#also i just wanna say thank you to everyone for being so kind to me i really love & appreciate all of my mutuals & followers đ
(please/don't) call me baby
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pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader
content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!
warnings: swearing, like one sexual joke, ooc
word count: 1k
for the lovely @chososcamgirl <33 i've had sm fun in your w this idea !!!
you call everyone pet names. it's kind of your thing now, really. everyone, from yaku (darling!), to kenma (sweetheart!) to lev (angel!). that is, everyone except kuroo. to you, kuroo is kuroo. occasionally tetsurou, if he's lucky, but mostly he is just kuroo.
he doesn't mind it, he swears. he doesn't even care! or he wouldn't, but he also unfortunately happens to be head-over-heels in love with you. how embarrassing. and he's totally not jealous of the other guys.
which leads him to his current situation. his head tips back over the back of his chair as he runs one hand through his hair. "y/n, do you hate me?"
"no, why?" your answer is sharp and fast from the desk next to his.
oh, shit. now it's awkward.
"because, like... you don't call me any of your stupid cute names or anything," he explains sheepishly.
you sit up straight, lips curving up into a beautiful, evil smile. "you wanna be called pet names, kuroo?"
he flushes, shakes his head. "naaah, just asking."
you don't seem to believe him, head tilted to one side as you regard him curiously. and then you're getting up and making your way towards him, bending down to get on his level, and he thinks he might spontaneously combust in his pants. your fingers dance across the broad expanse of his chest, and your eyes are like a predator's, stalking its prey. his breath hitches as he waits for you to speak; when you finally do, he thinks he might have be going insane.
"whatever you say, baby," you purr, and holy fuck, kuroo is so ready to get down on his knees for you or bark like a dog or do whatever the fuck you want right now. he is pathetically down bad for you â it's embarrassing, and like you can read his mind, you just have to go and make it worse.
you twirl his tie around your fingers, careful and calculated, and for a split second, he imagines being pulled up by it, letting you kiss him in this empty classroom, just like that. and oh, apparently you're satisfied with how much you've messed him up right now, because suddenly you're back at your desk, and he's watching you fix your skirt with a beet red face and even redder ears.
today, for whatever reason, you're taking longer than usual to pack up when class ends, so he takes the opportunity to extricate himself from this terrible, terrible situation that he's created for himself. but when he's finally halfway out the door, someone calls his name.
"kuroo," you call after him, sickeningly sweet voice pulling him back to you. "baby, don't say you're leaving without me!"
his knees give way.
"you haven't forgotten my offer, though, right?" what a perfect gentleman, walking you home like this. he's even limiting his strides so you can keep up with ease.
"what offer, baby?" you hum distractedly, eyes glued to your phone. manicured fingers fly across it as you text someone, and you only look up when he chokes unceremoniously.
"you okayâ"
"yes! i'm fine!" he yelps before you can say another word â or rather, one very specific word â and looks away to hide his reddening face. "as i was sayingâ"
"yes, bâ"
"stop talking! i mean, let me speak!"
you frown, surprised at the way he won't let you get in a word edgewise. "okay, weirdo. go on?"
"the manager position is still open," he huffs. he's still embarrassingly red; his heart has not yet calmed down. âif you want.â
"mm, i don't know, baby, i'll have to think about it."
he will die. or he will run into oncoming traffic and die. this is so unfair, it's tortureâ
"thanks for walking me back, baby, i'll see ya."
he trips and falls on his face. "fuckâ i mean, see you later!"
"you seem awfully happy today," kenma observes. "did something happen?"
"what? no, why?" he splutters. splotches of red begin to appear on his face, and kenma smirks.
"sure."
"say, kenma."
"what?" he sounds annoyed even though he's the one who started this conversation.
"how do you deal with y/n's nicknames?"
"what d'you mean? they're okay."
silence. kuroo rolls this new piece of information over in his mind. "so... you don't feel like exploding or dying every time she calls you, like, baby or something?"
kenma looks confused. "no? i think that's called a crush, kuro. also you know she said she thinks that's too romantic for her friends, so no, 'cause she doesn't even call any of us thatâ are you okay?"
"kenma."
"what?"
"shut up."
kuroo is pretty. it's not an unknown fact, and you, having known him for several years at this point, are no stranger to it either. with sly honey-brown eyes and bedhead that he manages to make look good in a way that you just cannot fathom, he is â in short â just your type. this is also where you shamefully admit that yes, even his derisive remarks and general air of disdain when it comes to his opponents is very attractive indeed. not to mention his bicepsâ actually, let's not go there.
but biceps or not, he has been driving you insane as of late. and now, it's apparent that you're finally getting to return the favour. you're not stupid; you've been noticing his reactions to the nickname from the start. and it's almost satisfying to be able to toy with him the way he's â unintentionally â been doing with you. maybe he'll even catch the hints you've been dropping if he's lucky.
meanwhile, it's taken kuroo exactly one hour and twenty-three minutes to desensitize himself to (the thought) of your voice. anyways, it's not like he'll see you any time soon, so it's okay. first there's volleyball practice, then he'll go straight to bed.
kuroo hates himself â it's like everything he does comes back to bite him in the ass. or rather, in the lungs this time, question mark. because as he struggles to breathe properly, you're waving at him from across the gymnasium in a very oversized NEKOMA jacket.
"i thought about it it!" you yell. "i'll be temporarily managing the team!"
maybe he should quit.
author's note :: whenever i'm describing kuroo i swear i start typing w one handđđ reader's pov was NAWT necessary to the story i just wanted to salivate over him ok.
also this is going to be a series so like :) that's why there's nothing major here really
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a sneak peek for an upcoming (timeline tbd) update đ
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i'm heading off to bed but before i go...
we're so fuckin' back, babes. đ
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yo what the fuck lmfao not the tiny little actor kid playing eddie in the it movies voicing alberto a la luca. zero recognition like kind of could deepfake it in my head litchrelly i mean like those actor children being quite small & then even recording something a few years later like alright yeah voice just dropped a ways already but i definitely had to stare intently at the [looking that up] textual confirmation. absolutely zero resonance at the time a whole like month ago lol go figure. congrats on the bisexuality too he/they king
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Did somebody say Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear? I think somebody said Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear. Thanks to that, have these retooled The Good Place jokes:
The "powers that be" can refer to either the Theraprism staff, the Axolotl, or just. Ya know. Disney in general. Or all three! Whichever you think is funniest. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
The "party" Bill's referring to is Weirdmageddon, of course. He was quite the ashhole to everyone back then.
Ford has probably gotten pretty good at the 'tune out your psychopathic ex with dank memes' challenge.
It must be very cathartic to be able to make Bill shut up whenever you want with just the press of a button. I'm sure Ford doesn't abuse this ability at all.
Oh, sure, 'Not now,' he says, before he immediately backs out of the newly-made hole in the Theraprism wall. đ
Don't worry, Bill doesn't get far.
also yeah i know this one doesn't have an attempted swear - i just wanted to use the joke because of the massive stink-eye involved in it because it makes me laugh
âŹď¸ More goofs beneath the brief ramble if you wanna skip it lmaoâŹď¸
Why is Ford even there, you might ask? Well, he either decided he preferred to watch Bill suffer in person over being distantly and repeatedly harassed with the same evil desperation book for the rest of his life, or he got roped into some kind of contrived community service for 1.) all his many counts of interdimensional thievery, and 2.) his ignoring all the very clear warnings to NOT summon Bill in the first place (which I like to imagine is also illegal). Theraprism staff were just like, 'Wait, this guy matters to Bill? Ooh, we can USE that! It might be the only thing that can help him want to get better!' It is not considered that throwing Ford at Bill so soon after Weirdmageddon could instead make them both WORSE - in new and altogether special ways! :D
Anyway, I'm calling it the Community Service AU, and I am most likely not going to do anything else with it beyond appropriating these silly Good Place jokes. So, feel free to adopt the concept if y'all wanna??? Just make sure that Bill is still not allowed to swear, no matter what, full stop. It's gotta be a real linguistic corkblork of a situation for him, is all I'm sayin'.
Finally, have these bonus Good Place jokes, but with Handyman!Bill this time:
'Opposite tortures' doesn't sound so bad...at least until it's an all-powerful chaos entity known for torture saying it.
you may think i forgot mabel's cute pink cheeks but the truth is that i did in fact forget but then immediately stopped caring which makes it okay, SHHHHHHH
And, finally:
lmao this is shit
True facts, if you cram Season 1 Eleanor Shellstrop and Michael into a singular triangle shape, they turn into Bill Cipher. This is science, look it up. Or don't, and just trust the source that is me, bro.
Anyway, I should be in bed, y'all have fun with these, I guess. Tune in after like a week or so and maybe I'll have an addendum to my comic about how Bill was drawn naked for karaoke night. Because him actually being naked was not the only thing I considered as a plausible explanation. XD
Also if you see any inconsistencies or errors in any of these comics, No You Do Not :D
Also also, reblogs are rad as hell and I appreciate every single one, just don't repost, please and thanks. Every time a repost is made, an artist somewhere cries. :,)
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[â°] ⌠Y/N & TOJI BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT⌠537k views
⌠đŹ âşăăă.ăăăăâ
ęŠ actor! toji x actress! reader
⤡ synopsis : you & toji deny the dating rumours, but youâre both being a little bit too comfortable with each other for your relationship to be just âplatonicâ.
sfw, fluff, toji is a little ooc <3
. art credits to deltapork on twitter
.. inspired by this post
⌠part 2, part 3, part 4
masterlists
actor!toji masterlist
ęŠ first clip
you & toji are in an interview, one to promote the upcoming release of the action movie you both star in where youâre the main love interest. it is bound to be a huge success, judging by the interest and how everyone loves the chemistry you and toji have both in and out of film!
the interviewer asks you a question and while youâre responding you can feel someone staring at you. you turn to your left where toji is sitting, and he has his eyes dead set on you, not looking away for one second. you turn your focus back to the interviewer to continue answering, but you canât help but turn back and see that he is still staring at you with his intense blue eyes. you repeat this a few times before cutting off your own sentence with a giggle and covering your face with your hands.
toji chuckles in confusion, looking at the interviewer and then back at you, bewildered. âwhat-whats so funny?â
you look at toji with your hands still covering your face. âtoji, i canât concentrate when you look at me like that!â
toji tilts his head, swiftly shifting his chair in your direction and leans closer to you, practically nose to nose at this point. âlike what?â
âlike that!â you laugh, covering your hot face once more as he and the interviewer laugh at your actions.
the interviewer chimes in. âi do have to say, your eyes can be quite intimidating..â
âsee?!â you say to toji and then look to the interviewer. âthank you.â
toji huffs and just looks at you. and you look back at him with a small grin on your face.
you speak. âas i was sayingâŚâ
you repeat your response to the question and toji exaggeratedly stares at you and you attempt to ignore it (and fail).
ęŠ second clip
this was a behind the scenes clip, where your cast member is speaking about his characters relationship with the other main characters but sadly for him, that is not where the viewersâ attention was.
in the background, they see toji sitting on a couch looking at his phone and then you walking into frame. toji looks up from his phone, and if you look very closely, he can be seen smiling at you. you walk over and plop down on the couch right next to him. you both talk to each other for a few moments, faces close together and then you lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and taking what appears to be a nap. toji, moving as slowly as he can, takes a blanket that is already on the couch and drapes of over you. you snuggle closer to him, prompting toji to rest his head on top of yours. he does just that.
ęŠ third clip
during an interview with you and the cast members, including toji, in front of a live audience, you somehow found yourselves on the topic of the types of cars you all have. you then remember how toji had told you about a motorcycle he owned, but you forgot which kind.
âi think i wanna ride on tojiâs..motorcycle! i think-â
you hear the audience laugh and hear a few wolf whistles and you turn to your fellow actors, who are also laughing, especially gojo. you seem confused, but then you think back to what you said a second ago and feel your face heat up in embarrassment.
âoh, no no nonono-â shaking your head vehemently, âthat is not-â
âtojiâs motorcycle eh?â gojo teases while raising his eyebrows and wiggling his fingers, which only encourages the mockery and your desire to punch him.
you cover your face with your hand and sigh. âoh my god.â
while everybody in the room makes fun of you, you look to the left to see tojiâs reaction and the camera pans to his smug smirking face.
âi mean iâm free friday night so..â he trails off, winks at you and the audience goes crazy and you shove your face in your hands.
âforget i even said anything!â
ęŠ fourth clip
you and toji were recording a little vlog like video for the fans, talking about what it was like on set when you get onto the subject of what working with the other cast members is like.
âyeah gojoâs is pain in the ass.â toji states and shakes his head, fondly almost. ânever stops running that big mouth âa his.â
spits of laughter fall from your mouth at his frankness. âuhh..yeah thatâs true, gojo if you see this donât be offended!â
âyeah we still like you we just..wish youâd shut the fuck up more often.â
âtoji!â you gasp and slap his chest, âyouâre no spring chicken either you know.â
toji scoffs and looks at you with a raised brow. âyeah, youâre a handful yourself.â
âwhat? no iâm not!â toji tilts his head and blinks. âeveryone says iâm great to work with. youâre such a liar.â you roll your eyes with a laugh.
toji chuckles and moves closer to you on the sofa, and leans towards your face. âno âs alright. i have big hands.â he places a kiss on your cheek.
âew, youâre so corny!â you lean away and wipe away his kiss, trying not to smile and look flustered.
ęŠ fifth clip
this was a big day for y/n x toji lovers, when a movie you were both in won an award. now, neither of you were the main characters, but the fans made sure to make you both the most popular ones.
while the director is accepting the award, fans zoomed in on you and toji standing near the back of the group of cast members, where youâre tearing up and trying not to cry. youâre wiping your tears and toji looks at you and does a double take when he realises that youâre crying. he looks down at you and hugs you from the side, which makes you lay your head on his chest and wrap an arm around his waist. toji accepts this invitation and full on hugs you, kissing the top of your head softly and rubbing your back.
ęŠ sixth clip
toji posts workout videos on his instagram stories. theyâre mostly of him lifting weights and theyâre rare, so fans cherish them.
and then theres a short video of you laying on top of tojiâs back while he does pushups like itâs nothing. youâre smiling, spreading your arms out like youâre flying. toji suddenly starts going fast as fuck, making you bounce and almost fall off. you gasp and start hitting the back of his head while the person recording starts to laugh (most likely gojo).
you fall off tojiâs back and lay on the floor like a starfish. the camera pans to a proud looking toji before you kick his face.
a/n: thank u for reading ^_-
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â make a woman out of me
christian!virgin!reader x ellie williams
summary â you swore to yourself you only longed for ellie in a platonic way, but as you get older you seem to realize just how pretty she really is.
warnings â 2.95k â smut, i might get cancelled đ¤ˇââď¸, reader (non penetrative) virginity loss, religious themes, ellie is 19, reader is 18, pastor's daughter!reader, mentions of homophobia, alludes to reader's parents being homophobic, ellie smokes weed, pet names (pretty girl, babe, honey, baby, good girl), cursing, first kiss, corruption, corruption kink, oral (r recieving)
time moved slowly within the parameters of jackson. the same familiar faces, day in and day out. though, it was comforting living in such a community. the horrors of the world beyond the walls that stood tall was something you rarely wanted to think about. it made you sick to your stomach to think of your friends, loved ones, even people you weren't particularly close with, outside of the safe walls, being face to face with whatever monsters marred the unhabitual world.
your parents were strict with religion, your father being the only self acclaimed paster that jackson has ever had to offer. there was never a time you could remember, even before finding refuge in the cozy town, where your parents weren't devout. vivid memories of your mother's fingers gliding over the cross necklace she wore around her neck when you would get in trouble. disappointed sighs and signs of the cross, begging the lord above for forgiveness, explaining to the sky you were too young to know what you've done was a sin.
the bible was followed closely in your home, and you obliged without caution. you prayed, attended your father's mass sessions in the tiny chapel just down the road where he preached the bible, wore the holy cross around your neck to show your devotion, you've read the old torn and withered bible you were so lucky to find front to back. religion was all you've ever known and you had found no reason to ever question the man who hung on your wooden walls, hanging from a cross with his hands and feed nailed to it like an animal. that was, until ellie.
"come on, don't you wanna jus' see what it feels like?" ellie teased, waving the joint in front of your face like a taunt. "no thank you." you replied, sitting at the foot of her bed, legs crossed, eyes wandering around her room. when ellie first came to jackson you were infatuated with her, dwindling it down to pure want but only of friendship. "good girl, that's what you say when someone offers you this shit." ellie moves the weed away from your face, inhaling it and then turning away to exhale the smoke away from you.
it started with just friendly smiles, offering to show her around and help her get to know everyone. she was wary of you. honestly, afraid of your friendly demeanor. people on the outside of the jackson walls were cruel and vicious, she thought, with no doubt in her mind, you were being friendly to lure her into some kind of trap. she danced around you with caution, keeping her distance but also decidingly giving you a chance. she quickly became fond of you, your personality, your looks. everything about you appealed to ellie and something about that made you proud, even more eager to befriend her.
the words 'good girl' ring from her mouth and you're not sure how to respond. was there even a proper response to your best friend calling you that? a simple nod was all you could come up with. watching her lips intently as she blew the smoke out of her lungs. your fingers came up to your neck, fiddling with the cross necklace around your neck, a habit passed down from your mother. ellie never paid much attention to your shy outlook on life. you were reserved and a part of her liked that she had so much of you to herself.
it wasn't until you were 17 that you finally came to terms with the fact that your infatuation was more than just a yearning to be her friend. tears of guilt streaming down your face in the confessional at the shoddy chapel, divider between you and the young volunteer who was ready to beg jesus to abolish your sins. "i'm a girl... and i like another girl." you sniffled, lowering the pitch of your voice instinctively so he wouldn't see past your anonymity. ache in your heart when silence was returned, until soft mutterings of a prayer, asking jesus to forgive your tainted heart.
ellie extended her arms behind her head, a small stretch that gave you big feelings. her shirt rode up, exposing the small of her stomach. you swallowed harshly, wondering why god would tempt you with something like this. a soft sigh emits from ellie's lips, flicking the almost finished joint into a nearby makeshift ashtray. another soft sigh falling from her perfect lips. intent eyes trying to be secretive of the no less then unholy thoughts that you were being tempted with.
ellie was put off at first by your fervent religion. her experiences were tainted, never having a good visual of what a healthy relationship with god looked like. she was unsure if you were going to try and convert her into some pious worshipper. you weren't secretive of your religion and that much was enough to make ellie suspicious. with time she realized you were different from the other religious people she's met. only bringing up your religion or anything to do with it when you were directly asked or if it was really important to speak about.
"whatchu lookin' at, pretty girl?" she chuckled as she noticed the way your eyes locked onto her, like if you looked away she'd be gone. it wasn't unusual for ellie to be flirty or to make casual remarks about how pretty you were. still, every time she did your cheeks were adorned in a rosy color. "just you, i guess. i dunno..." you answered back quickly, hoping that answer was enough to satisfy her eager curiosity. "yeah? just me? got something you wanna say to me?" she was just joking around, trying to get you riled up and flustered but you did have things you wanted to say to her.
"no." you answered, though you were sure she wasn't expecting an actual response. "no? yikes, babe, i'm hurt, thought we had somethin' real here." she smiled and you felt the butterflies in your stomach become tongue tied. one thing you loved about ellie above all things was her smile, how the skin around her eyes scrunched up just the tiniest bit, the apples of her cheeks becoming more prominent. everything about her smile made your head spin.
"els, i like you." the words slip out of your mouth before you could even process what was going on. her smile that coerced you to confess to her in the first place falters. "i'm sorry?" she questions, unsure if you meant what she thought you did. you had never said anything that led ellie to believe you were homophobic or that you thought all gay people were sinners like most of the older people who were religious in jackson did. but still she was careful to keep her sexuality from you, strongly assured you would take after your parents' stance on homosexuality.
"i... i don't know why i said that." you say, truthfully. mouth slightly agape and eyes widened with shock that you'd just outed yourself after years of trying to force down your feelings. there was a silence between the two of you. silence wasn't uncommon around each other, sometimes the both of you preferring to spend your time together quietly as a way to unwind after a treacherous day. but this silence was different than those times. ellies breath was caught in her throat, words jumbled on her tongue.
she only began reacting when she saw the panic on your face, followed by your eyes becoming glassy. "hey, hey. don't cry. it's okay." she comforted, sitting up and placing a hand on your knee. she wasn't good at comforting people, you were well aware of that. "i didn't mean to.." you admitted, voice timid and quiet, still uncertain to how she would react. "hey, it's okay, honey." the term of endearment sliding off her tongue like she was meant to call you that for the rest of your lives.
"i'm not mad." ellie affirms, her tone soft, knowing how afraid of other people's anger you are. another flash of silence emerges, just you and ellie staring at each other. neither of you knowing what to say. she pitied you, seeing how much you resented yourself. your bottom lip slotted between your teeth, biting hard enough to potentially draw blood. "don't do that..." she mutters, gently running her thumb over your partially chapped lips, pulling your bottom lip out of your teeth's grasp.
your breath hitches, a small shudder traveling up your spine. your eyes locked on hers, your heart beating loud enough for the whole world to hear. ellie's eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to your eyes. "i've liked you for a while." you admit, knowing there was no going back at this point. "oh, yeah?" her voice was low, some would even describe as seductive. her thumb still lingering on your bottom lip. "yeah." you whisper back, your eyes now flickering down to her lips.
ellie's hand moves to your jaw. her eyes flicking down to your lips one last time before she leans down and presses her lips against yours. her lips are soft, just like you had imagined. she seems skilled, like she knew what she was doing and what the end goal was. a small smile forming on her face as she realizes you have no idea what you're doing. âlike this.â she mumbles against your lips acutely aware how clueless you were when it came to romance.
you follow her lead, doing your best to follow her lead. her free hand finding your waist, squeezing gently. you pull away, panting faintly. "i don't know.." you mumble, trailing off as ellie puts her lips back to yours. the hand that was on your jaw roaming to the back of your head, fingers getting tangled in your hair. "i know." ellie responds moments later, her lips brushing against your with each syllable. you couldn't comprehend what was happening, your mind going blank with ellie's lips on yours. she adored the way you looked at her. looking at her like you needed her.
she gently lays you back, grabbing the first pillow she could find and settling it under your head so you were comfortable. her thighs either side of your body, her body weight on top of you, giving you a cozy feeling you'd never experienced before. "you don't even know how long i've been wantin' to kiss your pretty lips..." she whispers, her bangs hanging in front of her face. you bring your hand up to her face, nervously tucking the hair behind her ear. "god, you're so fuckin'..." she stops, just taking a second to admire how alluring you looked under her.
her lips dip down to your neck, slowly biting and sucking on the skin. your breath hitches, a small whine pushing past your swollen lips. ellie groans against the skin of your neck. "make more of those pretty noises f'r me." she mumbles, hips rolling over yours, another whine spilling from you at the pleasurable feeling. ellie's kisses move away from your neck, down your body. trailing down your collarbone to your clothed chest to your stomach. her lips stop, hovering right above your pussy.
your heart was beating out of your chest, you back arching a little in anticipation. "how bad do you wan' it? tell me, baby. tell me how much you wan' me." she was totally and utterly obsessed with you, her mind becoming drunk by the thought of youâ the mere sight of you. "p-please, els..." you mumbled, voice timid from embarrassment. it was partially expected though, you'd never done anything like this. "i want you..." it was simple but effective, making ellie go feral for you. "fuckâ"
she lowers her lips to your pussy, kissing over the fabric of your shorts. watching her through hooded eyes, your pussy throbbing from her touch. "gonna eat this pussy s'good. show you what you've been missin' out on." she groans, the fabric of your shorts dampening as she trails her tongue over the sensitive area. ellie surprised herself, shocked that she was able to dirty talk to you so easily like this. your hips were writhing against the bed, more eager than you've ever been in your entire life. you felt dirty for wanting this, knowing that god was watching you become a total slut for ellie.
ellie's fingers hooked on your shorts, pulling them down slow as slow could be, chuckling as you whined. "ellie. ellie, please." you muttered, begging for her to hurry up. ellie's eyes rolled back, the sound of you begging getting her more aroused than she's ever been. no one's ever made her feel like this before. she was done with the teasing, if not for your sake but for hers. she pulled your shorts and underwear off swiftly, discarding them somewhere to find later.
her eyes locked on your bare pussy, fighting back a moan at the sight. "you've got me so fucked up, babe." she muttered, kissing around your thighs first. you were nervous, breath shallow and quick paced, hungry for ellie but embarrassed nevertheless. your voice was caught in your throat, blinking quickly as you watched ellie kiss all over your thighs. ellie looked up at you and you were able to see that she was just as nervous as you. "is this okay? you can tell me to stop." she sounded sincere, pushing aside her pure need to get your consent.
you nodded, not trusting your voice. "use your words like the good girl you are, yeah?" she's longing to just taste your glistening cunt. "yesâ yes, els. 't's okay..." she doesn't waste another second after hearing your shaky voice, tongue urgently dipping between your wet folds. you moan at the contact, feeling like you were on cloud 9. ellie's tongue presses flat against your clit, your hand clamping over your mouth. moans being muffled as ellie savors the sweet noises your dripping cunt was making.
ellie wasn't fond of you muffling your perfect little sounds, wanting to hear just how good she could make you feel. "let me hear you. don't make me punish you.." you don't move your hand away from your sinful mouth. your free hand finds ellie's, interlocking your fingers which she gladly accepts. "c'mon, baby. let me hear you." she encourages once more, lips moving against you with ease, mixture of your wetness and her spit. but to her dismay, you still ignored her commands. her free hand sliding your shirt up your body to expose your breasts, you were never one to wear a bra. her hand kneading the supple flesh, thumb running over your nipple.
she licks a strip from your entrance to your clit, making your thighs shake with immense pleasure. "wanna be a brat?" she mumbles into your pussy, looking up at you through her eyelashes, staring you down as her tongue circles your clit. "what is it they make you do in confession? hail mary's? 5 of 'em, now. or i stop." she smirks, watching the look in your eye become more flustered by her request. you slowly move your hand away from your mouth, not wanting this pleasure to ever stop.
"h-hail mary, full of graceâ" you cut yourself off with a moan, eyes squeezing shut as you lift your hips, pushing your cunt further into ellie's face. "get to ruin this pretty pussy." ellie groans. "keep goin'. don't stop." she aids you to continue, feeling your cunt flutter around her tongue. "the lord is withâ is with thee..." you continue, stuttering through the words. "good girl, keep goin' f'r me. let me hear you." she continues to egg you on, talking into your pussy. her own moans mixing in with the sound of yours.
"blessed art thouâ ellie, please..." you whine, squeezing her hand and throwing your head back into the pillow, back arching off the bed. "c'mon, pretty girl. blessed art thou..." you toes curl at her words and the feeling of her tongue teasing your entrance. "âamongst... amongst women..." you trail off, mind becoming to hazy to even remember the words to the prayer you've prayed everyday since you could talk. ellie smirked into your cunt, relishing in the feeling of being able to turn your mind into mush, being the only one able to turn your mind into mush.
your moans and whines became breathier and higher pitched with each flick of her tongue. your stomach twisting in an unfamiliar knot. "ah, ah, ellieâ" your thighs trying to clench together and push her head away, the feeling becoming too much. "you're gonna cum, baby?" she spreads your legs wider, her only greedy want is to make pleasure wash over you. "ellie! ellie! ellie!" you chant her name, eyes rolling back as the pleasurable wave of your orgasm finally hits you, moans loud and unfiltered.
"there we go... yeah, nice an' easy. fuck." she mutters, tongue fucking you through your high until your writhing and pushing her off of you. her lips relocating to your thighs and slowly working their way up to your pelvic bone, soft kisses against your skin. "tasted so good, baby. best pussy i've ever had." she praises, eager to show you just how much you pleasured her even though you technically didn't make her cum. "els..." you whined, face flushed a rosy red. "yeah, baby. 'm right here." she leaves a trail of kisses up your body as she reaches your lips, leaving a soft peck to let you know she was here. "does this mean you like me too...?" you asked innocently. "are you serious?"
another christian!reader x ellie williams fic!
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Joshua (SVT) | Hand sizes
fluff | 0.8k | gn!reader (but reader has smaller hands than shua)
A/N: SOMEONE (ehm ehm @hanniedream) mentioned shua's hands to me and now i wanna die
âYou know,â Joshua starts out of nowhere, pausing the show you were watching, and licks his lips, âYouâre literally dating me and you never asked for something the fans ask me for all the time.â
You scoff, but a smirk plays on your lips while you turn towards him. âIâd hope so. What kind of kinky shit is it?â
He rolls his eyes with a sigh. âItâs innocent, pervert.â
âOkay, sorry, what is it then?â
You watch with a confused frown as your boyfriend sets the remote down and shows his palm to you. When you donât catch on, he continues: âYou never asked to compare hand sizes with me.â
You blink at him a couple times with a deadpan expression.
âWeâre literally holding hands all the time.â
âYeah, but thatâs not the same,â he pouts and nods towards his hand. You quirk a brow at him.
âJoshua, I donât need to compare your hand with mine to know yours is enormous,â you try to say it gently, but the situation is too unserious. He shuffles closer to you, angling his whole body towards you. You watch with nothing but pure amusement as he huffs when you make no move to do the same, so he has to adjust his position, pull your legs up and over his own thighs and then pull you closer. âYouâre cute.â
âAnd youâre being difficult and mean,â he narrows his eyes at you.
âMean? Avoiding holding hands from now on would be mean,â you tease, relishing in the way his eyes widen and the disbelieving sigh from his lips, âBut Iâm not doing that, am I?â
âI bet you will though,â he murmurs, his lips pouted and his eyes holding the same hurt as a puppy that was denied treats. You sigh, reassuring him you wouldnât do that to him. âProve it then. Hold my hand, I dare you.â
Itâs a trap. Of course itâs a fucking trap. You know it, he knows it, he knows you know it, and you know he knows you know it. Everyone knows it.
Just the same as everyone should know that your very petty boyfriend will give you the cold shoulder while doing his best to pretend he isnât actually doing that if you refuse. Youâre also pretty sure the pout would get stuck on that pretty face, which might not be as bad, but itâd be one more thing for him to whine about. Again, not that bad. Why are you letting him manipulate you then?
You slide your hand into his extended one. In your last effort to get some control over this situation you pull his hand to your lips and slowly kiss his knuckles. âThere, Iâm holding your hand.â
Joshua smiles, leaning over your hands to kiss you, to connect your lips as well.Â
âThank you,â he coos sweetly, kissing your cheek right after.
And then, inevitably, he pulls aways and in one quick maneuver has your palm pressed against his. He chuckles like heâs surprised that his hand is bigger than yours. Honestly you wonder if thereâs anyone you know whose hands are bigger than your boyfriendâs. You smile at him fondly. Heâs so easy to please sometimes, acting like he pulled off some grand scheme when itâs just⌠this.
âWow,â he bites his lip and looks at you, âI won.â
âYeah, like, you won the genetic lottery in every way. What a surprise, I havenât noticed until now,â you roll your eyes, but you let him have his fun and donât pull your hand away just yet. He covers it with his, now his time to kiss the back of your hand and rub his cheek against it.
âSounds like youâre flirting with me,â he draws out the last syllable, grinning at you like you just admitted your darkest secret to him. Cute. Heâs being too cute.
âMaybe I am, maybe Iâm not. Can we go back to the show now?âÂ
You free your hand, only to change your mind at the last second - after seeing Joshua starting to pursue his lips again - and run it through his hair. You shake your head when he leans into your touch.
âSay you love me,â he demands softly.Â
âI love you,â you say with your hand cupping his cheek. He turns his head to press a kiss to your palm before helping you untangle yourself from him and pressing the play button.
It doesnât take long for him to pull you into his side and guide your head to his shoulder. Itâs the perfect position to see him bite back a smile when you hold his hand under the blanket.
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rapper!chris x singer!reader hcs
a/n: lowkey a collab with @bambi-slxt bc of all the headcanons she sent me LMAOO thank u sweets!! <3
SFW
chri$ is definitely one of the more "soft" rappers. everyone knows that hes a lovesick puppy for you. he doesnt have ONE line including the words "my bitch". instead he replaces them with "my girl" OR "my wife" :((
i think he would 100% make an album fully dedicated to you. kinda like tyler the creator's "call me if you get lost" in a way. for example, in the song "HEAVEN TO ME", tyler explains his dreams. chris would rap about all of the things he wants to do with you and how he sees you in his life forever
he has many features on peace on the beach with my peach since its partially about your guys' sweet relationship! theres moments in the record where there are beautiful beats paired with your heavenly vocals and cute voice cracks while chri$ is dropping barssss (ill make a post ab lyrics i think he'd add)
sososososo supportive of your creative journey. he was with you as you wrote and planned out your extremely personal debut. he even helped out at the studio :c
but then you started adventuring some time after your 2nd-3rd album. you started experimenting with different genres/styles. you created storylines and visuals along with your music.
out of the two of you, chri$ is definitely more famous. anyhow, he got invited to the met gala and had u has his plus one obviously, where you both looked drop dead gorgeous!! i literally cannot see him wearing a basic ass suit and tie to the met. he has to be on your level and match your uniqueness which make you two stand out so much!
when you both got up the steps, he was being interviewed by emma chamberlin, who was also a fan of his. she asked about the creative process of his newly released album and he totallyy put you in the spotlight, saying "yn helped me a lott honestly. she's... literally a genius." he grins, turning to you while keeping his hand on your waist.
you guys like toying with the paparazzi when they're bothering you. you goofballs make silly faces right in the cameras so they back off
one time when you were being interviewed, your sweet boy wrapped his arms around your waist as he listened to you talk. you were a little nervous and stuttered a bit, but chris consoled you by rubbing small circles into your waist and whispering a gentle "it's okay baby" to your ear.
you fangirl on stage when you catch your boyfriend's eyes in the front row. sometimes you entirely stop what you're singing just to giggle and squeal "hiiii honey!!" while twirling your hair like a little girl. the audience cheers with screams when they realize chris is with them in the crowd-- but feels like its only you two in the stadium when he blows you a kiss (some corny shit he never thought he'd do) and mouth the words "i love you".
for the holidays, u two visit homeless shelters and childrens hospitals and perform for everybody <3
imagine just hanging out at the studio with him and your guys' friends. he's manspreading on a leather couch while massaging your feet resting in his lap as you write lyrics in your lap, your friends helping you out as you do.
you knew that somewhere down the line there was going to be some kind of beef. a popular rapper decided to call out chris for something he did years ago as a literal child. you both ignore it until he sends out a tweet about you. something around, "nd his bitch bad asf id hit fs but she a fuckin weirdass childish mf"
you ignore the fact he called u a "weirdass childish mf", you cant care less, many people dont vibe with ur ideas and thats okay!
u do however care about how his girlfriend would react to seeing him wanting to fuck you. and you'd met her before too, she was a little snobbish, but respectful nonetheless. you joked to your boyfriend about dropping your own diss track on him, but he actually seem intrigued. you shut it down almost immediately though, you didn't wanna make something small such a big deal
but at the next big event you guys went to, you found the rapper's girlfriend and showed her his tweet. she thanked you with a furious scowl on her face before she ran off and slapped the shit out of him in front of everybody
chris gets a custom made $5k chain that has ur name and little details that remind him of u around it :((
NSFW
speaking of that chain, he wears it whenever he pounds into you so you'll be reminded of how he's yours.
chris loves ur vocals so much on stage! he finds them beautiful, but he loves them even more in bed.
"cmon mama lemme hear that pretty voice"
in fact, you two created a song just to have playing in the background while you two get intimate
chris audio recorded him eating u out once and you saying, "oh, fuck chris, it's so good!" and he decided to use that as an adlib in his favorite songs OR disses he wrote about someone being a jerk to u
watching chris perform did things to you. seeing him sweat, brushing his gorgeous hair out of his face, putting in so much energy into his performance... it's intoxicating! sometimes you wish he'd just drop the mic, pull you onstage, and make love to you infront of the world.
he talks about marrying you while he's balls deep inside of your wet cunt :( saying how he wants to drop a humongous bag on your ring, give you the wedding of your dreams, and how he desperately wants to hear "missus sturniolo" from others' mouths
chris will totally pop up behind stage after a show and guide you to your dressing room not so subtly. you apologize to your manager before rushing to your private room like a giddy teenager. "wanna see her sweetheart, she wet for me righ' now? oh, there she is.." he coos as he bends down to his knees right in front of your pussy when you pull down your pretty pink stage costume.
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I have an idea for a smutty dark/Dom Tommy fic if you're open to writing it! I'm not sure on a plot but involing him wearing and keeping on his leather gloves, thank you in advance!!!
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Not a virgin anymore
(credits to the owner of the gif)
â Pairing: Dark!Tommy Shelby X Finn's girlfriend!Reader
â Warnings: smut, age gap (both off age), fingering, dry humping, mean Tommy
â Summary: Tommy checks if Finn's girl is as pure as he claims.
â Note: Sorry if it took me so long. A huge thank you to @mrkdvidal1989 that helped me so much, you helped me so much with my mood and the writing of this. Thank you đ Also It's pretty much a collab.
âI think I wanna marry herâ Finn informed his brothers without being able to hold back a bright grin, his eyes scanning them as he waited for a reply, any advice or.. a comment of any kind at least.
He knew that he was quite young to think about marriage, since he hit adulthood just two years before, but the emotions he felt for this young woman were true.
As no one opened their mouths to say something, just continuing to glance at each other, Finn spoke up again âI fookinâ love herâ his mood still so eager and happy.. like a puppy in love.
Still nothing, everyone was mostly waiting for Thomas to say something, but the older man kept staring blankly at his younger brother, seated on his armchair.. legs open and arms resting there, supporting his head and cigarette as if he was lost in thoughts.
âNothing to say?â Finn asked, getting impatient, his eyes glancing between the older ones, Tommy and Arthur.
As the youngest brother got clearly frustrated, Arthur cleared his throat.
âHmm⌠you fookinâ know her for how long, eh? Nearly six months?â he reminded his brother, mocking him before being interrupted quickly
 âSO? When John married he didnât even know Esmeâs damn name!â Finn quickly pointed out, already getting riled up by the situation.Â
Fin always did that. Hating how his brothers treated him because of the age difference, completely oblivious to the fact that he⌠was acting very childish too often for Tommy to see him as an equal to John or Arthur.Â
His poorly thought-out decisions and lack of discipline when it came to listening to orders of his older brothers were playing a huge part in how Thomas viewed him.Â
âHave you thought about the responsibilities that come with becoming a Shelby, Fin? Have you already introduced them to your chosen one? Risk Our ways and how we deal with things?.. Have you thought about that? Huh?â He pressed, leaning forward as his patience ran short with how snappy Fin was. Lack of respect was just another thing he despised in his younger brother.
âI-IâŚâ The young man stammered out, looking for any line to defend himself.. unsuccessfully, making Thomas scoff while putting out his cigarette into an ashtray.Â
âWhatâs her name again?...â He rasped out, his now free hand tapping impatiently against the fabric of the armchair, his cold gaze piercing his brother's face without a hint of any positive emotions.
âY/n..Y/n Y/l/nâ Finn replied in a murmur, his older brotherâs comments affecting him more than he wished they would.Â
The name kept repeating in Thomasâ head, before a cocky amused smirk cracked his serious expression.
âNow I get why yer want to marry herâ he chuckled bitterly leaning forward, face to face with Finn.Â
âSheâs as good as her mother, eh?â he asked mockingly, pouring himself a glass of whiskey âYou donât marry whores, you just tame them, Finn. Am I right?â he asked his other two brothers with amusement in his voice, not really expecting an answer.
His mischievous mood changed quickly as Finn suddenly got up from his seat.
âSheâs not!.. Sheâs not like her mother.. She's a good girl, goes to church, helps around and works in the local bakery." The youngest Peaky Blinder informed them, narrowing his eyes at Tommyâs reaction. Watching with a clenched jaw as the older man hummed mockingly, gulping fast down the strong drink before he spoke again, not changing his attitude.
 âA good girl, huh⌠I betâ, making the other laugh at Finn as well.
âItâs true! You⌠Iâll make you fookinâ meet herâ
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It took him just a couple of days to organise a meeting between them, inviting them all to her house. It was a pretty cosy, little, modest house settled in Small Heath. Nothing fancy but it was visible that the people living there were doing their very best to keep it nice.Â
The male part of the family of Shelby's stood on the porch on the agreed day and time.Â
Their expensive suits looking odd contrasting with the domestic and homey look of the building and little wooden decorations standing in the garden.Â
Finn was smiling, standing at the forefront of the group while Arthur and John kept joking back and forth, in front of Tommy, whose face remained serious and uninterested as he waited.Â
After knocking on the door, they didn't have to wait long before an old woman, probably in her 60s, appeared in the doorway. A friendly smile lingering on her wrinkled face that looked great accompanied by the dark pink dress she wore.
âGood morning, Misterâ She spoke up seeing Finn, earning a polite smile from him. They clearly had met each other previously, so she wasn't very alarmed by the sight of four men in suits standing at the door. âGood morning, nanaâ Finn greeted, removing his hat for respect, cleaning his shoes before entering the familiar house, heading directly towards the living room.Â
John was the next to enter the house, along with Arthur, a smirk still on his face due to the jokes they were sharing previouslyÂ
âGood morning, naâ Mrs. Y/l/nâ he corrected himself quickly as Arthur slapped the back of his head âBe fookinâ politeâ he murmured under his breath, smiling at the older woman before kissing her hand as he bowed his head slightly âGood morning, maâam, thank you for inviting us into your houseâ he stated, winking before following the direction Finn took, not noticing the weird side eye Tommy gave him as he cleaned his soles before walking in as well with the same unbothered expression.Â
âMorninââ Thomas nodded, keeping his cap on. After all he didn't come here for a tea, he had his own purpose.Â
Purpose of proving Finn how wrong he was when it comes to little Y/n.Â
The older womanâs eyes widened as she felt the weird, intimidating aura surrounding the middle brother. Mumbling her greeting, she quickly disappeared into the kitchen, chatting with Arthur and John as she put the kettle on the stove.Â
As Finn tried to head towards the same direction, Tommy's calloused hand grabbed his shoulder roughly. Turning him to face him, he leaned to his level. The serious and business expression on his face.Â
âIâm going to have a chat with your little fiancĂŠ, eh? You stay there and entertain the old woman and your brothers while I check if she is who you say she is.â he stated harshly in a fierce voice, his eyes glancing at the older woman and back at him before messing up his hair as if he was still a child.Â
Ignoring completely the worried expression on his face, because Thomas was aware that Finn knew better than to ask questions.Â
The younger brother stood still for a moment before nodding with a resigned expression, turning around and slowly walking away towards the kitchen. Practically leaving his girlfriend in the lion's mouth.Â
It was Tommyâs first time in that house so he didnât really know where to go, luckily for him Y/nâs soft voice led him to what it looked like a small studio. A pretty dark room, with only one window which was close, it was decorated with lots of books and a wooden desk where the young woman was standing behind, holding an old phone, busy talking with someone.
âYes, aunty. I'll let her knowâ she replied with a smile, despite the fact that the person on the other side of the phone couldn't see it, her hand busy playing with the tiny golden chain with a cross. Her eyes moving from the spot she was staring at to move closer to the desk âI have to leave you now, we were supposed to have guests today.. I think they are here alreadyâ she informed her, glancing towards the door, getting startled by Tommyâs figure standing there as if he owned the place.
He didnât say anything to interrupt her call, his gloved hands just woven together in front of him, his head tilted to the side as he watched the girl.Â
âI love you too, auntie. Byeâ she murmured, hanging up the call to give Tommyâs her complete attention
 âMr Shelbyâ Welcome, I didnât hear you come inâŚâ she started, eyeing him suspiciously, her innocent girl facade. staring back at him.
âNana doesnât like when people wear caps inside of her house⌠itâs a way to show respectâ she pointed out, already a bit annoyed by his attitude. Thomas chuckled hearing her words, as he adjusted the peaky cap on his head.
âNana didn't offer me a cup of tea, which isn't really polite either, eh?â He spoke up with a hint of mockery before entering her room and closing the door behind, making sure to lock it.
âSheâs probably still preparing it, we have fresh baked cookies, though.â Y/n pointed out as her expression softened. Her demeanour changed as she tried to keep her temper down. It should have been a calm day but a lot of things that set her off happened, so she wasnât in the right state of mind to deal with Tommy fucking Shelby.
Be proper, Y/n thought just like she was always told. Plastering a small smile on her face, her eyes moving from Thomasâ face to the door and back. âThey are in the living room, sir,âÂ
Tommy chuckled at her words, walking slowly further into her room, looking around with a grin as he hummed.Â
âThat's one way to decorate a girl's room, eh?â He scoffed, eyeing her suggestively, touching the colourful figurines standing on shelves. âDefinitely furnished to be a whore's own.â he casually pointed out, checking the books casually. âGuess they paid your mom good enough, huh? Family business it is, sweetheart?â the older man moved his gaze towards her standing form, smirking amused at her blank stare.
âPardon?â she stuttered out through her utter shock, her head tilting to the side.âYou here to disrespect a dead woman, Mr Shelby? If so.. You can fucking leave!â she spat out angrily, staring blankly at him for a couple of minutes before sighing and looking away, playing nervously with her cross while she headed to the door.
âMy condolences⌠Iâm here because of the sick idea you put in my little brotherâs headâ Tommy spoke in an emotionless tone, reaching for a pack of cigarettes in his pocket.. Lighting one without even asking for approval.
âFinn talked about you quite a lot lately, speaking about how pure, innocent, religious⌠and a good girl you are. You got him quite smitten, eh?â Thomas pointed out after inhaling deeply, his hand rubbing his chin âWell⌠what I was wondering about was how much of this is actually true.â He murmured, meeting her gaze with a smirk as he moved closer, hand reaching for her chin. âHow much of a little saint you actually are, eh? Sweetheart.â he added, blowing out the smoke in her face, his fingers digging painfully into her skin as she looked into his empty, blue eyes.Â
Y/nâs eyebrows furrowed at his harsh tone, her eyes narrowing as her mouth remained shut. Struggling in his grip, she tried to free herself, unsuccessfully.Â
She was losing her patience quite quickly and it wasn't something that happened frequently⌠but there she was, angrily standing in front of what was the most feared man of Birmingham.
âI am.. I'm.. intact, if that's your concern, Mr. Shelbyâ She informed him in a sarcastically pleasant tone, a hint of harsh arrogance clear as day, caused by how annoyed she was by the conversation they were having.Â
Her small hands curling into fists, squeezing tightly when Tommy just nodded almost mockingly, his icy stare moving across her body slowly, carefully measuring each part of her body. Not worried about gentlemanly manners, Thomas stared, as if he was checking her out.
âSureâ he simply said, the tone of his voice intact, but the look in his blue eyes wasn't trying to hide how little he believed her. Putting out his cigarette, he threw it on the floor while keeping eye contact, showing disrespect to her words and the place she lived. Simply because he could.Â
Y/n gasped at his behaviour, quickly moving towards his silhouette as she pushed her finger against his chest, threatening.
âI fucking am, fucking check if you donât believe me.â she whispered yelled, staring in his eyes boldly as he looked down at her, not a single emotion visible on his face. Almost like he was a statue carved from stone.
Tommyâs eyebrows raised slightly, his cold stare piercing her own, before lowering down to her chest which kept heaving with her deep breaths, caused purely by the anger she felt.Â
His hand moved to the edge of her dress, grabbing onto the fabric as he tried to raise it up, making Y/n realise his intention quickly and act impulsively⌠her hand made an impact with his cheek suddenly, throwing his face to the side slightly. Only after a second she realised what she's done, eyes widening in fear at the sight of his skin turning red.
The loud noise echoing in the room, as Tommyâs, now, dark gaze met her fearful eyes. Not a word was exchanged as his hands grabbed her roughly when she tried to escape from him, manhandling her smaller body harshly against the wooden surface of the desk. One hand kept her body flat against it, pressing painfully on the centre of her back, while his other gloved hand pulled up her dress.. revealing her white panties to him.
A hum of approval escaped his lips as he kneaded her flesh, ignoring her whimpers and pleads to stop. The view in front of him, so strangely innocent and pure, made his cock hardening in his pants, in a quite painful way.Â
Lowering his icy eyes with his hand he moved her thighs apart, rubbing slowly two thick fingers against her clothed folds.
âLook at that, already wetâ he cooed mockingly as he moved his fingers, spreading her wetness by using the fabric of her panties.Â
His left hand digging in the flesh of her covered back, to hold her down and to keep his urges under control. It took much more self-control than he thought it would, not expecting that a girl that pretty would take interest in his inexperienced little brother.
Her eyes were tightly shut, forcing her mouth to stay closed, to make sure she wasn't making any noises. Her mind was a mess as his hands travelled down her heat, touching the places that nobody else ever saw.Â
As soon as his thumb pressed on her clit, her hips involuntarily jerked forward as she bit her bottom lip, trying to muffle the sigh that so desperately tried to escape her lips.
âSo needy, eh? What would your grandma think?â Thomas chuckled, feeling how her body tensed, her hands trying to reach him, and push him off, unsuccessfully.
The young woman was so focused on trying to make him stop that she didnât notice the moment when he pulled her panties to the side, allowing the cold breeze of the room to hit her wet bare pussy.Â
âNo, pleaseâ sir!â she yelled in a moment of panic, Tommyâs free hand quickly covering her mouth as he toyed with her folds, opening her so that he could take a look that sent shivers down his spine. That sure was a pretty pussy, he thought while daring to move his index finger to her entrance.Â
Her sweet nectar wetting his gloved hand, making it even more noticeable âLook at you, sweetheartâ he cooed mockingly again, as his finger pushed slightly deeper, in need to find out the truth.
Angling it slightly to the side, with a tip of his digit he could feel the thin barrier that was in the way of her tight tunnel.
Shaking his head, he leaned towards her, his wet lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
âSo innocent, aren't you? Such a small, untouched cunt.â He breathed out, the urge to fuck her becoming increasingly stronger.
Letting out a breath, he pressed his index finger inside without even warning her⌠just grunting quietly into her ear, as she bit down his hand because of the pain.
So tight and warm, he thought. Tommy could feel how wet she was as he moved his gloved finger against her walls, biting on his bottom lip as he kept going further.
By the way she was moving it looked like it hurt her, as if she was feeling the burning sensation. One felt by a pure woman when her cherry was about to be popped.
âI guess you were right, honeyâ Tommy hummed, now circling her clit with her gloved hand, his middle finger helping his index one to feel her hymen before pressing against it harshly. Leather covering his hands caused his fingers to appear even thicker, stretching her pussy out so much that they both had to fight the urge to groan at the feeling.Â
Tommy's cock was fully hard at this point, leaking with precum into his underwear as his fingers explored the depths of her virgin pussy.
His eyes daring to close, so that his mind could wander in places it shouldnât. The mere thought of his thick cock wrapped and squeezed for dear life by her pussy was driving him wild, making his finger start to thrust faster as he moved his hips against nothing, just unable to fight the fantasy that he was inside of her precious cunt.
âFuck, thatâs it, honeyâ he praised, moving his wrist in a quick motion, leaning closer again. His hot breath hitting her neck with each exhale. âI knew you were a little slut.â He rasped out in a shaky voice, struggling to keep his composure while feeling her pussy clench down on his fingers like a vice.Â
âCan feel your filthy cunt squeezing my fingers. Yer fookinâ close, arenât ye?â he growled in a low tone, parroting back mockingly her noises of pleasure.Â
Y/n cried out at the humiliation and the overwhelming feeling in her lower belly. Despite her desperate attempts to not give into it, she couldn't fight it as he kept fucking her with his thick, gloved fingers.
âGive it to me. Stop fighting it.â He commanded through his teeth, as he felt his cock throbbing impatiently in his pants, demanding attention.Â
âN-no!â She pleaded quietly, trying her best to suppress the tension that pushed her on the edge of her first orgasm. Breathing deeply, she caught his wrist, trying to stop him, but Tommy just laughed quietly.Â
âThere you goâ He whispered, leaving a small kiss on her temple before shoving his fingers knuckle deep, fucking her with hard and quick strokes, curling his fingers up to hit her g spot with each thrust.Â
His other hand was clamped over her mouth, which she ended up biting as he made her cum so hard, that just a couple seconds into the orgasm, her body shook and vision went blurry as her juices shot out on his hand, wetting his glove when she squirted for the very first time in her life.Â
Y/nâs eyes rolled in the back of her head as she trembled, muscles relaxing as the feeling got⌠way too much. She was too long gone in her pleasure to notice at first the sound of his belt clicking open, the zip of his pants being pulled down with the fabric, so that his cock was finally free.Â
After licking his gloves from her wetness, he grabbed a hold of her hips, pressing his rock hard cock against her flesh, hsi eyes fluttering shut when he started to move his hips. Grinding at an animalistic pace, his main goal his own pleasure.
He needed to rub his cock, keeping it squeezed tightly between their bodies, for a couple of minutes to finally shoot his load on her lower back.
As they both breathed heavily, he moved carefully away from her, gathering his cum with his hand to shove it in her mouth before fixing his suit and walking out of the room without a word.
He walked followed with the same powerful aura, at a fast pace towards the front doorÂ
âLetâs goâ Thomas ordered his brothers while walking to the front door, patting Finnâs shoulder with a serious expressionÂ
âSheâs not a virgin⌠anymoreâ he informed him as he stole a cookie and walked out, nodding at the old lady with a crooked grin.Â
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Bucky Barnes is the best super soldier
How it was subtly emphasized in The Falcon and The Winter Soldier:
He always holds back
With the Flag Smashers and even with John Walker. We could see the difference in the last 3 episodes. Sebastian Stan did an incredible job making it clear in a subtle way.
I want to mention that famous "Stay there" scene, and how it was visible Bucky was not punching as hard as he can in the fight with John.)
This is the thing about Bucky, he isn't after the kill, he just does his part. He doesn't try to show off his skills or that he is a good guy. He doesn't try to play the victim role, either. In the scene where Zemo fake-activates the Winter Soldier in Madripoor, he just makes a point. He's obviously not even trying hard.
If he wanted those in the club dead, they would be. But his self control was wow. Sebastian acted so well, his exes said everything.
*And to be honest, even when he was TWS, he could have killed everyone, but he didn't. He could have killed all of the Avengers in Civil War is they were his mission, but they weren't. This is how Natasha survived when she met him, too. It depended on what kind of mission he had (if he wasn't allowed to be seen, then the witnesses would die too, but otherwise? He didn't bother).
2. His skills
People tend to forget how smart and good at making strategies Bucky is. He's been fighting (even though he hates fighting and never wanted to be in the army) for years before he was even captured by Hydra. And this is the reason why government still want him, after all. They can use his strategies as a leader (*cough* Thunderbolts *cough*).
In the last episodes of TFATWS, we could see how he outsmarted everyone. Karli was so terrified of him.
3. Karli Morgenthau
And talking about Karli, the phone call was interesting:
She asked him if he's not tired of fighting for the wrong side, and then told him she's fighting for something bigger than herself.
"And with all the bodies you've collected, have you ever been able to say the same?"
The first thing I wanna point out is how everyone talks about the deaths Bucky caused when he was controlled by Hydra, but everyone ignores the fact that all the Avengers killed far more, but since we consider them the good side, we just don't care.
Clint, Tony, Steve, Wanda etc. They all cause(d) far more deaths than "two dozen" (known assassinations - to quote Natasha), and neither was controlled. The double standards are something else, especially for Clint. (One of the reasons why Tony was on the other side in CW was because of his guilt, after all.)
The second point is how Bucky's answer says a lot more than we might realize at first:
"You don't think I ever fought for something bigger than myself? That's all I ever tried to do, and I failed twice."
Even as TWS, Bucky had to be convinced he is on the right side, that what they do is to save the world, to give "the world the freedom it deserves".
Even brainwashed and put to sleep all the time, he had to be lied to. Bucky as TWS was a victim too. He is not a victim only because he didn't have memories or control, but also because they lied to him and used him as a toy. That milk scene is so loud. (And I am gonna talk about it in a different post). He had no rights, no choices. He was used to being tortured.
[And I wish they explored it more. We deserved and deserve a WS film - maybe with him in Romania getting back his memories, writing in his journal etc.]
"You think your cause justifies all this death, but in the end, the nightmares won't go away. You're gonna remember all the ones you killed. Trust me. Don't do this. Don't go down this path."
Despite being on opposite sides, Bucky still said this to Karli, trying to help her, to make her see the big picture, sharing how he felt and feels.
He is on "the right side". He is a hero, and Bucky being thanked by that man for saving everyone's life was touching.
4. Baron Zemo
You can see how smart, strong, and rational Bucky is when he decides to break Zemo out of jail (his plan was amazing too), risking so much (his relationship with Wakanda people and his own freedom) to get his help for the mess. He puts the cause above his own (huge) trauma. And this makes that moment in Madripoor even more disgusting (he is treated as an object, as a toy):
Zemo: Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum. And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.
The way he keeps his composure, reacts and manages the situation... absolutely incredible!
This conversation also says a lot:
Zemo: The desire to become a superhuman cannot be separated from supremacist ideals. Anyone with that serum is inherently on that path.
Bucky: Maybe you're wrong, Zemo. The serum never corrupted Steve.
Zemo: TouchĂŠ. But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?
Bucky positions himself below Steve, who's considered a good hero, a good person... like no other. But Steve never had to go through what Bucky did: from being kidnapped like that, to being tested on, to falling off the train, to being tortured, and used, and brainwashed for decades, and put to sleep when he was not needed and having n "keepers".
Also, interesting how all Steve wanted was to fight (for a good cause, but still)... and fighting still means violence, meanwhile Bucky never wanted to fight, not even before becoming TWS, in the army (and yet he is still great at fighting. And he is deadly, even when he holds back.). All he wanted was peace.
Despite not getting the "perfect serum", despite being brainwashed, put to sleep, and forced to fight for decades, he is still himself. He never gave in to the dark side for real. He fought in his own way. The first thing he did when he woke up was to choke the Hydra guy with a whole new arm!
Bucky is so underrated: from his intelligence and fighting skills, to how human he is. Being flawed, keeping his sassiness and charm from the 40s, but getting more mature and carrying his past on his shoulders... he's so relatable and real. And every day, he shows Zemo he is wrong.
The show he makes in his final scene with Zemo is absolutely fantastic. He doesn't just prove the point he isn't defined by the serum and Hydra (AND not even by Steve, thanks to Sam. His speech made him realize the important thing about himself: that he decides who he is, not others - even those who know him before becoming TWS- "And this might be a surprise, but it doesn't matter what Steve thought. You gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are." parallel to "Steve believed in you. He trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason. That shield, that is⌠that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield, and you threw it away like it was nothing. [...] So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me."), but also that he is superior.
When Zemo tells him that he decided to let him alive (probably so he can kill Karli) and basically calls him a killing machine: "programmed to kill", Bucky plays the role, lets Zemo talk him into killing Karli, and then Bucky watches him waiting for his own death.
[Also, Bucky's line: Imagine my relief is hilarious.]
The acting was incredible: the shock on Zemo's face and the amusement and somehow relief on Bucky's after he pulls the trigger and lets the bullets fall... He proved him he's THE standard of the super soldier. Because despite everything he went through, he is the best.
Zemo telling him to cross his name off felt like a fresh start (+ telling Nakajima the truth).
5. John Walker
John, on the other hand, is lucky Bucky is an understanding person. He gets what is like... the pressure, the environment, the loss, and even tries to help.
Bucky: Don't go down that road. Believe me, it doesn't end well.
John: I'm not like you!
Of course he is not like Bucky, because Bucky has control. He is not killing to get revenge in a cynical way.
"That serum doesn't exactly have a great track record."
John kept judging Bucky every time they spoke, somehow placing himself above this "broken" man.
"This is all really easy for you, isn't it? All that serum runnin' through your veins. Barnes, your partner needs backup in there. Do you really want his blood on your hands?"
This is so wrong on every single level, especially because Bucky didn't choose to take the serum, and he always had his friends' back. He's loyal and ready to sacrifice himself.
The "funny" part about this is John ending up taking the last super soldier serum vial. All the judgement, the disgust, the patronizing tone, just to do that. Plus, of course, to kill someone with the shield.
(John proves Zemo's point about super soldiers, and Bucky does the opposite.)
And what is it easy for Bucky anyway?
He's under government conditions (so CACW coded), he has a vibranium arm that I bet the government would try to take after he dies (HOPEFULLY WHEN HE'S 200 YEARS OLD IN HIS BED, as Sebastian wants too) if he isn't in Wakanda, he is haunted by nightmares (which also can mean he is still Hydra's TWS in another universe as we found out from Strange), and he has to learn how to live for real. He's smart, charismatic, has values and principles, and he's incredible.
We need to see his version of TWS going after everyone Hydra helped. TWS is him, a part of him, and doing that on his terms, having control over it would help him heal.
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heeseung is for ,,,
heeseung!! �� jay ⢠jake ⢠sunghoon ⢠sunoo ⢠jungwon ⢠ni-ki
a/n. the last installment of this little series! thank u for being patient hee loves, i hope that this was worth the wait ^^
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heeseung is for those with the most contagious laughter, everyone is victim to laughing along at the slightest giggle of theirs.
heeseung is for those who HEAVILY judge their friends' significant others because they understand how they need to be treated and won't settle for anything less for them.
heeseung is for those who go hard at karaoke, even if they don't particularly sound the best. it's only straight vibes as soon as the mic reaches their grasp~
heeseung is for those take the lead when no one else wants to (who will sacrifice their own comfort for yours?) ((i know heeseung would)).
heeseung is for those who will go out occasionally on weekends, but mostly prefer staying in to either play games or doomscroll on SNS.
heeseung is for those who are always compared to their "smarter" or "more talented" relatives (comparison is a thief of joy; you are perfectly fine as is no matter what anyone says).
heeseung is for those who are hesitant to love shamelessly because the possibility of them getting hurt outweighs everything else (may someone who gives you that security to love freely come along soon, if they haven't already)((how's that avoidant attachment style going for you?)).
heeseung is for those who should just rest tonight because there will be chances to try again tomorrow and the days that follow (you have worked tiredlessly, get some shut eye).
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a/n. and~~ this series is wrapped up! thank u for all the love thus far <33 i am endlessly thankful for all of the kind words in regards to this series ^^ my requests are also open, so pls tell me what u guys wanna see next!! until next time ><
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16
â 01. THE BEGINNING
NEXT PART â [ SERIES MASTERLIST ]
summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles.
content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as youâd like! some cursing.
note: hiii i love being a little delulu, so i had to do this. it is also my first time doing a smau for the f1 fandom, so be kind with me! if you see some mistakes please know that english is not my first language and i noticed them once everything was finished, lol. âĄ
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user1 Alex x Y/N content incoming????
user2 they haven't been seen together in a while
user3 i don't think they're friends anymore
user4 he left a comment lol
alex_albon brownie's the real star in this pic
yourusername forget about pic credits.
user5 she was in greece a couple of days ago, oh to be rich
user6 and pretty
user7 and have famous friends
user8 and BE famous
williamsracing Thanks for accepting our invitation, we can't wait to have you with us this weekend!
alex_albon YOUR invitation???
user9 we're sleeping in the fact that she's gonna be in the paddock this weekend for the first time
user10 she's living the dream
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yourusername i only came here to drink and watch guys in very fast cars.
đ¸: @alex_albon who i had to physically drag out of his hotel room after free practice was over.
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user11 caption is so real
user12 she's just like us fr
tchalamet call me next time you're in nyc
user13 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
user14 timmy is doing what all of us want to do
haileybieber pretty girl
user15 idk abt u guys but i see lando in the likes đ
user16 don't read too much into it
user17 theyâre probable friends
user18 i wanna be her
alex_albon i'm so good at taking pics i should dedicate my life to photography
yourusername please stick to driving
user19 i want their friendship :(
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there is no cause in calling or messaging alex, you know he will not answer. not when qualy is just an hour away and he needs to be prepared.
you donât know where you are. you see the main entrance a couple of meters away, but you canât remember where to go from there. but you also canât stand all day in a place you donât know, surrounded by fans and people too eager to notice how lost you look. the best you can do is walk around and find your way back; if you have any luck youâll find alexâs garage before he has to go out. to wish him luck and punch him in the face.
you send him one last message, promising to make his life a living hell, and put your phone away.
youâre trying to follow the path you remember in your head, when someone comes barreling into you.
âhey!â the person says a little out of breath. âi was just looking for you.â
you take off your sunglasses to get a better look and it dawns on you that you definitely know this person. or at least youâve seen him countless of times in your tv, sometimes in alexâs instagram stories too.
âcharles!â you really donât know him, this is definitely the first time you are speaking to him, but youâve never been so happy to see someone you barely know before. âoh my god, you wonât believe what alex did to me.â
âi know,â he says immediately and you furrow your eyebrows. he shows you his phone, as if that will tell you what you need to know, but when you donât speak, he smiles hesitantly. you donât know if the blush on his cheeks is because he was running to get to you or if itâs for a whole different reason. âi saw your story and thought maybe i could help you?â
you process his words for a few seconds, until you realize who really is in front of you. âoh my god, charles!â you exclaim a little louder, drawing attention, and you witness how people begin to notice charlesâ presence because of that. he looks at you with confusion on his face, race suit hanging low around his waist. âyouâre not supposed to be here, you should be in your car.â
charlesâ blush deepens. âyeah,â he says, scratching his neck and avoiding your gaze. âbut i couldnât leave a pretty girl here all alone.â
now itâs your turn to blush, cheeks heating up so much that youâre sure everyone around you can see it.
âletâs go, please. i donât want to be the reason why youâre gonna be scolded for.â
you walk beside him, trying to give him space as he takes selfies with a few fans that have the courage to approach him. however, charles apologizes with a smile when he sees you a couple of meters away and, as you walk side by side, you canât help but notice heads turning in your direction and whispers of your name and his.
you fall into an easy conversation that ends up sooner than youâd have liked. but you donât part ways until his number is on your phone and the promise to text him on your lips.
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yourusername what an incredible weekend! i got to attend my first GP thanks to @/williamsracing (and alex too, he gets mad if i donât say he had to do with it) and meet new and amazing people. letâs hope this is not the last. đď¸đ¤đź
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user20 SHE LOOKED SO BEAUTIFUL
user21 mother is mothering
williamsracing Oh no, thank YOU for accepting our invitation and enjoying with us, even if you got lost for a minute. đ
yourusername it was all alexâs fault
alex_albon NO DON'T LISTEN TO HER, THEY ARE FRAMING ME !!!!
user22 everybody calm down⌠CHARLES IS IN HER LIKES
user23 so itâs true what everyoneâs been saying? they were together on saturday???
user24 idk but there are pics of them walking together
user25 not my boyfriend trying to steal my girlfriend
romeestrijd you need to take me w you next time. â¤ď¸âđĽ
yourusername we'll have so much fun!
user26 does this mean you're going to the next race?
user27 why do people always assume a driver's dating someone when they like a pic??? uâre acting crazy
user28 like friendships between a man and a woman exists, HELLO !?!?
charles_leclerc thanks for stopping by.
user29 CHARLES WHAT
user30 Stopping by where?
user31 what do you mean?? i mean what do you- what do you mean??
user32 not Y/N replying to all her friends comments and not charles' đ¤Łđ¤Ł
user33 she's too much for him
user34 HE'S too much for her x
note: ups, hello to you again⌠if you make it here, thank u sm! let me give you a lil kiss on the forehead. btw iâm planning on making this a series, so if you liked it please let me know. and if you want to request something, feel free! comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated. đŤśđź
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Wine Drunk
Word Count - 3600
Warnings - drinking I guess but that's kind of in the title so none.
Summary - A night filled with being wine drunk with Quinn at the lake house and he's letting you live out almost all your creative impulsive ideas.
Author's Note - Just thank you for reading, I've been missing writing for Quinn so I figured I'd throw this together. Also I couldn't contain myself writing this when it came to Trevor and Cole and if your not new here, you will know exactly why as you read this.
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It was one of those rare nights in the summer lakehouse, where the only people around were people that Quinn considered family. It was nice to be able to see everyone in the summer but just a night where you didnât feel like you needed to play hostess and could relax was sometimes needed. The only people in the house were you, Quinn, his brothers, Cole and Trevor - chosen family. Although if asked Quinn would not count Trevor as family, but he was considered family to Jack which by extension meant Quinn but if asked would probably refuse to comment. He still hated Trevor for never being able to shut up, although even he will admit heâs more quiet when Cole is around.Â
Spending the night getting wine drunk with your boyfriend, and hanging out with the boys by the fire is sometimes needed. But, the thing about wine that you always seem to forget is how getting tipsy off wine is different. One moment you feel completely sober and the next your one drink away from going ânight nightâ.Â
That small fact you seemed to forget is how you got here, trying to convince Quinn that it was a great idea for Trevor to teach you how to do a backflip. âPlease Quinny, heâs so good at them.â you begged it was obvious to everyone around minus you and Trevor how intoxicated you both were. âHeâs the only one who knows how and I wanna learn.â whining towards the end of another act that tells Quinn just how drunk you are.
Quinn, still sitting in his lawn chair, simply pulls you down to sit in his lap. âNo not safe babyâ he tried to reason but you were still softly protesting while he wrapped you in his arms trying to get you to stop moving. Trevor was also protesting, except he was hushed up quickly when they mentioned his old ankle injury and how he said it hurt after training this morning. Â
âMan fuck you guys! Iâve been doing them all summer.â he yells. Everyone could tell he was gonna put on a further protest but the pointed look from Cole and Quinn was enough for his ass to sit down right where it was, which just so happened to be on the grass in front of Cole. Trevor was pretty drunk and decided holding his own head up was too much work and used Coleâs legs as a backrest.Â
Still in that fidgety state, you struggled to stay still espically since you were still annoyed Quinn âstopped me and Trevs fun.â As the boys started getting lost in their own conversation, truly not paying attention to them. An idea popped into your head, a compromise if you will. If Quinn wasnât going to let you do flips with Trevor you could just do them on Quinn. Immediately you got up from Quinnâs lap, the quick movement you could tell startled Quinn but he didnât say anything.Â
âIâm doing a flip, watch me.â in your head you sounded a lot more badass and clear spoken than you actually did. All the boys could understand was âIâm flap watch.â Before Quinn knew it you were facing him and diving head first into his lap, trying to kick your feet up in the process. Quinn truly didnât know how to respond except to put his hands on your waist to try to support your weight.Â
âBaby whatcha doing?â he asked softly. He wasnât annoyed but he also didnât seem very amused.Â
âObviously flips! ME NEXT!â Trevor yelled as he decided to stand up and turn around facing Cole similar to how you did to Quinn a few moments ago.Â
âNot a chance bud.â Cole deadpanned. Trevor immediately frowned, mumbling about how no one cares about if he has fun tonight and sits back down on the grass.Â
After your first failed attempt Quinn takes his wine glass that was in his hand and sits it on the ground next to him. He didnât say anything as you turned around and started dragging the empty lawn chair near you, playing it directly in front of Quinnâs. He knew that you ass wasnât gonna sit down, but he didnât know exactly what your drunk train of thought was. âBaby?â he asked softly in a questionable tone, as he eyebrows frowned to try and figure out what you were trying to do. He found himself relatively leaning forward, as your feet stepped on the chair, and you tried to again dive into him in order to do a flip.Â
All you could do was laugh at yet another failed attempt, Quinn wasnât as easily amused. Especially when Trevorâs booming laughter was heard as he started screaming, egging you on more longer. âYou go glenn coco..â he screamed which caused the other boys to laugh because what the actual fuck did he drink to get this drunk.Â
Helping you sit still in his lap for a minute, he took the hand that wasnât on your hip to your face. He leans his forehead to yours and softly asks âbaby what are you trying to do?â Although it was clear to you, and Trevor, the rest of the boys were truly clueless on what the end goal was.Â
âI wanna do flips.â you pout.Â
âOn me??â he lets out a chuckle.Â
âWell you said none with Trev so I figured this was the best compromise.â you admit, now giggling at your own thought process. âI think Iâm a little drunkâ, finally admitting what Quinn already knew.Â
âMaybe a littleâ he chuckles and thatâs when you notice his flushed cheeks, the wine finally catching up to him. âWanna stay or go to bed?â His head goes to your inner shoulder to rest for a second, leaving a quick open mouth kiss on your collarbone.Â
âToo much energy to sleep.â you sheepishly admit.Â
âAlright well whatâs something safe we can do? Hmmm..â he asks as his hand that was on your face wraps around you. A small smile spreads across his lips as he sees your face light up with excitement.Â
âCan we make smores and build a fort?â Quinn would never admit this but heâs pretty sure his chest swelled with love for you at that moment. Itâs moments like these where the alcohol gives you liquid courage to act on your brain's creative impulsive thoughts.Â
âOf course baby, whatever you want.â stealing a quick kiss before you both get up stumbling a little in the process. Once you make your way inside, Quinn goes to the pantry to grab everything needed for Sâmores that he just happens to always keep on hand in the summer. Running to the laundry room, you grab all your extra blankets. Quinn notices your heading for the back door with all the blankets and throw pillows from the family room you can carry.
Itâs in that moment as he watches you struggle to carry everything to the screen door. With only the top of your head visible due to the many blankets and pillows, he finally realizes he never asked you where you wanted to build this fort. âHey baby? Where is this fort going?â He canât help the chuckle escape his mouth as he grabs some stuff from you so he can actually see your face a little while you answer.
âUhh outside next to the fire.â itâs not what you said that makes Quinn take a step back and laugh but you're almost accusatory tone about why Quinn would even have to ask, as if the most logical place would be next to a bonfire with a bunch of tipsy people. âAnd before you say anything I was gonna take the cushions of the patio furniture Iâm not a monster.â you declared as you walked outside, you could hear Quinn chuckling behind you but chose to ignore him. Finally making it to the boys back at the fire, Luke almost ran into you trying to get the stuff for s'mores from his older brother.Â
âYou know you know where this stuff is kept, Moose you could have gone inside for it.â Quinn continue to chirp his little brother âalso donât eat it all Rusty before Y/N gets at least one or you will be sleeping outside tonight because thatâs the last of Sâmore stuff we have and you will be the one that deals with an emotional Y/N and Trevor if they donât get any.âÂ
âHEEEY!â Both you and Trevor yell at the same time, you lightly jokingly hit Quinnâs chest, he pulls you into his arms and kisses your forehead.Â
âWe are not emotional Quinn, you are just emotionless.â Trevor is still not letting it go.
âBro shut up and make your fucking sâmoreâ Jack mumbles, earning a chuckle from everyone around.Â
âLetâs go get everything else.â As you pull Quinn back with you towards the house, you can hear all the boys still bickering, you're not sure what exactly he said but you know Cole got Trevor to let it go for now at least.Â
Once you're back on the deck, instead of turning to the couch like Quinn had grabbing pillows you make your way towards the screen door. âWhere ya going?â Quinn asks softly.Â
âUhh we obviously need more wine. Plus if we were having sâmores it only makes sense to get a more dessert wine.â Turning around to face Quinn with a cheeky grin.Â
âSays the girl who is literally the pickiest when it comes to any alcohol let alone wine.â He pointedly says as makes his way to you, grabs you and pushes you towards him so your back is pressed flush against his chest. Turning your head Quinn doesnât miss the opportunity to steal a kiss. Turning you in his arms pressing you lightly against the glass door earning a moan from you which makes his smile more into the kiss. Quinn was a man of few words which was fine because you always joked that you could talk enough for the both of you. After dating for so long, you knew this was his way of saying âI love youâ by stealing any kiss he could at any time of the day without physically saying the words, and itâs one of the things you loved most about Quinn.
Making your way slowly inside and to the kitchen you grab another bottle of wine, you went to cork it yourself but Quinn physically grabbed it out of your hands. Grabbing two new glasses since neither of you could tell you where your ones from earlier were. Before you left, you grabbed the rest of the case of the beer. There were only a few left for the boys outside. On your way out both of you grabbed multiple blankets off the couch to build the fort you so desperately wanted. By the time you came back you could tell that the DJ changed from Luke playing soft country music to Cole. All of a sudden your favorite song was playing, you turned to Quinn with a shocked face and begging eyes.Â
He softly nodded and you dropped all the pillows, quickly hugging him only taking your wine glass you ran towards the boys for your impromptu dance party. But before you could Quinn pulled you back with his hand that was still attached to yours. âI'll make your sâmores for you ok.â Kissing your cheek you pecked his lips as a thank you as you ran towards the boys well all except Luke, he wasnât a dancer and also way too focused on the midnight sâmores snack he was making.Â
Quinn watched from a distance with a giant smile plastered on his face with you dancing as he walked towards his youngest brother. Luke was already eating his first sâmore as he was roasting marshmallows for his second.. Quinn just shook his head as he started putting marshmallows on a metal stick to roast for your sâmore.Â
âI never thought Iâd see it.â Luke exclaims. Quinn only makes a sound of acknowledgement to his brother, as he watches all four of you now dancing and screaming the lyrics to âImma Beâ by Black Eyed Peas.Â
âThe day your girlfriend likes Trevor and Cole more than you.â Luke chirps, a playful smirk on his lips as he glances towards his older brother automatically stepping to the side knowing Quinnâs fist is seconds from hitting his rib.Â
âShut up Moosey and focus on not burning your marshmallow which by the way is on fire.â he remarks.
âOh shit.â he quickly pulls it out of the fire and blows the small fire out. âWell jokes on your Q I like my food crispy.âÂ
âDidnât know crispy and burnt are the same thing. And she doesnât like them as much as me. She's just more impulsive and hyper when wine drunk, which I think is adorable.â not noticing how defensive he sounds.
âGod you're so whipped, Iâm happy for you dude. Itâs nice to see you happy.âÂ
Before Quinn could have any type of response he heard the song change again to âYou Belong with Me.â by Taylor Swift. Just as Quinnâs finishing up your sâmore for you. He hears Jack yell for him.
âQUINN! Your shitty dance moves are needed! Iâm not dancing with my future sister in law to this song! This song is strictly for couples or people that want to bone each other!â Finally Quinn makes his way over to you taking your sâmore from him and taking a bite. Wrapping your arms around his neck, despite that this isnât a slow pace song, Quinnâs hands find your hips pulling you close. Before Jack can continue to yell about how heâs sitting this one out, you have to point out the flaw in his logic.Â
âBut Jackey⌠Cole and Trevor are still dancing and they arenât a couple or wanna bone.âÂ
Jack just blinks at you and says âI said what I said and Iâm right. Now I need to go make a sâmore before the human garbage can we left with all the food eats everything.â Both you and Quinn laugh as you get lost in your own little world still aware that Trevor and Cole are screaming the lyrics next to you but they seem even more lost in their own world then you and Quinn. Taking another bite of your sâmore you were holding, lightly shoving it in Quinnâs direction. He finishes it for you knowing thatâs your way of telling him you didnât want any left.Â
âNow my lips are all sticky because you have a terrible aim baby.âÂ
âHere let me fix it.â you mumble as you balance on the balls of your feet and kiss the marshmallow and chocolate leftovers on his lips. The kiss that started as playful slowly started to get heated but you teasingly pulled away before Quinn could get too worked up. âLetâs go make my fort!â you exclaim, quickly turning on your heel and heading towards where you left everything by the fire not even 10 minutes ago.Â
âSuch a fucking tease.�� you hear Quinn mumble as he watches you purposely sway your hips, you canât help the smirk thatâs on his lips as Quinnâs reaction every time all you do is simply kiss him. The fort you so desperately wanted turned out to be just some couch cushions long enough for you and Quinn to cuddle as with some blankets thrown on top, both of you being too lazy to put any real effort into it.Â
Quinn sat down the makeshift fort, as you leaned against him a blanket on top of both of you, even though you really didnât need it. But you were too lazy to go get a hoodie all the way from your bedroom upstairs. Both of you getting lost in conversation with the group, Trevor and Cole just made it back to the group. Trevor couldnât help himself from grabbing a blanket that you and Quinn didnât happen to be using, wrapping it around himself.Â
âZ.â Cole warned, he really didnât wanna deal with a moody Quinn, and Quinn was about to say something until your voice interrupted his train of thought.Â
âItâs fine Z keep it.â Snuggling closer to Quinn as you see Trevor wrap the blanket on himself and sit push Quinnâs now empty chair closer to Coleâs before plopping down. Jack looked at you over the fire, both of you sharing a look as he mouthed âtold youâ a laugh escaping you at Jackâs antics.Â
Time seemed to escape you as the bottle of wine you brought out was now half empty and the beers you brought out for the boys were gone. Luke called it a night after all the sâmore stuff was gone and moose tracks ice cream from the freezer about 45 minutes ago. Trevor decided it was time to go into the lake, and that is when Cole decided that it was time to take a very drunk Trevor back to their shared room.Â
âJack, can you at least help me get him up the stairs.â Cole begged his friend and Trevor was practically half asleep leaning onto Cole complaining about how first it flips and now the whole lake is off limits.Â
âNaw sorry dude. This one is all you.âÂ
âYou're such a dick sometimes.â
âYes but be careful you might make Trev jealous.â Jack couldnât help the laugh escape his lips as he walked into the house, waving both you and Quinn goodnight.Â
From where you and Quinn were now laying down you couldnât see or hear everything that was happening between Trevor and Cole but you did hear Cole promise Trevor he could go in the lake tomorrow.Â
Once you both were alone, you glanced up at Quinn, he seemed a little lost in his own world staring at the very end of the fire burning. Deciding to poke his cheek to get his attention. He makes a sound of acknowledgement before he turns his attention fully to you. âReady for bed baby?â he asks with a yawn escaping his lips.Â
âNope.âÂ
âOh yeah and what do you wanna do?â shyly he asks as he pulls you closer to him by the back of your upper thighs.Â
âIâm hungry.âÂ
âOh really?â a smirk on his lips as he leans up for a kiss.
âNooo not like that Quinny. I want food! I want pizza.âÂ
âPizza.â a chuckle escaping his lips as he glances at his phone. âBaby it is literally almost 1:30 in the morning this isnât the city. I donât know if any place is open for pizza.â
He hates the small frown and pout thatâs plastered on your lips as he glances back at you. âCan you check?â you whine a pout on your lips. Quinn keeps one hand wrapped around you as he looks at every delivery service app he has, for pizza at this hour.
âI found something surprising. Do you want a personal or share?â Before you even respond verbally Quinn glances up at you and sees your face.Â
âRight. Two personal pizzas - mine gluten free and yours not. Do you want your usual?â Nodding your head yes, Quinn finalizes the order. âShould be here in 45 minutes.âÂ
â45 MINUTES???â The shock in your voice is very clear, not sure if itâs your brain still used to living in a city or your drunk mind but that seems forever away.Â
âLike I said, we're not in Van anymore honey, this is kind of the middle of nowhere.âÂ
âYeah I can tell.â you drunkenly admit as you lift your head up and look out to the lake as if you're looking for more developed land you wonât find, leading Quinn to smile at you lovingly.Â
âLetâs go inside baby.â he whispers, kissing the crown of your head as you both get inside and drunkenly stumble inside. Before you knew it the pizza was here and you spent the remainder of the night until you passed out sitting criss-cross applesauce and gossiping about what you think Jack meant about Trevor and Cole. Well before Quinn told you he was going to projectile vomit all over the bed if you continued to talk about your theories. Laughing, you promised to stop and only gossip about it with Jack and Luke.Â
Yawning loudly all of a sudden once your stomach was full, Quinn decided it was time to call it a night for both of you. Not before making you get up and wash your face and brush your teeth. Although most of his drunkenness had worn off, he quickly found out yours had not and getting you ready for bed was no easy task. Finally, finishing you climbed into bed as Quinn came to your side of bed and gave you some advil to take now to get ahead of the headache you were bound to have hungover. Thatâs the last thing you remember as you heard Quinn turn on the shower for himself and you fell asleep. Quinn found you laying starfish in the middle of the bed 30 minutes later and took a picture because he found it hilarious before gently moving you to one side and pulling your back to his chest. He kissed your shoulder as he felt you stir âjust me, go back to bed.âÂ
âOkay, love you.â you mumbled already allowing sleep to lore you back into the comforting darkness.
âLove you too baby. More than you know.â as Quinn closed his eyes and let his body fall into the familiar slumper state.
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recapping a bit of what haru said on stream
haru on her stream spoke about how shes had a really awful past five years and all her experiences just from this past year has been incredible. she gave a massive thank you to everyone and that she has no regrets.
âi never imagined iâd be where i am right now and i mean it with all my heart thank you so much. i had a very good time and i hope to have made you guys happy.â
she mentioned that since she was young shes always wanted to make content that makes people happy because she felt the world was missing a lot of love so shes happy to have given the world a piece of her heart. she mentioned how shes met so many incredible people who motivated her to see the good parts of life. to have found even this little bit of sunshine has left her so grateful. she says thank you for all the kindness, all the moments, all the memories, all the words, everything. shes very happy and mentioned this has been a very special experience for her. she reminded her chat that theres always another day and to enjoy life to the maximum, to live, to love, to talk, to hug each other, to be happy always, and that all the beautiful happiness weâve given her will be returned back to us. she continues to express her gratitude. she mentioned this is one of the most beautiful communities shes ever had the pleasure of meeting in the entire world. she goes on to include the spanish, portuguese, french, english, german, and korean community in that statement.
âthere is love in all types of languages and that love needs to be shared.â
she said her words will never be enough to express all her gratitude. she gave a reminder to always keep being kind. her voice falters a couple times from all the emotions. she mentioned shes cried enough and didnât want to keep crying since she had something to do tomorrow and she didnt wanna have swollen eyes lmao.
she then shares a more personal moment. paraphrasing here.
âafter i lost my dad i swear i felt like my life was falling apart. i never thought iâd be able to recover. after that many things happened and in those things, i wasnt destined to meet two people, this is a story iâll always remember because i wasnt destined to meet these people. ⌠they tell me hey the actor for this little thing didnât show up and i say no way seriously? tell them to let me be it, tell them please because i want to be with you guys (harus two friends who were apart of the project). and i didnt think theyâd agree⌠and they said yes. and i met two very important people and honestly (starts crying) thank you so much. thank you so much nussa. thanks to you i was able to meet them. i never imagined this would happen i promise you. thank you nussa. it means a lot to me that you decided to put me (into the leo spot). the only major thing in my life, i started being so happy, i started enjoying all the moments in my life as if it were the last, thanks to all this iâm here. and could meet you all. such a beautiful community.â she goes on to keep thanking nussa while crying and saying it was written in the stars. she goes on to say that shes gonna tell this as a story some day to her family, who doesnt know what she does or that she streams, and sheâll tell them about all of this with so much care and love. shes very thankful to have learned so much english and more about so many different cultures. she again reiterates shes very happy.
she also teases that she wants to go to brazil!!!! which⌠might be soon⌠and that theres little things being planned so hopefully if all goes wellâŚđ (an egg admin meetup would go so hard)
NOW GO SUPPORT HER ON TWITCH @ HarumiVT
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