elibabayblog

[elibabayblog]

I need him between my thighs. Eating me so good. Legs shaking. Overstimulated. He doesn’t stop. He’s relentless. Hungry. It’s almost cannibalistic the way he consumes me. Drinking every last drop. Kissing his way up my hips just to go back down again.

[elibabayblog]

Needs Me When He’s All Alone. | Post-Prison!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You and Spencer had broken up long ago — his work kept him too busy for a relationship, is what he told you. Now, several years later, when your paths cross again because you take a job as his boss's assistant, the feelings you both had buried seem to be rekindled.

Pairing: Ex-Boyfriend!Post-prison!Spencer Reid x Fem!Assistant!Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), p in v sex, rough hate sex, dom!Spencer, sub!brat!Reader, afab + fem!Reader, hints at some sort of rivarly (kinda) between Spencer and Emily, face fucking, spit/drool, spanking, face slapping, very sloppy and messy fingering, hair pulling, hand around the throat (no choking), dacryphilia, lots and lots of biting, back scratching, marking, orgasm denial, praise, degradation, name calling (slut, whore, prick, asshole) + pet names (princess, baby, pretty girl, sweetheart, good girl), creampie

Word count: 4.4K

Notes: Another PWP from me, who’s surprised. Anyways enjoy and stream Starfucker by Slayyyter ✨

It would be a lie to say you hadn’t thought about Spencer Reid since your breakup.

You tried not to think about him, but it was impossible to when you were still so hopelessly hung up on him. It was almost pathetic with the way you were always mentally comparing your dates to him, or spending the day dreaming about him and his big hands and big.. other things.

It was even worse when you considered the way he decided to dump you, too. Some excuse about his work keeping him too busy to maintain a relationship. What kind of a reason is that? It’s not like you ever minded when he was away on long cases, it just made the reunion all the more sweeter in your opinion.

But it wasn’t good enough for Spencer, apparently. You were not good enough Dr. Spencer Reid. 

Or, at least, that's what you told yourself when your mind wandered a little too far a little too late at night. It was the same thought that had been cycling through your mind for the past five years. Why else would he dump you for some lame ass reason after nearly three years of dating?

That was the past, though. You were moving on and moving forward. There were more things in life than an ex-boyfriend who happened to be really great at the time. The world didn’t end five years like you might have thought, the earth continued to turn and you continued to wake up every morning.

Today was a day you actually woke up with a sense of excitement bubbling inside your chest. Today was the first day of your new job. You had always preferred the quiet hustle of office jobs and this job was exactly that. 

While some might be intimidated by the idea of working for the FBI, you really didn’t mind it. It wasn’t like you were going out on the field every day. You were just an assistant, and you were fine with that. Living in DC, it was a little hard to escape all things governmental and the like, so really it was just another Monday for you.

You watched as the numbers on the elevator ticked by as you rose up. Tucked in the crook of your elbow was a manila envelope and a coffee in your hand. Your free hand fell to the hem of your skirt, tugging on it slightly to hopefully provide some more coverage to your body. The skirt was a little short, but you had paired it with some black pantyhoses to - quite literally - cover your ass. You weren’t sure how well it was actually working, though.

The elevator dinged with the arrival of you to your floor. You let a deep breath out through your mouth before you stepped out. Your heels clicked on the floor, hurriedly trying to make your way across the bullpen and to your new boss’s office like requested.

You had crossed the bullpen with seemingly no problem and you were just about to step onto the stairs when a familiar call of your name had your blood running cold.

“Y/N?” A pit settled in your stomach, dark and cold and full of horrible feelings when Spencer’s voice hit your ears. You swallowed. You turned your head slowly, like you were expecting him to disappear before you looked fully behind you.

But no luck. There he was, in all his glory. Although, he looked very different to the last time you had seen him. He seemed to have ditched his old cardigans and sweaters for tailored suits. His hair was longer, messier, and stubble grew across his face. 

Unfortunately for you, he looked even hotter than before.

And even though he looked so different, so unlike the sweet and dorky Spencer you used to date, now looking more like the gruff FBI agent he truly was, there was still a softness to his deep brown eyes that told you this was the same old Spencer Reid you couldn’t get your mind off of.

“Spencer,” you sighed. God, why did he have to be so beautiful still? “What are you doing here?”

“I work here,” he said with a raise of his eyebrow. Mentally you cursed yourself. How could you possibly forget? You were too starstruck to even think properly in that moment. “What are you doing here?”

“I also work here.” You shifted uncomfortably on your feet. You watched his gaze flit up and down your body and suddenly you were too well aware of your outfit choices when he lingered on your thighs. You should have just worn pants, but no, you wanted to look cute for your first day.

For a moment, the two of you could only stare at each other in silence. What could you possibly say after your last interaction being a shitty breakup? And just as you were about to say something, another voice cut in.

“Y/N!” Emily called out cheerfully. A sense of relief washed over you at the sight of her, your whole body relaxing. You nodded your head at her, bending slightly at the knees to give a half-assed bow.

“Emily,” you murmured. You held out the envelope and cup of coffee to her, giving a little smile when she took them into her own hands. 

Emily’s attention turned to Spencer and you were almost certain there was some hint of smugness in her eyes. “I see you’ve met my new assistant,” she said with a hand falling to your back, giving it a soft pat. Spencer’s eyes narrowed.

His fingers curled tighter around the satchel slung across his body and you noticed a flicker of something - anger? jealousy? - in his eyes. “I have met her,” was all he said, his tone suddenly turning very curt. 

You didn’t know what they were doing, what sort of mind games they were playing, and you weren’t sure how to feel about being a pawn caught in between it all. The air was thick, tense, nearly electric. Like they were two live wires waiting for a spark. You could feel the prickle of the hair on the back of your neck standing on end.

You cleared your throat, running your hand down the front of your skirt to rid yourself of your sweaty palms. “I, uh. I’m gonna.. go get some more case files that need to be sorted.” The minute the words left your mouth, you were already making a beeline to simply get out of there.

~

The rest of the day seemed to move by fairly smoothly. No more incidents between Spencer and Emily (to your knowledge) and you didn’t have to see Spencer again. A perfect day in your book.

You were actually almost finished with the day. You only had a few cases to be printed and sorted away, and then you were free to leave. Most had already left for the day, leaving the office vacant and eerily quiet. You didn’t mind it, though. Sometimes that was better, no distractions from finishing up the last few things before you clocked out.

You stood at the coping machine, your back to the door, when you heard it creak open. You didn’t think much of it, it was a busy office, after all, and plenty of people used the copier room. You didn’t even think to look behind you to see who it was. Your mind was one track at this point, just looking to finish your tasks and go home.

You should have known better.

You knew it was too late when you felt a broad chest being pressed to your back. A warm breath fanned over your ear as large hands that you knew too well roamed your sides. It was pure instinct the way your body melted into his touch, a sigh full of wanton desires wafting from your lips.

You felt weak. You were weak. In that moment, you were nothing more than a mammal with the primal need to procreate. 

Your head fell to the side, leaning back to rest on Spencer’s shoulder, baring your neck to him, submitting to him like the weak little thing you both knew you were. God, you were really going to hate yourself when this was all over. You were already starting to feel that bubble of anger and hatred forming in your chest, creeping up your throat and burning like bile in your mouth.

Your hands snapped over his, stilling his movements. His lips hovered over your neck, mere inches from your pulse point. “You are such a prick,” you bit out. You sounded breathless, needy. 

You tugged at his fingers, trying to pry them off your body. You spun in his arms, turning to face him. His pupils were dilated, swallowing his irises whole and making them more akin to black holes than the warm brown eyes you used to love. His hair was a mess, like he had been running his fingers through it too many times, his tie askew. Your eyes narrowed. 

“You must have something wrong with you if you think I’m going to sleep with you after what you put through,” you hissed at him. You pressed yourself against the copier machine, trying to create some semblance of distance between the two of you, and crossed your arms tight over your chest.

“After what I put you through?” Spencer echoed almost incredulously. He had to be playing dumb, because you knew he was the farthest thing from stupid.

You scoffed. “You broke up with me with some lame ass excuse, and then you never bothered to talk to me again!” You could not believe him in that moment. It was like he was purposefully trying to piss you off.

“Y/N-” 

“Do not “Y/N” me,” you spit out like the words were venom in your mouth. “I am not your girlfriend, and just because I now work at the BAU too doesn’t mea-”

Spencer’s lips were crashing against yours before you could even finish your sentence. He always kissed like a man starved, like he was trying to consume you whole. You whimpered against his mouth, hands flying to grasp onto his wrists while his hands cradled your face.

The kiss grew even more passionate, somehow, becoming a mashing of lips and teeth and breathless moans and animalistic growls. You missed this - missed the intense fire Spencer lit in you, the passion that he brought into everything he did.

His hands flew down to the hem of your skirt, quickly hitching it up as you both stumbled around the room, barely breaking your kissing to catch your breaths. He hooked his hands under your thighs, hoisting you up onto a nearby table. You instantly spread your legs, inviting him in without so much another thought. He quickly shed his suit jacket, tossing it aside to some random part of the room.

Then you heard a distinct rip of fabric. You pulled away from Spencer’s addictive lips, pressing your hands on his chest and forcing him to let in some room between the two of you. You glanced down to see a huge tear on your tights and you gasped.

“You ripped my tights?!” you shrieked, landing a smack to his chest.

“Keep it up, and I’ll rip your panties, too,” he growled and you hated that the deep timbre of his voice sent flashes of arousal straight to your core. He didn’t miss the way you clenched your thighs together. He weaved a hand into your hair and curled his fingers around the strands of your hair, giving it a good tug to force you to bear your neck to him once more.

He pressed wet and sloppy kisses to the junctions of your neck, nipping at the neck, making you gasp and squirm. He pushed your panties to the side, not bothering to even pull them halfway. He plunged two fingers in, knowing you could handle it. You gasped even louder when he filled you so suddenly, your back arching into the feeling.

“You’re so wet for me,” Spencer murmured against your sweaty skin. The thrust of his fingers were hard, fast, making your head spin with arousal. You couldn’t remember the last time you had sex, let alone sex this hedonistic, but god, were you loving it. His fingers were so long, hitting all the right places in you without even trying. “You missed me, didn’t you?”

You hated profilers, and you especially hated Spencer Reid. “Screw you,” you hissed. You didn’t even notice when his hand seemed to have fallen to your ass, but you definitely felt the hard smack of it connecting with your flesh.

“What do you think I’m trying to do, princess?” He punctuated his words with another hard swat to your ass and a nip to the neck. You moaned at both sensations, grinding into the fingers deep inside you. “I don’t remember you being such a brat when we dated..”

“I don’t remember you being such an asshole,” you retorted. Another smack, another gasp from you. You glared at him.

Spencer’s fingers picked up pace, moving in and out of you in an almost messy and uncoordinated fashion, his thumb rubbing fast circles on your clit. The sloppy sounds of his fingers thrusting and your moans filled the air, creating a dizzying erotic symphony. 

“You never answered my question,” he breathed out. He moved his lips to your ear, teeth grazing along the shell. “Did you miss me?”

“No,” you lied right through your teeth and you both knew it. He delivered another spank to your ass, making you squeak at how sensitive you apparently becoming with his spankings.

“There’s no need to lie.” He bit down on your earlobe and you keened right as his fingers angled perfectly to hit your G-spot. He pulled back to look you in the eye, smirking at the sight of you unraveling under his fingers. “You missed me, and you missed my dick, like the stupid little slut you are.”

The Spencer you used to know, the man you loved, would have never called you any sort of name, not even bed. Hearing that word tumbling out of his lips had you clenching hard around his fingers and whining loud, eyes squeezing shut as your stomach twisted into knots.

“Admit it, Y/N,” he whispered in a husky voice, “Admit you missed me fucking you.”

“Fuck you.” More smacks to the ass. Three in the row this time, not even giving you time to recover. Each was harder than the less, leaving your skin tingling.

Spencer retracted his fingers from your messy cunt, making you whine at the loss of feeling full for the first time in far too long. “Open,” he commanded and you obeyed, much to your own disgust. His finger plunged into your mouth and you wrapped your lips around them without another word.

You licked them clean, tasting yourself, all the while maintaining eye contact with his intense stare. He pulled his fingers out from your mouth as fast as he did with your cunt. He cupped your cheek in his palm, gently caressing your supple skin. Then he delivered a hard smack to your cheek.

Your head snapped to the right and you gasped, hand automatically flying to your stinging cheek. You couldn’t believe him. And you couldn’t believe yourself for getting even wetter from it all.

Before you could react any further, his hand was tangling back in your hair, pulling harshly to drag you to your knees. He made quick work of his belt and unbuttoned his pants, fishing his hard dick out of its confines. Your mouth watered at the sight. It was so big, so pretty with its pale pink head and veins trailing along the sides.

Spencer chuckled at the hungry look in your eyes. “You missed this, didn’t you, baby?” he cooed at you. You found yourself nodding your head. He wrapped a hand around his cock, giving it a few lazy tugs. His thumb swiped at the tip, smearing the pre-cum gathering with a soft hiss.

He hovered it over your lips, teasing you. And in that moment, you weren’t above whining, which is exactly what you did. “Poor baby missed choking on my big dick, didn’t she?” Fake sympathy dripped from his words, making you feel oh-so dizzy and small. You nodded your head again, more frantically and desperate this time.

“Go ahead,” he urged, reaching a hand to the back of your head and pushing you forward, “Suck it, pretty girl.” 

You didn’t need to be told twice. You braced your palms on his thighs as you stuck your tongue out, flickering it over the tip of Spencer’s cock. His fingers carded through your hair and you nearly melted.

You licked a broad stride along the underside of his dick and you shivered at the groan you earned in response. You took the tip into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him as you made your way down his cock.

“Fuck,” Spencer breathed out. His eyes fluttered shut, hips involuntarily rocking into your throat. He’d never admit it himself, but nothing could compare to your sweet mouth. He had spent more than a few countless nights dreaming about it wrapped around him once more.

You took his little curse and movements as encouragement, swallowing even more of him. You could never quite fit the entirety of him in your mouth, but it never stopped you from trying. 

Spencer took a fistful of your locks in his hand, tugging hard at the strands, and you winced at the pain radiating from your scalp. Lust flared down your spine, electrifying your body as he forced his cock all the way in your mouth. You choked around the intruding object in your throat, contracting around him and making him moan.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he crooned. His other hand cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheek as your eyes watered. He brushed away a tear that spilled down with a grin full of sadistic glee. “You look so pretty like this.. Your mouth has better uses than being a brat, don’t you think, pretty girl?”

He pulled you off his cock, leaving you to gag and heave heavy breaths. He clicked his tongue, faux pouting down at you. “Can’t handle it?” He didn’t give you any time to respond before he was pulling back down on his dick, pushing your head down until his pubes tickled your nose. “That’s too fucking bad.”

He repeated his motions, thrusting into your mouth violently until you got that dazed look in your eyes. Drool spilled from the corners of your lips and all over his cock. Praises from his lips, creating a chorus between his groans and moans of pure pleasure.

When you felt like you were seriously going to lose your mind from lack of oxygen, Spencer pulled out finally. You panted, dizzy and delirious, but so fucking horny. You whimpered when he guided you away from his dick, your bottom lip sticking out in a genuine pout.

He spun you around before you bending over the same table from earlier. You gasped, a sense of excitement bubbling in your stomach when you realized what was to come. His hands fell to your hips and you pushed your ass back against him, wiggling it with a pitiful whine. You glanced back at him over your shoulder and you were sure that you looked like some sort of pathetic slut, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care.

“Someone’s eager,” Spencer remarked with a chuckle. But he was just as ready to screw your brains out. 

He guided his cock to your soaking wet folds, taking a moment to smear your wetness around with his tip, up until you started whining again. He chuckled once more before finally entering you. 

Your jaw fell slack as his cock entered you, stretching you to your limits. He was so fucking big, stretching you so deliciously and filling you up in a ways that couldn’t possibly be replicated.  

“There you go,” Spencer murmured. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to your back firmly. “That’s what you’ve been craving, haven’t you, princess? Just needed some dick to turn your pretty little brain off.”

His hand snaked around to wrap his fingers around your throat. Not squeezing, rather just resting there, reminding you of your place, of his power over you. He continued to push until he bottomed out inside you and you both keened. How could you have ever broken up when you fit together so perfectly?

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby,” he hissed right into your ear. “Your pretty pussy definitely missed me, didn’t it?” His other hand landed on your ass once more and he delivered a hard smack on the available skin. “Squeezing me so good, sweetheart, such a good fuckin’ girl..”

He pulled back slightly, roughly halfway, before slamming into you hard enough to make the table slam against the wall. Then he repeated himself, one rough thrust after the other. You felt so braindead in that moment, gone in your own head with pleasure, that you could moan and babble.

“Feels so good, Spence,” you whined, trying to grind your hips back against him. “Fuck, it’s so good, so good, please don’t stop, please, please-” You cut yourself with a heady moan when he slammed into you with force.

“Cockdrunk whore,” Spencer hissed into your ear and you could only nod. His hand moved from your ass to tracing your labia before finding his target - your throbbing and neglected clit. He rubbed hard and fast circles around the swollen nub and you nearly sobbed.

His lips drifted to your neck and began peppering every inch of your skin in kisses. Some light, some sloppy and messy, nearly bruising with the force of them. Your head fell forward, hair falling all over your face and sticking to your sweaty skin. Tears brimmed in your eyes, threatening to spill down your flushed cheeks.

Then came Spencer’s teeth, grazing along your neck before biting down, hard. You squeaked, hands curling around the edge of the table until your knuckles turned white. Your cunt clenched, sucking him in even deeper. His groan rumbled deep in your chest.

“Taking me so fucking good, baby, such a good girl for me,” he mumbled against your skin. He picked up his thrusts, hips slamming hard against yours. The circles on your clit increased in their pace, as well, the coil in your stomach burning hot and heavy.

“Spencer,” you nearly shrieked. “Spencer, I’m gonna- Shit! I’m gonna cum, Spencer!”

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” His words were nearly a growl, deep and low and so fucking sexy. “You gonna cum?” He landed a harsh slap against your pussy and you almost screamed once more.

Spencer pulled out suddenly, leaving just as empty as you were earlier. Your eyes shot wide open, whines tumbling from your lips, distraught at being denied your precious orgasm. He was spinning around you once more, crashing your lips together.

You moaned into the kiss, arms hurried wrapping around his broad shoulders. His hands fell to your thighs, lifting you up and into his arms, making you squeak. When did he get so.. strong?

You didn’t have much time to ponder over Spencer’s sudden display of strength because your back was practically tossed against a nearby wall. He pulled apart from the kiss to take his cock into his hand again, guiding it towards your dripping cunt again.

Your nails dug into his back as he stretched you open on his cock again, head falling back and hitting the wall. His lips were attached to your lips again, suckling and biting to leave behind millions of different marks.

“So big,” you slurred. Your voice sounded almost foreign to yourself - high-pitched and whiny. “Filling me so good, Spence, it’s so good.” Tears had begun to cascade down your face, streaking your mascara and leaving thick tracks of black on your cheeks. Spencer had never seen you look more beautiful than in that moment.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N,” he praised between heavy pants. “Taking me so good, so good, like the stupid fucking slut you are.” His hand made contact with your face again, leaving a red mark in its wake and leaving your skin feeling electric. Your walls squeezed around him.

“You like that, huh?” he did again and you moaned loudly, unashamed now. “You like being smacked around, huh? Like being treated like the filthy lil’ whore you are? Is that right, princess?” He repeated himself, smacking you once, twice, three times and each you clenched around him.

Your orgasmed barreled over you before you could have possibly processed it. Your eyes squeezed shut, stars popping in your vision, legs shaking. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as pleasure washed over you in waves near akin to a tsunami in your body.

Spencer fell right over the edge right after you, teeth sinking down into your shoulder with a heavy groan. Sprouts of hot cum flooded your insides and you whined at the feeling of overstimulation washing over you.

You both stilled for a moment, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, panting heavily together. Slowly, Spencer pulled out his softening cock out of you, and you whined for the final time at being so empty. Your cunt clenched around nothing for a few seconds before beginning to seep Spencer’s seed, dripping down your thigh and onto the carpet.

You felt a bit bad for the janitor who would have to clean up your messes.

Spencer grasped your chin between his forefinger and thumb, turning your head to look back at him. His lips met yours in another kiss, this time much softer and full of something you might describe as affection. 

When you pulled apart, he smiled at you. “So good for me.” He was breathless, and you couldn’t blame him.

There was a beat of silence between the two of you again. Spencer cleared his throat before adding, “Did you, uh.. want a ride back to my place? I still have some of your clothes at my apartment, you could shower and change..” he trailed off, teeth catching his bottom lip. There was a hint of a pleading look in his eyes and your heart clenched at the sight. You could never say no to his puppy eyes.

“Only if you take me out to dinner after.”

“Deal.”

[elibabayblog]

[elibabayblog]

Sejanus who holds your hand when you walk through crowded areas because he doesn't want you to get lost (and definitely not because he gets nervous being in the middle of a lot of people).

Sejanus who, even though he can and will spend gobs of money on you, prefers to take you on smaller dates. Lesser known restaurants, the library, a picnic in the park. He likes having more private time rather than showing off.

Sejanus who ALSO considers napping a date. This man lives off of cuddling you. He will invite you over just to hold you in bed, listen to music, and take a nap. Preferably with his head on your chest but he's not that picky.

Sejanus who tries to recreate one of his Ma's recipes with you. He has the cute little apron on and everything, trying to read the recipe for cookies she left out for him. But it just ends in both of you and the kitchen, covered in flour and half-decent cookies. And he is actually a really good baker like Ma but just got really distracted because you were there.

Sejanus who if you have a hobby like music or art of any kind, will vehemently take interest in it as well. Or if it's a certain book, he just wants to talk about it with you because he knows it makes you happy to be able to ramble to him.

Sejanus who does end up becoming a medic and living his life out with you in peace because that's actually what happened and Suzanne just made a little error when writing it.

[elibabayblog]

HEAVY !

pairing: sejanus plinth x fem!reader

warnings: smut, size kink, porn no plot

Sejanus needed to have you close to him, touching his hot skin. You hated to admit it but you loved the way he felt pressed against you. He was larger than you, by a lot you’d say. The way his weight felt on you made your cunt clench.

It didn’t take him long to find this out.

He had you pinned to the bed, from behind with his full body weight on you. Thrusting into your sopping wet cunt, stretching you wide. Your moans were muffled by the pillow your face was pushed into.

You felt his chest pressed hard against your back, his hips constantly smacking back against your ass. The room was filled with the sound of your skin slapping, his grunts and moans, and your muffled cries.

His fingers intertwined with your hands from behind, every ounce of skin touching.

“You like that?” He murmured into your ear. His thrust still unrelenting, splitting you open. “Talk to me.”

He almost whined out his words, wanting to hear your voice but he’d been fucking you so long you couldn’t think straight. You were drunk on his cock and touch, only whimpers and cries leaving your lips.

Your pussy clenched around his hard length, signaling your impending orgasm. Your cunt was overstimulated, along with the rest of your body. Your throat was raw along with your stretched pussy.

“Cum for me, pretty.” His thick fingers let go of your hand, sliding down to your neck. He pulled your head out of the pillow, ignoring the large pool of drool. “Shh, that’s it.”

Your mouth fell open, a quiet moan of his name. He pulled out almost entirely before thrusting back in, your juices coating his cock. Ecstasy filled you, coming once again tonight. A louder moan of his name leaving your lips, more like a rasp from your sore throat.

”Good girl,” He mumbled into your skin, fucking you through your orgasm. His thrusts got sloppier, his own orgasm sparking through him. His hot seed filled your tight warm cunt, spilling out around his length.

He shallowly thrusted a few more times before going still, your cunt still stuffed full of him. His breath was hot on your skin, his weight on top of your body making you whimper.

[elibabayblog]

Donut Date

"Oliva, baby, are you ready?" You ask fixing your shirt in the mirror.

"Yeah, but you don't need to get all dressed up, we are just going get some donuts," she laughs after coming downstairs.

You have on a pair of jeans and a black button down, while Olivia has on a pair of sweatpants and a graphic tee-shirt.

"Oh well, I'll put a little less thought into my outfit," you say going upstairs.

"No, no, it's cute, I just thought that you were going in sweats," she said.

I mean we are going on a date, so I thought I'd put some effort into my outfit this time," you respond.

"Okay, well stay here, I have the perfect outfit," she replies turning to go upstairs.

You sit down on the couch ans wait for Olivia to change. She comes downstairs in a black knee length dress and a open orange sweater.

"Wow, Oli, you look amazing," you compliment her.

"Thank you," she smiles.

You watch in awe as she walks into the kitchen. You watch her grab your keys and she walks over to you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks.

"I just really love you, and I'm really lucky that I have you," you tell her.

She looks up and kisses you.

"I love you too," she tells pulling away from your lips.

You smile and take the keys from her.

"I love you more but you are not driving me anywhere," you laugh.

She smiles and grabs her purse.

"Well, let's go,"

You grab her hand and you walk to the car. You help her into the car and you get into the driver's seat. As you start the car, your hand finds it's way to her thigh.

"I see your hand has found it's favorite spot again,"

"I can't help it, my hands have a mind of their own,"

You and Olivia sit in confortable silence until you reach Buttermilk Drop. You park your car and go to open the door for Olivia. You both put your face masks on and walked inside.

"Hi, how can I help you?" the cashier asks.

"Hi, I would like one glazed donut, two mixed twists, one chocolate covered donut with sprinkles, one bottle of water and one white milk," you tell him.

"Okay, your total will be 9.67. How are you paying?" he askes.

"Cash," Olivia responds.

"You got it? I don't mind paying," you tell her.

"I got it babe," she says.

Olivia reaches into her purse and pulls out a 20$. She hands the 20 the male cashier.

He takes it and his register.

"Your change is 10.33," he says handing Olivia back her change.

"Here, this is your tip," she says handing him the 10$.

You grab the change and put it in the tip jar.

"Thank you," he smiles.

"No problem,"

She grabs everything and goes to walk out, She turns around and looks at him.

"Make sure you have a good day,"

"I will, you have a good rest of the day as well,"

"We will, thank you," you smile.

You open the door and help her with the items.

"Thank you for the donuts," you say kissing her.

"Anything for my baby," she says biting into her donut.

You and her sat in the car eating your donuts. That sweet sugary feeling was worth the wait.

[elibabayblog]

Lending a helping hand when needed

"Hey is the table set for the kids?" You call from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I have the cupcakes, ice cream, and the little party hats,"

"Okay and the plates already have the food packed just like each kid wants it," you tell her as she walks into the kitchen.

"Perfect, now we just wait," she tells you.

Your daughter comes down the steps with a huge smile on her face.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMELIA!" You and Olivia tell her.

"Dank you!" She says coming to give you both a huge hug.

"Of course honey, your friends will be over soon," you tell her as she runs up the steps back to her bedroom to put her bathing suit on.

"So Oli, you know all the kid's parents couldn't afford gifts right?" you ask her.

"Yeah, already have extra gifts that I didn't wrap so they could pick them out and give them to her," she tells you.

"Ahh okay,"

You and her finish up your conversation as the doorbell rings. You and Amelia meet each other by the door after you help her fix her bathing suit. You open the door and you see three of her friends standing there with their parents, but only two of the children are holding gifts.

"Hey, thank you for coming, I will take you guys out to the pool in just a second," you tell them grabbing the mom and her child and bringing them in the kitchen.

I'm sorry, did I do something?" the mom asks.

"No, of course not, I just wanted to give you a chance to let your son pick out a toy from the pile that he wants to give to Amelia and one to keep," Olivia tells her,

"You would do that?" She asks.

"Yes, no point in both kids being unhappy, plus we know that you are having financial trouble, so in case you need a nap or something, just let us know so we can keep an eye on your child," you tell her.

She starts crying and urges her son to pick the two toys he likes the most. He picks the Legos and a monster truck. He gave Amelia the monster truck and he put his box of Legos next to his gift bag.

"Thank you, no one has helped me since I had him. It's been a constant struggle, I'm glad someone sees what I have been going through in the last few years,"

"It's alright, we understand, just get some rest, just remember that you always have us, when you need us," you smile.

"Thank you," she smiles

It felt good to help someone who is constantly struggling. You would do anything to help her, she needed it more than you.

[elibabayblog]

He doesn't love me, does he?

You ran home and unlocked the door in a rush. You ran to your room not letting your mom see you in pain. She followed you up to your room.

"Baby what's wrong?" She asks you.

"I just miss her thats all, I wish I never let her go," you tell her with your face shoved into your pillow.

"I know sweetie, hopefully she will realize that," she says hugging your side.

"I know mom but can I have some time alone?" You ask her.

"Yeah, of course, but come get me if you need me," she says getting up.

She walks to the door and opens it but she takes a quick look at you before she leaves. Her heart hurts for you because she knew you and Olivia needed each other.

Later your mom comes upstairs to tell you something. Whe sees that you are sitting up doing your work. She comes sits down next to you. She taps you gently on your shoulder.

"Yes mom?" You ask her taking out your headphones.

"Your father and I are leaving. I left my card if you and your brother want to order pizza," she says leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

'Okay, I'm not hungry but I'll ask him in a bit," you smile.

"Okay baby, have fun, your dad and I will be home soon," she says getting up.

She walks out of the room before she hears you call her, "yes hun?" She yells back.

"I love you," you tell her, head poking out your bedroom door.

"Love you too," she smiles.

Your mom and your dad leaves together. Not long after they leave you hear the front door open. You pop your heard out to see who it is. Suprise, suprise its Olivia. When you and her were together she would never sneak over, now that she is with your brother is ready to risk it all. You close your door angry but you continue to listen to music. Soon your curiosity gets the better of you and you walk to your bothers room. You put your ear to the door.

"Yeah, I only dated the bitch because she's hot," he says.

You guess he's on the phone with one of his friends. You see Olivia walk up, she starts to talk but you put your hand in front her mouth and pull her down to listen.

"I think she's a cool girl, I just don't feel that way about her. I've actually been fucking my ex-girlfriend our whole relationship," he laughs.

"Yeah she is so desperate after my little sister, she will date anyone who does the bare minimum," he says.

She looks at you then she storms in his room.

"If you were just gonna use me then I could have just been alone," she says.

"Olivia wa-" he starts.

She grabs her purse and storms out. You go after her. You finally catch up to her in front the house.

"He doesn't love me, does he?" She asked you.

"I tried to tell you, he's a player. There has been more than one girl who has tried to change him, it never works, he's a player," you tell her.

"I should have listened but I just missed you so much I needed something to fill that hole you left," she said.

"I'm here Oli, I never should have left. When I did I regretted it, I love you Oli," she said.

"I love you too," she says.

You grab her by her waist and kiss her. You see headlights as you open your eyes.

"I know this was nice and all but you gotta go!" You tell her.

She pick up her things and starts running.

"I'll call you when I get home," she smiles.

"I'll be waiting Oli," you yell back.

You hurry inside and lock the door; you rush up to your bedroom and shut the door. You knew she loved you. You were happy to have the love of your life back.

[elibabayblog]

Deja Vu

~Warning: Angst~

You walk into your high school cafeteria watching for her. You knew dumping her was wrong but you wanted her back. Maybe if you could find her, you could tell her. You walk over to where she usually is sitting but you don't find her. 

"Hey, have any of you seen Olivia?" You ask her friends.

"Yeah, she was with Ashton earlier." One of them say.

They look at him.

"Why would you tell her that?" On of her friends whisper.

"Oh shit, sorry y/n. I don't know where she is."

Thank you Eli," you half smile.

"She doesn't want to see you y/n," Jess says.

"I know, I'm not asking for her to take me back, I just want her to know I'm sorry," you tell Jess looking back at her.

You find you way to your brothers locker hoping he would still be talking to Olivia. You step into the hallway with a clear sight to see her and him. But what you see happens next made you want to die. She kissed him. You storm over to them.

"What the fuck Ashton?" You ask him pushing him away from Olivia.

"I love her, I always have and when you dumped her she came to me, I told her that I could treat her better than you and I asked her out," he says with a smirk on his face.

"You don't love her, if you did you wouldn't have preyed on her when she was her most vulnerable," you tell him though your gritted teeth.

"Y/n stop it, we love each other and we are happy. If you love me let me go," she says putting her hand on your shoulder.

"I do love you thats why I'm letting you go," you tell her.

You walk away from her and your brother. You knew that he didn't love her, he loved the idea of being with her. But you didn't want to break her heart again, so this she will find out the hard way. You look over at them one last time. Her fingers in his hair and a big smile on her face. He leans forward and kisses her and grabs her ass. She never let you do that. You enter your last class feeling horrible. You did her wrong now you were paying for it. She didn't love you anymore, and if she did, she was damn good at hiding it.

[elibabayblog]

First Date

"Mom, she is here, I'm leaving!" You call from the living room.

"Okay have fun and don't use those condoms I put in your bag," she calls back.

"MOM, SERIOUSLY?" You ask storming out the door. 

You walk out the door and make sure you locked it as you start the walk to her car. Once you reach her car you get in. She leans towards you and puckers her lips.

"Hi to you too," you laugh looking at her.

"Um, where is my kiss?" She asks.

"You aren't getting anything until I get a hello or something." You tell her, sitting back and folding your arms in her passenger seat.

"Fine, hello baby, now can I get my kiss?" she asks smiling in your face.

"No, you never even looked at my outfit, humph," you pout. folding your arms and turning away from her.

"Okay, okay, you look really good, like really good," She tells you looking you up and down. 

She grabs your arm but you pull away from her. She tries again but you pull away again.

"Come on y/n, I was just playing with you, now we aren't moving until you look at me," she says putting the car in park.

You turn your head and look at her. You loved her and you knew all she wanted was a kiss, so you lean forward and you gave her a slight peck on her cheek.

"Thank you, now we can go," she smiled pulling off.

A short time later you and Olivia arrive at the restaurant. 

She parks her car and gets put. She rushes to your side and she opens your door for you to step out. After you gather all your things and get out of the car she takes your hand and walks inside with you. 

"Reservation for 2, last name Rodrigo," she tells the waitress.

"Right this way," she tells you both.

Olivia grabs your hand and together you and she follow the waitress. She sits you down at a table towards the front, but it's to the side. Olivia slides your chair out and sits you down before going to her seat.

"Here are your menus, your waiter will be right with you," she tells you handing you and Olivia menus.

A few minutes later the waiter walks up.

"Can I start you and the missus off with something to drink?" he asks.

"I would like two bottles of wine, one red and one white," you tell him.

"Perfect, now can get you both something to start off with?" he asks holding out his notepad.

Olivia quickly orders for you. He writes it down and disappears. You and Liv start talking about everything; your future together, where you both wanna be in life, if you want kids, and what age, among other things. Not long after your food arrives. You and Olivia eat quietly. finally the silence is broken.

"How is your food?" she asks.

"Perfect, I absolutely love it," you moan as you take another bite.

Shortly after she pays the bill and you leave.

"How was your first date hun?" she asks opening the door for you to get in.

"It was perfect, best first date ever!" you squeal.

You arrive home shortly after. She helps you out of the car and to your house.

"So, if you wanna go on another date, I'll be here tomorrow at 6," she smiles.

[elibabayblog]

I hate you, I love you

You loved her so damn much. She broke your heart. She didn't mean to break your heart.

"Hey, has anyone seen y/n?" Olivia asks.

You had been home in your bed ever since she dumped you. At least she told you that she didn't want to be with you anymore. You love her and you knew you wanted to be with her forever.

"Yeah, she's in her room, be nice Liv, she really misses you." Your mom tells her.

She walks to your room knowing what she did was a mistake. She missed you. She had learned from her past and she knew that she couldn't live without you anymore.

"Y/n?" She called out.

"Olivia?" You say pulling your head from your pillow.

Your pillow was wet from the tears that had been falling for the past week. You sat up as she came sat on the edge of your bed.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you. I broke your heart and I can never forgive myself. I still love you and I always will. I have always had a special spot for you in my heart." She tells you.

"I love you and although you hurt me I could never hate you. I need you in my life and I wanna be with you forever." You tell her.

She grabs your hand and she pulls you into her. She kisses you.

"I love you so damn much." Olivia says smiling into your shared kiss.

"I love you too. Never leave me again." You say kissing her.

[elibabayblog]

Cuddles?

~Short Imagine Warning~

"Baby!" You scream from your shared bedroom.

"Yes?" She calls back.

"Come cuddle me." You tell her.

"In a second, just let me finish the dishes." She yells back.

You wait impatiently for a few minutes before she finds herself in the bed with you.

"You wanted cuddles?" She asked you.

"Yes." You tell her scooting closer to her.

"Didn't I cuddle you yesterday and this morning?" She laughed.

She pulled you closer towards her and she kissed your forehead. You looked up at her and you smiled.

"Okay, Liv I just love your cuddles, okay." You tell her.

"Okay, I understand." She says.

You pull yourself into her side as she laid back onto the bed.

[elibabayblog]

You find out she is pregnant

(Au women can get women pregnant🥰)

You walk into your bedroom to see Olivia laying there in the bed clutching her stomach crying. You run over to her.

"Baby? What's wrong?" You ask her rubbing her back.

"My stomach hurts and I don't know why." She cries into the pillow.

"Can you show me where it hurts?" You ask her.

"Right here." She says moving her hand towards her appendix.

"Okay, that's alright. Let's see if you can get up." You slay standing up to help her.

After a few minutes, she slowly makes her way up. After a few minutes you realize that's you can just carry her.

"Would you mind if I carried you?" You ask her.

"No, but can youmake it fast?" She whispered.

"No problem." You say picking her up and carring her to the car.

You get into the driver's seat as she lays with her fingers tangled with yours. You look over at her. She looks weak and tired. You really hoped nothing was wrong.

"Dont worry Liv, we are almost there." You say wiping the sweat off her forehead.

You arrive to the er moments later. You get her in a wheelchair and you check her in. Within a few moments you are in the back and she is getting checked out.

"Can you do me a favor Ms. Olivia?" The doctor asks her.

"Yes whatever you need." She says trying to sit up.

"Rest your nerves. I dont want you to hurt anymore." You say laying her back down.

"Can you take this pregnancy test?" He asks her holding it out.

"Okay, I'll be back shortly."

She gets up and goes into the bathroom. You hear some groaning but you figure she might not want you in the bathroom with her. She comes out moments later holding the test.

"Thank you Ma'm." He says walking out.

"So you really think that I could be pregnant?" She asks.

"Only one way to find out." You say pulling her into you.

The doctor comes back 5 minutes later.

"Well congratulations Ms. Olivia." He says holding up the test.

"Your pregnant Liv." You say shocked.

"I'm pregnant?" She questioned.

"I can't believe we are going to be parents!" You yell grabbing her and throwing her over your shoulder.

"We are gonna be moms, thats crazy." She says when you put her down.

"Crazy but not impossible." You smile at her.

She leans forward and kisses you. You are going to be parents. What an amazing day.

[elibabayblog]

She posts you on her Instagram

"Hey, baby." You said walking up to her and kissing her neck.

"Mmm, hi." She said leaning into your chest.

You wrap your arms around her waist as she leans into your embrace.

"Baby, you mind if I come out with our relationship?" She asks you.

"No, I would absolutely love it." You tell her kissing her neck.

"Wait really?" She asks turning around in your arms.

"Yeah. I would love to be able to tell people that you are taken." You smile.

"Oh, well then. I'm going to go post it." She says leaving the kitchen.

"Alright, I'll let you know when dinner is ready." You tell her as she is leaving.

She walks up to the bedroom and lays across the bed. She grabs her charging phone, and she goes to her Instagram. Before she has a chance to post her hands start sweating. She gathers the courage to post her favorite picture of you and her together.

Hey guys, this is officially me coming out. I am bisexual and this is my girlfriend y/n. We have been dating for the past 5 months and I absolutely adore her. This is my favorite picture of the two of us. She had just picked me up and she told me she had a surprise for me. So she brought me here and she gave me my promise ring and she told me that we would be together for eternity. I just wanted you guys to know because people had been talking about how they thought that I was a part of the LGBTQ+. I am writing this to confirm the rumor and let you know how much this woman in this photo means to me in real life.

[elibabayblog]

She falls asleep on you

"You tired Liv?" You ask her.

"Just a little darling." She yawns.

"It's fine if you go to sleep." You tell her pulling her closer to you.

She lays her head on your lap as you turn on Criminal Minds.

"I can't go to sleep now. You just turned on my favorite show." She says sitting up.

She crawls in your lap. You wrap your arms around her and she leans her head on your chest.

"Liv, you can barely keep your eyes open. You can sleep. We can always watch this again." You say trying to convince her to take a nap.

"It's late, if I sleep now I will be up all night." She tells you.

"It's called a melatonin babe." You laugh.

"I know but I would rather not do all that sleeping back to back." She says.

"Why not?" You ask her.

"Because the doctors says it really unhealthy." She yawns.

"Alright, at least lay down for a little." You say holding her tight.

A few moments after you tell her that you hear soft snoring.

"I guess she couldn't fight it anymore." You smile.

You look at her she is sound to sleep on your chest. You knew she could asleep through the night but for now, you wanted to stay like this because she had been really exhausted today. God, you loved her. Maybe there was a chance she felt the same way back.

[elibabayblog]

She gets you ice cream

"Livvvv!" You call from your bedroom.

"Yes y/n?" She calls from the bathroom.

"Can you bring me some ice cream when you come back?" You ask her.

"What kind?" She asks walking out of the bathroom.

"Just plain vanilla." You tell her.

"Alright, just make sure you are up this time, because if I come home and you are asleep then I will eat it." She smiles.

"NOOO!" You scream.

"I'm joking love." She says coming over to you.

She leans down and she kisses you. 

"I love you Liv." You tell her.

"I love you too y/n." She responds.

You follow her downstairs as she leaves the house. You go back upstairs and you start watching the Loki series that was on Disney +. You eventually fell back to sleep after you finished the series. 

"Baby, I'm home!" Liv call from the front door.

Your head popped up as you knew she might actually eat your ice cream.

"I'm up, I'm up." You say sitting up in the bed.

A few moments later Liv pops her head into the room.

"Hey, sleepyhead." She says holding up two spoons and a quart of vanilla ice cream.

"You got it!" 

"Of course. I wouldn't forget about you." She says sitting next to you.

She pops open the top and she hands you a spoon. You and her sit on the bed and enjoy the ice cream she bought.

"I forgot how good ice cream tasted honestly." You laugh.

"It's very good." She says licking your neck.

"Liv?" You ask confused.

"Sorry, you had some ice cream that fell on your neck. It was hard to resist." She says burying her head in her hands.

"Don't worry babe, it felt good." You winked.

She threw her head back and laughed.

[elibabayblog]

The debut

"5!"

"4!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"Okay, guys my first song has been released!" Olivia said jumping in the air.

You watched from the kitchen as she jumped for joy as her debut song 'Drivers License' had just been released. 

"Baby!" She screamed running into the kitchen.

"Yes, dear?" You asked as you moved towards her.

"My song has officially been released!" She says hugging your neck.

"I know Liv. I am so proud of you." You tell her.

After she pulled back from the hug you lean forward and you kissed her.

"What was that for?" She asked.

"I just wanted to kiss you. Is that okay?" You ask her.

"Yeah, it's fine. It just caught me off guard." She laughs.

"Oh, okay, but I do want you to know that I am so proud of you." You tell her pulling her into another hug.

"Thank you. I never thought that I would actually be able to do it." She says starting to cry.

"No, no, baby don't cry." You tell her wiping the fallen tears from her eyes.

"Don't worry, it's not tears of sadness. They are tears of joy." She says laughing.

"Alright as long as it is a good thing." You smile.

"It's definitely a good thing." She smiles.