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you're the only one for me, baby
1.7k, steddie, one of them getting so drunk that they don't recognise the other and telling them back off i've already got a boyfriend, it's all sweetness <3 likely a modern!au and actually just goobers in love
Eddie doesn't really drink. He's not against partying but he's much more attuned to smoking a little weed to take the edge off, sometimes a spliff if he wants to mix a little business and pleasure.
Eddie doesn't really drinkâso when he does, it goes about as well as expected.
From zero to a hundred.
Steve had lost track of him after directing his stumbling feet towards the bathroom to take a leak. But apparently, as he's now found out, this bathroom has two doors.
What the fuck kind of bathroom has two doors, like some weird thoroughfare?
Regardless, it took all of five minutes with no noises coming from the inside before Steve had loudly announced he was coming in, no matter what, getting quite worried for his boyfriend.
He trusted Eddie to not be too sloshed to handle a piss, even if he was on the wilder side tonight, but still leaned up against the door to chase off anyone else looking to knockâbecause Eddie hilariously gets pee-shy.
The door had opened easily, apparently unlocked, and Steve had stepped into the empty bathroom. The other door across the room, the one he hadn't noticed until now, was wide open to the party.
So, now he's on the hunt for Eddie.
Which is a task that feels a little bit like herding cats because drunk Eddie isn't something Steve has a lot of experience with. But what he does know, is this: it's the opposite of high Eddie.
Stoned, Eddie likes to find the comfiest place he can (usually Steve's lap, or so he proclaims) and sink into it, like melting wax. Then, given he has access to adequate snacks, he doesn't move for quite some time.
Drunken Eddie cannot even fathom the concept of sitting still.
Either way, looking where there's food is a good as a place to start as any.
Steve ambles out the strange two-doored bathroom and flips his head back and forth, trying to remember the direction of the kitchen. He hasn't been here beforeâone of Eddie's band connectionsâand Steve's still had a couple beers himself.
He shakes his head and takes a left, relieved when it leads to the stairs. Okay, he sort of knows where he's going now. They had only come upstairs to find the quieter bathroom for Eddie.
As Steve reaches the bottom of the stairs, a faint stir of irritation flashes through him. Eddie just left him behind? That wasn't that nice, even if he was incredibly drunk.
He can hear the din of people chattering just above the music and he follows it, leading him into the half-full kitchen, people dotted around. There's a few pizza boxes scattered around and Steve eyes each of them specifically, looking for the tell-tale wipe of Eddie's greasy fingers. No dice.
Steve wrinkles his nose, spinning around and double checking before he moves on.
If not by the food, then... where?
Steve takes a few steps forward into the living room, his heart beginning to sink and shrivel all at once. There was a miserable feeling attached to looking for his partners at a party, a wallowing and awful memory tied to the feeling.
Steve pushes a hand across his chest roughly, as if trying to shove the feeling away.
Eddie wasn't... her. Eddie wouldn't do that.
But the moment he's thought it, it's stuck in his head. Steve's feet begin to speed up, checking a little more carelessly as he starts to stick his head in different rooms, his hazel eyes jumping around. Not Eddie, not Eddie, not Eddieâso many people and none of them are Eddie.
Untilâthere. Steve spots a very familiar looking behind as it leans over the back of the couch, the owner of said-behind talking to someone sitting on the couch.
He blinks, just to be sure, but the details come into better focus. There's chains on his belt loops and when he shakes his head, Steve can see the curls he loves to bury his hands into.
Eddie.
Steve's relief pulls him forward, his feet almost stumbling, his mouth pulling into a relieved smile. He puts a hand out, fingers spread, across the leather-clad back.
"Eds," Steve says, relief colouring his voice.
Eddie swings up abruptly, pushing himself off the couch. When he turns, a bit of liquid sloshes out of the beer bottle he's holding.
"Heyyy," The words come out a bit slurred and when he finally stands straight, he doesn't look right at Steve. "Handsssss off the merchandise, buddy."
Steve chuckles, reaching out and plucking the bottle from his boyfriend's grasp. Eddie gawps, an adorable little hiccup interrupting his shocked expression.
"Hey," He says loudly, reaching forward for it fruitlessly as Steve pulls it out reach. "That's mine." Eddie whines.
"You've had more than enough, I think." Steve says. He steals just one gulp of it before he turns at puts it on a nearby table. When he turns back, Eddie is frowning at him, brows pulled together tightly and bottom lip jutting out.
"Listenâ" Eddie leans forward, jabbing a finger into Steve's chest. "I dunnowhoyouthinkyouare," The words come out in a one big jumble and Steve frowns.
What? Something sour claws into Steve's chest at the frosty greeting.
"Eddie," Steve says, his hazel eyes wide and worried as his gaze darts between Eddie's squinted face and swaying form.
Steve reaches out to put a hand on his waist, aiming to steady him, but Eddie sees it coming and widens his eyes comically. He swerves back to avoid it, his boots tilting dangerously on the wooden floors. If he was still holding his beer, Steve bets half of it would be on the floor by now.
"Wo-oah," Eddie exaggerates, waving a hand out and batting Steve's outstretched arm away. The rottenness in Steve's chest blooms, rancid and freezing. He sucks in a sharp breath.
"Edâ"
"Iâ" Eddie says, holding up his hand and waggling one finger at Steve, like he's a naughty schoolboy. His words still have that drunken slur to them.
"âalready have a boyfriend, thank you very much. He's much too pretty to be throwing it away for the likes of you, you weasel of a man..." His ludicrous and nonsensical insult trails off under his breath as Eddie's attention is drawn away by a shout across the room.
As he watches Eddie drape himself back over the couch, the sourness between Steve's ribs shifts, transforming into something infinitely sweeter. He lets out a dazed laugh, a wild smile spreading on his face before he can smother it beneath his hand.
I'm dating a lunatic, Steve thinks happily.
He reaches out and steals Eddie's beer once more, taking another large swig before giving it another go.
This time, he sidles up beside Eddie who's engaged back in conversation with one of the guys on the couch, and just waits. It only takes a minute before the dude on the couch seems to realise who Steve's waiting for and he nudges Eddie, gesturing behind him.
Eddie, still bent over the back of the couch, twists only his head to look. This time, the recognition is immediate.
He springs up, pushing the couch forward an inch in his excitement and leaps forward, his hands clawing into Steve's shoulder with a fierce delight.
"Steeeeve," Eddie croons, crowding in close. His hands start moving, fingers searching like curious spiders, fingertips dancing along the sensitive skin of Steve's neck til he's squirming back, laughter betraying him.
"Stop it." He laughs. Steve arrests Eddie's wrists in his hand and Eddie cackles, using the pause to surge forward, kissing him square on the mouth.
Eddie tastes like the beer he's been drinking and Steve barely gets a moment to enjoy it before Eddie's pulling back, leaning forward so they're forehead to forehead.
"I was looking for you." Eddie says, his doe eyes wide. His pupils grow larger the longer he stares at Steve.
Steve grins. "Uh huh. Looking for me between the couch cushions, were you?"
Eddie rears back, his head flipping as he stares back at the couch and then back at Steve. "Nuh uh. I came out the bathroom and you were goooone."
That explains it. Eddie must have left out the other door â and then thought Steve had left him behind and gone hunting for him. Something else settles in Steve's chest, relieved.
"Andâ" Eddie hiccups. "âand some guy tried to- to freakin' flirt with me. Can you believeee?"
Steve's grin widens by a mile. "Is that so? What you'd tell him?"
"No, of course!" Eddie says, head pulled back as if he's appalled Steve would think otherwise. He shakes his hands out of Steve's grip and drops them, fumbling for a moment to get his fingers into Steve's belt loops.
When he does, he yanks Steve forward a tad too forcefully, their bodies colliding in a way that's more sore than sexy. Eddie continues on as if he doesn't notice. "Even if he was particularly tasty," He murmurs, his lips tracing the column of Steve's throat.
"I let him know, baby." Eddie all but purrs.
And perhaps if the competition Eddie was beating off was literally anyone other than himself, Steve would be right there with him.
Instead, he can't contain his snort of laughter. Eddie was perfect; he was a possessive and drunken dog, barking up the wrong damn tree. Steve loves him.
"You're laughing," Eddie states plainly, even as his doe eyes manage to grow even more round. Steve can't help it, it just makes him laugh more.
"Treason." Eddie declares. Then using the belt loops to keep Steve captive, he leans in and blows a raspberry on his neck.
Steve lets out an unattractive squawk, his laughter melting into Eddie's as he pushes his boyfriend's face away â to which Eddie simply lets himself go limp, his face cradled and held up solely by Steve's hands.
"Christ," Steve says between his laughs, shifting his hand to hold him more tenderly. Eddie smiles dopely, then puckers his lips and closes his eyes.
Steve rolls his eyes, entirely too endeared. "Alright, c'mere," He gives in, leaning and kissing Eddie, short and sweet. When he pulls back, Eddie's eyes are open, starry and gazing up at him. He gives a dreamy sounding sigh. Steve's heart fizzles, like it's full of pop-rocks.
"Ready to go?"
"As long as it's with you, baby." Eddie says, sounding every bit like he means it.
#steve asks him if he can remember the other dude in the morning#eddie: i do recall him being distinctly super hot..... [his ass still has no clue]#steve never tells him for the fact that eddie is so chuffed to 1) get hit on and 2) get to defend his relationship#its steve lil secret :-) he does tell robin tho and she laughs so hard soda comes out her nose#i love this silly trope !#even better if theyâve only been together a short -ish time#does eddie ever find out you may ask? why yes he does. at their wedding đ#if you take anything from this its my headcanon that eddie is pee-shy#it's gooberish but after months and months of 'you're not from around here' i'm okayyyy with that#its nice to have simply written and finished something sillay#steddie#ruby writes steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steddie fanfiction#steddie fluff#established relationship#steve harrington#eddie munson#if u have more of this trope SENDDDD PLEEEK#eddie rlly is the most in love in this
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Ugh... Mafia Weiss is such a vibe tho i need more-- ugnghg...
First two from Crossing Lines
and the third is from Flashing Lights
#rwby#weiss schnee#ruby rose#blessed art#white rose#blake belladonna#screams into the wild im going CRAZZZYYYYY#read fics theyre so good im brainrotting over white rose so bad im not original
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staying at theo nottâs over the summer
youâve been staying at theoâs parentsâ estate over the summer holidays for a few weeks now, itâs a huge house with not enough people to fill it. you donât mind though since it gives you plenty of peace and privacy with your boyfriend. you knew he was rich but you had never known how rich until you arrived here. everyday had been almost the exact same routine, not that it bothered you. this was the most relaxed youâd been all year. the mornings were quiet and often spent picking fruit in their orchard or picking out the days book & matching bikini. his parents were gone most of the time, leaving theo cocky enough to try and fuck you in every corner of the house, inside and out. the tennis court, the pool, the couch, the sauna, the kitchen, the terrace, the garden and the kitchen. while you admired his (constant) efforts, all you could really muster up the energy to do was sunbathe by the pool with pansy. it was supposed to be your holiday too after all. the italian sun was giving you a gorgeous golden glow that made theo drool all over his dinner each night- which, luckily, his parents were too self-absorbed to ever notice. most nights after dessert you and theo go out to the pool house, where pansy and draco were staying, to share a joint or two. you giggle and laugh for hours into the night with smoke hanging thickly in the still summer air, until theo starts to see your red eyes droop - thatâs when he knows itâs time to call it a night. he walks with you, hand in hand, up to the bedroom youâve been sharing. he tucks you in, kisses you on the forehead and walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. as he turns the tap on, the sound of steadily flowing water sends you off to a peaceful sleep, content to do it all again tomorrow.
đđžđđ (moodboard link)
#italian summer theo is sweet and lazy i love him#i wanna lie around with him all day#no plot just vibes#omg iâm scared this is the most iâve written in a while#{rubyâs writings}#theo x reader#theodore nott x reader#theo nott x reader#rubyâs moodboards#theo nott summer#theo nott imagine#theodore nott imagine#theo nott fluff#theo nott fan cast#theo nott moodboard#theodore nott#theo nott#theo nott aesthetic#lorenzo zurzolo#fanfic#harry potter aesthetic#harry potter fanfiction#fanfiction#theo nott fan fic#theodore nott fan fic#theo not fan fiction#theodore nott fan fiction#aesthetic board#moodboard#{rubyâs moodboards}
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For those who couldnât see it (she deleted the story, but some people still got a hold of itđ€)
#ruby cruz#she sings like a angel#but like no shit sheâs crazy talented#I swear itâs not my big fat crush on her#she is actually THAT good#ruby cruz x reader#hazel callahan#ruby cruz bottoms#kit tanthalos#hazel callahan x reader#ruby cruz fan fic#ruby cruz fanfic#ruby jean cruz
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Wet // Hazel Callahan*
request: none!
propmts: none!
summary: hazel thought it'd be a fun idea to tease you right before your friends came over for a pool party, wanting to just rile you up and make you wait, knowing that there was nothing you could about it. right? wrong.
warnings: smut, public sex, fingering, slight degradtion, dom!reader, sub!hazel, language, getting caught, edging, pj being an ass
word count: 1.5k
a/n: gn!reader, reader wearing a bikini but thereâs no physical description of reader
It was finally summer break. And after a very long and very complicated senior year, you and the rest of the fight club wanted nothing more than to just relax. Luckily for you, your girlfriend Hazel just so happened to have a pool in her backyard. What better way to kick off the summer than with a pool party with your girlfriend and all of your best friends?Â
âHow long until everyone else gets here?â you asked, laying on your stomach on Hazelâs bed in your brand new red bikini. Hazelâs eyes practically popped out of her head when she first saw you in it, the skimpy fabric leaving very little to the imagination.
âThey were supposed to get here ten minutes ago, but knowing them, probably another hour,â she replied from the bathroom, where she was currently getting changed.
You huffed and rolled onto your back, your head hanging over the edge of the bed. âWhy are you even getting changed in there? Itâs not like I havenât already seen everything.â
Hazel giggled, the sound making your stomach do flips. âBecause I donât want you getting any ideas. Weâre supposed to have company any minute now and I would rather we donât get walked in on humping each other.â
You scoffed, âOh please, we would not be humping each other. If anything we would be-,â
âHazel! Your friends are here!â Mrs. Callahan called from downstairs, interrupting you right before you could tell Hazel all the things you wanted to do to her.Â
âHold that thought, baby. I donât think our friends are gonna appreciate hearing all that,â Hazel said, walking out of her bathroom in a dark green bikini that you were practically drooling over. You roll back onto your stomach to get a better look, shamelessly checking out your girlfriend. âIâd love to hear it later though,â Hazel said, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss before pulling away and winking at you before walking out of her room to meet everyone else, leaving you a flustered and slightly horny mess.Â
You grumbled to yourself before reluctantly getting up and following her, when an idea formed in your head. If Hazel wanted to tease you like that, then youâd just have to do the same. So what if you had company?
~
You had spent the past hour, just biding your time, waiting for the perfect moment to enact your revenge. By now Hazel had completely forgotten about the moment you shared in her bedroom, her mind currently only focused on beating PJ in a chicken fight, which you were more than happy to watch. Sitting on a bench in the deep end of the pool, you watched as Hazel pushed PJ off of Josieâs shoulders, sending the two of them toppling into the water. You smiled at her as she got off of Slyvieâs shoulders and swam over to you.
âHey! Whatâre you doing sitting all the way over here?â she asked, taking a seat beside you.
You moved your body slightly to block her from everyoneâs view before leaning in closer to her, your hand slowly moving up her thigh as your lips meet her ear.
âDonât think I forgot about earlier,â you whispered, a sultry tone to your voice.
Hazel looked confused for a moment, having forgotten about what had happened entirely, before it dawned on her. âOh right. That,â she said, an amused grin on her face. âHope youâre not too mad at me.â
You smirked, pulling back to look at her again. âOh, not at all. But you didnât think I was just gonna let you get away with it, did you?â
A shiver ran down Hazelâs spine at your words, a teasing smile growing on her face. âOf course not. I l know Iâm in for it later.â
You laughed softly, causing Hazel to scrunch up her face in confusion. âWhatâs so funny?â
âPoor dumb baby. Iâm not waiting til later. I wanna play with you right nowâŠâ
You dragged your nails down her stomach, pulling a soft whimper from Hazel. Her eyes widened in panic as your hands kept moving lower. Hazel reached down and tried to pull your hands away.Â
âWhatâre you doing?! Our friends are right over there!â Hazel whisper-yelled.Â
âI guess youâll just have to be quiet then, wonât you?â you asked, your fingers playing with the waistband of her swimsuit bottoms.Â
You looked into her eyes, waiting to see if she would try to protest again, but Hazel only nodded in agreement.Â
âGood girlâŠâ you drawled, finally slipping your hand beneath the material and just barely ghosting your fingers over her clit.Â
Hazel whined softly, her hips eagerly bucking forward into your touch, causing you to laugh under your breath.
âLooks like someoneâs needy. You really needed this, didnât you, baby?â you cooed softly, finally applying more pressure on her aching clit. âYeah, I bet you did.â
Hazelâs face flushed at your words, and she hid her face in your neck, her teeth sinking into your skin as she tried to quiet her pathetic little whimpers.
âSuch a good girl for me,â you whispered, your breath hitching from the pleasurable pain in your neck. Slowly, you moved your hand further down and dragged your fingers over her needy pussy, eliciting a whine from her.Â
âPleaseâŠâ Hazel whimpered softly, her hips desperately moving against your hand as she tried to get the friction she oh so desperately wanted.Â
âPlease what? What is it, baby?â you say mockingly, knowing full well what she wanted and making sure you moved just slow enough to keep it from her.Â
âWant-,â Hazel stutters in embarrassment, her voice becoming a pathetic whine, âwant your fingers. Please. Need them inside of me.â
You smiled at her words, loving how embarrassed she got every single time she tried to tell you what she wanted. Wrapping your other arm around her waist, you pulled her closer to you before slipping two fingers into her dripping pussy, the water you were both in proving to be an excellent lubricant.Â
Not expecting the sudden stretch, Hazel couldnât help the moan that fell from her lips, unable to silence herself in time. You had hoped no one heard, since all of your friends were being pretty noisy, but PJ, being annoying and nosy as per usual, took notice.Â
âWhat was that? You guys fucking over there?â PJ called over with a smug grin on her face, alerting the rest of the club of your intimate moment with Hazel.Â
Not bothering to cease your movements, you continue to finger Hazel as you look over to PJ. âYou wish, Iâd bet your perverted ass would love to watch. Hazel just has cramps, that's all, right baby?âÂ
You turn back to Hazel, angling your fingers just right to continually abuse her g-spot while your palm rubs against her clit, hurtling her closer and closer to the edge. She knew it was wrong, she shouldnât have still been so turned on after getting caught, but the feeling of doing something so naughty only made the pleasure building up inside of her grow.
âUhh⊠y-yep! J-just cramps. Thatâs all,â she stuttered out, desperately trying to keep her moans in, feeling her climax building.Â
âI think weâre gonna go back inside so she can lay down. See you guys in a bit!â you said cheerfully, shutting down any more of PJâs attempts to annoy you, before pulling your hand away mere seconds before Hazelâs orgasm, leaving her even more desperate for you than she was before.Â
Hazel whined softly at the sudden loss of contact, her nails digging into your arm and trying to pull you back. But you wouldnât budge. Instead you stood up on the bench you were hiding on and climbed out of the pool, waiting for Hazel to follow. Which she did, but not without a pout on her face.Â
âYouâre so adorable when youâre pouting, baby,â you whispered to her, giggling as you draped a towel over her shoulders before grabbing one for yourself.Â
Taking her hand, the two of you walked back inside her house and up to her room. Once her bedroom was shut behind you, you turned to hazel and all but dragged her to her bed before pushing her back onto it.Â
âSuch a pretty girlâŠâ You smirked down at her as you climbed over her, straddling her hips and pinning her to the bed.
âPlease⊠I was so close. Whyâd you stop?â Hazel whined, wanting nothing more than for you to touch her again.Â
âYou didnât forget how you got yourself into this predicament in the first place, did you? You didnât think I was actually gonna let you cum, right?â
Hazelâs eyes widened slightly, the threat of being left unsatisfied only making her even more desperate for you. âUhmâŠâ
You smiled and leaned down to whisper in her ear, âMy poor dumb baby. Youâre in for a long night.â
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The boy with the demon blood is always watching him.
His gaze had been alternatingly reverent and despondent before Luciferâs rise. After, itâs cold, appraising, and only when Dean isnât looking. It reminds Castiel of the few times that Michael has set his eyes on him and it makes the place on the back of his back itch where his wings would be. Luciferâs vessel should not remind him of Michael. Itâs not right.
Theyâre sitting in a diner, a cup of coffee in front of him that he has no intention of drinking, Dean is in the bathroom, and Sam is staring at him again, lip pulled back just enough that Castiel canât tell if itâs a grimace or a snarl. He is not well versed in humanity, but he wishes for this to stop. Itâs distracting. âWhat is your problem?â
âYou,â Sam says bluntly, which Castiel had not expected. âI donât trust you.â
âBecause your judgement in this area is without reproach,â he says, surprising himself. Itâs just that Dean is predictable. Understandable. Sam is not. Itâs frustrating.
That look on his face is almost a smile. âExactly. I trusted you in the beginning. Youâre an angel, a being of good, who brought my brother back to life. Why wouldnât I?â He shakes his head, a faint look of disgust on his face that Castiel is used to seeing there.
He thought Samâs self recrimination was wholly centered on his role in releasing Lucifer. He does not know what to do with the realization that some of it is directed towards him. âI am still all those things.â
âNo,â Sam says. âYouâre the good soldier who left my brother to rot. I tried to save him and couldnât. I nearly destroyed myself doing it. You could have saved him and didnât. You could have prevented all of this if youâd pulled him out before he broke the first seal. But you didnât, and then you left him there for another ten years, letting Alistair sink his claws into him.â He leans forward. âMy brother was only useful to you broken. Iâm not going to forget that again.â
Anger rushes through him. Dean is often frustrating. Sam is infuriating. âI was following orders.â
He realizes too late that heâs only confirming Samâs assertions. To his credit, he doesnât appear at all satisfied with the admission. âThatâs why you and Dean get along, you know. Two good little soldiers in a pod that rebelled too late and are suffering the consequences.â
Sam has not spoken of Dean like this, has not been anything but accommodating and sorrowful to his elder brother since killing Lilith. His description of their actions sounds too much like Lucifer for Castielâs comfort. Theyâre nothing like him. It is Sam who is the devilâs foil. âWhat are you, then?â
âAn idiot,â he says. âYou and Ruby are the same, manipulating us both to start this stupid apocalypse. I know you let me out of the panic room, Castiel.â
He goes very still. There are several defenses available to him, but all only confirm Samâs assertion that heâs a good little soldier that rebelled too late, that he was as Ruby. Perhaps this is where so much of Deanâs frustrations around his brother come from. He is not right, but it is difficult to find the words to prove him wrong.
âIf you were going to try and deny it, that would have been the time to do it,â he says dryly. âIf you hadnât, the apocalypse would have been averted. I canât kill Lilith if Iâm dead and even if one of you had done it, it still wouldnât matter. Lucifer canât puppet a corpse. Over before it begins.â
Castiel means to choose his next words carefully. Instead, he says, âYou have not told Dean.â
Sam shrugs, looking at the window, his eyes tightening in pain. âHe needs something â someone â to hold onto right now. It canât be me, so itâs you. But Iâm watching you, Cas. Manipulate my brother again, and Iâm not going to care how useful you are in averting the apocalypse or what itâll do to Dean to lose faith again.â
âWhy can it not be you?â
He looks over at him, startled. Itâs nice to be able to be the one to put him off balance for once. âWhat?â
âWhy can Dean not hold on to you?â he repeats. Despite every attempt from heaven and hell to prevent just that, it seems to him that Dean is holding onto his brother more tightly than ever.
Samâs expression shuts down, but not before Castiel sees the tidal wave of grief there. âYou didnât know him before hell. You donât know what you took from him by leaving him there.â
Heâs back on uncertain territory. Itâs the only kind he ever seems to be in with Sam. âIs he very different?â
Dean does not appear overly different from an outside perspective. His personality and priorities seem roughly the same as they were reported to be before hell. Traumatized, perhaps, but itâs not as if Dean is any stranger to that.
Sam laughs and Castiel flinches before he can think not to. âOur fatherâs words haunted him, you know. That he had to either save me or kill me. In some ways, selling his soul for me was a relief. Not only was it a complete rejection of that order, but it meant that if I did have to be killed one day, he wouldnât be the one to do it. Not that he ever would, because people have tried to manipulate him into it before. Me included. So I guess you can take some sort of pride in it, being the one who succeeded.â
Castiel regrets starting this conversation. He thinks that Dean cannot possibly still be in the bathroom and wishes he would return. âYou are not dead.â
âIf youâd left me in the panic room,â Sam says. âI would be.â
That is likely true.
âIt was perfect,â Sam says bitterly. âMe, strung out on withdrawal, alone and isolated and hallucinating and dying. Dean with all of his worst nightmares confirmed. Except heâs faced that before and it still didnât end with me dead. He needed a push. He needed a way to save me or kill me that wouldnât be his fault, his hands, that he could drink and hide from. And leaving me to detox alone in that room did that, gave him an out that he told himself he could live with.â He tilts his head, mocking and sharp, and Castiel would very much like to stop seeing Michael in Sam Winchesterâs face. âBut you never wanted me to actually detox. Not with Lilith still alive when Iâd need years of training to be strong enough to kill her without it. You didnât want me clean. You wanted me twisted so far around that Iâd be easy to control.â
Zachariah had wanted that. Castiel hadnât known. He was just following orders.
Dean might accept that explanation. Sam never will. He believes blindly following orders to be a weakness. Itâs difficult to argue against it when heâs right. If Castiel had not followed orders he did not understand, they would not be here. But following orders is all heâs ever done.
âI should have known better,â Sam says. âThatâs on me. Dean played his part too, but heâs got enough to deal with right now.â
âYou intend to let him continue blaming you,â Castiel says. Deanâs mistrust and anger hurts him. Itâs easy to see. Here he has the information to rid himself of it, at least partly, but heâs keeping it to himself.
His mouth twitches into something thatâs almost a smile. âItâs me or him. He went to hell for forty years for me. I can spare him this.â
Castiel tries to imagine Deanâs reaction if he uncovers how close he came to Samâs permanent death, how it was something he chose and could have prevented and did not because of actions and assurances that Castiel gave him.
Sam is an abomination. He is, also, human, and no amount of demon blood down his throat is going to change that. Â
âBefore hell, Dean might have forced me to detox, but not alone,â Sam says softly. âHe never would have left me to die alone.â
He searches for something safe to say, something to extricate himself from this conversation. What he settles on is, âYou and Deanâs relationship confuses me.â
Sam laughs again. Castiel doesnât flinch this time. âHe pushes me to leave and then blames me when I do,â he says, exhaustion leaking into his words. Sam often looks tired. Castiel has never wasted time wondering precisely why. Perhaps he should have. âIt never occurs to him that if he just stopped pushing, Iâd stop leaving.â
A self fulfilling prophecy. The apocalypse was supposed to be like that, except that in the end heaven and hell had needed quite a lot of work to get it started. Destiny isnât as easy as Castiel had been told it would be. âWhy are you telling me this?â
Itâs that cold, assessing glance again. Comparatively, itâs almost comforting now. Itâs better than the grief. It must be exhausting, mourning a man whoâs right in front of him. âSo you know to watch yourself, Cas. Iâm looking properly now. And I see you for exactly who you are.â
Itâs not an idle threat, not from Luciferâs vessel, not from the man who killed Lilith, but thereâs a shiver down his spine thatâs not quite fear. Heâs a low ranking angel, all things considered. Like a god on earth, but celestially insignificant. He is to take orders, to follow his fatherâs will and his brothersâ guidance and never stray from this well trodden path.
No one has ever seen him before.
#supernatural#everyone blame nightalp for this#you know in hindsight it's no wonder i never find any sastiel fics i like#this is the beginning of an EPIC ROMANCE#to me#and probably no one else#everyone blaming sam for something that was so clearly a group effort and sam just taking it no question was so weirdly ooc#it makes s5 almost unwatchable#remember when anna was supposed to stick around and parallel ruby#just to make sam and dean being equally played by heaven and hell really really obvious#and instead they gave her storyline to cas and did not do that for some reason#yeah#bad move
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catching up [h.c]
summary: after you made out with hazel in the closed space of her dorm room, you havenât been able to stop thinking about it or her. at a study session, brittany invites the group along with her to a sorority party. hazel declines going as do you. this was your opportunity to get in more âlessonsâ on what exactly youâve been missing out on.
pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader
contains: mature language and content, smut including â fingering (r! receiving), heavy praise kink, dom and sub dymamics, aftercare, jealous!reader, brittany highkey being reader and hazelâs #1 supporter, hazel is a boob girl, more of cocky!hazel bc sheâs hot as fuck, fluffy ending.
word count: 5.4K
a/n: yâall ate up falling behind so hereâs part two of hazel showing you exactly what youâve been missing out on.
Youâve always been one to zone out during your and Isabelâs study sessions. It was usually because you all of a sudden began to think of the most random questions or what your life would be like if you were rich.
Now, Hazel was overtaking every single thought that crossed your brain. That afternoon in her dorm room shouldnât have been as mind-consuming as it was.
Itâs only been two days. Two fucking days and Hazel has ruined you.
Her touch was imprinted on your waist. When you got dressed and undressed, you imagined her removing your clothes instead of you. Your body craved her touch in ways that made you feel embarrassed if there was anyone who could read your mind.
And that damn hickey.
Itâs at the deepest shade of red and purple, according to Google, because you researched as soon as you left Hazelâs room that day. Isabel hadnât seen it nor did she know about you and Hazelâs make-out session. You had thrown on the college hoodie over your plain white tee. You were lucky that every single room on campus was below freezing.
You felt bad not telling her as throughout your stay here on campus, sheâd become one of your closest friends. But you know how she wouldâve reacted if you told her you had made out with your crush just for âpracticeâ.
Suddenly, you felt a pencil thump your forehead, causing you to pull yourself out of your crowded thoughts. You held your forehead for a moment to feel over where the eraser hit you.
âOh my god, what was that?â You ask Isabel from across the table. The two of you were seated in the campus cafe.
âYou have not blinked for two minutes and I was getting scared,â Isabel replied with a worried chuckle. âWhat is going on with you? You never let your iced latte sit there for so long.â
You glanced at your clear plastic cup, noticing the condensation that was forming on the outside. Sheâs right. Usually, there would just be ice with the tiniest bit of coffee left over for the next hour that you would be studying with Isabel.
âNothing is up with me. Bel, Iâm fine,â you assure her with a forced grin.
Her pretty green eyes narrow at you, clearly not believing a word you were saying. She flips one of her two pig-tail braids over her shoulder before folding her arms in front of her chest, squeezing against her baby pink lace cami and Josieâs gray zip-up.
âWho is it?â Her voice was accusatory as she glared in your direction.
Your eyes widened for just a moment before scoffing.
âWhat are you talking about?â You sigh and begin to write down notes for your history class.
âI can tell when youâre crushing.â Isabel chuckles, reaching forward to sip her hot coffee. âIâm kind of glad, honestly, because who knows how long youâve been crushing on Hazel.â
You let out an awkward chuckle along with her. Flashes of images of Hazelâs heavy lips on yours and how she kissed and sucked on your neck came flooding in. You could feel the heat rushing up to your ears and neck. Suddenly, the hickey was becoming very itchy.
You had to tell her.
âIsabel, youâre right. It is someone. I,â you sucked in a deep breath and rubbed your hands over your bare face. âI made out with Hazel two days ago.â
Isabelâs eyebrows raised and her eyes widened at your confession.
âWhat? Why?â Isabelâs face held a mixture of concern and curiosity.
You open your mouth to explain to her what exactly went down but out of the corner of your eye, you see PJ, Josie, Brittany and of course, Hazel entering the barely occupied cafe. You held one hand up to your temple, muttering an âoh, god.â Isabel noticed the sudden switch up in energy and slowly turned her neck to look behind her, spotting the group.
âYouâre telling me about this later,â Isabel stated with a smile as she raised a hand to wave over her girlfriend.
Josieâs elated smile grew when she saw Isabel waving at her and she jogged over to the two of you. You noticed Brittany glance at Hazel before the faintest of smiles spread across her face. You knew exactly what the brunette was thinking and you wanted to disappear into the hoodie at the sight of Hazel.
She was ordering at the register; the cashier was blushing at whatever Hazel was saying. You wanted to vomit. Josie came up behind Isabelâs chair, gripping onto the back of it.
âHey, babe. You wanna sit with us?â Isabel tilted her neck back to look up at Josie.
âSure, yeah. Iâll go and let everyone know.â Josie smiled softly down at her girlfriend before placing a kiss on her head.
Your eyes follow Josieâs figure trailing back to the group. She mutters the question to everyone and Hazel instantly cranes her head in the direction of you and Isabel. You donât even have time to divert your eyes and pretend you didnât see her as she locks her gaze on you.
Hazel grabbed her cup from the counter and a cheese danish she had gotten on the side, adjusting her tote bag strap. You subtly try and fix your hair, sucking in a deep breath as you watch the group approach. Hazel wore a white crew neck with black stitching and a pair of dark gray Leviâs.
You wanted to roll your eyes at how good she looked. Of course, she had to round the table right next to you when there were a few more open seats elsewhere.
âHey,â Hazel grinned, her tone kind and friendly.
You couldnât even attempt to be annoyed with her as soon as she looked in your general direction.
âHi, Haze,â you breathe out with a smile, twiddling with your pen in hand.
Way to keep your cool, dumbass.
âHoly shit, what the fuck is that on your neck?â PJ nearly shouts as she sits on the other side of youâthe side where Hazel had made that hickey.
Everyone turned their heads towards you with furrowed brows. Brittany sat on the right side of Isabel while Josie sat to the left of her. Hazel glanced at Brittany who just smiled to herself, pulling out her own notebook from her bag.
Their little glances were driving you insane.
âWho is giving you hickies?â PJ taunted with a chuckle, nudging your shoulder. âI thought you were celibate.â
âNone of your business and I have never once said that I was celibate.â You give PJ a warning look before going back to writing, hoping the girl would leave it alone.
âMaybe not celibate verbatim but I remember your breakdown just last week about giving up on dating forever.â Josie decided to join in, making your skin crawl.
âGuys, it's none of our business so let's just change topics, please,â Hazel spoke up before you could snap at both PJ and Josie.
Your head turned to Hazel, nodding to give her a silent âthank youâ for speaking up for you. She merely smiled back and patted your thigh as a reassuring gesture before lifting her coffee to her gorgeous lips. You keep your composure as you had expected her to remove her hand to not draw suspicion to you both. Instead, she kept it there.
Hazel squeezed your thigh once just for good measure.
âOh, do you guys wanna come to a sorority house party tonight? Stephanie from my metals course invited me and said I could bring friends. Itâs supposed to be, like, super fun.â Brittany spoke up, her eyes bouncing from person to person.
You look up from your paper when you hear Josie, Isabel, and PJ agree to the party. Hazelâs hand left your thigh and felt like you could breathe again, rubbing at her neck with a shrug.
âI donât think Iâll go this time, guys.â Hazel takes a bite of her danish as everyone starts to question her. âI just donât feel it tonight. I actually got shit to do.â
Isabelâs eyes were digging into you at what Hazel had said which caused you to frown. Hazel thrived in those types of scenarios. Who knows how many drunk sorority girls had experimented with her?
âWhaâ Hazel, youâre my pass to sorority puss.â PJ huffed.
âMaybe youâll get some if you stop calling it puss, PJ,â Hazel retorted, snorting at PJâs words.
You zoned out of the rest of the conversation, focusing on how Hazel was going to be alone tonight. Or at least, you were hoping she was going to be alone. âShit to doâ could easily be some other girl she had managed to seduce easily just by being her naturally charming self.
Maybe tonight is the night to ask Hazel for some more âlessonsâ.
Isabel had helped you pick out a cute yet comfortable outfit. Your white tube top that you brought out on rare occasions and a dark blue jean mini skirt with pockets that didnât even work. You took a risk and left your hair in its natural state. It was rare for you to leave it down as it was hard to manage otherwise.
But you felt good, sexy even in this outfit and you had every intention to do something with Hazel tonight. You even shaved from head to toe which mightâve been overdoing it, but you felt more confident that way.
You close your eyes and suck in a deep breath as you prepare to knock on the door. You haven't heard any moaning so you assume Hazel is by herself. You knock on the door three times, bouncing on your Converse-covered feet anxiously.
The heavy door swung open to reveal Hazel in a white tank top and green sports bra, a pair of faded olive green sports shorts clinging onto her bottom half. Her eyes light up at the sight of you, leaning one of her arms against the door.
âHi.â Hazelâs smile spreads onto her face, tilting her head to the side as her eyes follow up and down your body.
âHey,â you reciprocate her smile, clasping your hands behind your back. âCan I come in?â
âYeah, of course, honey. Come in.â Hazel stepped aside to open the door more for you to walk in.
You step into the familiar environment, scanning the area to see a candle lit on her and Brittanyâs shared bedside table. The way the rest of the room was only lit up by said candle illuminated an almost seductive element to the area.
âI thought you were going to the house party?â Hazel asked as she shut the door and locked it. Her eyes fell on the round of your ass in the skirt, rolling her bottom lip in between her teeth to hold back the groan that was threatening to escape from her lips.
You really were the prettiest thing sheâd ever seen.
âUh, no. Parties arenât my thing, but theyâre usually yours,â you point out, turning to face her. âWhy didnât you go tonight?â
Hoping youâd come by. I havenât been able to stop thinking about you.
âI wasnât in the mood for partying.â
You simply nod, not wanting to push any more on the subject as you lean on the end of her identical bed frame to yours. Hazel furrows her brows and folds her arms over her chest, inching in closer to you. Your confidence shrank because of her close proximity.
âWhy are you here, honey? Hmm?â Her voice was low and inviting, a hint of a smirk forming on her lips.
âI wanted to see you,â you admit, hands gripping onto the wood nervously. Your gaze flickers from her eyes to her cupidâs bow. âAnd I wanted to see if you wanted to teach me something else.â
âLike last time?â Hazel hummed.
âYeah but just⊠more.â You explained awfully, nerves getting the best of you.
Hazel nodded as she stepped in between your open legs. Her hands rest on your jean-covered waist, your hips pushing up into her touch. God, you had missed her hands.
âDo you get off often, honey?â Hazel asked, throwing you off guard for a moment. Her thumbs rub the strip of your newly exposed skin as you sit on the foot of the bed frame.
You shake your head, looking at her with a sheepish smile. âNot really, no. I try when I have time or feel like Iâm in the mood. But n-no, no. I donât.â
âOkay, do you feel like you know how?â Hazel tilted her head, squeezing your hips once before continuing the soothing rubs.
Again, you shook your head, not elaborating that time. Hazelâs sharp gaze and sweet words caused your panties to pool with your arousal.
âI can show you.â Hazelâs voice was so low, it was borderline whispering.
Your brows raised and eyes widened with hope, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth. âReally?â
Hazelâs lips curled into that signature smirk, staring directly at your lips shamelessly. You were wearing this shimmery gloss that Brittany had lent you after the group's study session.
âYou look like an angel, honey.â Hazel compliments you with that look that youâve seen Isabel give Josie numerous times.
She was horny, too. You could feel it and you wanted her now. Youâre elated by her sweet words and your mind is already fogging over.
âCan I kiss you?â One of her hands leaves its spot at your waist to cup your cheek.
You nod with a soft âyeahâ before she leans down to capture your lips onto hers. You tilt your chin up to follow her lips, your hands releasing the wood to hold onto the back of her neck.
Both of her hands grip onto your waist, the rings covering her middle and ring fingers indenting into your skin. You gasp as her tongue swipes past your bottom lip but she doesnât slip it in like you had hoped. You whine softly, looping your fingers under her chains to pull her in closer.
This causes Hazel to pull away with a hum, looking down at you with hooded eyes.
âStill getting too eager, huh?â Hazel teased, gripping and tugging your hips in closer to her crotch. Her roughness only made you wetter; you needed her to touch you now.
âHaze, please.â You look into her eyes, hoping she will do something soon.
Hazel pecked your lips a few more times, releasing your beautiful hips to walk around you to the bed. You turn your neck to follow her body and watch her sit on the bed, legs out like last time but more spread out.
âCâmere, baby. Sit up against me.â Hazel motioned with a small smile, her eyes trailing up and down your body as you stood up.
You blushed sheepishly and made your way to sit on the bed. Your mind echoed the way she called you âbabyâ and how it made your desperation for her grow even more, if that was even possible.
Hazel doesnât hesitate to take it into her own hands to tug you by your waist to sit in between her legs. Your back was against her chest, her cold chains and her mullet-rocker hair brushing up against your exposed back and shoulders.
âAre you comfortable?â Hazelâs hands were rubbing up and down your shoulders to rest at your upper thighs.
âYeah. What are you going to do?â You question softly, your hands resting on your lap.
âWell, help you be able to make yourself cum, yeah? Thatâs what you want, right, honey?â Hazelâs head was next to yours, her chin resting on your shoulder.
It annoyed you not being able to see her. That is until you saw her closet that was right in front of the bed. A full-body mirror hung on the back of one of the doors. You could see the shadowy view of Hazelâs face, her cocky smirk flashing you through the reflection.
Were you into mirror sex? The sight of you up against her, chest panting and legs spread to see your best pair of panties clinging onto your wet cunt. Hazelâs palms were holding your legs open, eyes locked on your flushed face and chest.
âIs the mirror okay? I can take it down if youâre notââ
âNo!â You interrupt her, your hands flying to hers that were on your mid thigh. âI like it. I like being able to see you.â
Hazel smiled at how open and honest you were being. For being as inexperienced as you were, you werenât doing as bad as you thought you would be. Hazel made everything feel easier.
âAre you flirting with me?â Hazel teased, digging her nose into your neck where the hickey was.
You let out a soft giggle at the feeling of her lips brushing along the mark. Her lips replaced her nose within the span of five seconds. Your eyes focus on the mirror, watching as her lips gently kiss the darkening spot.
âHowâs the hickey feeling, baby? Talk to me.â Hazel questioned as her hands were running up and down your sides.
âNormal. It feels fine.â You tell her truthfully, the way her tone made your pussy pulsate.
You wanted her to talk to you that way forever. The way every word was dripping in lust sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps to rise on your skin.
âWeâll talk about it another time, yeah? Letâs focus on you, baby.â Hazelâs palms trailed to the front on the ribbed tube top, her fingers right underneath your tits.
You push your chest forward into her touch, growing âeagerâ as Hazelâs called you before. So what if you were eager? You were a virgin getting manhandled and groped by your crush who was about to teach you how to get off.
âBefore you get off, honey, you have to tease yourself, okay?â Hazelâs lips grazed against the shell of your ear. âBe gentle.â
You nod to show that you were paying attention. Her hands that were brushing past your underboob creep to your nipples that were stippling through the fabric of the tube top. You inhale sharply, eyes fluttering but not closing just yet. Her fingers slip underneath the bottom of the material to tug it down ever so slightly, exposing more of your chest to the mirror.
âThis is cute.â Hazel smirked against your skin, placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
âThank you,â you reply, eyes locking on her hands through the mirror.
The thought of other girls going crazy over seeing Hazel in the reflection just as you did made your stomach turn with jealousy. You know it's happened and you were only hurting yourself more by pondering on it while you were with her.
Sheâs not yours.
âHey,â Hazel whispered, furrowing her brows. âYou with me? Kinda spaced out there for a second, honey.â
You blinked twice before nodding, letting out a soft chuckle.
âYeah, yes. Iâm sorry.â You apologize, now suddenly overcome with embarrassment.
âDonât apologize, baby. Itâs okay. Youâre okay.â Hazel was quick to make sure you were feeling comfortable. âYouâre doing good.â
The praise made you preen and turned your mind to mush. It didnât help that her hands were slipping underneath your tube top to lightly grope at your tits. You hum at the feeling, the cold rings adding to the sensation. Your head rolls onto her shoulder as she runs her thumb over your nipples.
âLook at the mirror for me.â Hazel instructed, removing her hands from underneath your top.
You did as you were told, gaze locked back on your reflection. Her hands were trailing up to the top of the tube top, fingers digging into the fabric to tug it completely down. Your tits are exposed now and you feel vulnerable.
A good, exciting vulnerable.
âYou are just beautiful everywhere, huh?â Hazel hummed as she took both of your tits into her palms, her bottom lip rolling between her teeth.
You thought your tits were alright. Nothing seemed that special about them but Hazel made it seem like your body was crafted by Greek sculptors.
âHaze,â was all you could say, not knowing how to take such praise.
âAlright, alright,â she placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, shushing you softly.
As you sat there, your sexual frustration with her grew. You knew this was the point of the teasing, but you needed to get off immediately before you broke down into tears.
âCan I take this off?â Hazel asked softly, tugging on a belt loop on the skirt.
You nod eagerly. Your hips lifted up as she carefully shuffled the jean down your plush thighs. Her nails nicked at your skin as her hands brush down the sides of the plump skin of your outer thigh. You aid her by kicking the skirt off the foot of the bed once they reach your knees.
Hazel lets out a soft chuckle at your impatience. You were a vision laid out on her. The way your panties She couldnât believe she was going to do this with you. She hasnât been one to have performance anxiety but it was different with you.
You werenât just a stranger or one-night stand; you were her friend or whatever you wanted to call what you two had now. That was something for her to worry about later.
Now, her lustful desire was the only thing on her mind.
âSo, what I mean by teasing is,â Hazel trailed off to drag the tips of her fingers over the front of the damp spot in front of your white cotton panties.
You sharply inhale as her fingers brush right over your swollen clit from underneath the material. You keep your gaze on the reflection, not wanting to miss a moment of this. The sight was so deliciously obscene. A part of you wished you could take a photo.
âMake yourself want it more, okay?â Hazel instructs as her hands move to your inner thighs.
The short crescent indentation of her nails make themselves known as she lightly digs her hands into the plush and soft skin. You nod mindlessly, one of your hands gripping onto one of her arms.
âWhen am I supposed toâŠâ You trail off, gasping when she casually brushes past your clothed pussy.
âTouch?â Hazel hummed, kissing at the nape of your neck.
âHaze, it hurts. Please.â You whimper, no longer feeling like yourself at the moment.
You were induced in a desperate haze, hips rutting forward into her touch. At this point, you were readily waiting for her to remove the restricting panties.
âSo impatient, baby.â She tuts, shaking her head teasingly as she hooks her thumbs underneath the waistband of your panties.
You allowed a whine to leave your panting lips. You released her arm to allow her to shimmy down the embarrassingly wet underwear. The mirror revealed your glistening cunt.
âSee how wet you are? Fuck me.â Hazel groans out her words as she teases her middle finger through the folds. âSuch a pretty pussy, too, honey.â
Your hips follow her touch enthusiastically, needing. her to do something. Hazel removed her fingers as soon as she noticed your bucking hips, smiling to herself. She made sure to lock your gazes as she slipped the finger that was covered in your slick into her mouth.
You let out a gentle moan at the sight, tilting your head to look at her face. Hazel captured her lips to yours as soon as your eyes locked, one hand cupping the underside of your jaw. The other sneaky hand made its way in between your legs to tease your sopping cunt with her middle and ring finger.
As you were messily kissing, one of her fingers began to slip into you. You pull away to softly pant. You and Hazelâs swollen lips were just a centimeter apart as you begged for her to keep going.
âYour pussy feels so fucking perfect, baby. So wet for me, yeah?â Hazel mutters against your lips, her cocky attitude peaking through.
You nod at her words, trying to press your lips to hers. She shook her head with a condescending, chuckle and jerked her chin towards the full-body mirror.
âWatch, pretty girl. Youâre supposed to learn something from this.â Hazel pecked the underside of your jaw before pulling back.
You refrained from rolling your eyes but focused on the reflection. Her finger began to pump in and out of you.
You werenât learning jackshit.
All you could focus on was how fucking amazing her finger felt inside you. When she curled it inside, you let out a mix of a surprised and aroused moan. One of your hands grips onto her bicep tightly as you buck your hits to meet her fingers movements.
âYouâre doing so good, honey,â Hazel kisses at flushed cheeks and jaw. âMy perfect girl.â
You preen at the praise, only being able to audibly respond with whines and moans.
My. She said âmyâ as if you were hers.
As pathetic as it may have seemed, you felt it in that you were. Her endless amount of praise made your skin beam. Your mind was too fucked out to even notice that she had slipped in her middle finger. The slight stretch made you clench down onto her.
âOh myâ fuck, Haze,â you whine as a hand reached down to grip onto her wrist, feeling overwhelmed with the pressure being applied to your g-spot.
âYeah? Feel good, honey?â Hazelâs other hand cupped one of your breasts as her nose brushed against the crook of your flushed and sweaty neck.
You nod with a delicate whimper. âI wanna cum, please, Haze. Please.â
Hazel kissed at that sweet spot right underneath your ear before kissing the sensitive hickey. The sound of you begging to cum made her own underwear become slick with arousal but this was focused on you. Making you cum.
Just to give you some âlessonsâ, of course.
âCâmon, baby. You can do it, pretty girl.â Hazelâs encouraging words made you moan softly.
Her fingers picked up their pace as the other hand kept its hold on your tit. You keep your gaze locked on the reflection and let out the most raunchy sounds that youâve ever made. You feel your lower abdomen tightening as your orgasm gets closer.
Your hips stutter as you throw your head back onto Hazelâs shoulder, legs attempting to clamp her arm. The sensations of her wet kisses, curling fingers and delicate touch were too immense.
âHazel,â you whined, your voice becoming higher pitched as you were about to cum.
That one word alerted her to keep her same pace. The hand that was on your boob wrapped around your waist to pull your flushed body up against her as you. Your breaths had become ragged and moans were whiny and high-pitched.
You were so close. So fucking close.
âCum for me, baby. Youâre doing so good. So gorgeous like this.â
You couldnât even comprehend your orgasm as it ripped through you so quickly. Your eyes shut and rolled into the back of your head for just a second before sitting up to trap Hazelâs hand. Your entire body was quivering, hips stuttering as you rode out of the orgasm against her fingers.
You think you could pass out in all honesty from how intense everything felt. Hazel was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, one arm still wrapped around your waist to keep you steady.
âThere you go. You did perfect, honey,â she pressed gentle kisses onto your heated skin, trying to get you to calm down. Your eyes were shut, chest falling and rising rapidly.
âI did?â You pant out, a weak chuckle leaving your lips.
âMhmm. Perfect as always.â Hazel reassured you, letting out a smitten laugh along with you.
You hum as fatigue takes over your limbs. Hazel pressed gentle kisses onto your damp hairline, holding you close to her. You immediately try to nuzzle into her touch, feeling in dire need of a nap.
âHey, you gotta go and pee.â Hazel whispers as she notices how limp your body was getting.
âCan I pee tomorrow morning?â You attempt to get her to let you stay here in her arms.
âNo,â she huffed out a laugh, âI donât want you to get a UTI. Look, Iâll come with since I have to wash my hands.â
You suck in a deep breath, pretending to think for a moment before sighing out an âokay.â Hazel reluctantly released your waist to let you make yourself more⊠well, not fucked out. You sit up gradually onto her bedsheets, cracking your lower back.
The rest of the night was more than you couldâve asked for. After you had gotten the strength to stand up, Hazel walked with you to the small bathroom her and Brittanyâs room had. You peed and she washed her hands in the comfortable silence.
You fell asleep happily in her sleeping shirt that she had lended you: a plain white oversized tee. Hazel slept on her back as you rested your head on her chest, one leg thrown over the both of hers.
The next morning came quickly as you heard shuffling coming from the bathroom. Your eyes were squinted as you stared at the posters on the wall. You knew it wasnât Hazel in the bathroom as you could feel her arm draped around your naked waist underneath the shirt.
You sit up slowly as you rubbed your heavy eyes with one palm, looking around the room as you were fully waking up. A soft click echoed into the room and you see Brittany emerge from the bathroom, wearing what you assumed was her outfit from the night before. A neon pink tank top with white shorts.
Her makeup was slightly smudged, neon green eyeshadow lathering her lids.
Brittany grinned weakly at you, yawning through her words. âMorning.â
âMorning.â You blush as you tug the sheets to cover your exposed lower half.
âHow did you sleep?â Her tone was knowing and cheeky.
âBritt, donât start.â Hazel speaks up causing you to jump as her eyes were still shut and body was still.
You thought she was dead asleep. Hazel merely tugged you in closer to her, adjusting herself once again as she smacked her dry lips. You lay back down onto her chest, wrapping your arms around her neck.
âFine. Happy for you guys, though. You know how many times I had to deal with you both ogling at each other?â Brittany muttered as she laid on her side, groaning when her head hit the mattress.
You tilt your head up at Hazelâs relaxed features, watching them alter into annoyance as she opens her eyes to glare at Brittanyâs figure. A small smile spread onto your lips at what you had just heard.
âYou ogle at me?â You whisper, twirling a strand of her hair around your finger.
Hazel couldnât help but allow the faintest smile to spread onto her lips.
âYeah, I kind ofâŠâ Hazel sucks in a deep breath before huffing out. She knew this was now or never. She had to tell you the truth. âI really like you. I know you may not believe me because of⊠you know. But I do. I want this with you. Itâs scary to me but I donât want this with anyone else.â
Your heart grew tenfold at her confession, eyes softening with adoration. Her gaze was avoiding yours. Youâd never really seen Hazel so vulnerable in the few years that youâve known her.
âI really like you too, Haze. Ask anyone in our friend group. I thought I made it so obvious.â You confess as you trace her chains on her neck.
âReally?â Hazel asked in disbelief.
âDonât even,â you scoff, finally locking eyes with her. âI got so fucking flustered around you.â
âOkay, yeah. I noticed.â Hazel admits softly, pressing her nose into your cheek as you groan out in embarrassment. âStop. I thought it was because you were shy.â
âAround you. Literally no one else.â You bury your face into her neck, cuddling into her body.
âWell, regardless of that, Iâm glad that this is happening now.â Hazel pressed soft kisses onto your head before accepting your embrace.
âMe too.â
You hum in content with your position, mentally, physically and with Hazel. You close your eyes once again, floating down into another deep sleep in her embrace. Classes forgotten, worries disappearing, and heart full.
Making out with your best friend was the best decision you ever made.
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"So rather than try, she throws out her hands with a growl, grabs him by the lapels of his stupid coat. Lets the conversation crash to a halt as she pulls him into her space andâŠ"
Hey... go read Reciprocity by @sigruned if you haven't already. It's phenomenal. bonus sketches under the cut
I sketched this in procreate initially cause I didn't think I would colour it. Ended up bringing it into sai and lost a bit of the emotion from the original sketch by having to redraw it, but oh well. đ Also a zoom in on the doodles in the corner inspired by another part of the fic's most recent chapter:
I support Ruby shaking Oscar (and/or Oz) like a pringles can whenever they're being cagey little jerks.
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older leon x gn reader. suggestive towards the end.
Older Leon who loves when you guys do night routines together. He isnât insecure about his age but he's painfully aware of the wrinkles forming on his forehead.
You love them, though. Delicate fingertips tracing the lines that are proof of his age and hard work. You couldnât help but leave out soft praises at him whenever you're doing this daily activity of yours. A reminder of his worth.
Little things that show this beautiful process of aging is what gets you going on the day. On lazy Sundays when the sun hasn't even risen yet Leon would be awake. Newspaper in hand and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. His eyes squinting to read the small words on the paper. You would gently laugh when you watch him disregarding the front page to play the usual sudoku that the newspaper brought.
Leon would let you brush his hair, finding the softness of your hands comforting in the middle of the afternoon. However, teasing words would break the peaceful atmosphere that had set in: "You have another gray hair," you would say, letting him know the fact that his blonde hair is slowly turning white.
"Yours will do the same, you know?" A cheeky grin as always.
Your favorite place used to be his chest, still is. Nonetheless, as the years went by, you started loving other parts of his. From sleeping soundly on his chest, you would smoothly go down until your face was pressed against his abdomen that once was toned. Nowadays, it was as soft as a pillow, slightly rounded since working out isn't his priority anymore.
And for him, it was the perfect sight ever. Every time he looked down, his thumb would brush over your cheek to your lips.
And being discreet wasn't on his top list. Especially with the way he so easily pushed his thumb past your lips.
Old habits are never lost.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#resident evil#yeah I'm posting drabbles instead of finishing my actual fic#sorry this is the only way I can write now#â àŁȘ âč đȘ ruby's thoughts
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pov: youâre jensen acklesâ controversially young gf (alt!musician!reader)
read part ii here, read part iii here
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Inktober Day Eight: Hike
The companion piece for Whumptober day seven (previous part link will take you there)
First part | <- Previous part | Next part ->
#this image occurs before the fic starts just to clarify lol#linked universe#inktober#inktober 2024#lu time#lu twilight#lu legend#traditional art#ruby draws#drawing Timeâs armor is just as agonizing as I expected#i wouldn't have had to draw so much of it if legend wasn't so short lol#legend isnât even the pov character in the fic but somehow managed to be the focus of the drawing
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have sum steddie! maybe modern!au, no upside down!au & a meet cute <3 | ao3
Steve sits in the booth, his foot tapping away mindlessly under the table, with half a mind to abandon the table entirely.
In fact, the only reason he hadnât yet was because of the $20 he was hanging out for at the end. And the bragging rights, of course.
Robin had set him up on this blind date, plied him with all the promises in the world that he would enjoy it â said sheâd spent a decent amount of time hunting for the right first gay date for Steve.
She also conceded that if he, for whatever reason, didnât enjoy it, she would cough up 20 whole bucks for his wasted time. But he had to actually see the date through for the prize to be claimed.
And the bragging rights were so that Robin â with her uppity, healthy, and happy relationship that Steve was only a little bit envious of â could ease onto the breaks when it came to Steveâs love life.
So it was looking a little bleak at the moment, so what? Every stallion or⊠lion or whatever had their moments, right? Moments where their mane is a little uncouth and food is low andâŠ. Where was he going with this?
The point was, that Robin got into one relationship and suddenly decided she was fit to become a high and mighty matchmaker. Never mind that Steve had reminded her numerous times that he had dated a lot more than she had.
So, for 20 bucks and the right to stick his tongue out at his best friend when she tried to meddle, Steve could stick one night out.
Besides, she was right about one thing. They werenât in Hawkins anymore â and San Francisco had a hell of a larger dating pool than his hometown.
Still, that didnât make people anymore for prompt for dates though, apparently. Steveâs foot taps incessantly under the table, his knee bouncing up and down in his nerves. He runs a hand through his hair and checks his watch again.
7 oâclock, Harveyâs Diner, a cute little Italian place that Steve had begun to frequent since they moved to the city, and a date with a dude called Daniel whom Steve had no idea what he looked like.
This was his Friday night plans.
His watch reads 7:12pm and Steve sighs, his fingers beginning to fiddle with the strap of his watch just for something to do. Great. He had gotten all dressed up for this? To be stood up? How was this any better than his usual Friday night plans that Robin claimed were so patheâ
âHi.â
Someone sits down in the booth across from Steve, landing with a thump loud enough to give him a fright.
Steveâs head whips up from its focus on fiddling with his watch andâ woah. Steve blinks once, twice, and feels his jaw unhinge a little, his lips parting an inch as he gazes at the stranger across from him.
Holy shit, this dude was hot.
Heâs got curls for days, dark chocolate ringlets all messy and unkept spilling over his shouldersâ long and probably perfect for burying your hands into. Steve flushes a little at the unexpected thought.
He has beautiful brown eyes, widened with a smudge of eyeliner and framed with long lashes. Steve thinks he can spy a smattering of freckles across his forehead. His nose is long and his lips are plush and pink and holy shit, this dude was pretty.
âOhâ hi.â Steve manages to remember his manners. Only after he fully checked this dude out, of course.
God, couldnât Robin have given him a better warning than just âheâs probably your typeâ? Couldnât she have warned him that this dude was âdo-a-double-take-on-the-street type hot?â What the fuck Robin?
The man across from him grins, wicked and alluring all at once, and shucks off his heavy leather jacket. His eyes do a once-over on Steve, taking his time to check him outâ which is great because Steve is stuck on all the glorious tattoos that have just been revealed. So much skin shown in his roughly chopped muscle-tee, swirling ink all down his arms. This dude is hot.
Silently, Steve curses Robin and the 20 dollars that is totally slipping away from him. Why did she have to be right all the time?
âBeen waiting long?â The man, Daniel, asks as he makes himself comfortable across the table. He pushes his hair back with both hands, using one hand to gather it into a ponytail, holding it up to air out his neck and Steve now realises he is slightly puffed.
He mustâve run part of the way here, to avoid being later than he was. Steve canât help but be slightly endeared by that fact.
The man grins again, âPromise I was trying to be on time but, you know how the subway is.â
Steve huffs out a laugh, any annoyance at being kept waiting melting away at his dateâs sincerity.
âNot too long,â Steve admits, smiling to ease Danielâs apparent concern. Across the table, Daniel slumps a little and releases his hair, his curls pooling back around his shoulders. Steve watches, entranced.
âWell, thatâs good,â Daniel smiles, eyes bright like he really means it, and his hand darts out to steal the drinks menu from the edge of the table. He looks back over to Steve, a furrow in his brows. âYou didnât order anything?â
âI thought I should wait,â Steve says with a shrug. No point paying for food if your date never shows up.
Daniel looks up from the menu through his lashes and smiles, placing his elbow on the table and dropping his chin in the palm of his hand. âAw, youâre sweet.â
Steve is a little embarrassed by how easily the compliment makes him blush, feeling his cheeks glow lightly. Across the table, Daniel seems to revel in it, drinking in the way Steveâs face filled with colour with a cheeky smile. His eyes flick back down to the menu.
âYou know,â Daniel begins, keeping his eyes on the menu, scanning it with a hum. âChrissy said you were good looking but I think she seriously undersold you.â
He takes his eyes off the menu to trail up Steveâs body, his gaze heavy. Steve feels a delighted zing go up his spine, feels the way he preens at Danielâs attraction. Steve opens his mouth to respond, more than ready to return the flirt whenâ
âCan I get you two started with anything?â
The waitress interrupts. Sheâs poised with her notepad, standing at the edge of the booth. Daniel perks up and nods.
âCan I get a chocolate milkshake please?â He asks with a polite smile. Steve laughs lightly at his selection and Danielâs gaze cuts from the waitress to Steve.
âWhat? Not a milkshake man?â
Steve tries to contain his grin, all too endeared by the man before him. He shakes his head and raises his hand in defense. âNothing against milkshakes just⊠for dinner?â
Daniel gasps theatrically and his head snaps back to the waitress. âThis man has never had the delight of a Harveyâs milkshake with his dinner. Please bring us two chocolate milkshakes!â
Steve watches as the waitress dutifully writes down the order and turns on her heel, heading for the kitchen. He turns back to his date and gapes, taken aback by the forwardness.
âDid you just order for me?â
âDid you just diss milkshakes?â
Steve scoffs, but even then he canât stop his lips from curling up into a smile. He canât believe it but heâs genuinely glad he waited this date out. It's not at all like he was expecting. Even Robin's short description of this dude pales in comparison to the real thing. Steve nudges his foot forward into Danielâs shin lightly.
âI did not diss milkshakes,â Steve argues, his smile widening at how Danielâs eyes dart to the table before back up at Steve with a grin.
âUh huh,â Daniel nods, his voice sarcastic and 100% unbelieving of Steveâs insistence. âJust wait, okay? Youâll be changing your tune soon enough. Harveyâs milkshakes are class. Iâve had a thousand of my best ideas in here, sipping on a chocolate milkshake.â
Steve grins and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. Under the table, he feels Danielâs boot nudge against his leg gentlyâ and he laughs to himself. This has gotta be the most teenage way of flirting and heâs fucking loving it.
âYou know,â Steve begins hesitantly, letting his forearms lean up against the table. âYouâre not quite what I expected, Daniel.â
Across the table, Daniel scrunches up his face, his expression one of pure befuddlement. He puts his hands flat on the table and leans forward.
âWait, you think my name is Daniel?â
Steve splutters for a moment because even though the answer is duh, yes, itâs become increasingly apparent that the man across from him is not who he was expecting. But if heâs not Daniel, who is he?
Suddenly, the door chimes and someone else is entering the diner. Itâs a man dressed like Steve â on the preppy side with hair that mustâve taken at least an hour. He scans the booth and spots Steveâs booth, wandering over, his eyes fixed on the man across from Steve.
âHey, are you Eddie?â He asks confidently, ignoring Steveâs presence on the other side of the booth.
The man â Eddie â freezes as he glances up at the newcomer and then back down to Steve ahead of him. Steve deflates a little inside as he realises abruptly whatâs happenedâ a mix-up of wrong dates that was completely warranted because this dude dresses exactly like Steve. Steve doesn't stare too long to see if he's any hotter.
Instead, he tries to give Eddie the all-clear with his eyes. He smiles polite as he can and gives a little nod to let him know it was alright to abandon him for the date he was supposed to go on. Not to get stuck with Steve.
Eddie clears his throat and smiles, not cheeky like he had with Steve, but stiff and polite. âAh sorry man, I think youâve got the wrong guy. My name's Daniel.â
Huh? Steve takes his eyes off the table to steal a glimpse at Eddie (is his name even Eddie?) and something inside him burns hotly when the man glances across at Steve and winks.
The man standing by the booth wavers for a moment, glancing between them in the booth as Steve schools his expression to neutral. After a moment of silence, there's a half-assed apology as the man retreats, heading back out the door he had just come through. The door chimes again on his way out.
Steve straightens up and peers over his shoulder, watching the door slowly swing shut. He turns back to the man across the booth and squints at him. The waitress returns briefly, dropping two large chocolate shakes onto the table, topped with a mountain of cream. She murmurs something about coming back to take their order in a moment.
"Wait, so who are you?" Steve asks, gently sliding his shake closer to him. "Daniel or Eddie?"
His date âwell, his new dateâ has already begun taking a big long sip from his own milkshake, so enamored with it that when he pulls away there's a dot of cream on the end of his nose. He swallows with a satisfied ah and grins across the table at Steve, not noticing the dairy on his face.
"I'm whoever gets me talking with you a little bit longer."
Steve grins, an endeared roll of his eye at the blatant flirting but he can't deny how it makes his chest warm. He grabs one of the napkins and reaches forward, adoring how Eddie goes cross-eyed as he watches Steve smudge away the cream on his nose. He laughs sheepishly, giving his nose a little wipe with his own hand.
"I'm Eddie." He says, finally introducing himself. He doesn't offer his hand, just gives Steve a little nudge under the table and a grin over his milkshake. "And I think you just saved me from a terrible date."
Steve laughs, giving a little shake of his head. He finally goes in for a sip of his own milkshakeâ and it's just as heavenly as Eddie had promised, glorious chocolate dancing over his taste buds.
Steve groans quietly, eyes bright when he glances at the other man over his glass, entirely amused by how wide-eyed Eddie has become. He releases the straw and sits back, more invested in this date than he has been in... years. Stallion's got its mojo back. Or lion. Whatever.
"I'm Steve," He responds, giving a little nudge back under the table and a grin of his own. "And I think you saved me from being stood up."
#what..... is this????#i haven't really written modern au for them#and i wrote it in about 2 hours so hopefully its like. not terrible#wahoo !#i luv a little meet cute#meet cute#steddie#ruby writes steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie blurb#ummmm i haven't posted in literal eons ive forgotten all my tags oh well#enjoy ?
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i've been thinking about The Weeping Hearts like all week ungh
friendship w weiss and coco was so peak im literally never recovering
some implied whiterose and crosshares... as a treat ofc.... dies
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Romantic Theory
Romantic Theory by 2street2car Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 6.9k
Dean doesnât just remember Hell; he remembers being raised from it, too.
Deanâs back from Hell. Heâs⊠acting a little odd, a little âkooky,â as Bobby says. But thatâs to be expected when a guy comes back from the dead and crawls his way out of his own grave, right?
Especially since the thing that saved him swallowed him whole in the process.Â
This is Lazarus Rising but told a little to the left.
I was one of the lucky people who got to watch that particular episode completely blind. I remember the growing feeling of dread as Bobby, Sam, and Dean try to figure out what brought Dean back to life. This fic makes me experience that again, but multiplied by one hundredâ even upon reread.
This fic is told through multiple POVs: the gas station owner as he watches video footage of Deanâs return, Ruby, Sam, and Bobby. We watch Deanâs strange behaviour through them. The use of outsider POVs is very effective as, while the events are familiar to us as they follow the plot of the episode, the new perspective allows the author to really lean into the horror of everything that happens. If this story was told through Deanâs eyes, this fic would be completely different. By the end of the fic, the reader is on the edge of their seat waiting for Cas to arrive.Â
Primed and ready for the closing lines to steal their breath away.
#destiel#fic recs#<10k#teen and up#canon verse#canon first meeting#early seasons#angst#angel!castiel#pining!dean#sam!pov#outsider!pov#horror#sam x ruby#Romantic Theory#author: 2street2car
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Professor Au
8 months of carrying their first child, weiss finally given birth to the baby girl, jaune was there with her providing support, in the waiting room friends and family are waiting to meet Arc-Schnee love child, when nurse said it was ready to meet the baby, jaune's mother rushed in pushing her son aside.
"Oh, my Gods," said a relieved Jaune Arc, his ocean eyes staring at his newborn daughter with Weiss. "She's...She's beautiful."
"She is," Weiss nods lightly, holding the swaddled infant. "Hello, sweetie." The Middle Schnee coos to her baby.
"Hey," Jaune says in a similar tone, reaching out with his finger to touch his daughter's cheek, who gurgled in response.
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"Gawds!" Nora groaned as she lay against one of the chairs in the waiting room, "How long does it take to squirt a baby out?!"
"Nora!" Ren calmed his wife down, "It takes time."
"Oh, Gods," the hammer-wielder grimaced, her teal eyes moving down to her own slightly swollen stomach. "I'm dreading when it's my turn."
"It's not so bad," Terra Cotta Arc said, sitting next to Saphron while their seven-year-old son was sound asleep. "I mean, it was painful when I gave birth to Adrian."
"Mama!" Squeaked a blonde, cat-eared toddler sitting on Blake's lap. "I'm tirsty."
"Okay, Nala," Blake reaches into her violet bag, pulling out a sippy cup and handing it to her daughter.
"I hope Weiss' okay," Ruby Rose said, clutching Oscar's hand as she worried for her best friend and teammate.
"I'm sure she'll be okay," the former host of Ozma spoke up, "she's been through worse."
"Childbirth's different, Oscar," Yang pointed out, "my first memory: Mom screaming like a banshee when Ruby was comin'."
"YANG!" The leader of Team RWBY's cheeks reddened at her sister, who snickered in response.
Then, the doors opened, and a nurse stepped out. "Ladies and gentlemen," she spoke, "you can now see the baby--."
"FINALLY!!" Juniper "Mama" Arc screamed as she rose out of her seat and rushed towards the delivery room, despite her age and the protest of the nurse. "I WANNA SEE MY NEW GRANDBABY!!"
"Uh," Adrian opens his eyes due to his grandmother's outburst, "is my new cousin here yet?"
#answer#answered#answers#answer post#answered post#rwby#rwby au#rwby fic#team rwby#team jnpr#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#jaune arc#nora valkyrie#lie ren#oscar pine#terra cotta arc#adrian cotta arc#mama arc#whiteknight#white knight#rwby whiteknight#rwby white knight#renora#rosegarden#rwby rosegarden#rwbabies#future au
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loser!virgin!hazel headcannons*
loser!virgin!hazel who can't help but blush everytime you talk to her because having your attention on her never fails to make her flustered
loser!virgin!hazel who constantly stutters and stumbles over her words when talking to you because you're so pretty she just can't think straight
loser!virgin!hazel who always stares at you in class and daydreams about being with you
loser!virgin!hazel who thought you were joking when you told her you liked her because no one's ever felt like that about her before
loser!virgin!hazel who tenses up every time you touch her because she's still not used to the dizzying feeling of your skin against hers
loser!virgin!hazel who almost blacks out when you kiss her for the first time because she's feeling so many things at once and it was overwhelming in the best way possible
loser!virgin!hazel who accidentally lets it slip that she's a virgin and you just can't stop teasing her about it (not that she minds in the slightest)
loser!virgin!hazel who practically short circuits the first time she sees your tits
loser!virgin!hazel who is so whiny and squirmy the first time you go down on her because it feels so good that she just can't control herself
loser!virgin!hazel who begs you to let her eat you out because she's been fantasizing about it for so long (and how could you ever say no to that?)
loser!virgin!hazel who accidentally overstimulates you when she goes down on your for the first time because you taste so good and she loves how you sound and just can't bring herself to stop
loser!virign!hazel who whines so pathetically when you finally manage to pull her out from between your legs
loser!virgin!hazel who is so obsessed with you and making you feel good that she doesn't care about whether or not she cums too
loser!virgin!hazel who lets you use her like a fucktoy after you've had a stressful day
loser!virgin!hazel who practically worships the ground you walk on because you're so beautiful and she still can't believe you're actually hers
loser!virgin!hazel who would let you do anything you want to her because she's too whipped to ever say no
#hazel callahan#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan smut#hazel callahan bottoms#bottoms x reader#bottoms smut#ruby cruz#hazel callahan imagine#hazel callahan blurb#hazel callahan oneshot#bottoms fanfiction#bottoms fanfic#bottoms blurb#bottoms oneshot#bottoms imagine#hazel callahan fanfiction#hazel callahan fic
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