgasm combined with sensation of the additional fullness of his release.

As the final moments of your climaxes subsided, Ash carefully pulled away from you, his softening cock slipping from your well-used heat, causing a quiet whine to leave your mouth, pouting from the sudden emptiness. He took a moment, still panting, before stuffing himself back into his boxers and up his jeans.

"Goddamn, sugar. Haven't had a fuck like that in years." He said, marveling and taking in the look of you still blissed out from your orgasm as if to commit it to memory. You lolled your head to the side lazily, thoroughly fucked out. He snickered, taking pride in how tired he had made you.

"C'mon princess, let's go inside and get you cleaned up." He patted your thigh encouragingly. You sighed, not wanting to get up but knowing he was right.

"Yeah, just gimme a second to make sure I can feel my legs." Your words were mumbled but not inaudible. You heard him chuckle.

"Ol' Ashley fuck you that good?"

You rolled your eyes, deciding that was the extent of a response he would get from you, knowing his ego didn't need further stoking. You took him in as he stood a few feet away from you. You stretched out on the car hood before slowly sitting up, taking a moment to get your bearings before sliding off the Delta. You began to pick your discarded clothes off from the ground, grumbling as you noticed they had become covered in dirt and mud, likely as a result from the earlier hose fight. As you bent down to recover your bra, you heard a loud 'slap' accompanied by a sharp sting to your ass. You snapped up, immediately glaring at Ash who just grinned.

"Don't think just because I let you fuck me that I won't kick your ass, Williams." You sneered, pointing a finger at him. He raised his hands in mock surrender, allowing you to pick up the remaining scattered garments, tilting his head and appreciating the growing red mark on your skin.

Your head again perked up as you heard the familiar roaring of a motorcycle approaching in the distance. You quickly walked over to where your shorts had landed before hurriedly trying to make your way back to the trailerr to shield yourself from the incoming eyes of Kelly and Pablo. The fact that they had been out slipping from your mind until now.

Before you could make it to the small set of stairs, Ash grabbed you by your waist, pulling you to his chest.

"Why in such a rush, sweet thing?" He chuckled as you squirmed against his grip.

"Let go!" You hissed, urgently trying to push away from his lumber arms as Pablo's bike pulled into the driveway.

"Oh, c'mon, you'll let me fuck you out here but the thought of those two seeing a little skin from you sends you running?" He teased.

"Ash, I'm not kidding." Your voice was firm, the thought of Kelly and Pablo seeing you like this making your stomach churn. He could sense the urgency in your voice and reluctantly releasing you from his grip, but still appreciating the view of your naked, reddened ass as you streaked into the trailer, slamming the storm door shut behind you.

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 5 months ago

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Orange Blossoms

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word Count: 6.4k

Notes: You dont understand, when I make the drafts for my chapters so I can just copy, paste, and queueeue, I do it in order, so I just did 5, 6 and now 7, all so I could say “can you tell I’ve been watching Dora”

P.S I’m gonna spoil here, just in case. Things start to get steamy and Buck ties readers wrists to the headboard just so you’re aware if you don’t like that.

Chapter 7: Where are we going? Build a Bear!

Buck and Eddie are on the couch, waiting for you to show up. He wanted to get you alone but Eddie stopped by to drop something off and he kind of accidentally stayed

“You know, I think she gave me a size kink”

“Jes-“ Eddie tosses his phone down onto the couch as Buck scrolls through your Instagram very carefully so he doesn’t like any old pictures

“Like….she’s just so short. I could just pick her up and like… toss her”

“Why would you want to toss her”

“Okay, not toss her- shut up I already had this discussion…. But like, here”

He starts typing on his phone and Eddie sighs, running his hand over his face. Buck shoves the phone into his hands and his mouth drops wide open

“Buck?!!!! Buck. This- this is”

“Just scrub through it, I’m pretty sure it was 2:59”

“You know the timestamp”

“It’s what made me think about her like that, of course, I know the timestamp”

Eddie sinks down on the couch tilting the phone and scrubs through the… less than safe for work video. In fact, he’s never been more glad to be in his own home… okay Buck’s home but same difference. He gets to the part Buck was talking about, the man is holding the girl up, his arms crossed and braced between her breasts as he practically impales her

“I don’t think you could do this, her hips are way too luscious for that, you’d never last,” He says as he watches the video, Buck leans over and goes backward a little

“Okay what about this one”

Eddie narrows his eyes as they really study these positions “for science” So far Buck’s other favorite seems to be having you leaned over the bed with your toes not even touching the floor as he rails into you. Eddie likes the one with his whole body covering the girl as he holds her tightly, drilling into her like that.

“These are so male gaze oriented” Buck sighs “What do you think she would like?”

“I feel like she likes to ride it, the way she sits on her bike when she’s talking kind of makes me think of that,” Eddie says, looking up yet another video, they’re both hard at this point, and have just committed to not acknowledging it “Like remember how good she looked on top of you? The way her back arched??”

They watch videos together for a while, pointing things out, and working out the logistics of other things.

It’s the most ridiculous thing they’ve done this week

They’re listening to a whimpering ASMR when there’s a knock at the front door, they’d ordered pizza earlier. Eddie takes the phone, looking up something else again

“You know what I bet she’d like?”

“Hm?” Buck says as he gets up to get the door

“Amazon position”

He groans and drags his feet to the door, unlocking it “Don’t say that to me, please. Because ever since the beach I need to be dominated like that by her and she literally never needs to know that”

He turns to the open door and you’re standing there, with a couple packs of sodas in your arms. Buck’s mouth drops wide open and his face turns a deep shade of red. He gestures, not even being able to form words

“You good bro?” Eddie calls from the couch, and you slip through the door, past a floundering Buck, and over to the kitchen

“No, I think he’s broken again”

Eddie exits the site fast and bursts out laughing as Buck still stands at the door too mortified to turn around

“Hey is there much traffic?” He asks as you’re loading the sodas into the fridge

“Uhhh it’s not too heavy right now, but you know it’s L. A, There’s always traffic” You stand up, looking at him over the fridge

“Why?”

“Oh I’m just trying to figure out where I should walk right into it”

You giggle as you walk back over to the front door and take his hand, pulling him into the house and shutting the door

“You don’t need to walk into traffic”

Buck groans embarrassedly, bending down and laying his head on your shoulder. You coo softly, holding his head to you

“Awwww pobrecito” you laugh as he whines loudly and puts his hands on your hips

“Damn, she is pretty small compared to you,” Eddie says from the couch and Buck flips him off before pulling you against his body and nuzzling his face into your neck

“Buck!! Quit it!!” You squeal as he starts kissing your neck and squeezing you tighter

“No, I’m trying to make myself feel better! You just stand here and look pretty”

He dramatically kisses your neck and you squeal again, laughing and trying to push him away

“Quit being a big baby!!”

He gets on his knees, hugging your waist tightly and burying his face into your tummy

“No thanks, I’ll be your baby any day,” He says, looking up at you. And he only slightly regrets this angle because he’s absolutely drooling over your full breasts, in the most respectful way possible and pretending like they aren’t incredibly distracting

You on the other hand, lean forward, giving him a little kiss on the forehead running your fingers through his hair and cupping his cheek

“You’ll be my baby boy any day huh? You gonna be my good boy today Buck?”

“Shit, I felt that from over here” Eddie groans, rolling off the couch and getting up to come into the kitchen. Buck sinks down further on his knees, his legs spreading

“Are you still alive?” Eddie asks him as he grabs one of the sodas from the fridge and the ice tray

“Huh?” Buck is staring up at you, a pleasant little dazed look on his face. Nothing can hide the exact way he’s feeling right now… maybe a pillow.

“Look at how sweet you look” You giggle and kiss his lips, he feels like a puddle, a really hard… really melty puddle.

“You’re gonna kill him,” Eddie says, standing next to you now, sipping his soda

“Nah he’s fine, aren’t you sweet boy” You pet his head lovingly and he whimpers, whiny and loud, he whimpers and Eddie tosses his head back laughing. You smack his chest and he covers his mouth, giggling hysterically

The doorbell rings, breaking the little spell you have over Buck and he just lays flat on the floor while Eddie goes to answer the door

“Uhhh… is he okay?” The delivery boy asks, getting Eddie’s change

“Nah, his girlfriend called him a good boy” Eddie takes the change and hands him a tip. You give him a little wave with your fingers and the guy looks you up and down

“Shit I’d be on the floor too”

Buck is so quiet as Eddie dishes up the pizza, he’s watching you intently as he nibbles his slice with both hands like a little squirrel. You watch him back, slowly eating it and Eddie’s head moves like he’s watching a tennis match, wondering who’s gonna break first

“Should I go? Like do you guys need a minute” He asks, blinking slowly “Because I can go”

“The second you leave I’m going to jump so maybe don’t,” He tells Eddie, not taking his eyes off of you and you smirk, sipping your drink

“Yeah but the tension is really high right nowww…and I’m literally so scared you’re gonna jump her anyway and I don’t wanna see that”

“Really? You don’t want to see her getting railed?” He says, looking at Eddie nonchalantly and you throw your pizza down in exasperation

“I mean no yeah I’ll watch her I guess-”

“Hey!”

“But you know not by you”

“Wait I’m your best friend you don’t wanna see my talents?”

“Yeah okay you know what maybe I could- you’re probably great. I think you’ve got the stamina, you work out regularly”

“Oh my god really?” Buck puts his hands over his heart and Eddie pats his shoulder

“Of course man”

“I’m so glad we can discuss Eddie being a cuck, this is so fun,” You say sarcastically, though the little smirk on your face gives away how hilarious this is. You look at them while wiping your hands on a napkin and Buck grins widely at you

“What are you talking about baby, he’s definitely joining us. Have you seen his ass?”

He turns Eddie to the side and you lean over the counter

“Yeah okay I could tap that”

“See!!” Buck smacks his butt and Eddie rolls his eyes, chuckling quietly

“You’re not saying no,” Buck says lowly, as you go to eat your pizza again and giggle

“And you’re saying yes??” Eddie scoffs and neither of you says anything and his mouth drops open

“Alright we’re done with this discussion you horny fucks” He puts his hands up in defeat and you and Buck high five

“I didn’t say yes!!”

“You didn’t need to” You purr and he flicks water from his cup onto you

“You guys can stop now”

“Are we making you uncomfortable?” Buck asks seriously, sipping his soda. “Cause I mean we want to, it’s so funny watching you all flustered but if you’re not comfortable we’ll stop and definitely apologize”

Eddie thinks for a moment, and shrugs his shoulders, his cheeks flushing as he puts his cup up to his lips

“It’s uh…. It’s fine…”

“Ayooooooo” You and Buck shout together, high-fiving again

A half-hour later you’re snuggled on the couch between the two of them, Buck has his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he draws little shapes on your arm. Eddie is sitting with his arms crossed and pouting after all your little jokes earlier.

“You can pick the movie” You smirk at Eddie as you hand him the remote

“Maybe I don’t wanna pick the movie” He huffs as he snatches it from your hands and you snicker, whacking his thigh

“Awwww is Eddie sad he didn’t get to be called a good boy” Buck taunts him, reaching over and pinching his cheek and you laugh when Eddie slaps his hand away

“We said we weren’t talking about that anymore!!“

You and Buck giggle with each other, teasing and poking at Eddie and he slaps you both away. He’s just putting on Friday the 13th (which he knows you hate) when his phone starts ringing, he rolls his eyes and gets up to answer it

“Saved by the bell” You sigh as you lean into Buck and he leans down, kissing your nose and you giggle

“Okay- Gag” Eddie walks back in “I gotta go to the airport I’ll see you freaks later” he grabs his keys off the coffee table and Buck throws his hands up

“Hey! Where are you going?!”

“Yeah, you were just about to listen to me scream every five minutes!” You protest and he smirks

“First of all, this isn’t how I would plan on making you scream” He winks at you, and he and Buck high-five

“Second of all… uhhh… I gotta pick up my cousin”

Buck’s mouth drops open “Alicia?!!! You did not actually invite her!!”

“I panicked!!” Eddie cries out as he gets ready to leave “I didn’t know what to do??”

“Huh?” You ask, and Buck facepalms “Eddie invited his cousin to visit because earlier I had to hide I was talking to you…and apparently Alicia said yes!”

“She’s been meaning to come out this way anyway,” Eddie says as grabs a slice on the way out and you and Buck are left alone

“So…” You say looking at Buck’s hands, playing with his fingers “You gots a hot date?” You ask and he looks down at you, smirking

“Mhmm sure do. Got this cute lil thing letting me take her on a few dates… I know exactly where I’m taking her next too”

Your cheeks flush as you bite your lip and he pokes your nose

“Where are you taking her?” You ask sweetly and Buck grins

“Build a bear!! I thought we could make each other bears” he blushes and you gasp, hugging him tightly and knocking him back on the couch

“Buck!! That’s the cutest idea ever!!” You squeal and he laughs as he lays on top of you kissing all over your face “But what about my date for you?”

“You really think so??” He looks at his watch and bites his lip “You uh…you know it’s still open if you don’t mind a date right now. And we can just count this as a little side quest date”

“You wanna go now??” You sit up fast, knocking him off of you and he falls on the floor, wheezing

“Yeah we can go if you want”

You squeal and get up from the couch, rushing to find your bag

“Let’s go let’s go!!!”

Buck pulls into the mall parking lot and shuts off the jeep, you’ve been bouncing in your seat the entire time and he’s been rubbing your thigh trying to get you to calm down a little. You nearly launch yourself out of the car and he facepalms, grabbing your hand before you run off

“Hey… look at me” He pulls you into his chest, making you rest your chin between his pecs. He strokes your hair softly and smiles

“I realize how this sounds” he chuckles “But I need you to hold my hand in there okay? I can’t have you getting lost, I don’t know what I’d do if you did”

“Okay Dad” You sass him and he smacks your butt. He snickers when you squeak and he bends down, nuzzling your nose

“Try that again Miss Sassypants”

Your cheeks flush as you look at him, he gives you a little grin and you roll your eyes

“Okay Daddy,” You say, your voice soft and quiet and he blushes, rolling his eyes back

“Oh I’m gonna make you say that over and over I swear to god”

He takes your hand, whisking you away into the large mall ahead of you.

Build a Bear is relatively easy to find, and the more surprising part is there’s not anyone there. The worker says it’s the weekdays and they hardly get anyone in on those days, so you and Buck have the run of the shop.

You stare at the large line of bears, your arms crossed over your chest as you both slowly walk along the line. You narrow your eyes and pick up a couple, looking them over

“You’re really serious about this”

Buck breaks your concentration and you look up at him, blinking

“Uh duh, this is serious business,” you tell him “I have to pick the perfect bear!!”

“Whatever you pick is gonna be perfect for me baby, especially seeing how much thought you’re putting into it” He kisses your forehead and you smile a little

“Would it make it easier if I picked one?” He asks and you push him away further down the line

“Heck no!! I’m picking!!”

Buck breaks the rules and buys you two bears. He goes through the little heart ceremony with you for the first one and it’s disgustingly cute. As you rush off to go find an outfit, Buck secretly gets a lavender Axolotl stuffed for you too.

You’re not really sure what to dress your bear in, it’s a pink cuddles teddy bear with a strawberry scent inside. You peruse the shop, tapping your chin as you look at all the outfits and accessories. Buck comes over with a little hanger in hand and shows you

“Is it too cheesy to put him in a fireman’s costume”

He holds it up to the spring green frog and you laugh, reaching out and petting the frog

“No that’s perfect!!! I love it!”

Eventually, you settle on the fuzzy trim red robe and fuchsia satin panties

“Baby noooo, no” Buck whines when he sees them and you turn to him, putting your hand on your hip

“No, the bear isn’t supposed to turn me on!” He says and you snort, tossing your head back as you laugh at him

“I picked Mirabel from Encanto’s dress too okay? You can put her in that!!”

“Okay deal… whenever I want to mess around though I’ll put her in the other outfit like a bat signal”

You snicker and Buck grabs one of the little robes so you two can match. You both grab a couple more things and go to dump it all on the counter for checkout

“Wait!! We gotta name them!” He pulls you over to the screens and scans the tags

“Alright no peeking” He turns his body to you and you roll your eyes, smacking his butt

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, you don’t peek either!!”

You drum your fingers against the granite countertops, biting your lip as you think. Buck lets out a satisfied little sigh and turns around

“Welp I’m done, sucker” He hip-bumps you and you push him away

“Shut up and go pay for your bear I’m still thinking!!”

“Uh, you mean our bears. This is a date, remember?”

“Buck building a bear is expensive! I can pay for my own bear!”

“Fuck no. Oh shit! I probably shouldn’t curse in here” he looks around and luckily you’re both still alone save for the employee who’s just staring at him

“You work on that” You pat his arm as he walks away. You look back at the screen, sighing a bit irritably.

“It’s not a competition honey,” Buck says from the register “Besides I already won it”

You flip him off and he gasps dramatically, shielding his frog's eyes

“Not in front of the children!!”

You punch in the letters and hit print, walking over to him and pouting. He pulls you into his chest, chuckling softly, and kisses your head

“Oh come on… why are you pouting baby girl” He coos and you huff, turning to face the other way and he snickers.

“Come on it can’t be that bad”

The employee hands you two your little condos (that Buck absolutely paid for) and Buck takes your hand, pulling you from the store

“Just tell me!!” He says and you shrug. He rolls his eyes and takes you to a little bench, opening the condo and taking out the birth certificate

“Dolly?” He says “Like Dolly Parton? Because I can get behind that”

You fall against his chest and groan and he holds you, giggling at your dismay

“No…” you mumble and he has to lean a little closer to hear you “Dolly because you call me doll… I thought, you know it would be cute”

Buck’s heart melts as he pulls the pink bear from the box and looks at it. It’s in its little Mirabel dress

“Y/N that’s the cutest shit I’ve ever heard” he wipes away a fake tear and pushes your head away from him “I’m replacing you”

“Hey!!” You squeak and he hugs his bear to his chest, squeezing it and swishing back and forth

“She’s perfect!!!”

You smile at him, shaking your head, and opening your box, you take the fluffy green frog and hug it too, it’s got a strawberry scent in it

“So what did you name him?” You ask, looking back at Buck who’s nuzzling his bear's nose and he stops, looking over at you

“Uhhh…” he puts the bear back in the box and you giggle as he carefully closes it

“The best name ever!!” He says, taking it from you and holding it next to his face

“Buck Jr!!!”

The five of you head over to the food court because Buck just has to get you one of the Cinnabons they have there, he says it’s the best you’ll ever have. Buck sets you up at a little table and promises that he’ll be right back, giving you a sweet kiss and a wink before leaving. You pull out your frog, smoothing its fur a little

“Buck Jr” you giggle quietly to yourself as you look him over in his little firefighter outfit

“Hey, that’s a cute little frog you got there”

You look up to a random man standing in front of you, you blink at him, your face blank and emotionless

“Oh thanks”

“Yeah, where did you get him?”

Okay, maybe he’s just asking? You point across the way and then gesture to the two condos next to you

“Build a bear? Over there? It’s kinda hard to miss…” you lighten your voice a little giving him a polite smile “My boyfriend made him for me”

He turns and looks at it for a moment before stepping closer to you

Nevermind.

“Oh yeah! Haha I guess I should be more observant” He sits at the table next to you, turning his body toward you

“It looks pretty cute in there! Maybe you wouldn’t mind going with me? To help me pick one out?”

“Oh for like your girlfriend or something? Yeah just go with one of these!” You hold up the frog “These go over pretty well! The people there can definitely help you out”

You tuck Buck Jr back into his box and this loser scoots closer

“Actually, I thought maybe I could get one for you?”

“I’ve got three here, thanks”

“Oh come on… a pretty little thing like you could use more stuffed animals don’t you think?”

Oh gag.

“You know what-“ You whirl around on him to tell him off… but you’re a bit late. A brown bag lands in front of you and Buck sits right between the two of you, wiggling his hips to scoot you over and make room.

“Hi baby,” He says gleefully, ignoring the man he’s practically sitting on, and leans in, kissing you deeply. He pulls away a little and looks down at you, his sweet smile and perky demeanor don’t even come close to hiding that possessive glare in his eyes. One that reminds you all too much of your little bunny adventure

“Hi,” you say softly and he nuzzles his nose against yours before turning to the guy

“So who the fuck are you?” He asks, stoning his features and your heart practically beats out of your chest. Because an angry Buck is a sexy Buck. You feel a shiver trail down your spine as he stands up, reaching out for your hand and you immediately take it, gathering up your stuff

“Are you messing with my girlfriend?”

“I’m- no I didn’t-“ The guy got his hands up in defense now “She didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend dude I’m sorry”

Your mouth pops open and Buck looks down at you and then back at the man

“Wow. I don’t believe that.” He deadpans and you put your hand on his chest

“Let’s just go, please?” You ask quietly and he leans down, hooking his finger under your chin and tilting your head up to him

“You sure you don’t want me to beat his ass?”

“Excuse me??”

“I’ll do it for you baby” He purrs and you giggle, putting your hands on his waist and squeezing lightly

“I don’t want you getting in trouble, especially with Uncle Bobby”

“Did you just threaten me??” The guy asks, standing up now, Buck is bigger than him in every way, and definitely more lethal. Buck looks up at him, narrowing his eyes

“Fuck off if you know what’s good for you. I will burn you.” He growls and the guy takes a step back

“God you freak” He scowls, immediately leaving the two of you alone and walking off with his tail between his legs, because let’s be real, he was not about to fight Buck

Buck wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to him, and nuzzles his face into your neck

“Mine” His voice is whiny and childish and you snort, a complete 180° from who he just was five minutes ago

“Were you really gonna fight that guy?” You ask as you hold him to you and he pulls away a little to look at you

“Hell yes, I was. Would you have recorded it” He wiggles his eyebrows and you giggle, kissing his nose

“Hell yes I would have”

Buck calls Eddie on the way home and tells him everything that happened, first, he asks if you’re okay and you tell him yes, and then they both go into all of the ways they’d get him back for that and you sit there with your cheek on your hand, listening in amusement to the way they’re figuring out how to hide the body

“You know, Buck was actually really sexy” you interrupt them practicing their evil laugh, and his head whips to you

“I was what now?”

“I’ve seen him get mad, I know what you mean” Eddie chuckles and Buck looks at the phone

“What are you guys talking about??”

“He growled Eddie. You should have heard him”

Buck’s cheeks flush and he swats at your thigh “Oh shut up”

“Were his fists closed?? Did his veins do the thing?” He asks and you start to giggle as Buck looks at his arms

“The wha-“

“Yes!!” You squeal and and wriggle in your seat “Oh god you should have seen him, I swear I was gonna jump him right there”

“I’m sorry you were gonna what-“

“I know exactly what you mean, you should have seen him when someone was trying to make fun of Hen-“

“Guys why are we talking about me like this” Buck is beyond flustered and he’s about to have to pull over in a second just to die

“We’re discussing our feelings, Buck,” you tell him simply

“Our incredibly horny feelings,” Eddie says and you burst out laughing as Buck hides in his hands at a red light

“Oh my god can you guys please shut up, please” He whines and you and Eddie go on and on about him, praising him and telling him how gorgeous he is, and how strong he is. He hardly parks his car before he’s shoving you out and trying his best to run away from you two, even leaving his phone behind as he grabs as many bear boxes as he can.

“You think we ruined him enough?” Eddie chuckles and you giggle “Yeah definitely, thanks for your help”

“Hey, anything to remind my best friend that he’s worth the world. I’ll talk to you later honey”

“Bye!!”

You hang up with Eddie, grabbing your bear condo Buck left and lock the doors from inside before going up to the studio, you look around the place and smirk, going up to his bed.

Buck is lying facedown on the bed when you come up and he’s got Dolly in one arm. Pouting into the pillows and fully ignoring you

“Buck? Baby?” You set down your box and his phone on the bedside table and smirk, walking over to him and patting his butt. He wiggles his hips and huffs and you roll your eyes, straddling his hips and smoothing your hands down his back

“You okay?”

“Why did you and Eddie have to do that” He whines “Now I feel all… like cool and sexy or whatever”

You laugh as you massage his back and he groans softly, enjoying the way your hands flow over his body

“Just wanted my man to know how perfect he is,” You say playfully and he sets Dolly down, turning over slowly so you’re straddling his waist now. He grabs your hips, pushing you down a little so you’re exactly where he wants you

“Your man?”

“Mhmmmm” you purr, settling your hips down and lying on him. You put your palms flat on each other and lay your head across them, staring into his eyes

“You’re driving me crazy bunny”

“Want me to make it worse? Wolf boy”

He laughs and shakes his head “And just what do you mean by that?”

You sit up, placing your palms on his chest and arching your back “Well….we’re home alone… no one to catch us…” You grind your hips in a little circle and he gasps, biting his lip

“I-I mean… if- if you-“

“Do you not want to?” You stop for a second, asking him seriously and he flushes, his cheeks turning an adorable pink color

“I don’t wanna seem easy”

You laugh, rocking backwards on his lap and he grabs your hips to steady you

“I’m the one propositioning you, and you feel easy?”

“You’re making me all flustered!!” He slaps at your hands and you snicker, slapping him back

“I’m trying to be all manly and sexy! And you’re making me blush like a schoolgirl! Constantly!!”

“Well, I don’t mean to! You’re just so cute when you blush!” You tell him as you guys start play fighting

“I wanna make you nervous” he grits out and purposely knocks you off his lap you squeak as you topple onto the bed

“Hey!”

He climbs onto you now, shaking you lazily and you laugh, trying to wriggle from his arms

“So just do it!!” You tell him and he stops

“What?”

“You try and make me nervous, go ahead” You cross your arms over your chest and look at him “Go on”

He raises an eyebrow and shrugs before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side

“Make you nervous huh?” You’re already blushing a little at the drop in his voice, he looks you up and down slowly, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together

“Yeah okay I think I can do that”

He leans down, kissing your neck and sliding his hands up your shirt, your breath hitches as you feel one hand holding your hip firmly as the other slides underneath your neck, pulling you closer to his lips, he sighs softly against your neck, nuzzling his nose against it before trailing soft kisses along your jaw

You can feel his grip on you becoming more possessive as he smiles and looks down at you

“Such a pretty little thing… I wonder what it takes to make you blush” He leans in, not breaking eye contact with you except for the little flit down to your lips, he teases you, brushing his lips against yours before pressing his lips to yours, deepening the kiss and pressing his body into yours. You let out a shy little noise and he chuckles against your lips not letting up. He nips at your bottom lip and you whimper, letting his tongue slip inside your mouth and tangle with yours, you taste as sweet as he knew you would at this moment

Your hands come up, cupping his neck before clawing your way down his back and he shudders, moaning into your mouth. He reaches between the two of you, and you feel his hand flowing over the soft curves of your body like he wants to memorize every inch as he cups your breast through your bra, he slides his fingers underneath, knocking it off and rubbing your nipple between his fingers

“B-Buck that’s totally cheating” You gasp as you arch your back into him and he looks at you, his eyes cloudy and overflowing with desire

“Does it look like I care?”

He pulls away now, pushing your shirt over your head and helping you out of it. Your cheeks flush and he winks before wrapping his lips around your nipple, and kneading your other breast like he can’t get enough of them and if he’s honest he really can’t

He takes his time, enjoying the way you writhe under him looking for friction that he won’t give you, not yet anyway. You try to get him to move up to your lips again, try to make him angle his hips on you again but he just won’t

“Do me a favor” He pulls away suddenly and you whine frustratedly

“Go in that bottom drawer and hand me what’s in it. You’ll know what I’m after”

He gets up from the bed and takes off his pants as you roll your eyes and dig around in the drawer he pointed to, he has his back turned for a moment when he hears you stop rustling, and he looks over his shoulder

“Something wrong? Did you get what I asked?”

“I-I don’t know” You gulp quietly and he turns to you now with a skeptical look

“Oh bunny, Don’t lie to me.” He holds his hand out and you shakily hand him the rope you pull out.

“Thank you”

He crawls back on the bed, threading it properly through the steel rings on his headboard and your mouth drops open

“What the hell are you doing”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna let you tie me up”

“It’s just your wrists bunny” he rolls his eyes and you splutter

“Well!! Well, you’re not doing that to me!! Heck no! I refuse!”

He tests it for a second before turning to you “Are you serious? Or are you just being difficult?”

“I-“ you gesture wildly and he smirks

“You can say no. You can say red light. My safe word is “Jabba”

“You mean like-“

“Exactly” He laughs and you giggle with him

“That’s stupid”

“It totally ruins the moment” he giggles with you and you get on your knees next to him on the bed and he smiles, kissing your nose

“Come on, lemme tie you up”

“You’ll stop if I’m not okay with it?” You ask and he nods, a serious look on his face

“Absolutely. No matter what’s happening”

You narrow your eyes before laying back on the bed slowly and offering your wrists to him. He grins wickedly and walks you through how he’s doing it, even how to get out of it in emergencies or if you’re not doing okay. He pats your thigh as you lay with your arms tied back

“Might just cream my pants lookin at you” he teases and you laugh, letting your head fall back in the pillows

“You’re so stupid” You put your foot on his chest as he goes to crawl towards you. He takes your leg, leaving hot, wet, kisses as he goes up, he pulls your shorts down your legs tossing them to the side then lays on his stomach, staring at you hungrily

“Better be good or I’ll tie your legs down too”

“You’d do that?” You gulp and he nods at the steel rings at the ends of his bed and your eyes widen considerably. His eyes trail down your body to your panty-clad heat, he admires you for a minute before leaning in and inhaling slowly.

“Goddamn” he sighs dreamily, dragging his tongue lazily over the glistening patch on the front of your panties, and your breath hitches

“Just to be sure… we’re totally an item, right? Like… me and you?” He looks at you as he makes out with your panties, his tongue swirling in tortures circles

“Uh huh” you pant, your cheeks pink “Definitely. I’m just making you wait five dates so I’m not easy” You tease him a little and he chuckles, you can feel the vibrations shoot through you and you buck your hips against his mouth. He puts one of your thighs over his shoulder, nipping the inside of your soft skin

“Stay fucking still,” he says against your thigh and you squeak as he bites a little harder.

“Quit biting!” You refrain from squirming and he hums softly, pleased by your submission.

“Not even a please?” He kisses across your thigh and licks your panties again, over and over like he’s teasing himself as much as he’s teasing you. He groans quietly and grinds his hips into the bed

“P-please quit biting,” You say, and his eyes go back to yours, he winks and pulls your panties to the side now, running his tongue through your folds and burying his face between your legs

“Jesus, Y/N” he moans as he laps at your needy cunt. You whine his name, pulling your knees up to your chest and he chuckles deeply, pushing his tongue deeper and drinking in your sweet nectar

You struggle against the ropes, trying to break free to touch him, to push him closer to you and he slaps your thigh

“Stop moving so much”

Your head falls back into the pillows as you try rolling your hips against his mouth, he hums happily at that and you sigh contentedly. He lets you fuck his face as he sucks on your clit, whimpering as he teases it in little circles with his tongue

“That’s my good girl” he praises you “gonna make me cum hands-free” His hips grind down into the bed as he devours your pretty pussy, giving it wet sloppy kisses and rutting his hips harder into the mattress

“Wish I was inside you” He pants between your legs, his hot breath fanning across your cunt “Wish I could be pumping my pretty bunny full of my cum”

His voice cracks a little when he says that and that drives you up the wall, your back arches off the bed and you pull your legs together around his head as you finish, your hips rolling in fast little circles against his mouth as his name falls from your lips over and over again. He drinks you in, fully content with drowning himself as you grind against his face

He finally pulls away from you and lays his head on your thigh, nuzzling against it a little

“You taste good” He pants softly and you lift your head slowly to look at him

“You think so?”

“I know so”

He reaches up and lets your wrists go easily, your arms fall to your sides and he chuckles, taking one of your wrists in his hand and kissing it softly, before going to the next one

“You okay?” He asks, looking into your eyes and you nod slowly laying your head back down and closing your eyes

“I’ve never been better, in like, my entire life”

He hums happily and nuzzles his face between your legs, kissing your pussy and dragging his tongue through your folds lazily. You whine and push his head away and he pouts

“Alright, alright” He inches forward and lays his head on your torso now, you run your fingers through his hair and massage his head

“Was I good?” He asks quietly and your cheeks burn as you tug on his hair a little to get him to look at you

“You were so good, baby boy”

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annieqattheperipheral · 5 months ago

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sid wizened old man on the mountain with decrees of his successor? sure not like I'm not already overly emotional about davo this week😭

yohe's dramatic ao3 style is always appreciated

*taps kudos

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Sidney Crosby is famous for many things, one of which is his availability and patience with the sometimes-obnoxious media.

For years and years, I’d see Crosby patiently sit at his locker and absorb questions. One flavor of these questions was more predictable and consistent than the rest. Whenever the Penguins faced a player who had been drafted No. 1, just as Crosby had been in 2005, Crosby would be asked about comparisons to and opinions of the latest hotshot to enter the league.

Patrick Kane. Steven Stamkos. John Tavares. Taylor Hall. Ryan Nugent-Hopkins. Nail Yakupov (remember him?).

Crosby was unanimously the best player in the world at the time but would still be gracious and glowing about the draft picks. He wouldn’t bristle — that wouldn’t be his way. But there was a slight sense that Crosby didn’t really like the questions. He’s one of the least egotistical superstars in the history of the sport, but to be that great, you still need an ego. He knew he was better than those players, even though he respected them greatly. He knew he wore the crown.

In the fall of 2012, Crosby knew full well who his successor would be.

That year, the NHL was embroiled in one of its periodic work stoppages, this one a lockout.

Players were allowed at practice facilities, but team officials were not. Crosby took on the role of media relations director. A day in advance, he’d tell the media what time Penguins players — usually around a dozen — would be working out. One time, in a particularly endearing moment, players canceled the next day’s workout. So, Crosby called me and asked me to tell the rest of the media not to show up. It was a very strange time for hockey and especially for Crosby, who had just lost 100 games in his prime due to a concussion. Now, he was missing more time in his prime because of a lockout.

Also because of the lockout, Crosby had plenty of time for introspection along with his hockey player and media relations duties. He had time to pay close attention to the rest of the hockey world, too, a privilege he typically isn’t afforded in October.

Two hours north of Pittsburgh, a 15-year-old sensation had arrived in Erie, Pa. — Connor McDavid was taking the Ontario Hockey League by storm. I had decided to travel to Erie with Penguins broadcaster Paul Steigerwald on Saturday, the night of McDavid’s second home game, when the Erie Otters were taking on the London Knights.

On the game’s first shift, McDavid split defensemen Olli Määttä and Scott Harrington and then scored to finish off a highlight reel goal.

Dan Bylsma, then coaching the Penguins, was there. Following the game, he chewed out Määttä and Harrington, a couple of Penguins draft picks, for allowing that goal on the game’s first shift. After seeing the interaction, I joked to Bylsma, something along the lines of, “I don’t know, that McDavid kid is kinda good.”

Bylsma looked at me and said: “He’s 15. They shouldn’t be getting split like that.”

I relayed this story to Crosby, who asked if Bylsma really said that. Then he took my side.

“Doesn’t matter how old he is. He’s different,” Crosby said.

Oh?

Crosby always politely answers questions about players, but he doesn’t typically go out of his way like that.

Then it occurred to me that Erie Otters games aren’t televised in Pittsburgh. I had assumed that Crosby had never seen McDavid play.

“Got some time on my hands these days,” Crosby said with a smile. “I’ve seen him. I’ve seen highlights of him.”

The greatest player in the world is checking out YouTube highlights of a 15-year-old hockey player?

“Yep,” Crosby said.

Then he said something I’ll never forget. Sensing that he saw something in McDavid that was different, I asked him if McDavid reminded him of anyone. In a non-arrogant way, Crosby quietly said, “He reminds me of me.”

Make no mistake, he admired all of the players who were compared to him. He once told me that, if he could shoot the puck like Alex Ovechkin, he wouldn’t pass as much as he does. I once saw him shake his head when he watched Patrick Kane stickhandle around an opponent on TV.

But he never anointed other players, even if he would marvel.

With McDavid, stylistically, Crosby saw himself. And he saw talent that was out of this world.

Crosby didn’t feel threatened. He understood that someone else always comes along.

I imagine Wayne Gretzky felt the same when he traveled to Laval, Quebec, to see Mario Lemieux play a junior game in 1984. Lemieux, knowing Gretzky was in the building, scored four goals in the first period. At that very moment, months before even winning the Stanley Cup for the first time, Gretzky knew the identity of his successor.

During the 2012 lockout, McDavid couldn’t have known that Crosby was watching him from afar, but he was. There is an understanding, I think, between the all-time greats. They recognize traits that only they can recognize because only they can understand the genius required to be historically good.

We are seeing McDavid take the Stanley Cup playoffs by storm, becoming the first player in history to post consecutive four-point games in the Stanley Cup Final. It’s remarkable. It’s great for the game. A superstar is the center of attention in his very prime, which the NHL badly needs.

So much of Crosby’s prime was robbed by the concussion and the lockout. But his hockey sense and vision were spot on, even when he wasn’t on the ice that autumn.

He always knew McDavid was the successor, that he played the same way, that perhaps his physical gifts even exceeded his own.

He was right. McDavid is in a class with Gretzky, Lemieux, Crosby and Bobby Orr. And now, we wait to see if McDavid can pull off this seismic comeback and win a championship.

Crosby surely will be watching. He always has been.

#sidney crosby #connor mcdavid #nhl playoffs 2024 #edmonton oilers #erie otters #wayne gretzky #mario lemieux #alex ovechkin #oilers lb

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neoflect · 7 months ago

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sharing some of my disorganized jojo musical thoughts now that ive had a week to sit on it and ive rewatched it several times over. i intended to wait to publish something like this until a subtitled version was available, but im not seeing any indication that thats happening any time soon so for now youll have to deal with my loose interpretations from my extremely rudimentary and rusty japanese… so take what i have to say about the finer points of characterization with a grain of salt. gratuitous spoilers below obviously, both for the original source material and the changes made in the stage production

my feelings are OVERWHELMINGLY positive. of course there are things i can criticize or that i would have personally done differently but oh man… i have literally not thought about anything besides this fucking show for a week. im 100% confident in saying this is a better adaptation of the source material than the tv anime. sorry to the davidpro staff, i respect their hard work and their love for jojo and their dedication to what is by any metric a pretty difficult property to adapt off of the page, but i dont know if i can ever forgive them for leaving half of the first episode’s storyboard on the cutting room floor in order to fit a standard half-hour tv slot, especially considering that what they cut is some of the really crucial character-building stuff. happily those scenes are not only reproduced in the stage version, some of them are expanded upon!

with the quick disclaimer that i’ve only managed to get my hands on the final 4/14 performance with shotaro arisawa and yoshihisa higashiyama, from what i’ve seen the casting is perfect. i’m sure there’s a rip of the 4/13 performance somewhere (i’ve seen clips) but i haven’t been able to find one… every single performer knocks it out of the fucking park, the cast chemistry is incredible and even the minor characters are loaded with charisma. and mamoru miyano… my god… mamoru miyano i owe you an apology. i was not familiar with your game. of course hes been killing it for decades at this point but i had soured on him a little bit recently because i felt like he was overcast in everything and i just didnt connect with his dnt reinhard at all, so when the casting was initially announced back in august i was underwhelmed, and of course my standards for the dio role in particular were astronomically high… i’ll go more into detail later in the post because i have so so many things to say about dio’s characterization here but mamoru miyano’s performance is like, life-changing. i had impossible expectations and he exceeded them.

sorry if im gushing. i am a hater by nature. its unusual for me to be so thoroughly pleased with something. im not even a musical theater guy. these are strange new feelings for me.

just to balance things out i’ll talk about a couple of the things that didn’t really work for me: first of all, the music is just ok. my initial draft of this post called the music “bad” but three additional viewings later i have warmed up to some of the songs. i don’t know if this is a shortcoming by dove attia as the composer or if it’s just me, as i said i’m not a musical guy and a lot of the genre conventions of musical theatre are not really the things i look for in music that i enjoy, but like… even at their worst they are serviceable. nothing here is sonically unpleasant to me. high points are “resolve of the ripple” (zeppeli’s hamon training song, a jazzy swing number - it’s simply catchy and fun to listen to) and the closer “phantom blood” (a sweeping ballad that reprises the earlier “light and darkness”/”golden spirit” leitmotifs into an epic duet between jonathan and dio as they join hands and walk off into the darkness together… made me cry! i wont lie! on every single one of my numerous viewings this one got me misty eyed!)

wait i forgot this is supposed to be the part where i’m being critical. ok my most loathed song in the musical is “dio’s world”. sorry dio nation. it doesn’t really work for me. i think this might be a case of my standards/expectations being too impossibly high because it’s not even really the worst song in the whole thing. and of course miyano eats it up so it’s not really his fault. i just find it kind of underwhelming… i find the melody a little grating, it’s kind of just a generic rock number, it’s just missing a particular je ne sais quoi…. the essence of dio isn’t there… lyrically though i am obsessed with the premise of dio recruiting his minions by selling himself as a kind of social revolutionary who is upending and inverting the brutal hierarchy of post-industrial victorian society with zombie blood magic. you win some you lose some.

the second sticking point for me is the costumes. they’re perfectly serviceable… adequate… but i mean when it comes to jojo “serviceable” and “adequate” costume design obviously falls well below what’s expected, right? a lot of the outfits have kind of a boxy, almost flat-looking kind of unflattering fit on the actors, which if i wanted to be generous i could attribute to the challenge of bridging the gap between these frail slender musical theater twinks and the two-meter-tall 250lb roided-out beefcakes theyre meant to be embodying. (bearing this discrepancy in mind a lot of the insane martial arts stuff in the second act doesn’t really land with the oomph that it should, but i also understand logistically why this kind of casting is not practical, and all things considered i think shotaro arisawa does a really incredible job of embodying jonathan joestar even though he kind of looks like i could snap him in half over my knee like a twig. he’s very cute. so i’m not mad about it.) of course, again, logistically, i understand that in a stage musical production, where actors only have minutes to complete costume changes, some sacrifices have to be made to the creative vision in the name of practicality. nevertheless this is jojos bizarre adventure!! i want to see some fucking baubles!!!!!!

which is all to say that… after carefully considering it for some weeks… i still have extremely mixed feelings about dio’s grink ass feather bathrobe look. it’s not that i dont think its something he could wear (the concept of dio lounging around in his gothic vampire palace doing re-animator style body horror experiments on the local wildlife in this “officer i have no idea what happened to my husband”-ass nightgown is nothing short of hysterical to me) but then he wears it into combat and i felt a little disappointed… it has the same unflattering fit issue as the other outfits in the show, and it is just such an un-araki-like design… where are the gaudy color combinations? the bizarre geometric patterns? the tease of an exposed boob/thigh/midriff? erina gets a stage-original dress design that i have fewer issues with because the excessive pleats and ruffles have more of an araki-esque sensibility, but every time i look at dio’s robe it feels like there’s something missing. i’m going to choose to be nice about it because it’s not at all a deal breaker and, again, mamoru miyano devours the look. it’s fine. it’s always fun to have a new dio outfit. if anything, the fact that the blu-rays are being marketed as “2024 cast version” gives me hope for the possibility of a future production with a new vision for the costume design. (although the fact that this was such a difficult production - with stunts and pyrotechnics and moving setpieces - that its entire first week was cancelled indicates to me that the prospects for a future production from a different company are impossibly slim. i guess there’s always hope?)

in terms of the writing and the changes that were made from the original narrative, honestly i don’t really have an issue with anything that was cut. sorry if there are any diehard stans of Poco’s Unnamed Sister out there who are steamed that their favorite minor late phantom blood character got the axe, i kind of understand how you feel because i’ve been malding over david pro cutting the Danny Lore for eleven years, but i think it was the right choice and the story flows so much better. the real juicy meat at the core of phantom blood as a narrative and the thing that brings it head and shoulders above so much of the rest of jjba is the character-driven drama - that deliciously pulpy victorian gothic family tragedy - and the relationship between jonathan and dio. the musical beefs up the character drama and slims down the action-driven second half by trimming out the extraneous battles. the only real downside i see to this is that the absence of tompetty and his prophecy makes zeppeli’s arc and death feel INSANELY abrupt, but tbf that’s not a deal breaker for me. sorry zeppeli. you were born to die.

okay. okay. i think 1500 words into the post is enough fucking around so let’s talk about the real reason why you and i both know we’re here

musical dio is SO fucking sad. he’s positively wretched, you guys. he was born in a wet cardboard box all alone and forced to eat cement when he was six. he cries even more than he does in the source material and even when he’s not crying he frequently delivers his lines as though he is moments away from bursting into tears. back when the musical first opened i was snooping on the reactions on jpn twitter and one commenter said they could see miyano’s tears and snot from the nosebleeds even without opera glasses, a remark i initially assumed was hyperbole but that i now think probably was not. araki’s dio is certainly tortured and a deeply pathetic crybaby beneath all the cruelty and posturing, but changes in the musical and miyano’s embodiment of the character bring this pathos to the fore. he is literally haunted: dario’s ghost lingers, a manifestation of all of dio’s traumas and insecurities that emerges from the recesses of his memory to taunt him with the reminder that he will always be his father’s son, all the way up until the very minute that jonathan breaks down the door to his vampire lair. i am OBSESSED with this - not only for the obvious reason that i delight in dio’s suffering personally but also because kong kuwata is a delight and he fucking kills it every time. also lends itself to a category 10 leitmotif moment at the top of the second act when dio emerges from the charred ruins of the joestar estate singing dario’s theme and calling out to jonathan - if i had to pinpoint this is probably the moment when this musical stuck for me as the Real Deal. they Get It.

the first solo number in the show is dio’s disney princess I Want song (amazingly, simply titled “dio”) where he weeps for his late mother and his wretched lot in life, and then - in a creative decision that made me clap my hands and hoot and holler at my screen in real life - there is a reprise of this number (delivered, naturally, through tears) when dio is almost arrested for murder and decides to become a vampire instead. so there’s this amazing hopeful uplifting inspirational orchestral music accompanying the onstage action of dio ruthlessly slaying jonathan’s dad and then getting pumped full of lead by a bunch of cops. it is brilliant. 10/10 no notes. it’s moments like this that i think really sell the “softening” of dio in the stage version for me, even though i am historically Not A Fan of fanworks that take a similar angle - like, yes, he is sad, but specifically he is narcissistically obsessed with the spectacle of his own suffering, he is boiling over with bitterness and rage for everyone around him who (by his own estimation) could never hope to have suffered as much as he has. this sensitivity and self-pity he wallows in are not expressions of a guilty conscience or a desire to change - they’re entirely the opposite - every cruel and monstrous deed dio commits is always justified to himself because he is simply the saddest little boy who has ever existed. he has been done wrong by the world and so there is no limit to the depravity he may reasonably respond with. i’ve seen several commenters describe this as a drastically different interpretation of the character from araki’s dio (and someone told me on twitter that mamoru miyano himself has also said this, but i cba to go digging for an actual source so take it with a grain of salt?), but i… dont think thats the case! dio’s obsession with his own weakness and his self-perception as the eternal underdog (as compared to jonathan) are certainly more exaggerated in miyano’s performance, but i don’t think this is an angle to the character that’s been manufactured out of whole cloth. the genre conventions of the stage musical force the melodrama up to eleven and dio’s incredibly repressed angst is the most rich vein to mine for that. hair-trigger sadist dio is still here, it’s the same guy, he’s still killing people mercilessly, you’re just getting to see him sing a big ballad about his feelings instead of confining those to an internal monologue.

if anything, the exaggeration of dio’s pathetic/cowardly/crybaby traits combined with his megalomaniacal aspirations and bottomless well of cruelty is just right. it’s perfect. fucking around, finding out, and then trying to weasel his way out of the consequences with crocodile tears just so you don’t see him drawing his knife to cut you clean open… yeah. thats the stuff. thats my one true blorbo. sad to say i will love him for ten thousand years.

i think that might be all i have to say… or at least all i feel like saying here… most likely ill come back and edit this post later. i certainly have some additional thoughts and some more esoteric/controversial takes but they’re not suited for a public blog. real ones will understand. im keeping my eyes peeled for somebody to translate this thing but to be frank i am kind of enjoying this little corner of fandom as it is right now: just the asians and the true hardcore phantom blood phreaks. i have not had this much fun in jojo fandom in almost a fucking decade. as soon as somebody publishes an english version my timelines going to get flooded with all the most deeply annoying “kono dio da” “speedwagon waifu” reddit guys and 15 year olds and my suffering will proceed. unfortunately this is my lot in life and i am doomed to be here forever because dio put a worm in my brain

#⚰️#jjba tag for blacklisting purposes but i dont want this in the main tag

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hellosimplylizzie · 1 month ago

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~ A/N: haven’t written anything in like 4+ years, but I’m up late and found a few gems in my drafts. So here’s a little something. 😮‍💨🥲Hope I still got it. ✏️~

I Need You.

{{Imagine Dean disrespecting you and learning his lesson. // Y/N is sitting at the bunker table with Dean, doing some research, when a petty fight ensued between the stressed couple.}}

“-Bring me some pie,” Dean yelled, before Y/N could exit the room.

“Excuse me,” Y/N halted in her tracks and threw Dean an appalled look. “I don’t know who you’re talking to, but I sure as hell know it ain’t me.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t make this something it isn’t. You know I love me some pie.”

“Don’t gaslight me, Dean. You know I’m already upset with you. We’ve been fighting all day, you’re only going to piss me off some more.”

“I don’t know why. I did nothing to upset you.”

“Dean, I’m tired of arguing…” Y/N shot him a defeated look, hoping he’d want to begin mending things with her.

“Then don’t. Hurry on back because we have to finish up this research for tomorrow’s investigation.”

Sighing deeply, Y/N hesitated. “I’m actually gonna get some fresh air…” Grabbing her sweater from the back of her chair, Y/N huffs as she heads in the opposite direction, towards the bunker exit. Lost in thought about how she hated leaving without kissing her man goodbye, but couldn’t manage to move her feet in his direction. Instead, she vanishes out the door, not uttering a single word to Dean.

Dean was left feeling like an asshole for not preventing Y/N from leaving, but also knew he needed time for himself to cool off.

Three hours later, and not hearing a peep from Y/N, had sent an anxious Dean into a frenzy, racking his brain for ideas on how to make it up to her. The entire time he was alone at the table, gave him plenty of time to reflect and he came to the realization that, Y/N deserved better. The past couple weeks, Dean had been taking his anger and frustration out on Y/N. Although he hadn’t realized it ‘til now, he knew she deserved better. All he could do now was pray that she’d come back home, and it wasn’t too late for him to try and mend things.

Another hour later, Dean is sitting at the table again, going over the latest research with Sam and Cass. Y/N enters the bunker, a plastic shopping bag in hand, and stares down at the boys. Dean makes eye contact with her, and notices her swollen, puffy under-eyes. The guilt he felt, burned through his chest. Sam, glanced between Dean and Y/N feeling the tension, knowing a bit of what happened before Y/N left, because Dean had confided in him and Cass earlier that day.

“Don’t mind me…” Y/N speaks quietly, making her way down the steps and over towards the table. I think I’m going to shower and then you guys can fill me in?”

“Sam, Cass, can we have a minute?” Dean speaks up, signaling for the guys to leave the room.

Sam nodded, pulling Cass with him out the room.

“Dean…” Y/N speaks, once the other guys were out of sight, and she saw the hurt on Dean’s face.

“Stop, Y/N. Let me... I wanna say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be talking to you the way that I’ve been talking to you.” Dean gets up from his chair and walks over to Y/N, getting close, and wrapping his arms around her waist. “We’ve all been under a lot more stress. This lifestyle isn’t an easy one to live, but I’m so f**king grateful to have you here, helping me through it- helping each other through it. And I hate how I’ve been treating you, so I promise I’m going to work on it.” He looks at her with sad, pleading eyes. The built up sadness and trauma from throughout the years, resurfacing and Y/N couldn’t help but tear up with him.

“It’s okay, baby.” Y/N reassures him, quickly pulling him into a hug, still holding onto her bag. “I know… It’s going to be okay.” Y/N had already forgave him before making it back home, but seeing him so torn over everything, made her even more appreciative of her boyfriend. She understood that they were both constantly under pressure, and going through the ringer, dealing with wars and hunts. Just non-stop violence. But they were always each other’s peace, and that’s what mattered the most. “I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Dean replied, leaning into Y/N and kissing her like his life depended on it. Y/N kissing him back, gently but full of passion, as if they were healing each other through it.

“-oh, I brought you something.” Y/N mumbles, breaking away from the kiss and holding the plastic bag up in the air.

“-What?” Dean groans, eager to continue what they had started.

“Pie-” Before she could say anything else, Dean collides his lips with hers once more.

“Forget the pie.” Dean huffed through the kiss. After tossing the bag on the table, Dean picked Y/N up and carried her to their bedroom. “I need you.”

#imagine #dean winchester #the winchester brothers #spn #supernatural #make up #angst with a happy ending #love story #short story #sam winchester #cass #dean imagine #winchester imagine #simplylizzie

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thatcrazycrowgirl · 1 year ago

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How u doing! Do you still write fics/headcanons?

If so I’ve had this idea pop into my mind recently

Jacob freaking out while his girl is in labor And then getting drunk with his rooks to celebrate the birth of his baby?

Hi there! I'm so sorry for the delay in responding to this - it was sitting half-finished in my drafts for a while, but I finally had an opportunity to sit down and complete it! Hope you enjoy! ^_^

Jacob Frye - New Birth Headcanons

- Try as he might, Jacob Frye was never good at hiding his emotions.

- This meant that when he found out his beloved was in labor, he instantly panicked - first on the inside, but it quickly slipped out into the open.

- However, what he didn’t tell anyone was that a good deal of the panic and fear came from losing his own mother to childbirth - something he sometimes still feels like is his fault, despite having no control over something like that.

- And given that Evie was the only person present and available who was aware of Jacob’s most secret fears, she’s the only one who can console him and bring him down from his emotional high to some degree.

- But even then, he gets no catharsis until the moment he hears the soft wailing of the newborn babe from upstairs.

- It was a wonder he had any strength left in his legs, wobbly and achy from the tension he previously held in them, when he headed up those stairs to the bedroom he shared with his wife.

- And yes, the moment he saw she was alright and holding a healthy baby in her arms, he teared up a little.

- Here he is, actually a father now. This is real.

- He also privately swore to himself that he would try his damnedest to be the best father he could be.

- And when it came to the celebration of that birth? Hoo boy, the festivities happened on and off daily for almost a week. Toasting, singing, repeated congratulating - the works.

- Jacob was tempted to invite his Rooks into his home, but quickly realized how bad of an idea that was, so he chose to celebrate at the pub nearest to his house instead, just so he was never too far away from his recovering wife and their new baby.

- Of course, though, not too long after the birth, the baby ended up at the pub one afternoon with their father anyway...well, only for a very short time, before the mother showed up, incredibly miffed at Jacob spiriting away the child like that, while she was napping. (At least, he had the decency to leave a note?)

- She softened, however, when she saw how gently and kindly the baby was being treated as they were being passed around.

- Didn’t mean she still didn’t have a few choice words for Jacob, though - that frustrating, yet lovable man, who only innocently wanted to share his good fortune with his loyal gang. (Why is it always so difficult to remain angry with him?)

- That being said, Jacob better be careful not to bring anything up to her about having another child around the Rooks, because many of the gang members quickly discovered how much they loved the idea of being unofficial aunts and uncles to their boss’ child.

- Oh, wait...did Jacob let that idea slip out in a flirty comment to his wife, after having one too many drinks...?

- And did she actually coyly smile back in approval...?

- Well, guess the gang is going to get their wish after all. ;)

#just cleaning out my inbox lol #I hope you enjoyed this!#I really do think that once Jacob matures a little that he would love the idea of having one or more children #if his Assassin work doesn't get in the way; that is #(but that's just my humble opinion!)#Jacob Frye #Jacob Frye x Reader #my ac headcanons #ask replies

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drewharrisonwriter · 3 months ago

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One Day at a Time - Ch. 4: Normal

Pairings: Dave York x Female Reader

Series Summary: A man washed ashore, with no memory, and no name, finds a home and a life in the middle of nowhere.

Author's Notes: This story has been sitting in my drafts for over a year, waiting for the perfect moment to see the light of day. It wasn't until recently that I found the inspiration to finally finish the last two chapters, thanks to the incredible Keri @absurdthirst. Her story, "Washed Up," struck a chord with me—it had such a similar plot and concept to what I had in mind, and it reignited my passion to bring this piece to life. Keri's writing has been a constant source of solace and inspiration, and I'm endlessly grateful for her creativity and the way she crafts stories that speak to the soul. If you haven’t checked out her work, you absolutely should!

Warnings: Please be aware that this story contains elements of violence, explicit sexual content, and pregnancy. Additionally, there are medical inaccuracies throughout—because I don’t work in the medical field, so please take it all with a grain of salt. Enjoy the ride, and thank you for reading! 😊

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The weeks had passed in a blur of routine and quiet moments shared between you and Dave. His migraines, though still present, had become more manageable with the medication the doctors had prescribed. Life on the farm had settled into a peaceful rhythm, and with each passing day, the bond between you deepened, the connection growing stronger with every shared experience.

One evening, as you sat across from each other at the kitchen table, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the room, you decided it was time to share some exciting news.

“I got an email today,” you began, your voice casual as you took a sip of your wine.

“Oh?” Dave looked up from his plate, curiosity piqued. “What’s it about?”

You couldn’t hide the smile that spread across your face. “I’ve been invited to speak at a convention in DC. It’s a big deal—a lot of people from the industry will be there.”

His eyes lit up with genuine excitement. “That’s amazing! When is it?”

“In a couple of weeks,” you replied, leaning back in your chair. “I was thinking… maybe we could make a trip out of it? You know, see the sights, visit the museums, take a little break from the farm.”

Dave nodded, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I like that idea. I’ve never been to DC, have I?”

You tilted your head, wondering aloud. “My guess is as good as yours,”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Beats me. But hey, if I haven’t, I guess it’s about time I checked it out.”

The two of you spent the rest of the evening making plans, mapping out the places you wanted to visit and the things you wanted to do. There was an air of excitement, a sense that this trip would be a new adventure—a chance to explore not just a new city, but perhaps something deeper between you.

–

The day of the trip finally arrived, and the two of you packed your bags and set off for D.C. The drive was long, but the hours flew by in a blur of easy conversation and laughter, the kind that had become second nature between you.

The miles rolled by as you chatted about everything and nothing, which is pretty funny for the both of you considering he does not have memories of his past, yet he talks like he does.

When you finally pulled into the city and checked into your hotel, the sun was beginning to set. The room was cozy, with a queen bed taking center stage, its crisp white sheets inviting after the long drive. As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, the air seemed to change—charged with the same electricity that had been simmering between you for weeks.

You both looked at the bed, then at each other. Dave smirked. “So… you think this one will hold up better than my bed back at home?” Referring to that moment a few weeks ago where you both were going at it so rough, that the bed literally collapsed.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Let’s hope so. The last thing I want is for you to end up in the hospital again.” Referring this time to the first time you and Dave slept together.

Dave raised an eyebrow, crossing the room toward you. “Are you saying I should be worried?”

“Maybe,” you teased, taking a step back as he closed the distance. “But if you’re up for the risk…”

“Always,” he replied with a grin, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you closer. “Besides, I love it when you get jealous when the nurses flirt with me…”

You scoffed at that, rolling your eyes playfully but kissed him anyway.

“Hey…” He gasped, pulling away from the kiss “I’m yours…” He reassures you.

“Pretty sure?” you echoed, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, very sure,” he conceded, his lips brushing against yours. “Let me show you…” He smirked.

Your heart raced as he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin.

“Only yours…,” he murmured before capturing your lips in a kiss, slow and teasing at first, his hands sliding up your back. The kiss deepened quickly, fueled by what felt like weeks of pent-up desire when it was only the hours-long drive that kept you both from being this close. Your fingers found the hem of his shirt, tugging it up over his head in one swift motion.

Dave grinned, his eyes dark with anticipation. “In a hurry, are we?”

“Just making up for lost time,” you quipped, your hands roaming over his chest as he pulled you closer, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“I like the way you think,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. His hands moved to your hips, sliding under your shirt, his fingers brushing against your skin. “You’re not the only one who’s been waiting hours for this.”

With a quick tug, he pulled your shirt over your head, his gaze raking over you with a mix of hunger and admiration. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his hands trailing down your sides.

You felt a blush creep up your neck, but you met his eyes with a teasing smile. “Flattery will get you everywhere, you know.”

“Good,” he replied, his voice full of intent. “Because I plan on going everywhere.”

He guided you back onto the bed, his movements slow and deliberate as he settled over you. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, your hands tangling in his hair. The intensity of the moment made the world outside fade away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.

“John…” you breathed his given name as his lips trailed down your neck, his hands skillfully unhooking your bra and discarding it without breaking the kiss, arching into his touch as his hands explored every inch of you.

His mouth found your nipple, teasing it with his tongue before he moved to the other, eliciting a soft moan from you. “You like that?” he asked, his voice full of warmth.

“I think you know the answer to that,” you managed to reply, your breath hitching as his hand slipped between your legs, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your underwear.

“Let’s find out for sure,” he whispered, sliding your panties down and tossing them aside. His fingers found your core, his touch gentle but purposeful, sending shivers down your spine.

“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he teased your entrance, his eyes locked on yours. “You’ve been wanting this as much as I have.” He murmurs as he inserts two of his fingers inside you.

Dave’s fingers curled upwards and moved slowly, deliberately, finding that spot inside you that always made you gasp. As he curled his fingers just right, his thumb began to rub circles on your clit, adding a new layer of sensation that made you cry out, your body arching off the bed.

"Right there?" he whispered, his voice rough with need, his breath hot against your ear.

Your response was a breathless moan, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. "Yes… please… don’t stop…”

He added a third finger, stretching you further, and you gasped, your back lifting as the pressure inside you built higher and higher. "God, yeah…just like that…”

His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. “Come on,” he coaxed, his voice low and encouraging. “I want to feel you come for me. Give it to me… let me feel you.”

Your body tensed, every muscle tightening as the pleasure spiraled out of control. “I’m… I’m so close…” you whimpered, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for release.

“Come for me, darlin’,” he murmured, his fingers thrusting deeper, curling just right. “I want to feel you…”

And then you did, your climax crashing over you like a wave, your body convulsing around his fingers. You cried out his name, your hands fisting in the sheets, your muscles clamping down hard on his hand as he continued to work you through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his tone both commanding and full of adoration.

When the last tremors subsided, he slowly withdrew his fingers, watching your face closely. His thumb rubbed one last circle over your clit, making you shiver and gasp again. “God, you’re amazing,” he said softly, bringing his fingers to his lips and tasting you. “So damn sweet.”

You smiled, still breathless, but with a teasing glint in your eye. “I think you’ve had enough fun for now…”

He chuckled, lowering his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. “Not even close,” he murmured against your mouth, positioning himself at your entrance. “I’m just getting started.”

He pushed in slowly, filling you inch by inch, his eyes never leaving yours. You gasped as he stretched you, the feeling almost overwhelming after the intensity of your release. “God, fuck…” you breathed, your hands gripping his arms.

He groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he began to move, his thrusts deep and slow, your hand moving up to cup his head, threading your fingers through his hair. “You feel so good… so perfect,” he whispered, each word a ragged breath.

You moaned, your hips meeting his, and he picked up the pace, his rhythm steady and deliberate. "You like that?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

“Yes,” you gasped. “More… please, don’t stop…”

He grinned, gripping your hips tighter, lifting your bottom half off the bed slightly, changing the angle. The new position allowed him to drive deeper, each thrust hitting that spot that made your vision blur with pleasure. “How’s that, darlin’?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

“Oh, God… yes!” you cried, your nails digging into his back as he set a relentless pace, the sound of your bodies moving together filling the room. “Just like that… don’t stop…”

He felt you tightening around him, your body trembling with the approach of another climax. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh so hard you knew it would leave bruises, but the slight pain only added to the pleasure. “Come for me again,” he demanded, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. “I want to feel you come all over me… then milk me dry…”

Your breath hitched, and with a few more thrusts, you were falling again, your body shaking as another orgasm tore through you. You cried out his given name, your muscles clenching around him, squeezing him so tightly he almost lost control.

He groaned, feeling you convulse around him, and he pushed deeper, harder, lifting your hips higher to angle even further into you. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he gasped, his voice hoarse. “I can’t… I’m so close…”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. “Come for me,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “Fill me up… I want to feel all of you…”

That was all it took. With a low, guttural moan, he drove into you one last time, his body stiffening as he came, emptying himself deep inside you. His hips jerked with every pulse, his fingers still gripping your hips like a lifeline.

He stayed buried inside you, panting, his head resting on your shoulder. “Fuck…” he breathed. “That was… incredible…”

You nodded, your body still tingling from the aftershocks. “I couldn’t agree more…”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re not so bad yourself…”

He pulled back slightly to look at you, his expression softening. “I mean it,” he said, his voice serious. “I don’t ever want to be without you.”

You pulled him down for another kiss, feeling his heart hammering against your chest. You didn’t say anything knowing that he’s not yours to keep, instead, you kissed him again.

He grinned, his hands caressing your sides as he held you close. “I’m yours,” he murmured, and you felt his body relax into yours, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

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Over the next few days, you and Dave played tourists, taking in the sights and sounds of the nation’s capital. You visited the National Mall, wandering through the museums that lined its expanse. The Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History captivated both of you, with its towering dinosaur skeletons and dazzling gemstone exhibits. Dave seemed particularly fascinated by the Air and Space Museum, spending hours admiring the aircraft and spacecraft on display.

“Can you imagine being up there?” Dave mused as you stood beneath the massive Space Shuttle, his eyes wide with wonder.

You smiled, slipping your hand into his. “I think you’d make a great astronaut. You’ve got the calm under pressure thing down.”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Maybe in another life.”

Each day brought new experiences, and with them, a growing sense of ease and contentment. The city was vibrant, and full of energy, and you found yourself enjoying every moment with Dave by your side. Whether you were strolling through the U.S. Botanic Garden, admiring the lush greenery, or standing in awe of the Lincoln Memorial at dusk, there was a sense of connection that made the trip feel special.

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ijustwanttoreadfanfiction · 2 years ago

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SCREAMING!! That Billy fic was so freaking good, I have to agree with the last person the subtle reassurance he was giving was soooo mf nice.

The “I’ve got you angel.” And “I know I know.”😩

If you’re actually taking requests I would love to see some hurt/comfort where Billy is actually the one comforting reader. An argument gone too far when billy makes a comment he definitely shouldn’t have, causing his girlfriend to start crying. Immediate guilt. I don’t want reader to give into his consoling immediately but…eventually they just cling to him and tell him not to say that ever again. 🫠

Holy crap my first ever request. Thank you so much Anon for not only the prompt but your lovely feedback. I started working on this at 5am this morning and looking over the first draft I went way too hard with Mean!Billy and had to significantly pull it back, because I sure as hell wouldn't have forgiven him. Maybe that's another fic for another time. I hope I did your prompt justice.

Warnings: Explicit language, underage drinking, mean girls.

When The Party's Over.

Billy is in a shitty mood and has been all week, you've tried to get him to talk about what's wrong only to be shot down each time, you even go so far as to ask Max.

"He's the same douchebag he's always been, maybe you're just noticing it for the first time." She had deadpanned.

You had hoped things would get better at the weekend, neither of you had school or work, his dad and Susan were away, Max was staying with Jane, you could finally spend some time together.

Billy, it seems, has other ideas.

"Tommy Hagan has a free house tonight." He told you when you turned up at his place early evening on Saturday to find him knee deep in Aramis and Aqua Net.

"Meaning?" You ask perching on the edge of the bed, flipping through one of his many nudie mags, just for something to do.

"A party." He says obviously, twisting his front curls into definition, eyeing you from the mirror.

"I thought we could maybe spend some time together tonight?" You hated how unsure you sounded, but Billy's attitude the past few days had thrown you for a loop.

"Yeah we can, at the party." He answered absentmindedly, whilst blasting another hairspray related hole in the Ozone layer.

You had hoped things were looking up on route to Tommy's place, Billy had held your hand the entire drive, and reassured you that you'd do something together tomorrow.

The minute you both stepped foot inside the bustling house however, he dropped your hand instantly, hailing Tommy who was busy setting up multiple kegs.

You followed Billy through the crowd like a lost sheep, being jostled in his wake.

"Hargrove you fucking made it man!" Tommy calls out loutishly, chucking a can of beer at Billy which he catches adeptly, breaking it open and chugging down at an alarming rate.

Billy must have sensed you watching him.

"You want one?" He asks you loudly over the music, taking another two cans.

"No I'm good, I'll get a glass of punch or something." You say, pointing back towards the kitchen, expecting him to follow you but all he does is nod, turning back to continue talking to Tommy.

Ordinarily Billy wouldn't leave you alone at a party for a single second, he would always be touching you in some way; an arm around your shoulders or waist, hand on the small of your back, pulling you down to sit on his lap, pressing heated kisses to your neck.

You try to ignore your building feelings of hurt, reassuring yourself that he just needed to let off steam for a minute.

Carol Perkins and Nicole Smith were by the punch bowl when you got there, you hated them, a walking, talking pair of John Hughes clichés, spoilt and mean.

"Y/n! Oh my god, hi, we were just talking about you!" Carol says in a tone of fake delight as she spots you.

"You were?" You ask in confusion, sipping at your drink.

"Mhm, we think it's so cute how you trail around after Billy, like a little puppy." She simpers, with a malicious little grin. "Especially when everyone else can see that he doesn't want you around." She pulls a mock sad face, Nicola snorts, and you resist the urge to throw the punch in her piggish face.

"Well as ever it's been great talking to you Carol." You say with a sarcastic smile, but her words stung you as turned heel heading back towards Billy, who was doing a keg stand.

He straightened up howling like a wolf to the cheers of everyone around him, you push through the crowd gathered, trying to force a smile as he turns to you.

“You see that shit? New record!” He shouts into your ear.

It’s an hour later and Billy is getting more and more wasted, the look of self-destruction bright in his eyes. You're sat miserably on a sofa watching helplessly but after another catty comment sent your way by Carol you decide you’ve had enough, you approach him gingerly as he chugs two beers at once.

“Billy?” You say, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah?” He asks absentmindedly, barely acknowledging you, laughing raucously at something Tommy has just said.

“Can we go?” You ask quietly, it gets his attention, he rounds on you looking confused, face flushed with alcohol.

“We just got here.”

You bite your lip, feeling severely uncomfortable, Carol giving you the stink eye from over his shoulder.

“I know, I just - I’m not feeling well.” You stammer, fingernails digging into your clammy palms.

“Ok so go home, I’ll see you later.” He responds flatly, your mouth is oddly dry as he turns away once more.

“Without you?” You say in a small voice, tugging slightly on his shirt like a child.

He huffs loudly.

“Jesus, Y/n, you’re killing my buzz here, would you just go.” He says harshly.

You take a step back, feeling your bottom lip tremble, having never been on the receiving end of Billy’s temper before. Carol and Nicola snigger nastily behind their hands, tears blind you and you bolt, legs carrying you quickly out onto the cold street.

You hear rapid footfalls immediately chasing after you.

“Sunshine!” Billy calls, you flinch at the nickname. "Sunshine would you just stop for a second?!"

“Don’t call me that!” You shout, rounding on him. “I was wrong about you Billy, everyone is right you are an asshole.” Glaring at him, eyes stinging, hands shaking.

“I'm sorry.” He says weakly, you’ve hit him where it hurts in retaliation but can’t bring yourself to feel sorry. “I don’t know why I told you to go, that’s the last thing I want.”

“I do. It’s just like Carol and Nicola said, you don’t want me.” You say, desperately trying to keep your voice level but failing miserably.

“What? No that’s not true, it’s the exact opposite baby.” He reaches out with placating hands and pleading eyes.

“So why do you keep pushing me away?” You sob, hugging yourself around the middle.

“Because I'm a fuck up, and a jerk, and you’re right an asshole. I don’t deserve you.” He says heavily.

“You’ve been distant with me all week, if you want to break up with me Billy just save us both some trouble and do it now.” You mumble, staring resolutely at the ground, mostly hoping it would open up and swallow you whole.

“Break up with you? Angel, I - I fucking love you.” That gets your attention, eyes snapping to his, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I know I don’t say it enough but you mean everything to me.” He says softly.

You desperately want to burrow into his arms, but his dismissal of you still stings, honing in on your biggest insecurities. You weren’t anything special, you knew that, not compared to the Heather Holloway’s of the world; and fucking Carol always getting under your skin stoking the idea that one day Billy would just up and leave.

“You really hurt me.” You say shakily, “Please don’t ever say something like that again unless you really want me to go, because I can’t do this a second time.” You plead.

“Never, ever.” He promises, caressing your face, gazing intently into your eyes.

You sniffle loudly, finally allowing him to fold you into his arms. “I’m so sorry I made you cry baby.” He apologizes, pressing kiss after kiss to the top of your head.

“You scared me.” You whimper, wrapping your arms around him, clinging hard to his back.

“I know, I know.” He rocks you gently, before tilting your face up to kiss you softly. “But I'm not letting you go angel, ever.”

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hearts-4-vicky · 6 months ago

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hi my loves 💪 im sorry for not updating this week and last week as well.. this may happen until the end of june😔 i havent found the time to js sit down and write these reqs but i do have some drafts so yay !!! ive had the biggest writers block since like man idk the julie fic ig? but anyways prepare for a more consistent update schedule like before when i first started out !! oh and thank you so much for all the support on in for it and call over your homegirls !! i’ve actually really enjoyed writing for this lil series and it makes me giggle (my sense of humor is rlly bad.) anyway.. i wanted to know if i should turn it into something liek idk bigger.. and stuff .. yknow ! ill still write reqs but then have like chaewon whining in a different fic

di that maker sense idk m tired and i mids nabi and jwannie boo

COME BACK HUYS I CANT DO THSI SHIT ALONE

#vicky speaking #woohoo!!!#im really sorry chat.

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geralt-of-baevia · 2 years ago

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Happenstance: Part Six

Story Summary: Henry is about to go to bed one night when he suddenly gets a text from a random number he doesn’t know. What happens when you accidentally text the star actor of The Witcher? Memes apparently. Lots and lots of memes. Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Lizzy Moore)

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Not to ruin it, but LOTS of sexy talk.

A/N: aLRIGHT GUYS. Let's address the elephant in the room. It's been TWO AND A HALF YEARS since I updated this bad boy. This chapter has been sitting in my drafts for like, a year and a half. But HERE I AM TO POST IT FINALLY YAAAAAAY. I promise, it's VERY worth it. :P

A/N #2: So, I just wanted to remind for this chapter that this is written in a world where the pandemic is still FRESH and everyone is home in hardcore lockdown. That's all. Enjoy!

Beta: Thank you @midnightswithdearkatytspb for betaing this chapter and for helping me get the motivation and excitement to post this damn thing! You're amazing.

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(Lizzy:) Um, Joey.

(Joey:) Um, Lizzy?

(Lizzy:) Did you know that Henry was sending me something?

(Joey:)

(Lizzy:) Okay, but before or AFTER I asked you for HIS address to send mine?

(Joey:) Before. 👀

(Joey:) But I shit you not. Henry asked me the same day for your address. It was so cute.

(Joey:) It's like a movie.

(Joey:)

(Lizzy:) But like, why? Why would he send me a gift?

(Joey:) Well, why did YOU send him a gift?

(Lizzy:) Because I wanted to apologize, and I hadn't heard from him in over a week and felt like I should make that reach.

(Joey:) Hmm, maybe he's feeling the same way?

(Joey:)

(Lizzy:) I mean, I guess so?

(Lizzy:) I just feel so fucking terrible about the whole thing.

(Joey:) Trust me, I think Henry is feeling the same way, Liz.

(Lizzy:) Why do you say that?

(Joey:) Um, HELLO ELIZABETH. He sent you a gift in the mail. Have you opened it yet?

(Lizzy:) No. It's just sitting on my coffee table. I've been sitting here staring at it for a good 10 minutes.

(Joey:) Oh GOD, you two are perfect for each other. You're both so melodramatic.

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(Henry:) Joey. I just got a package in the mail from Lizzy. Did you give her my address?

(Joey:)

(Henry:) Do you know what she sent me?

(Joey:) Nope. Lizzy just said she wanted to send you something as an apology gift.

(Henry:) Do you know if she's gotten mine yet?

(Joey:) It’s funny you ask that. She just texted me that she got yours—what a coincidence.

(Joey:)

(Henry:) She did?! Did she say if she opened it? What does she think of the gifts?

(Joey:) She hadn’t opened it yet when I just talked to her. Also, can you two just text each other instead of using me as a middle man? As much as I like being updated at every instance on this drama, I don’t want to be like, DIRECTLY in the middle.

(Henry:) I don’t know if she’ll talk to me, though, Joey.

(Joey:)

(Joey:) Henry. SHE SENT YOU A GIFT. JUST FUCKING TEXT HER PLEASE.

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(Henry:) Hey Lizzy, I just got your package. I heard you got mine?

(Lizzy:) Hi! Yes, I did. I haven’t opened it yet, though.

(Henry:) I haven’t opened yours yet either.

(Lizzy:) You know, you didn’t have to send me a gift Henry.

(Henry:) I could say the same thing to you. I’m the one who messed up.

(Lizzy:) Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I overstepped and made you uncomfortable and made you think I was using you? 😔

(Henry:) Yeah, but I accused you of that, and I shouldn’t have. I completely overreacted. That’s why I sent the gift. I didn’t think a ‘I’m sorry’ would suffice for that.

(Lizzy:) Well, that’s very sweet of you. I appreciate the apology. And honestly, I’m glad that you’re talking to me.

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:) I am, too. I’ve wanted to text you this whole time. I just didn’t know what to say. I honestly kind of thought I might have scared you off. I know you said you’d be waiting, but I didn’t know if that waiting period had an expiration date. And I was kind of embarrassed, I'm not going to lie.

(Lizzy:) Henry, you're just being cautious. It was dumb of me to tell you about a freaking sex dream that I had.

(Henry:) Liz, don't say that. You're not dumb, please don't call yourself that.

(Lizzy:) No, it's just that I felt dumb because I'm so good at rushing into things and I thought it had finally caught up with me and I sabotaged a good thing.

(Henry:) You didn't sabotage anything. If anyone did it's me.

(Lizzy:) Why do you say that?

(Henry:) Because I had a beautiful, amazing, sexy woman who I am very much into telling me about the sex dream she had with me. Who doesn't want that?

(Lizzy:) But still. it's understandable, Hen.

(Henry:) Is it though? Even though since we talked last I've had a sex dream about you and felt even more guilty afterwards?

(Lizzy:) Oh, Hen. It's totally normal to have sex dreams about people you know so please don't feel guilty.

(Henry:) I like it when you call me that btw 😏

(Lizzy:) What? Call you Hen?

(Henry:) Yeah, I think it's cute. 😏

(Lizzy:)

(Lizzy:) Well I thought it was adorable when you called me Liz earlier.

(Lizzy:) Now, should we open our presents?

(Henry:) We should.

(Lizzy:) I'm so nervous!

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:) Why are you nervous?

(Lizzy:) Oh I don't know Henry... the guy I like got me this gift that is literally taking up my ENTIRE coffee table.

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:)

(Henry:) I was just going to get you a couple things but then I think I went a little overboard. Please open it!

(Lizzy:) Can I call you while I do? Would that be okay?

(Henry:) Absolutely. I would really like that.

𝗜𝗡��𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟: 💙𝗟𝗶𝘇𝘇𝘆💙

(Henry:) "Hi there Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "Hi, Henry."

(Henry:) "So, are you going to open it or what? My anxiety is off the charts now."

(Lizzy:) "Okay, okay! I'm opening it right now...oh my god. Henry..."

(Henry:) "Do you like it?"

(Lizzy:) "What do you mean 'it?' Which thing?! Henry there's so MANY things in this! When you said you went overboard you really did."

(Henry:) "Yeah...is it too much? I'm sorry if it's too much-"

(Lizzy:) "No! Henry, this gift basket is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. God, what is all in here anyway?"

(Henry:) "There's a little bit of everything."

(Lizzy:) "You could say that again! Henry! There's bath salts in here and a bath bomb, and is this a robe?! Henry this robe is so fucking soft. And slippers? Henry!"

(Henry:) "So you like it?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry! Why wouldn't I like this?! Oh-oh my god Henry. You didn't."

(Henry:) "Oh no. Did I get something bad?"

(Lizzy:) "No, just Henry. These face masks."

(Henry:) "Are they not good? Do you not like them?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, stop. These are amazing! They're also like almost $100 each! This is too much. I-I can't accept this."

(Henry:) "No! Please don't. I just read that those ones were really good and I know you like doing face masks so I thought you would like them."

(Lizzy:) "God this makes me feel like shit about my gift. Like, you got me this giant spa themed gift basket that apparently I don't want to know how much money you put into."

(Henry:) "I just figured it was the least I could do. Help you relax after all the stress I put you through."

(Lizzy:) "Henry, this is literally the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. You're too kind."

(Henry:) "No, I'm just the right amount of kind to you, Lizzy. Now it's time for me to open yours."

(Lizzy:) "God, I'm so nervous. I should have had you open yours first. I can't follow this."

(Henry:) "Oh hush, Lizzy. I'm sure I'll love whatever it is."

(Lizzy:) "God I hope so. It's not $300 worth of fancy face masques but I hope you like it."

(Henry:) "Wait, Lizzy. Are you serious? Did you make this shirt?"

(Lizzy:) "I did. I stole your measurements from work and made it for you. I um-I put reinforced buttons across the chest for you so there's no cleavage gaps. And then I made sure to put in a little extra room into your shoulder and bicep area, hopefully without making you look too bulky. Do you like the color? I know it's just like a super light grey but I figured it'd be versatile."

(Henry:) "Liz, this is amazing. Wait, what's this?"

(Lizzy:) "Oh yeah, I made you something else for you too."

(Henry:) "Did you make me brownies?"

(Lizzy:) "I did! You said you wanted some that one time I told you I was making them when we were talking, so I thought I'd make some just for you."

(Henry:) "That's so kind of you. Wait, what's this other one?"

(Lizzy:) "Oh! Um, those are treats for Kal."

(Henry:) "You made something for Kal?"

(Lizzy:) "Yeah, I figured he should get a treat, too! And I promise it's dog friendly. I got the recipe from my aunt who works with dogs. It has banana, zucchini and carrots. And then almond milk, chia seeds, oat flour. All things that canines can have and are good for them."

(Henry:) "Liz, I'm just in awe. This is all amazing. I know you said that my gift was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you, but I can tell you that this is also the sweetest thing anyone has done for me."

(Lizzy:) "Oh it was nothing, I just made you brownies and a shirt."

(Henry:) "Listen to yourself, Liz. You made me a shirt. From scratch! And made sure to modify it to fit me. That's so kind, and means so much to me that you'd do that. And can I be honest with you?"

(Lizzy:) "Of course you can, Hen."

(Henry:) "When you told me that you made a treat for Kal, god I could kiss you. I still want to kiss you for all of this."

(Lizzy:) "Is that so?"

(Henry:) "You have no idea. The fact that you didn't just think of me but Kal, too? I'm just- god Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "What?"

(Henry:) "You just keep doing more and more things to make me fall for you, aren't you?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, this time it wasn't on purpose, I promise."

(Henry:) "Oh? Just this time?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, yeah. I don't send pictures of my ass to just anyone."

(Henry:) "Well, I guess that's good to hear?"

(Lizzy:) "Oh shut up, you. You know what I mean."

(Henry:) "Right now I'm wishing I could see that ass in person."

(Lizzy:) "Henry, we can't be talking like this."

(Henry:) "And why not?"

(Henry:) "Because the last time we did we didn't talk for a week and a half and it killed me the whole time."

(Henry:) "Yes. But that's because I was being an idiot."

(Lizzy:) "Henry...no you weren't."

(Henry:) "Okay, let's just agree to disagree on that?"

(Lizzy:) "Fine...I guess so."

(Henry:) "But it's because I let my emotions get the best of me, and let past relationship troubles get in the way. Someone who just wanted to just shag me wouldn't make me a shirt from scratch, brownies and treats for Kal. I can tell you really care about me."

(Lizzy:) "Well good. I do care about you, Henry. A lot."

(Henry:) "And I care about you, Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "Can I tell you something really pathetic?"

(Henry:) "I doubt it's going to be pathetic, but yes please tell me."

(Lizzy:) "No, it really is. I missed you enough that I watched some of your movies this week."

(Henry:) "Oh? Is that so? Which ones did you watch?"

(Lizzy:) "I watched Man of Steel and The Man From Uncle and Immortals. You know, I remember thinking how buff you were in Immortals. But seeing you now? You look puny there!"

(Henry:) "Haha, I guess you could say that."

(Lizzy:) "Also, I have to ask something."

(Henry:) "Yes?"

(Lizzy:) "How often did they have to wax you? Was it like a daily thing? Were you terribly itchy the whole time?"

(Henry:) "Hahaha, oh Lizzy. Well, all of us shirtless men initially waxed, a lot. But then we all started breaking out from the waxing, so they switched to shaving us."

(Lizzy:) "Did you hate it?"

(Henry:) "Eh, it has its perks. For instance you could see the definition of muscles better."

(Lizzy:) "Oh you don't have to tell me that. Also, I’m sorry, but did you have an eight pack in that movie?"

(Henry:) "Uh, yeah. I did, I did, haha."

(Lizzy:) "That's incredibly impressive. I didn't think that was actually achievable."

(Henry:) "Oh it is. It was a lot of work. Eight hours of training a day. And I did only body weight exercises so I wouldn't gain any mass, just muscle."

(Lizzy:) "Hen, that's insane. Impressive, but mostly insane. Also I like you better now compared to that movie."

(Henry:) "Is that so? What do you like better about me now?"

(Lizzy:) "I dunno, I just think you look better bulkier is all."

(Henry:) "Well I can definitely say that this is a lot easier to maintain than that."

(Lizzy:) "Oh I bet. Also, there's something you said that I can't stop thinking about."

(Henry:) "What's that?"

(Lizzy:) "That you said something about you having had a sex dream about lil’ old me."

(Henry:) "Yes, yes I did, haha. What about it?"

(Lizzy:) "Would it be too forward to ask you about it?"

(Henry:) "No, no I don't think so. But, before we get to that we need to get one thing settled."

(Lizzy:) "What's that?"

(Henry:) "Do you forgive me for being a complete and total ass to you before?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, there's nothing to forgive-"

(Henry:) "Lizzy, please."

(Lizzy:) "Alright, alright, haha. Whatever I can tell you to help you sleep at night. Yes Henry, I forgive you."

(Henry:) "Thank you, I've been getting awful sleep. I'm happy to know I'll sleep well tonight now"

(Lizzy:) "Oh gosh you're such a shit."

(Henry:) "Yeah, but you like it."

(Lizzy:) "You caught me, haha."

(Henry:) "Well, now you can ask your questions."

(Lizzy:) "I mean, I didn't really have any specific questions about it. I just wanted to know what happened, that’s all."

(Henry:) "So, you want me to tell you about the sex we had in my dream?"

(Lizzy:) "Mmhmm."

(Henry:) "You want me to describe in graphic detail the things we did to each other?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, it’s not required but it would be greatly appreciated. You’d probably get extra credit even."

(Henry:) "To tell you how we were sitting on my couch kissing? One of my hands in your hair, the other on your neck. How once things got heated you got on top of me to straddle my lap?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, that does sound like something I would do."

(Henry:) "And then how I wrapped my arms around you and pressed you close to me as we made out like teenagers? It was actually really adorable because you started to grind against me, and you got so embarrassed because it was instinctual that you did."

(Lizzy:) "Oh see, now that doesn't sound like me. I would have done it on purpose."

(Henry:) "Oh?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, yeah. I don't usually grind on someone by accident."

(Henry:) "Is that so? Well, I guess that's good to know."

(Lizzy:) "Sorry, sorry. I'll stop interrupting. Continue, continue."

(Henry:) "Well so, then after you started grinding on me I let my hands slip under the back of your shirt and unclasp your bra. You take it off under your shirt and your bra and toss them to the side. And god, you looked so perfect sitting there on my lap."

(Lizzy:) "Henry..."

(Henry:) "Do I need to stop?"

(Lizzy:) "No, no. I want you to continue."

(Henry:) "Haha, are you sure about that?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, I'm pretty sure this is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me."

(Henry:) "Is that so?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, please please keep going."

(Henry:) "Can I ask you something?"

(Lizzy:) "Mmhmm."

(Henry:) "...are you, touching yourself?"

(Lizzy:) "Are you?"

(Henry:) "That all depends on what you say."

(Lizzy:) "Oh my gosh, fine, haha. Yes Henry, I'm currently touching myself to you describing us having sex because hearing you telling me those things in your velvety voice is the hottest thing ever. You know I love your voice and this is just, amazing. So if you could please tell me you are touching yourself too so I don't feel embarrassed that would be great."

(Henry:) "Haha yes Lizzy, I am too. And you think my voice is velvety?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, I could get off listening to you read the phonebook."

(Henry:) "You know, there actually is a video of Armie and me doing just that."

(Lizzy:) "Oh? Well, I know what I'm listening to before bed tonight."

(Henry:) "Well I mean I could just let you listen to that instead of finishing..."

(Lizzy:) "Oh Henry, don't be a fucking tease."

(Henry:) "But for some reason I feel like you like being teased."

(Lizzy:) "That's beside the point. Now please, please continue."

(Henry:) "Or what?"

(Lizzy:) "Or I'm going to hang up this phone and finish by myself."

(Henry:) "Fine, fine. Now where was I?"

(Lizzy:) "I'm sitting on your lap and grinding on you, and you just took my bra off. Under my shirt you said? That doesn't make sense to me. Why wouldn't you just take my shirt off and then my bra?"

(Henry:) "Lizzy, haha. Do you want me to continue or are you going to just over analyzing a sex dream I had?"

(Lizzy:) "Sorry, yes, hehe. Please go on."

(Henry:) "So, you were sitting on my lap, grinding against my now very hard cock and fuck Lizzy, you felt amazing."

(Lizzy:) "How so?"

(Henry:) "You just fit in my lap so perfectly, and you grinding against me."

(Lizzy:) "Mmmm fuck Henry... I can't tell you what I wouldn't give to be sitting in your lap right now, grinding on you."

(Henry:) "Me, too Lizzy. God. So then you took your shirt off, and fuck. You just looked incredible. I took a moment to look you over before taking both of your breasts in my hands and massaging them."

(Lizzy:) "Mmmm, mmhmm. Go on, please."

(Henry:) "And then you - ahh - you, you got up and stood in front of me, undid you jeans and pulled them down along with your panties and just stood in front of me naked. And god Lizzy, you were so beautiful."

(Lizzy:) "Well I hope I can live up to your expectations, Hen."

(Henry:) "Oh I have no doubt in my mind that you will."

(Lizzy:) "What happened next? Or did I just stand naked in front of you and then you woke up?"

(Henry:) "Haha, oh no. I spread your legs out, slid down off of the couch to sit in between your spread thighs and hovered my face right in front of the place I'm sure you’d want my mouth the most."

(Lizzy:) "Shit, Henry."

(Henry:) "Use your words, Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "God, I'm so wet right now."

(Henry:) "You were in my dream, too. I spread you out just a little and took one long swipe of your pussy with my tongue."

(Lizzy:) "FUCK, Henry. God, I'm a fucking mess right now."

(Henry:) "I mean, that's kind of my intention."

(Lizzy:) "Is it now?"

(Henry:) "Since I can't have you here grinding on my lap, it's the least I can do."

(Lizzy:) "Goddammit Henry. You're enjoying this too much."

(Henry:) "Oh? Are you not enjoying this?"

(Lizzy:) "I never said that. You're just enjoying torturing me a little too much."

(Henry:) "Torture? Hmm, that's a strong word there Lizzy..."

(Lizzy:) "So it's not torture to lay here on the phone, telling me things you want to do to me while we're in a lock down and we can't do anything about it? Also like, fuck, Henry all I can think about is you stroking yourself right now and god, it's really fucking with my brain."

(Henry:) "What, and you don't think me knowing that you're touching yourself as I'm telling you these things isn't fucking with me? Lizzy I want to be the one touching you so badly."

(Lizzy:) "Yeah? Where do you want to touch me, huh?"

(Henry:) "I see what you did there..."

(Lizzy:) "What did I do, hmm?"

(Henry:) "I'm going to ignore that, haha. But to answer your question, I literally want to touch you anywhere. I'm at the point where it doesn't even need to be sexual. I just want to hold you, hug you, embrace you, something. I just want you."

(Lizzy:) "Hen-Henry. That, wow. That's not what I was expecting you to say, at all. But, I feel the same way. I know that we're literally in the middle of having phone sex, but I just want to hug you...so badly. Or cuddle with you even."

(Henry:) "Exactly. But if I was given the chance? Absolutely I want to touch you everywhere I can get my hands on. I want *my* hand to be touching your cunt right now, not yours."

(Lizzy:) "Fuuuu- Henry, fuck. I want that too."

(Henry:) "Tell me, how badly you want me to rub your clit right now, Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "Hen, ugh, so bad. I wish you were here on top of me with your head between my legs."

(Henry:) "God, Lizzy. I want to taste you. I can't wait until I finally get to."

(Lizzy:) "Speaking of which, I think that's where we left off on your dream?"

(Henry:) "You really are smooth aren’t you, Miss Elizabeth?"

(Lizzy:) "Ohhhh...you saying my name like that, Henry, I can't..."

(Henry:) "Oh, so do you not want me to tell you how I ate you out in my dream?"

(Lizzy:) "Oh, no no I do. I just have never heard my name said like that before. And I think I just had a minor stroke. That's all. I’ll be fine. But um, please-please continue...please?"

(Henry:) "...are you begging Lizzy?"

(Lizzy:) "Hnnn, Henryyyyy."

(Henry:) "But yes, I licked up and down your pussy while you quite literally sat on my face. I eventually moved us back so I could rest my head against the couch so I had a place to kneel because your legs kept giving way."

(Lizzy:) "I have no doubt about that."

(Henry:) "And then I looked up at you and I apparently hit just the right spot and you came all over my face. And fuck, your first orgasm was glorious."

(Lizzy:) "...wait my first? Henry, my first?! You made me orgasm more than once in this dream?!"

(Henry:) "It was actually three times."

(Lizzy:) "Henry. I've never orgasmed more than once in one sitting before. That both intrigues and terrifies me."

(Henry:) "Only once? Oh Miss Lizzy, if you'd like, I could make you orgasm until you can't see straight or walk."

(Lizzy:) "Again, I don't doubt that. And again, I’m both intrigued and a little scared, haha."

(Henry:) “Well, now I'm even more excited at the prospect of us being together."

(Lizzy:) "So, how did you make me come the second time?"

(Henry:) "On top of you."

(Lizzy:) "Hen, I need you to elaborate if I'm going to get anywhere right now."

(Henry:) "Are you getting close?"

(Lizzy:) "I might be if you keep telling me about this dream."

(Henry:) "...are you going to cum for me Lizzy?"

(Lizzy:) "Yes, Henry. But please, please keep talking."

(Henry:) "God, I bet your pussy feels so good-"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, I would literally make you come in five minutes if I was on top of you right now. I would ride you like you've never been before, and I would blow your fucking mind. But I need you right now to. Keep. Talking."

(Henry:) "Fuuuuck Lizzy. Okay, well the second time I got up, took my trousers off and sat down on the couch. You came over, told me 'I was too overdressed' before taking my shirt off. It was very sexy."

(Lizzy:) "Woooow. Dream Lizzy was very bold. I'm proud of her. Get that cock, dream Lizzy. I live vicariously through you."

(Henry:) "Oh I'm sure it won't be vicariously soon."

(Lizzy:) "So, can I try and take a guess at what happened next?"

(Henry:) "Weren't you just practically begging me to keep talking?”

(Lizzy:) “Maybe, haha. I never said I wasn’t fickle. Do you not want to hear what I want to do to you then?”

(Henry:) “Be my guest.”

(Lizzy:) "Well, I know I would come over and straddle you, but not take you inside of me just yet. I'd tease you first. Maybe arch my back up and place my tits in your face, because I can only imagine you'd be just as skilled with your mouth on those as you are on other places."

(Henry:) “Fuck Lizzy…"

(Lizzy:) "Oh, is that labored breathing I hear Henry? Is someone picking up the pace on their cock?"

(Henry:) "Considering what you're describing is better than my dream was, yes, yes I am."

(Lizzy:) "Well then I should continue shouldn't I?"

(Henry:) "You're such a shit, Miss Elizabeth."

(Lizzy:) "Yes, but I feel like we've already established that. And that you like it. Maybe have even called me a tease?"

(Henry:) "Lizzy...please..."

(Lizzy:) "But yes, I'd live up to the term and tease you. It's what I like to do: tease until you can't take it anymore. I'd slip your cock in between my folds and just grind against you, rubbing my clit up and down the underside of your cock right where that vein is. Fuck, it feels so good and I know it'd drive you crazy. Being so close to being inside of me, but not being able to feel where you really want to."

(Henry:) "Lizzy...shit...oh fuck..."

(Lizzy:) "Henry, Henry please say something. I know you're close and so am I."

(Henry:) "If you did that for too long I would grab you by the hips and guide you down onto my cock, slowly, giving you a taste of your own medicine. But once I got completely inside of you, I'd slowly start moving your hips, and I’d finally get the sweet reward of knowing what your pussy feels like."

(Lizzy:) "Hen-Henry...Henry I'm so close..."

(Henry:) "Are you going to come for me, Lizzy?"

(Lizzy:) "Hen..."

(Henry:) "Just think about how good it would feel straddling me and bouncing that sweet little pussy of yours up and down on my cock until you come. Grinding out those hips, my fingertips digging into your skin..."

(Lizzy:) "Shit, oh fuck...oh my god..."

(Henry:) "Come on Lizzy, come for me."

(Lizzy:) "Oh FUCK..."

-pause-

(Henry:) "Are you doing okay there, Liz?"

(Lizzy:) "Fuck, fuck I'm great. Oh my god."

(Henry:) "Yeah? You being out of breath would say otherwise.”

(Lizzy:) "That was, wow. Like, I'm still having mini aftershocks."

(Henry:) "Not to be too personal-"

(Lizzy:) "Henry we're literally having phone sex. You just heard me have an extremely intense orgasm over the phone. Nothing is too personal at this point."

(Henry:) "Haha, well when you put it that way..."

(Lizzy:) "But what is your question?"

(Henry:) "Are you someone who shakes and convulses when they orgasm?"

(Lizzy:) "Um, yes. Very much so. Not to talk about past sex during current sex, but I've made someone orgasm just from watching me orgasm."

(Henry:) "I would be one of those people."

(Lizzy:) "Yeah? You like the idea of my body shaking, my back arching against the bed as the room fills with my moans and shouting your name as I come?"

(Henry:) "Lizzy, shit...I would kill to see that."

(Lizzy:) "Just imagine me doing that...but with your head between my legs. My hands tangled in your hair... pulling at it slightly as I grind against your face with my orgasm-"

(Henry:) "FUCK, Lizzy! Oh-oh, Lizzy-"

(Lizzy:) "Yeah? Are you coming for me Hen?"

(Henry:) "God, Li-Lizzy. Holy shit...holy fuck."

(Lizzy:) "That good, huh?"

(Henry:) "Lizzy, I just- wow I'm a mess. Literally and figuratively."

(Lizzy:) "Hen, you can't tell me that."

(Henry:) "What, the fact you've made me come so hard that I'm now a mess?"

(Lizzy:) "Yes, you can't tell me that. Between your heavy breathing now and imagining your beautifully muscular abs a 'mess' because of me makes my brain all sorts of fucked up."

(Henry:)"Haha, and you don't think that hearing you moan, which is the hottest thing I think I've ever heard, knowing how wet you are now just laying in your bed because of me doesn't have me all sorts of fucked up?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, at least the feelings are mutual, haha."

(Henry:) "Which, I know we just did that but just with our recent history I just want to make sure that everything is okay with us with that just happening."

(Lizzy:) "Haha, Henry, I was going to ask you the same question. But is everything okay? I'm perfectly fine with what just happened. Like, elated. I'm probably glowing. What about you?"

(Henry:) "Same. I absolutely feel the same. As someone who's been on the road and away from my significant other often, phone sex isn't unfamiliar territory but, it's never been like that before. Wow."

(Lizzy:) "I've also had my fair share of phone sex and yeah, never has it been like that. Fuck, I can't wait until we can see each other in person."

(Henry:) "Me too, Lizzy. Like, right now I wish that you could be cuddled against me with your head on my chest."

(Lizzy:) "Henry...that's the sweetest thing. I'd also love that. A lot. I would definitely fall asleep because I'm practically falling asleep to your voice right now."

(Henry:) "Should I let you go? So you can have a nice post orgasm nap?"

(Lizzy:) "Mmm, maybe. I want to nap but I don't want to stop talking to you. I really like talking to you..."

(Henry:) "Well, how about we make a deal? We can get off the phone now so you can take a nap, and then you can call me when you wake up?"

(Lizzy:) "Mr. Cavill, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea."

(Henry:) "I've been known to have those from time to time."

(Lizzy:) "Oh I'm sure you have. Well, I suppose we should hang up. I always feel so awkward hanging up after phone sex."

(Henry:) "Should we start in a sickening back and forth of 'no YOU hang up first?'"

(Lizzy:) "Oh my god Henry, I'd rather someone slap me in that face than be that annoying."

(Henry:) "I mean, I could do that if you're into that..."

(Lizzy:) "HENRY. Okay, I'm hanging up now. I'll talk to you soon."

(Henry:) "Talk to you soon, Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "Bye, Henry."

(Henry:) "Bye, Liz."

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NEW MESSAGE: Lizzy

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(Lizzy:) I miss your voice already. 🥴🙈

(Henry:) I miss yours too. 😏 Now go to sleep Miss Lizzy, I’ll hear your voice soon.

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:)

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