#i did lamely. but it's better that me fucking up how kissing works!!!

[thaatdigitaldiary]

passenger princess

paige bueckers x fem reader

disclaimer!! i don’t usually write fics, i’m better at writing educationally (lame) but me & my friends wanted me to try something out of my comfort zone so enjoy. criticism is welcome, but be kind!

this is based off of the picture i posted of paige earlier so that’s the context (also on the banner)

tags: @rosemariiaa & @patscorner for encouraging me to do this elohel kisses to yall

enjoy 🤫

it was 10:47 am. the ac blasting throughtout your studio apartment. you tossed and turned in your bed, groaning from the lack of sleep the night before, caused by a stressful day of work yesterday, completely draining you. you were in a slump to say the least, and the only person who could help cheer you up, was your girlfriend. as you picked up your phone, it vibrated suddenly with a notification popping up, “p 💓” it read, and you opened the message.

it was a picture of her and a brand new car, a red cadillac with a black interior. after the picture comes through, another message follows.

“surprise?” it reads, and you’re shocked, not only about the fact that your girlfriend impulsively bought a new car, but how undeniably beautiful she looked.

her beautiful blonde hair, roots slowly coming through, but she made them look so good. she was clad in a gray sweatshirt despite this summer heat, and those stupid, yet adorable 2024 sunglasses you gave her for new years last year perched on her head.

as you go to text her back, you hear a knock at your front door. you fix your hair and throw your robe on, and go to answer it, while a text that just came through your phone appears.

“i’m outside”

“hi baby.” she says standing in front of you, grinning like a kid who just entered a candy store, jingling her new keys.

“paige.” you say sternly, slighting smirking at the fact that she was so excited to show you her new car. despite the fact that you and her have been dating since your sophomore year of college, she still made you nervous.

from her tall, lean figure, to her beautiful eyes that wander everytime you two see each other. she starts talking, but you can’t stop looking at her.

“baby.” she says, laughing a little. you were staring, and hadn’t heard a word she said to you.

“im sorry, did you say something?” you say, chuckling nervously, feeling embarrassed, but paige never found it embarrassing, she found it cute, matter of fact she loved it.

“i said did you wanna come ride wimmie? you gotta be the first in this car and you know that.” she tells you, leaning on your doorframe, taking you in. she looked you up and down and bit her lip, admiring you and your figure.

“of course p, lemme get dressed and fix my hair, i shouldn’t be too long.” you say sweetly, smiling at her and kissing her on the cheek.

she goes to sit on your couch, manspreading per usual, watching you walk away and into your room to find something to wear.

you rummage through your closet to find something comfortable but cute to wear, just in case you two make any stops, which you knew you would.

you do some finishing touches on your hair, leaving it down, just how paige liked it.

you walk out of your room, having a slight sway to your hips as you walk, which drove paige insane. you wore jean shorts and a black tube top, with your “p” necklace sparkling around your neck.

“jesus ma.” she says, whistling while her eyes travel all over your figure.

“what? should i change?” you asked with concern, worried you were overdressed.

“fuck no, you look beautiful, especially repping me like that,” she says, referring to the necklace with her initial on it, as she rubs her hands together and bites her lip, making you laugh.

“we can go wherever you want to mama, i filled the tank right after i left the dealership.” she grabs her lanyard with her keys attached to it out of her sweatpants pocket, and goes to open the front door for you.

“hm, there’s a new spot not too far from here, they got real good breakfast food, me and jana went the other day.”

“anything for you ma.” she tells you, sneaking a kiss in as you approach her car.

“okay this is beautiful p, and shiny as hell jesus,” you say, describing the darkish red colored car your girlfriend just impulsively bought.

“it needs a beautiful girl to sit in it y’know,” and you roll your eyes at her corniness, but you secretly love it. she opens the door for you and closes it behind you, and walks to the driver’s seat.

about 10 minutes pass and you two are almost at your destination. paige hooked up her bluetooth to her car as soon as she got it, you both listening to her playlist and singing along with the windows down and the wind blowing in your faces.

paige watched as your hair flowed in the wind, your smile so beautiful, and all she could think about what was how lucky she was, getting to see you whenever she wanted, hold you, kiss you, and be there for you, all the time.

she rested her hand on your thigh, driving with one hand, and smiling.

“baby,” you said softly.

“yeah ma?”

“i love you.”

“i love you more than anything ma, yk that.”

you two made it to the restaurant, paige disconnecting her phone from the aux, and gets out to open the door for you.

you could really get use to this new car smell, and being paige’s passenger princess for a long, long time.

I HOPE YALL ENJOYED! this might be a one time thing as i could never be too consistent but lemme know any feedback and i love you guys! 🙂‍↕️

[caramelmochacrow]

*crawls out of my ao3 tab* hello.

[i6eyes]

%% jean kirstein bf hcs !!

pt 2

contains: sfw and nsfw, implied fem!reader (no y/n), established relationship, soft jean teehee, jean’s horse cawk, nothing too graphic tbh

— who knew a fucking stallion will be the one who's going to bring me back from the dead .

sfw

omg omg he's soo tall right

definitely puts his arms around your shoulder, and kisses u on your temple or forehead too

the sweetest !! i feel like he would be so so attentive to u

oooh u did a double take at the dress u guys walked passed by earlier in the mall? woah it's suddenly in ur bed the next day !! :OO

he's a nice cook ! can cook but the best, his expertise are mostly breakfast foods but he can cook you lunch and dinner as long as he has a recipe

oh he'd be absolutely smitten !!!! i luv big scary men being total sweethearts to their s/o

if ur trying some shoes, he'd be the one to do all of the work ! he'd kneel down, take off your shoes, puts on what you chose on you, will be the who's going to take it off too, then will tie or buckle your shoes up for you

or or or, he'd be out alone and he passes by this little store filled with trinkets and stuff. safe to say, he walked out of the store with a silly little keychain he knew you'd like

^^ one of his love language is acts of service

he loves spending time with you. specially the moments where you two just chill and share some occasional kisses here and there

his favorite thing to do is have you lay on top of him while he's laying down and make you talk about your day !! he'd play with your hair and caress your nape and back while you do so :((

he's obviously attractive, but he doesn't know how much

there's so many simple things that he makes attractive

his attentiveness. you'd be in the grocery then he'd suddenly disappear for a while, only for him to come back with arms full of chips and snacks. "these are your favorites, right?" he said while dumping them in the cart, not even waiting for your answer.

oddly specific but the way he leans on every door way. you know the thing where people place their hands on top of a doorway? that, but he subconsciously does it everywhere. omg imagine he fetches you from your house for a date and the moment you open your door, boom! there's jean, towering you with a smile on his face.

he knows how to slow dance, like the ones in the movies where the main characters would suddenly dance in their living room, to which, he did with you!

slow dancing in the living room with jean :(

if you're still in school and he sees you struggling with a subject or school work, he'd help you as soon as he could, specially if it's something he already learned before. but! if that's not the case, he'd take his time to learn what you're having problems with and try to come up with an explanation to make you understand better

he's so lame (affectionate)

nsfw

oh boy

he's not the stallion for nothing

easily one of the biggest cock in the aot verse

usually, i'd be realistic when it comes to sizes, but jean is at 7-8 inches.

hhhhhhgggh, king of dick prints. he's naturally big even when soft, about 5 to 5.5 maybe. < he's a grower

he's such a big man, his proportions are perfect, of course he needs a big fucking cock to go along with it

he keeps his happy trail no matter what happens. he knows it's attractive and knows that you love seeing it on him

^^ up to you whether you want him to shave or trim, he's fine with anything as long as he keeps his happy trail

wide athletic shoulders that he puts your legs at while he's eating you out our splitting you open with his cock

this man's proportions are actually making me insane i don't know how to put my thoughts into words anymore

his hands are big, but not huge or ginormous. it's pretty and rough looking at the same time. his fingers are longer than most men's but are thick enough like the ones most are familiar with when thinking about a man's hand.

his nape is sensitive, simple touches like brushing his hair back will make him shiver. hickeys also show more easily on his neck, just suck on it lightly and there's already a blooming red mark left in its wake.

oh my god, touch his torso or the bottom of his stomach (ehem, close or at his happy trail) and he's gone. it's starting to become an actual problem because there would be completely innocent moments where you touch those places because you need to get pass by him and he'd just suddenly pop a boner on the spot.

*taps mic* soft dom

he absolutely loves praising you, it's an unconscious thing he does

you'd be on your knees, sucking in his cock on your mouth as much as you could, and he'd groan while keeping your hair out of your face using a hand while the other caresses your cheek, wiping away the tears that lay there.

^^ "there we go, knew you could do it.", "fuckin' natural at it.", "think you could take me a little deeper? uh huh? yeah that's my good girl."

im in shambles

he's SOOOOO good with his fingers my GOD.

he knows what it takes to make you cum with his fingers, he has an actual technique it's crazyyy. doesn't prioritize in making it fast or hard or whatever, whether you like it like that or slow, he will follow his own lead on what he thinks will make you feel spineless.

knows the fingers inside you, palm on your clit thing. has made you squirt using it on multiple occasions

while he adores missionary because he loves seeing your face and folding you in half with your legs beside your ears, doing it doggy will always make him carnal

he has a thing for your backkk. he'd grab the one side of your shoulder while he's hitting it from the back, sometimes he'd bruise your hips with his grip instead

will slap your ass. not really in a sub/dom dynamic. he just likes the way he sees his handprint on your ass while you're writhing beneath him

stroke game is unmatched !!!!!!!!!

he doesn't rely on his size alone, this bitch is actually prepared and knows his shit y'all

even if he doesn't or can't push all of him in, he'd work with what he's able to put inside you and god does he do it well

during missionary, expect him to put a pillow under your hips despite his size and knowledge. he want to make you feel the best at any given time

while he doesn't mind if you're a loud moaner or what, he LOVES hearing you whine.

if you're a whiner, boy is it a good time to be ALIVEEEEEE

he founds it so cute and hot <3

[peachsukii]

content // pro heroes, long distance, kirishima loves you so so much, scent kink if you squint?, kiri/baku/kami friendship nonsense, early 20s. @bunnions inspired this after our little perfume talk!

6:03AM

Kirishima stood by the doorway with Bakugo, scrolling on his phone while patiently waiting for Kaminari.

“C’mon Sparky, we’re gonna be late!” Bakugo groans, foot tapping angrily against the floor.

“Dude, we’re an hour ahead of schedule because you insisted we needed to be early! Chill out,” Kaminari snapped back from the other room.

Kirishima was too preoccupied with swiping through pictures of the two of you together, his heart aching in his chest at your smiling face. God, he missed you something fierce. You’d both been on opposite patrol schedules and back to back missions hours away from home. It was starting to feel like the universe had it out for you two.

“Yo, Red,” Bakugo calls out, waving a hand in front of Kirishima’s phone. “Did ya hear me?”

He awkwardly chuckles under his breath. “N-no…sorry Kats. What is it?”

“I was askin’ if you were alright. Y’don’t have that annoying morning joy or whatever you called it.”

“Oh,” Kirishima pauses, sighing while tucking his phone back into his pocket. “It’s gonna sound lame, Y/N and I have been on opposite schedules for weeks now. We haven’t gotten much time to spend together and I miss her.”

“S’not lame to care about someone, you of all people should know that,” Bakugo says while placing his hand on Kirishima’s shoulder. “I get it, I miss my girl, too. This shit’s exhausting.”

“You…do?”

Bakugo pulls his hand away and puts it on his hip. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I?”

That was a stupid question. Kirishima knew Bakugo better than anyone, maybe even more than his own girlfriend, and how his heart works when it comes to caring about others.

“Sorry, stupid question,” Kirishima apologizes, shaking his head. “I just can’t wait to see her.”

Bakugo scoffs. “So that’s why ya smell like Wisteria 76 every day, huh?”

Kirishima blushes, hand shooting to his face to cover his embarrassment. He’d been wearing your perfume daily, addicted to how it comforted him while out on patrol, a constant reminder of you lingering through the air; subtly sweet with a hint of musk. He missed the way it would invade his senses as he kissed your neck or whenever he’d hold you close. It wasn’t the same, but it was enough to get him by while he was forced to be apart from you. He sprayed it on himself, his clothes, the pillow he used in the hotel room…

Wait.

How did Bakugo know the exact perfume name?

“How do you know the brand name, Kats?” Kirishima asks, eyebrows quirked with curiosity as Bakugo’s face started to flush scarlet.

“…my girlfriend uses the same shit. I tried usin’ it but my fuckin’ quirk overpowers the smell instantly.”

“So that’s why you’ve been hovering around me the whole time we’ve been here!” Kirishima exclaims, shoving Bakugo in jest. He smacks Kirishima’s hands away, turning around and crossing his arms tightly over the broadness of his chest.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll blow this whole room up.”

“Okay man, calm down. That’s sweet of you, Kats. Who would’ve thought you had a soft side for that kinda thing?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bakugo grumbles to himself before turning back around to face Kirishima, bumping him with his shoulder. “I’m tryin’ to say you can talk ‘ta me about her if it’ll make ya feel better.”

Kirishima flashes him a toothy grin and laughs. “Thanks, man. Same goes for you too, ya know.”

Bakugo rolls his eyes before patting Kirishima on the back. “Thanks, Red. Bring her over for dinner after we get back, we can all catch up an’ gives me an excuse to cook.”

“Found ‘em! What’s got you two so smiley this morning?” Kaminari interrupts as he skips to the doorway with his goggles in hand.

Kirishima glances at Bakugo before responding. “Girl talk. Let’s get goin’!”

“Aww, you guys never wanna talk about girls with me!” Kaminari whines as the three of them head out to the agency together. “Just cause I’m single doesn’t mean I don’t wanna hear about your hot girlfriends!”

Only another week and the two of you will be reunited once again. Maybe Kirishima will commit to taking that long needed vacation time you two talked about - the world’s had plenty of Red Riot’s time, it was your turn to have him all to yourself.

[familyvideostevie]

hey! do you think you could do a steve x reader fic that's grumpy x sunshine? ty in advance!

i have truly had this in my inbox for over a year, so i am so very sorry for hoarding it. i've twisted it a little -- here we've got what happens when you, usually the sunshine to steve's grumpy, has a bit of a bad day yourself. hope you like! sunshine!reader and grumpy!steve on a day when you're the grumpy one | fluff, 1.2k

Steve notices immediately. It's kind of weird, actually. He leans heavily against your door as he shuts it behind him, toeing off his shoes. The plastic of the takeout bags digs into his hands a little but he's just glad to be here, glad to finally see you after a long day. He likes your place better than his and he likes you best of all.

But something is off. There's no music, no familiar smell of that beachy candle he bought you burning. Are you napping? It's possible, but you sounded pretty excited when you called him at lunch asking him to come for dinner. And Steve, sue him, kind of expected you to greet him.

It's kind of an asshole thought, he can admit that, but you always do. You're always nothing short of thrilled to see him, your boyfriend, like he's been away for years rather than a day of work. You throw your arms around him and sing-song his name and kiss him sloppily because you're smiling so wide. Your love for him is infectious and he feels it all the way to his bones.

Because he's not exactly known for being a nice guy, right? Sure, he's not like, a jackass, not anymore, but he's not exactly cheery all the time. He's quieter than he was, a little more serious. It just comes with the territory. Getting older, dealing with shit. God knows he's dealt with a lot of shit.

But you? You're fucking sunshine. There's no other way to put it. He has no idea where you get your endless smiles for him, the laughter that bubbles out of you like sheer goodness personified. And you're with him. You love him.

Steve doesn't get it but hey, he's not going to complain.

So, something has to be wrong. "It's me!" he calls into the apartment. "Steve," he tacks on a bit lamely, hoping it'll make you laugh.

"On the couch," you call back. You don't sound sick or anything so that's not it. He pops into the kitchen to set down your dinner before shucking off his jacket and padding to the living room. When he spots you something in his chest loosens. God, he's so gone for you.

"Hey," he says lightly.

You look up at him from your book with a small smile but it's dimmer than he expects. "Hi, Steve," you say. You're pressed against the arm of the sofa with your legs stretched out, a book in your lap. You reach for him with one hand over the back of the couch. "Did you bring dinner?"

"Sure did," he says. He twines his fingers with yours and leans over to press his lips to your forehead. You sigh. "Nah, screw it," he says. "I'm coming over."

You know what he's going to do. "Be careful --" you try to say but he's already hoisting himself over and onto the couch. You pull your legs to your chest just in time as he bounces on the cushions a little bit.

Steve likes to be close to you. Everyone gives him shit for it when you're out, how he's always on you so much. Arm around your shoulder, thigh pressed to yours at the table. Hand in your pocket or holding yours. You've told him you like it, too, that it's grounding, so that's what he's aiming for. You shove your socked toes under his thigh and he wraps a hand around your ankle.

Time to see what the hell is going on with you. "So," he says. "Who do I need to beat up?"

You look moderately amused. "What do you mean by that, Steve?"

He reaches for you with his free hand. You've got a crease between your brows and he smooths it with his thumb. "You seem...down."

You hug yourself with your arms and sink deeper into the couch and lose his gaze. "Do I?" you say softly. "Sorry."

"Woah," Steve rushes to say. "Woah, no, hey, don't apologize. I just want to see what's wrong."

You say no more. His thumb strokes your ankle lightly and he wonders what the hell he's going to do to make you feel better. He's not very good at this part. You're always the one to bring him out of bad moods, to remind him of all the good stuff he's got going on. He can do this for you.

Steve gently pulls the book from your lap, folding the corner of the page before he puts it on the table.

"I was reading that," you say lightly.

"Yeah, well," he says. "You know I need attention to survive." You huff a laugh. Okay, progress.

Steve reaches for your face again. He lets go of your ankle this time so he can cup your cheek, your knees pressing into his chest a little. It's not a great angle but he can work with it.

"Baby," he says. It's your favorite thing he calls you other than your name since he saves it for moments like this -- when it's just the two of you. "Can you tell me what's wrong? So I can help?"

Your eyes shut and you lean into his palm. You take a deep breath and it shudders a little in your chest.

"I don't know, Steve," you whisper. "I know I'm usually so -- so -- happy, but I just got kind of sad this afternoon." You pull the words from yourself like a confession and Steve hates it. He hates how you sound disappointed in yourself.

"That's okay," he says. "Christ, that's more than okay. You can feel however you want. I mean, come on, you know I'm grumpy basically all the time." He hopes yet again it will make you laugh but he fails miserably as you sniffle. "Okay, come here."

You pull your feet from under his thigh and he hauls your legs over his lap so he can give you a real hug. He can feel your nose in his neck as you inhale deeply. He rubs his palm up and down your spine. He's had bad days, too. Hell, he has lots of them. It just happens, he just never realized it could happen to you, too.

"So, and correct me if I'm wrong here because you know me, but what I'm hearing is you just feel like shit and there's not much more to it."

You nod into his embrace. "That's about right."

"What can I do ?" You pull back at his question and give him a real smile, brighter than anything in the room.

"Just this," you say. "I'm sure it'll go away." Your fingers trace the line of his nose, his chin.

"It's okay if it doesn't," Steve reminds you. You tell him the same thing all the time. "Seriously. I know we have this whole dynamic or whatever but you can feel like shit forever, if you want. I hope you don't, obviously, but I'll take care of you if --"

You press your fingers over his mouth. "It's okay, Steve," you say. "I'll be fine. But I know you would."

Your own lips replace your fingers and you kiss him sweetly. He isn't ashamed to say he melts into it a little. He wanted to kiss you the second he walked in the door.

He's about to turn this into something a little less sweet when your stomach grumbles between you and you both pull back with a laugh. "Okay," he says. "Well, that I can fix."

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[muwapsturniolo]

✯𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫✯

IN WHICH… we experience a rather aggressive argument between a toxic couple.

WARNINGS... yelling, swearing, pushing, mentions of drugs, mentions of stripping, asshole/toxic!chris, toxic!reader, mentions of disrespecting mothers, smut.

"Fuck you nigga! "

"Nah fuck you bitch!"

"Fuck you! You got me fucked up!"

Chris rolls his eyes and goes to spark a blunt, irritated with the whole situation. He doesn't even know how this argument started, one minute the home was quiet, and the next they are down each other's throats.

But it was nothing new.

Hearing Y/n in the bathroom talking shit about Chris to herself irks him even more.

"I'm so fucking tired of these emotionally ungrateful ass bitches"

"Shut the fuck up Chris!" Y/n shouts from the bathroom, Chris still going on.

"-Unstable, confrontational ass dumb bitches!" His voice gets louder as he purposely eggs her on, knowing it will only piss her off even more. "You always want to bring me down even when I'm trying to do right, I been told you we could go our own separate fucking ways and move on with our lives!"

Y/n storms out of the bathroom, tears running down her face, messing up her makeup for work. She has the nastiest look on her face as she bends down in Chris's face.

"Trying to do right? Fuck you, you always want to have a pity party! I'm not gon' show up! On some Outkast shit, you like to act like your shit don't stank, motherfucker grow up!" Chris jumps up from his seat and pushes her back, making her stumble but she keeps going.

"You always late for shit-" She motions to the bills on the table,"-won't buy shit, sit around and just deny shit! You always wanna fuck another bitch then mess up my shit!" She pushes him back.

"What? Fuck up your shit? You're tweaking the fuck out! You must be bleeding or some more shit! I don't know shit about that!" Chris lies through his teeth. He knew what Y/n was screaming about.

It was no secret he would cheat on her and come back home and lay in the same bed, begging for sex to make himself feel better only to through off her PH.

"You on some ho shit don't try to lie! See I don't know why you like playing mind games with me-what the fuck are you on about?!- Bitch I'm not slow or ditzy, I know when you're being distant, I know when you fake busy and out here cheating!"

Chris rubs over his face in exhaustion, "You're fucking tweaking! Who's the one that got you that big ass chain?"

"And who is the one that totaled a car in my name?" Y/n shoots back as she snatches off the chain and throws it at his chest.

"You think I'm going to kiss your ass or something?'' Y/n laughs and brushes past him, getting ready to walk into the bedroom. "Nah you a lame nigga, fuck you."

"You know what? Fuck you bitch!"

"No, fuck you nigga!"

The two stand there in the middle of the dining room screaming and cursing at each other once more.

Realizing she's going to be late for work, she pushes past him and walks into the bedroom, Chris hot on her heels.

"I've wasted too much of my time and energy trying to be good to you. I've lost friends and family, gained more enemies because of you! I got bitche showing up to my job, keying up my car because of you! I should have listened to my momma and moved back!"

Chris scoffs and crosses his arms at her words, "Oh and all that's my fault? You're resulting in guilt or power tripping? I held your ass down!" She whips towards him, stabbing her finger in his chest.

"You were the one who kept me down there's a big difference! I stay stressing myself out trynna figure out why I'm not good enough! going to church, praying for you, searching for good in us! little dick ass nigga that's trynna go big-" She scoffs and turns around to finish packing her work bag.

"But you were sucking this dick though." Chris chides in a snobby tone.

"Well I should have sucked his." Chris roughly grabs her arm, turning her around and shoving her against the wall.

"What did you say?" He squints at her, trying to make sure he heard her correctly.

"I should have found a bigger dick!" she claps in his face, bushing past him to grab her things. "Man shut the fuck up saying that dumb ass shit!"

"Ahaaa you're mad, little feeling is shot!"

She laughs as she walks out of the room with her things. "Go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you're all that she's got. Let her know that you're packing your shit and have to be gone by the first." She grabs her keys off the counter, but Chris is quick to snatch them out of her hand.

"Give me these fucking keys, you're not leaving!"

"Give me my keys, I'm going to be late to work!" She shouts in annoyance. "What that job as a stripper? Man fuck that, today's gonna be the day you walk to that bitch!"

"Give me my keys!" She feels her anger finally reaching its peak, all the arguing finally getting to her.

"Nah I like seeing the car parked in this bitch."

"Give me my fucking keys!" She shouts loudly and reaches for the clanking metal in his hands. Chris quickly moves them out of her reach, laughing in her face as she did to him earlier. "ahaaa now you mad at me! I got you hollering for nothing!"

"I do the same when we fucking!" She snips back quickly.

"That's why your shit loose!"

"That's why I act like I'm cumming!"

"I'd rather fuck off the juice!"

"I'd rather fuck on your cousin"

Chris shoves her into the wall once again, her bag falling out of her arms and onto the floor. He was already angry but the gleam in his eye was different now. Y/n knows she fucked up, but she's not going to back down.

"Bitch what the fuck did you just say?" Chris asks getting in her face.

"You heard me, it ain't nothing. Fuck you!"

It's the same cycle, both of them throwing around the phrase "fuck you" back and forth, both of them headstrong and not wanting to back down.

Chris finally backs away, sitting down on the couch and getting ready to spark a blunt. "I don't even know why I fuck with you."

"I'll be damned if I'm stuck with you!" she shouts back, tears forming in her eyes once more. She can feel herself getting ready to break down

"I'm changing my number and ducking off on you bitch." He says calmly as if they weren't just arguing. "Whatever is comfortable bitch." She says throwing one of the couch pillows at him and knocking the blunt out of his hand. Chris smacks his lips and glares up at her.

"This the shit that couples do? I should have thought twice bout cuffin you." He knows his words hurt her, the way her tears finally spill over her waterline.

"Fuck you, you dirty and broke!"

"And you're goofy and gullible, that's your own fault."

Y/n scoffs and gets in his face, "All those insecurities you have? Won't mind fuck me. You're a womanizer and got no affection from your momma I see." Chris jumps up getting in her face.

"Don't speak on my mom, what the fuck is your problem bitch?"

"Oh fuck her, that bitch doesn't like me!"

"She literally helped you out, got you a car!"

"And she used the shit to throw in my face! I just find it funny how you can't apologize to me, all this is your fault! you're egotistical, narcissistic, and you're a liar bro!"

Y/n feels as if she's losing her mind, not thinking straight at all. she never used to be like this, not until Chris.

"See you're the reason that strong women are fucked up! Why they say it's a man's world! Overlooked, Underpaid, Under-booked, always shamed-" she's going off on a tangent that doesn't even make sense to Chris. He knows he broke her down, making her lose every ounce of dignity and clear mind she had.

"What the fuck are you on abo- I'm flawed, I'm pained, never yours, but I remain! You're the reason bitches start fucking bitches, tired of broke bum niggas that'll never change. You're the reason bitches start calling yall bitches, cause yall useless-alright bro" Chris rubs over his face in exhaustion.

"Said I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'. Let's talk the truth, women in general just can't get along. When Tasha got a man you stopped answering the phone!"

Y/n smacks his hat off of his head and tries to walk away but Chris holds her in place, gripping her arm harshly.

" What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?" She breathes out in annoyance. Chris continues to glare down at her, "Never mind, bitch, I'm walkin' out." Despite his words, he stays in place, his once angry eyes now looking at her with lust. Y/n recognizes the change and slowly begins to relax but keeps up her facade.

"Whatever, nigga, I'm off you now," Chris turns them around so her back is facing the couch, a smirk now on his face. "Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt," He begins to kiss her neck, his smirk getting bigger as she cranes her neck to give him more room. "Pussy nigga, best watch your mouth" She mumbles in annoyance.

"Pussy and mouth is all you got," He taunts, already pulling her shirt over her head. She allows him to do so, pulling him closer. "Lay this pussy back on the couch." She breathes out as he attacks her neck. "Doggie style, then you get on top" Chris rasps as he pushes her forward onto the couch.

It's not long before they are both naked, Chris rutting against her in a frenzy. She moans loudly at his brutal pace.

She hates arguing with him, but the hate sex was always good, too good to give up. She knew she was dumb for staying with him, dealing with antics on the daily. All her friends and family told her she was dumb, but deep down she loved him.

"Fucking bitch, fuck you." He groans between his thrusts.

"F-fuck you!" she rebuttals with a whine. Chris grunts and pushes her deeper into the couch.

The couple continues their arguing during their hate sex, both of them feeding off the anger and pleasure radiating between them. they knew the cycle they were in was toxic, they knew as long as they stayed together, it was never going to end. they were addicted to each other, addicted to the anger, addicted to the high it brought them.

they knew they both had flaws that were tearing themselves and each other apart. Both of them deflecting and blaming it on the other, but at the end of the day, they were going to cry together, sleep together, be together, hate each other, and love each other all at the same time.

i lowkey hate this, and i hate the ending but i wanted to put this out because i love this song.

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🍑: @mattslolita @thenickgirl @guccifrog @luverboychris @zayyluvz @mrsmiagreer @chrisssluttywaist @78yaz @hoesformatt @freshloveforthefit @3lizaluvs @mattsturniolosgirlfriend @jetaimevous @luxy-nyx @ts-is-my-spirt-animal @iihrtsturniol0 @idontexistman @katw4shereee @madisturn @starlace111 @zivall @adoreindie @imwetforyourmom @sturnsxplr-25 @sturncakez @theyluvme-2315 @moonk1ss3d @@babyalliah-777 @sturniololol @oliviasturniolo21 @ariithereyet @blahbel668

[demonic-charcuterie]

Alastor X technology obsessed reader

Alastor continued to wrapped his arms around and and sigh as he felt the warm bath water slosh around him. A drop of water landed directly onto his nose as you shook gently on top of him as you giggled at your phone. “Hehe what a fucking idiot!” You cackled as the video continued to play.

“Doe, that is the 4th time you’ve played that damned video.”

“Oh I know baby but it gets better every FffFUCKING time!” You snickered. Alastor gently slide his hands down to your inner thighs and gave them a gentle squeeze but nuzzling his face into your neck. You and Alastor had been sitting in this bath for more than hour to the point that the water was barely lukewarm.

You and Alastor! Talk about an unlikely marriage. You spawned in hell many years after Alastor started killing overlords. You were scrolling on your phone when you bumped into him. “Oh sorry- Oh. My. God!”

“Well hello dar- what are you doing?”

“What’s up guys! It’s me,Y/n you’re favorite burning bitch and you’ll never guess you I just ran into. Alastor the radio de- ouch!” You yelled as Alastor’s cane came down on your hand and knocked your phone out of it. “Sorry my dear but this face was made for radio.” He said as he smiled down at you. Swiftly,he turned as his heel and began to walk away but paused as he felt your arm slipped interlocking with his.

After that you seemed to always find him or maybe he was finding you? You turned a corner- there he was. “Oh well hello my dear!”

“Alastor!” You would squeal and ran into his arms…we’ll actually you ran into and wrapped your arms around him and he just let you. After that you just started actually planning hangouts. “Hey what’s your social? What do you mean you don’t have a phone? H-how do you talk to people?” You asked him you brain seemed to almost be breaking. Alastor simply chucked an patted your head. You looked up at him shocked before smiling and grabbing his wrist to move his hand down to your cheek and nuzzled into it. “You know this would make a great Sinstagram story-“ you said while pulling your phone from your pocket but Alastor quickly pushed your hand down and placed a kiss to your lips. “Don’t ruin it…” he whispered.

Your eyes widened before you pulled him closer by his shirt and kissing him harder fighting for dominance.

You and Alastor actually didn’t take that long to get married surprisingly. You just ran up to Rosie and she said you could have a small ceremony in the town hall with one of Alastor’s servants performed the ceremony. You made a big mistake letting him take photos because his face was almost in none of them and they were all shaky as if he didn’t know how to work a camera but you know he did. You were heartbroken when he left for all those years. He did give you a warning unlike with any of his other friends.

“Darling I just need you to know I love you and will never stop…” he said while running a hand through your hair. “Yeah I know silly hehe.” You answered.

“Good…we’ll I’m afraid I’ll be gone for a good while. I’ll seen soon…” All you did was lay on the bed while scrolling and waving him off. “Shoo shoo” you said like you always did. It was a joke you would later regret making. When you got word that your husband chilling at this lame as hAZbiN HoTEl you nearly broke the door down. You eyes were glowing red and your were snarling. “What the FUCK?!” Angeldust screamed as you burst threw the door. “W-WHERE THE FUCK IS MY GODDAMNED HUSHAND?” For some reason everyone’s head turned to Angeldust. “What!? I ain’t never been high enough to get married and forget about it!”

Your nose twitched in anger. “ALASTOR!” You barked. Alastor at that moment appeared around the corner. “Oh Charlie a new guest- y/n?” He said his smile going down to a grin as it seemed to falter. “My love is that you?” He said as he ran to you clutching his staff tight in hand. “Alastor! You cried before running into his arms and beating your hands on his chest. “You bitch! Y-your left me you left me! I-I hate you!” You screamed but all Alastor did was hold you tighter. “I-I missed you so much.” You cried as you both sunk down to the floor.

“Ummmm Alastor who is that?” Vaggie said breaking the silence.

“Everyone this is my wife Y/n”

[moneymartin]

・❥・- one more?

summary: kate comes home tired and needy :( part two to this fic. build up drabble to part three

warnings: none! fluff cause its kate :3 this is kinda shorter than the last one soz. again, every divider is a skip. most are constant cuz im lazy. didn’t know how to end oops!!!

rpf dont read it if ur uncomfy thx

a/n: all yjs reqs r still itw soooo they’ll be out soon poopies 🙄 also my single part drabble for kate is lowk marinating in my drafts and i don’t have the motivation to finish it…

its been 5 months since you and kate finally ended up together. pretty long, right? but you two never really got the hang of this thing, especially after remembering how long those feelings between you two had been brewing up for. it was still hard for you to show up to her games and practice due to soccer season, and the second it ended, you showed up to nearly every single one of them.

“i really can’t come this time, baby, i told you!” you grumble while kate drags you across the dorm. they had their practice game at carver today but you couldn’t make it, which made kate upset. “dilanni is gonna kill me if i don’t show up.” your soccer team needed to show up together for this fundraiser, and it was during the offseason. fucking lame. you hated letting her down all the time but some things like this just needed to be done.

kate’s fingers grip at your sweater sleeve, her eyes soft, and lips slightly pouting. “can you please just say you feel sick!? you’ll finish quicker than i will and it’s not like they won’t let you in.” she begs and tugs a little at it. her height makes you a little overwhelmed but she’s slightly bent at the knees and trying to make herself seem smaller than she really is. “kate, its just practice. its not like its the final fours yet.” you sigh and make her stand up straight. your eyes dart to hers and you bring your hands up to cup her face. the way she leans into your touch makes your face flush up like never before.

“yeah, but you always show out! i know we’re still trying to keep this on the down low still but i love pointing at you in the crowd before i make a shot during our practices.” she complains, trying to pull her head away from your hands but you keep her in place like a vice. your thumb brushes up against her face and she sighs under her breath. all those shots that she makes have all been for you ever since. and you didn’t even know that. everything she did on the court was meant for you. “i’ll make a deal with you, okay?” your words make her feel a little bit better and she nods ecstatically.

“when you get back we can do whateverrrr you want to make you feel better about me not showing up. does that sound good?” you propose, the idea crossing your mind after you realize that she just wants to spend that time with you while her teammates try to piece together this big puzzle. none of them know other than caitlin, and they’re completely unaware of you and kate’s relationship. “yes! okay, deal! deal deal deal…!” she blurts out and smiles stupidly, leaning her head towards you again as a sign that she wants a kiss.

you give it and let go of her face, wrapping your arms around her waist quickly and pressing another big kiss to her cheek. “don’t work yourself too hard out there.” you breathe out and pat her back before letting go of it. “this fundraiser should only be an hour, trust me.” kate just shrugs and smiles again, less big but you still know that she’s pretty happy at your little proposition for when she gets back. the moment you walk out of that door, her face drops and she rubs awkwardly at the back of her neck. she’s alone now, and doesn’t know what to do. you’ve been with her for every game and every practice so she’s lost most of her motivation to go. “aw, dang it..”

after your little fundraiser, you come home exhausted and dreary when you realize kate is gone too. you two are exactly the same person, lost without one another. it’s cute but sometimes it’s hard. this whole relationship thing is such a different concept and it makes your head hurt. the lock clicks on the door and you dig through your closet, finding a pair of pjs and some small shirt kate likes seeing you wear for ‘some reason’. which is what she says every time you ask.

a quick change and your casual clothes scatter across the floor before you basically face plant into the pillows. a warm feeling fills up your body while you fall asleep, a feeling that seems different still without kate. you two always sleep and take naps together so this is another thing you have to get yourself used to.

the stupid fundraiser ran longer than it should have. at least another 30-45 minutes extra and you weren’t very prepared for it. kids were all over the place too and you were somewhat on babysitting duty? according to your teammates. you stood with all the kids for at least an hour and the questions they asked you were probably the stupidest things ever.

the sound of the door opening is what wakes you up, fingers instinctively rubbing your eyes and sitting up. you’re met with the sight of kate rummaging sluggishly through her backpack and taking out clothes. she mumbles out a small ‘hi’ and yawns, walking into the bathroom. the sound of the shower hits your ears and you just lay back down, trying to keep yourself awake to fulfill that proposal you made earlier.

a few moments after the shower turns off, the bathroom door opens and your mattress shifts in weight, a few drops of water coaxing you to open up your eyes. kate is sitting on the edge of the bed and she tucks herself in, burying her face into your neck. “how was practice?” you mutter, moving her wet strands of hair to sprawl out on the bed. she grumbles into your neck instead of instantly responding. “tiring, huh?” you ask.

“extremely.” she whispers breathily and looks up at you. kate’s eyes are slightly droopy and her lips are pursed. your arm wraps itself around her back and you tilt her head up with your hand, making her look up at you as you start rubbing her temples gently. kate’s eyes are opening and closing continuously while your fingers continue to massage her head and she huffs heavily a few times.

you push kate’s head into your neck again and slide your hands onto her shoulders, patting them gently to make her fall asleep easier. she doesn’t though. instead, she hoists her head up and quickly locks her lips with yours, grabbing your waist and holding herself up with her arms. her fingers are gripping at the bedsheets tight and she’s kissing you a little bit too hard. not that you mind, of course. “mmmf.. hey?” you pant and pull away from the kiss, making eye contact with kate and realizing where she’s placed her hands.

“i’m just kissing you.” kate mumbles and doesn’t even bother waiting for you to finish catching your breath. she kisses you again, propping herself up on her elbows and grabbing your arms to wrap around her waist. “y- yeah! but like… let me get a breather at least.” you laugh quietly. you’re still trying to catch your breath and the more you try to get away, the more persistent she becomes. “c’mon. you’re just sleepy, baby. get your butt to bed and you’ll be alllll good in the morning.” you smile and push her shoulders down.

kate ends up falling onto your body and her nose brushes up against your cheek, her lips running up and down your neck as she starts kissing all over it. “one more..” she rasps out and slides her hands underneath your shirt. she starts to claw your back a few times, whining into your neck when you try to push her away. “kate, please.” you grunt and pull back, nearly falling off of the edge of the bed.

her face is the same one as earlier. her big, pretty blue eyes going soft and her lips pouting. she looks like a sad puppy and you hate it. you hate how you can’t say no to it. “just one more! this is the last one and i’ll sleep, i swear.” kate spits out and tilts her head to the side. she yawns, her eyes getting watery and now you know that it’s basically over for you. “i can’t.” you mutter. “yes, you can. it’s just one more kiss, babe. please?!”

“all you have to do is give me one, and i’ll sleep!”

“you say this all the time! you’re gonna say that you’ll ‘sleep after’ but the second my lips land on yours, you’re gonna act like an animal.”

“that’s not true.”

“oh, yeah? watch.”

you cup her cheeks and she grabs your waist gently, your lips going in for one quick one. when she feels how warm you are and how much you’re trying to really prove a point, she just helps your claim anyways. kate’s lips are against yours again, kissing hungrily.

i mean, she’s practically eating away at your face.

[its-time-to-write]

Jamie tartt asking you to go on his brand trip (the one he asked Keeley on in the finale)

Thanks for being my first request! Hope ya like it <3

don’t make this any harder

It is almost the end of the football season, and all AFC Richmond can talk about are their plans once they get a break. You’re excited because it means you get more time with Jamie. You’ve been dating for about four months now, and it’s been weird. Good weird, not bad weird. Sometimes it’s just funny to you that Jamie took one look at you in that coffee shop and decided yep, that’s the one I’m going for. Honestly, you were a little surprised when someone had plunked a cinnamon latte on your small table, and even more surprised to look up and see that someone had some of the most gorgeous eyes you had ever seen. 

I’m Jamie, he had said. What’s your name?

And the rest is history.

This is the first time you feel like you are having fun in a relationship. Jamie has a way of getting you to loosen up and laugh for what feels like the first time in ages. After the first two weeks of dating, he starts to sneak into your flat through the window, so your flatmate won’t hear. A week after that, you go to your first Richmond game, wearing a number 9 with the name Tartt emblazoned across the back. 

Jamie has the idea early on to try to synchronize your lunch breaks, so you start having lunch together almost every day. It’s nice. 

It’s nice to want and to be wanted.

On paper, it looks like you see Jamie a lot, but you really don’t.

“Once football season’s over, we’ll have time, yeah?” he says.

You nod and count the days.

—

The season ends in three days, and you and Jamie are sitting on a bench while he eats whatever weird protein-based meal he has and you sip soup out of a thermos through a straw.

“I’m just saying it’s weird, babe,” Jamie says.

“Oh really, how is it any weirder than insisting on eating any kind of egg with a spoon?” you reply.

“Oi, I told you that in private!”

You both dissolve into laughter and once it fades, Jamie looks strangely pensive. You give him a gentle nudge on his shoulder. “Hey. What’s up?”

Jamie half turns to look at you with that pensive expression. “Eh, it’s nothin. Don’t worry about it.”

You raise your eyebrow at him and Jamie sighs. “Wish you wouldn’t do that, makes me feel insecure about me own lack of eyebrow control.” 

This makes you laugh again, but you’re not about to let him deflect that easily. You reach up with your thumbs to smooth his eyebrows. “C’mon Jamie, out with it. What’s on your mind?”

He’s still looking at you as he starts to speak, thinks better of it, then starts again.

“Babe,” he begins, taking your hand, “do you- I mean, you don’t have to, it’s super lame and like probably bad, so it won’t hurt my feelings if you say no- but do you want to come over for dinner on Saturday? I’ll like cook for ya and you don’t have to bring anything, but I thought it would be nice because now I actually have time to cook and I haven’t in ages, and like I said if you don’t want to, I get it, and-” he probably could have kept rambling on but you stop him.

“Jamie,” you smile, “I would love to! Why did that make you so nervous to ask?”

He shrugs. “I dunno, I guess- I mean, besides Keeley you’re kind of my first real relationship and I don’t want to fuck it up or scare you off.”

Oh. You let that process in your head for a moment as you squeeze his hand.

After a moment you say, “I’m not scared by your egg-eating habits and you’re not scared of my eyebrow muscles, so I think we’re going to be ok.”

Jamie pulls you close to him for a kiss, which is interrupted by an alarm on his phone. You both groan. Time to go back to work.

—

The rest of the week flies by and before you know it, you’re standing in front of Jamie’s door holding a bottle of wine. He said not to bring anything, but it gives you something to do with your hands and Richard has been begging you to let him explain wine for weeks now, so you figured you might as well. The weather is warm, so you’re wearing your favorite linen dress. It’s held together by a single wraparound tie on the side, easy to get on. And off. Odds are good that it will end up in a ball on Jamie’s floor before you have to go home.

You’ve barely knocked before the door swings open to reveal a smiling, nicely dressed Jamie.

“Hi,” you smile back.

He slips his arms around your waist and kisses you before saying, “C’mon in!” 

“You didn’t have to bring anythin,” he continues, holding open the door.

You shrug. “You know how Richard gets.”

Jamie huffs out a laugh and you follow him to the kitchen. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it certainly was not this. This boy is making his own pizza and has set out the most impressive spread of toppings that you’ve ever seen. It looks and smells amazing.

“Jamie,” you say, still gaping at it all, “where on earth did you learn to do this?”

He looks up from rolling out a flat circle of dough, “Hm? Oh, eh I dunno. I like cooking and I like pizza, and you like pizza, and I’ve been making this recipe since like fuckin’ forever so I thought I’d just stick with an old classic. D’you mind stirring that?” He points to a pot on the stove with a wooden spoon poking out.

You literally have no words as you walk over and peer in.

“Jamie. Did you make this sauce?” you ask incredulously.

Jamie slaps his pizza dough with finality and leans up against the counter next to you, away from the flame.

“Uh yeah, I did,” he replies, scratching his neck. “Don’t overstir.”

You put down the spoon. “Jaim. How am I just now finding out about this. You’re pretty as hell, fantastic at football, and you cook?”

Jamie grins. “You think I’m pretty?”

You roll your eyes. “That’s what you got from this, you nerd?”

His hands have made their way to your waist again.

“Nice dress,” he says as he fiddles with the tie. “Got some good ideas for it later.”

You roll your eyes again, unable to suppress a grin. “Come here,” you say, pulling on his gold chain to get his lips at the right angle.

—

You’re halfway through dinner when Jamie has started to look pensive again. He denies it at first so you leave it, but after three more bites of your pizza he says, “Hey.”

You look up at him expectantly.

“I wasn’t, I mean I’m not- this wasn’t what I wanted to ask you,” he rushes out.

You tilt your head, still waiting.

“You know how we wanted to spend more time together this summer? Well, Nike have a branding thing for me in Brazil.”

You set down your slice and let out a soft “oh.”

“Yeah.” Jamie says. “So what d’you think?” Now he’s looking at you expectantly, and a little hesitant. You understand his nervousness now because you’re feeling it too. Four months is not a very long time to be together, and Brazil is a beautiful place with beautiful people. You can do a lot in Brazil.

You study your wine glass. “How long will you be gone?”

“Well, the shoot’s not that long, but I’ll probably be there a month. Nike’s paying for the whole thing, hotel, some of the meals, whatever. Flight’s next week. It’s mad.”

You nod. Jamie’s still looking at you.

Your mouth has gone dry. You’ll handle this with grace and at least you’ll go out on a good note with the best meal you’ve ever had. 

You’re still looking intently at the wine glass but you rip your eyes away and force yourself to look at Jamie.

“That’s great Jaim- Jamie. I’m happy for you. This is a big deal, and I’m sure you’ll love Brazil.”

Jamie’s face transforms into a look of relief as you speak.

“That’s great, yeah, I mean, I didn’t know what you’d think because obviously we talked about being together this summer and y’know, people say one thing but mean another, so I wasn’t sure, but that’s great!”

This boy and nervous rambling. He could give Ted a run for his money.

You force a smile, eyes on your plate now. You feel like all your energy has been drained from you in one fell swoop, while across from you Jamie is smiling like he won the lottery.

Is he really that excited to break things off with you?

He’s talking again so you do your best to focus on what he’s saying. 

“-And I was thinking we could go to this beach Keeley was telling me about and obviously we have to try all the food because granddad won’t be around to fuckin boss me around-”

What?

“Jamie,” you interrupt, “what?”

Jamie looks at you, confused. “What?”

“What are you talking about?”

Jamie looks at you like you’re mental. “I’m talkin’ about Brazil? The trip we’re goin’ on next week?”

Things are starting to click into place. You reach across the table and put your hand on top of his to steady yourself.

“You’re taking me on your brand deal?”

Now Jamie is really looking at you like you’ve gone mad. “That’s what I just asked ya. What are you on about?”

You stare at him for a moment then slowly say. “I thought you were breaking up with me so you could sleep with hot people in Brazil.”

Jamie stares back incredulously. “Why the fuck would you think that?”

You throw your hands in the air. “You were so nervous to talk to me! You said you were going to Brazil! That’s what people do! They get nervous to break up so they use some big trip to make it seem easier! And you’re you and you’re young, hot, and famous, so why would you be dragging me around with you?”

“You think I’m hot?”

You’re going to throttle him. “You know I think you’re hot, I’ve let you see me naked. Can we please stay on topic?”

Jamie chuckles at that.

“Look, I was nervous ‘cause you’re like, really fit. But it’s like, you’re also fit mentally? And I don’t get a lot of girls like that who also like me back. And Nike’s only paying for one room so… there’s that.”

He’s blushing a lot for someone who has been caught hopping out of your window at 3am.

Your head is in your hands now. Jamie gets up from his seat and pulls you up from your chair into his arms.

“Babe,” he says into your hair, “will you come to Brazil with me for a month while we fuck around like the hot couple that we are?”

You nod into his chest then lift your head to look at his face. He’s smiling at you. “I’m a dumbass,” you say.

His smile grows as he strokes your cheek.

“Yeah, but you’re my dumbass,” he says as he reaches for that tie on the side of your dress.

[lanaswritingbook]

I can’t tell you (1/2?)

Dave Lizewski x black!reader

Warnings: Cursing, argument, lost trust

Summary- Dave has been acting weird lately and when Yn finds out he was in a alleyway with another girl she loses full trust in him.

pt. 2- https://www.tumblr.com/spenceswife/736249594091012096/i-cant-tell-you-22

Today was a good day. I’ve been in the local cafe working on all my assignments for school when one of my friends popped up.

“Hey Yn!” Lisa sat in the chair across me

“Hey how you been?” I ask taking a sip of coffee

“Good… but i wanted to talk to you about something.” she said nervously moving side to side

“Yeah what’s up” she took a deep breath before replying

“So I was walking to the comic store earlier and I saw Dave in the Alleyway with a girl and uh his shirt was off.” I stared at her not trying to freak out.

“Oh. What’d she look like?” I tried to smile “She was white, blonde, and kinda short” she grabbed my hand immediately.

“I promise it’s okay to cry, we can go for a walk if you need” I shook my head trying to hide my watery eyes.

“It’s okay. I’ll talk to him” she gave me hug walking out the store.

It was one thing for Dave to start blowing me off out of nowhere but him being caught makes it worse.

I had to think about anyone it could be. Myself esteem started to lower, i’m nothing like the girl Lisa explained. I was a chubby black girl with curly hair. It’s just heartbreaking hearing your partner is with someone else.

-

“Hey babe” Dave kissed my cheek sitting down on the bleachers next to me.

I kept my head forward watching the other students play games around the gym.

“I’ve tried to catch your attention in the halls but I guess you didn’t see him” he gently laughed putting his hand over mine.

“I saw you.” I blankly say. “So why didn’t you stop?” he turned his head towards me trying to catch my eye.

“Thought you would have better plans to do” he raised his brow never really seeing me like this.

“Can you look at me? What are you talking about” he tried shifting me towards him.

I shake my head crossing my arms.

“Yn please. Why are you mad at me?” his big brown eyes begged. And as much as I wanted to kill him I couldn’t

“You don’t wanna be together anymore Dave? Just say that. Stop trying to keep me around when your bored” he jumped back

“Whoa whoa what are you talking about?” I roll my eyes

“For one everytime I try to hang you have a lame excuse as to why you can’t. And two Lisa told me she saw you in an alley with a girl. With your fucking shirt off Dave. So I think that’s why i’m mad at you.”

His mouth was open trying to think about what to say

“It’s definitely not what you think babe I promise.” he grabbed my hands looking me in the eyes

“Then tell me what it really was. Because this is a crazy thing to justify Dave.” he closed his eyes

“I can’t tell you…” ripping my hands from his grasp I grab my bag standing

“Yeah i’m done.” shaking my head I head out the gym towards the bathrooms.

Dave sat there in shock. Did he really just lose his girlfriend over a misunderstanding?

[spicyspiders]

I was thinking of a Steve Rogers x MReader cute fic of them meeting at a fair ground. Maybe reader is having a bad and traumatic date and Steve rescues him after seeing reader so uncomfortable. Steve walks him home and ask if he can be his date for the fair the next day, being all fluffy and stuff, ending with Steve walking reader back home the next night again and ending the date with a kiss that turns kinda spicy 😏 thinking maybe a suggestive ending with Dom Steve 🤭🤭

There isn't smut in this, but it is suggestive at the end.

“You wanna go do something else? This is fucking lame,” your date says after you’ve barely stepped into the tent. It was warm in the tent, which was much better than how it felt outside, so no, you didn’t want to go outside and do something else. 

You were the one who had chosen the date, and you thought he would enjoy a nice night at the fair, but you were wrong. All night, he was dismissive of everything you tried to do to show him a good time, and it had started to get on your nerves a few attractions ago. 

“Can’t we stay inside for a little bit? It’s pretty cold out there,” you asked. You could admit that yes, it was cold, which could easily sour the mood, but you just wanted him to give it a chance. 

“You can,” he snapped, “I’m not,” and with those harsh words, he was out of the tent and back into the cold night air. 

Not only did the tone of his words make you flinch, but they also made the attraction that you had stepped into the tent to see stop laying their fists into the punching bag they were really giving it to. 

“You okay?” He asked softly, placing one hand on the bag to stop it from swinging. 

“Yeah,” you tried to force a laugh to break the tension, but it didn’t sound right, “sorry you had to see that. I guess I’m not good at picking dates.”

“He seemed like a real piece of work,” the man responded before he started punching the bag again. There was already a pile on the floor, near the sign with a name on it. Steve it said, and above it was a drawn portrait of the man up on the small stage punching the bag in front of him. 

“Yeah. Our first date wasn’t too good either now that I think about it,” the man had been 30 minutes late to get dinner, and he was the one who had chosen the restaurant. That should have been your sign, but you had always been one to give second chances. Then he had seemingly forgotten his wallet, which should have been your second sign, but after all, the third time’s the charm. Or something like that. 

Steve continued punching the bag and you watched on just to see how long he could go. His stamina was already impressive just by looking at how he’s barely broken a sweat, making you wonder just how long he could go. 

You jumped when Steve landed a punch harder than the last and the bag flew off the hook to join the pile with the other. “Woah,” you said quietly. 

“Want me to go catch him?” Steve asks. He steps off the stage and gets close enough that you can smell how clean he smells. Only a hint of musk hits your nose, impressing you further with how the fair has been open for a few hours now. “I could use a live target.”

Your brows shoot up and your eyes go wide, but the other man chuckles in response. “I’m joking,” Steve says, holding his hands up. 

“I should probably go try and catch him,” not that you really wanted to, but Steve getting this close to you had you go from feeling warm to hot. Some cool, fresh air would probably do you good. 

“Suit yourself,” Steve says before he steps away with a smirk. He returns to the stage with another bag and places it onto the hook. Before you leave the tent, you can’t help but watch for a minute or two, or three, or four the way Steve’s muscles move as he starts punching the bag again. 

You place a tip in the jar with the worker that stands in front of the tint. They smile gratefully at you, one that you return. You grab one of the flyers beside the jar that advertises the tent you were just in. Steve the Strongman the flyer reads at the top, and below it is the same portrait on the sign inside. 

By the time you had walked around the fair trying to find your date, the cold of the night had seeped under your clothes. You couldn’t find the man and stopped your search with a sigh. It was cold enough to see it in front of you. You pulled out your phone and another sigh left your body when your phone lit up to a blank screen. At least you stopped in front of a food stand, maybe it could help warm you up. 

Sometime later, after you were full of overpriced fair food, you heard a familiar voice behind you, “mind if I join you?” 

You turn to face Steve, a brown leather jacket now disappointingly overtop his upper body. “Sure,” gesturing to the other seat at the picnic table you sat at with a small smile. 

“Actually,” Steve said as he glanced around, “the night’s winding down. Can I walk you home?” He asks, holding a hand out. 

His warm fingers wrap around yours when you take his hand, “sorry if my hand is cold,” you say after you’ve thrown your trash away, careful not to accidentally throw Steve’s flyer away with it. 

“I don’t mind,” he responds as he squeezes your hand. His hand felt like you were holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee, you were sure it was going to warm up quickly. “I’m guessing he left?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve responds softly, his thumb running softly across your skin. 

“It’s fine,” you were disappointed, but more so in the effort you put into the night. Though, the payoff of having Steve walk you homemade that bitter feeling hurt less. 

“So,” you began as you walked through the grounds to the exit, “how long have you been doing this?”

“Not long,” Steve responds, “it started with portraits, and then I was asked to become the fair’s strongman attraction. It helps that they don’t mind all of the punching bags I go through, the old gym I went to though is a different story.”

“You drew this?” You asked, holding up his flyer. 

Steve laughed as he looked at the flyer, “I drew all of the portraits on the signs for the attractions. This was just supposed to be a one-time thing when the original strongman got sick.”

“Why didn’t he come back?” You asked. Maybe Steve used him as a real-life target, like he asked if he needed you to do earlier. 

“I heard he’s an art model now,” Steve says as you leave the fairgrounds and step onto the sidewalk. 

“Good for him. Are you thinking about following in his footsteps?” You ask with a smirk.

Steve lets out a loud laugh, “doubt it,” he goes quiet for a moment before speaking again, “but if you need some help with sketching anatomy, I’m sure we could work something out.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I’ll even give you a discount because you kept my flyer.”

Steve makes the usual long and boring walk back to your place much less long and boring, and by the time you’re at your doorstep, you almost want to ask if he’ll do it over again just to spend more time together. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to find that guy and rough him up a little?” Steve asks on your front doorstep. 

“I’m sure,” you say with a laugh, “you could sign this though,” you hold up the flyer, “all of my pens are inside though.”

Steve doesn’t sign the flyer that night, he’s far too busy kissing you once you’re through the door. The next morning though, after you’ve woken up alone in bed, you find the flyer on your bedside table, Steve’s phone number written underneath his signature. 

[i-write-but-only-sometimes]

Girlfriend | Stardew Valley Sebastian/F!Reader

Synopsis – Sebastian finds out that Sam is dating the farmer. Nice guys finish last.

Content Warnings – masturbation, creepy incel stalker behavior, excessive swearing, jealousy/pining

Author's Note – This is my first time posting a fic online and not just leaving it to rot in my Drive. I'm working on varying my sentence structure and hope the next one will be better!

**MINORS DNI**

The slamming of the basement door echoed through the dim, musty basement. Seb raked his fingers through his hair, grunting “Fuck!” through gritted teeth. The large case that had been slung around his shoulder clattered to the ground, with no regard to whether the keyboard inside would be damaged. Seb rolled his chair back and practically threw himself into it, pulling forward to boot up his PC. Frantic mouse-clicking and key-tapping eventually led him to his best friend’s Instagram profile. This fucking asshole.

Under the username, sam.i.am.01—how lame is that?—in his bio, was the final nail in Seb’s coffin. ‘Taken :)’. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Seb selected the first post, accidentally missing the image a few times before it blew up on the screen. Just a generic beach picture? He clicked the arrow taking him through the slides, ignoring the “cool" shells and sunset views until he got to one photo in particular. Sam and the farmer on the beach. She smiled as he kissed her cheek, both of them glistening, covered in beads of salty water as the ocean behind them reflected a perfect day. The caption: ‘Got to spend the day with my favorite girl in the whole world. <3 Just kidding, mom!’ Pens and pencils clattered to the floor as Seb pitched their container at the wall across the room. He gripped the arm rests on his chair and rolled away from the computer. “What the fuck?!”

Dingy floorboards creaked as Seb huffily paced around the room, biting away at the skin around his fingernails. The ones the farmer painted. ‘That post was days old and no one told me anything! He fucking knows I’m not on social media and he took advantage of that so he wouldn’t have to tell me to my face! He could say he thought everyone knew!’ Sam, that piece of shit, knew how he felt about her. Even when she was still the new girl in town, Seb liked her way before Sam did. He knew that. No wonder Sam had been so “busy” the past few days. Dark eyes focused on the map still sprawled out on the table from last week’s D&D session. It was supposed to be a one shot of an experimental system Seb found on Reddit, but Sam kept cracking jokes and it took longer to get through than expected. ‘I should have known then, every time Sam said something, he’d look to her for approval. And she ate it up!’ Come to think of it, more jokes had been at Seb’s expense than usual. He snatched the map and crumpled it up, colorful dice and intricately painted miniatures flying off and scattering on the floor. The map landed in a ball near an overflowing trash bin. Heart pounding through his ears, he returned to the computer. “Fuck this.”

As he sat, Seb tugged at the button on his dark jeans, undoing and and lowering his fly. He hated Sam, he fucking hated him, but he couldn’t change how good the farmer looked in her tight little swimsuit. Seb drank her up with his eyes, memorizing how nylon spandex indented her smooth skin. How sweat and saltwater intermingled and rolled down her curves. It was like he could taste her, and when he palmed his growing hard-on through the denim of his pants, he could feel her too. Running thumbs around the hem of his pants and boxer briefs, he hurriedly pulled them down mid-thigh, freeing his erection. He was warm, but it felt nice in the cool air. Under the desk was a bottle of lotion, and Seb reached down to pump some into his palm. This is it. This is what Sam fucking deserves.

One hand blocked the face of a traitor on his monitor while the other began massaging lotion onto his stiff cock. ‘Sam’s such a pussy, she’s got to pity him, going for a guy like that. But he doesn’t get the connection we have. He’ll see.’ He could treat her so much better. He knew he’d treat her so much better. Seb’s fist pumped at increasing speeds as he imagined the things he’d do to her.

If she chose him, he’d bring her out to the beach late at night. Elliot and Willy would be asleep at home and they’d have the shore to themselves, letting them talk and relax to the sound of waves crashing uninterrupted. She’d kiss him under the moonlight, and he’d snake a hand under the stretchy fabric of her bathing suit to fondle her breast, kneading her hard nipple under his thumb and making her hum in satisfaction. Her moans would be the invitation he needed to take things further, straddling her and humping her wet cunt through her swimsuit. She removes her arms and pulls the fabric down past her tits, and Sebastian is mezmerised by the way they bounce beneath him. He lunges forward, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, before pulling it upward and releasing it with a satisfying pop. Her moans reverberate into the night but are drowned out by the ambient sound of the ocean. But Seb wanted more; he wanted everyone to hear what he was doing to her. Shimmying his swim trunks down to his knees, his eyes bore into hers, begging for permission to enter. “Fuck me.” And so he does, yanking her swim bottoms to the side and plowing her into the sand. His hands and knees sink into the ground beneath them, but he still manages to pull her hips towards his and ram into her with unexpected force, grunting with each rut.

Sand sticks to her sweat-slicked skin as she pleads to him. “Shit, Sebastian…!” She reaches to lick a stripe up his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin just under his jaw and making him shiver. He pulls back, keeping his eyes on hers as he licks his thumb and grazes her clit. She squirms under him, rolling her hips to gain more friction.

“What, you like that?” He smirks, but her frustrated groans as a result of his teasing convince him to relent. He traces swift circles around her clit and is rewarded with a tightening around his cock.

“Yes…yes!” Seb lulls his head forward, overwhelmed by the pleasure, and watches as her pussy contorts around his shaft as he penetrates her. Fuck, she’s so hot.

He wanted her so fucking bad, it wasn’t fair. The glow of the computer screen illuminated his flushed, sweaty face in the dark room. She was so tempting, he found himself rutting desperately into his fist, increasing the strength of his grip as though it was her squeezing around him. Glazed eyes darted from the image of her breasts, to her midriff, to her ass and back up again; he wanted to visualize them all at once. He wanted all of her. She was his.

Seb brought the free hand against the screen up to his slack mouth, stifling a moan. Seeing the full image again, of Sam kissing his goddess, made him grunt in frustration, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Still, the tension building in his core was at its climax, and he came hot white into his palm and onto the floor beneath his desk. Head rolling back, a cloud of euphoria washed over him, followed by a wave of clarity and regret. Tears rolled down his warm cheeks as he drooped his head into his hand, liked the post, and closed the tab.

[holylulusworld]

Him, him or him?

Summary: It’s your birthday and you decide to attend a speed dating event for fun. And fun it is…

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Soldier Boy & Dean Winchester x Reader/You

Warnings: self-indulgent fanfic, multi-fandom fanfic, speed-dating, cocky Ben & Dean, implied smut, mentions of oral

A/N: I wrote this one for my birthday but used Y/N so anyone can be the reader. I’m a thirsty hoe, what can I say?

“You want to do what?” your friend gapes at you. “But you said that you’d rather die than go on a blind date or ever consider speed dating.”

“Uh-it could be fun,” you smirk. “You know, I can tell every guy a different story. For one I’m a stewardess, for the next an exotic dancer, and maybe I’m a dominatrix too. Let me fuck up speed-dating for them as they did with the dates I had to endure. “OH! Maybe I fake I’m going into labor next time.”

“Y/N, spending your birthday with strangers is not how I imagined the day would play out. We still can go to a club or have dinner at your favorite restaurant.”

“It’s on my bucket list, babe.”

“Speed-dating is on your bucket list?” she huffs. “That’s lame.”

“Speed-dating and messing a date up,” you grin. “Let me have some fun before I’m getting too old and lose my teeth.” You chuckle. “Come on, I didn’t doll myself up to not have some fun…”

“Hi, uh…I’m James,” the first guy sitting opposite you seems to be a little shy. He’s hiding behind a base cap and twiddles his fingers. “I came here with a friend. He wanted me to meet other people.”

“Y/N,” you hold out your hand. “I came here to…meet other people too.” You won’t mess with this guy. He seems to be nervous and shy. “Nice to meet you.”

“Same,” he mumbles. “So…what are you doing for a living?” James wants to know. “I’m kinda between two jobs.”

“Oh, I’m a Y/P (your profession),” oddly, you don’t lie to him. There is something about this man making your heart beat faster. “You said that you came with a friend. Is he looking for a date too?”

“Kinda,” James sheepishly looks at you. His soft blue eyes look you up and down, and for a moment it seemed there was a glint in them. “So, doll. Did you do this before?”

“No,” you sigh. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. You want to ask James if you want to talk somewhere else, but the bell rings and he says his goodbyes. “Aw, he wasn’t too bad…”

You watch James switch to the next table. He barely looks at the woman sitting opposite him.

“Hi,” a deep voice pulls your attention toward the man sitting down at your table. “I’m Steve. You just talked to my friend.” Damn, a tall blonde hunk took James’ place, and you fear this was an awful idea. “Did he talk to you?”

“Yes. He was a little shy but nice to talk to. I’m Y/N by the way,” you hold out your hand for Steve too. “Nice to meet you.”

“Same, doll,” he lowers his head and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. You giggle as it’s a little old-fashioned. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Do you have any hobbies?” you look him up and down. Steve looks familiar to you, but you don’t remember if you met him before. 

“I like to draw, and work on my bike,” he explains in a hurry. The bell will ring anytime and then he’ll need to switch places with some other guy. “Maybe I could draw you if I had more time…”

You lift one brow.

“Crap. I didn’t want to come over as a creep. It’s just you’re a pretty dame and I’d like to draw you, doll.”

You don’t get the chance to answer. The bell rings again, and Steve leaves your table. He gives you one last glance, smiling as you watch him go.

“Crap. He was kinda cute too…and tall,” you mutter under your breath as another guy walks toward your table. His legs are bowed, and he has this sway in his hips you can only call cocky.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he smirks, and his stunning green eyes sparkle as he turns the chair to sit astride the chair. “How’re doing here? Saw the other guys. Hmm…you can do better.”

“Hi. What’s your name?” you ask, holding out your hand for the cocky guy.

“Name’s Dean. I’m an Aquarius, enjoy sunsets and frisky women. You can find me on Tinder under Impala67.” 

You chuckle at his eagerness. “That was a lot of information within a few seconds.”

“We only got three minutes. Now that you know a few things about me, you can tell me everything about you. How about you give me your name first.”

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Dean,” you shake his hand too. Unlike the other guys, Dean doesn’t let go of your hand. He holds it while you try to tell him more about you. “I like sunsets too, and cocky guys. I assume your username has something to do with your car.”

“My baby. A 1967er Impala. Black. She’s a real beauty,” he leans closer and smirks. “With a huge backseat.”

“Bold and cocky,” you chuckle as he flashes you an adorable smile. 

He sighs as the bell rings again. “Three minutes are much too short to get to know each other. How about we meet outside and see how the night plays out? I’ll be waiting for you if you want me to.”

Someone clears his throat behind Dean’s back. “Buddy, it’s my turn,” the man says as Dean turns around to size the man up. “You had your chance. Now get out of my way.”

“Uh-Dean. Maybe you should switch to the next table,” you try to stop them from fighting. 

“You can have the chair, not the girl,” Dean snarls at the man. He looks over his shoulder and flashes you another smile. “See you later, sweetheart.”

You started with three great men. Sadly, the next men weren’t as nice as Dean, Steve, and James. They talked mostly about themselves, money, their exes, or, and that’s your favorite, how much they love blowjobs.

“Shit, how many more,” you huff as the bell rings one last time. “Hi. My name is Y/N. And no, I won’t give you a blowjob after we are done here.”

“A tempting offer,” the man sitting down chuckles. “But I would never ask a lady to give me a blowjob before giving her heads.”

“What?” your head snaps upward and you meet another cocky smirk. This one seems to be even cockier and more self-confident than Dean. He leans back in the chair and runs his hand over his beard.

“You seemed rather bored, sweetness. How about you tell me something about yourself? Name’s Ben, or the guy giving you multiple orgasms if you want to.”

“Whoa, you’re very…” you don’t find the right words. Is he intense? Cocky? Or arrogant. Maybe a mixture of all.

“You like sunsets?” he asks. “I heard you talking to the other guy. The one with the car he calls Baby.”

“Did you spy on us?” 

“I saw you and your friend before you entered the building and thought I should keep an eye on you, Y/N. You never know if a creep tries to get handsy,” Ben smirks as you lean back in your chair. You’re a little shell-shocked at his admission. “I only had eyes for you today. How about you forget about the other guys and come with me? We can have dinner…and more…”

“Whoa, you just admitted that you followed me and my friend. I don’t think this is the best basis for a first date,” you raise one hand to stop him from talking to you. “The others at least didn’t act like a creep.”

“I want what I want, sweetness,” he shrugs. “I’m not hiding that you caught my attention. It’s been a long time since a woman got my attention like you did.”

The bell rings one last time. You don’t know what to think or feel when Ben gets up from the chair. He smirks and taps the table three times. “I hope to see you later. If not, it was a pleasure talking to you.”

“Same…” you stammer. He makes you a little nervous, but at the same time, you’d like to get to know more about Ben. 

When the show is over you walk toward the organizer to hand them your list of the men you’d like to get to know better.

“Miss Y/L/N, four of your dates tonight submitted a list to us with only your name on it. They wanted me to give you their information,” the organizer says. She hands you a piece of paper with the information about Steve, Bucky, Dean, and Ben.

“Uh-thank you,” you take the piece of paper, awkwardly glancing at the information. “What now? Do they want me to call them or…?”

“That’s up to you, miss. You can call them or ignore them. If you liked one of them, you could get in touch with him,” she says. “If you would excuse me now.”

She leaves you to talk to other women. “BABE! Did you get a number or two?” your friend happily shows you the number of one of the guys she met. “Show me yours.”

“I got…uh…four,” you show your friend the information you got. “I just don’t know which guy I liked more. They were all four really…”

“Hot? Sexy? Fuckable?” she swoons. “You know, maybe two of them are up to a threesome.”

You choke on the air. “What?”

“Guys like shit like that.”

“I can’t ask them to have a-“ you huff. “Steve and Bucky are friends.” You lick your lips. “I mean. Friends share things right?”

“You nasty little slut,” your friend snickers. “Do you want to ask them for a night to remember?”

“I could just rename birthday and call it dick-day from now on,” you muse when your friend’s eyes widen in shock. “It was your idea, remember. I have a threesome on my bucket list too…”

“Hi-hey,” you walk toward Steve and Bucky. “I got your number and was asking myself if you are up to having…” your eyes wander toward Dean and Ben. You frown and wonder when they got best buddies because Dean is laughing about something Ben said. 

“What did you ask yourself?” Steve places his hand on your shoulder. “Doll, talk to us.”

“I don’t know. I was wrecking my brain to decide on whom I want to call,” you sigh deeply. “I liked you, and your friend. But there are two other guys I liked too.”

“Oh-four-leaf clover of hotness,” Bucky smirks darkly. “What do you say, Stevie? Are we up to some competition? I’d like to see her on all fours, serving me and you like a good slut.”

“Gentlemen, did we already decide on who is going to have her first?” you gasp as Dean and Ben step toward you. 

“What? I don’t understand.”

“We talked about inviting you to spend the night with us, sweetheart,” Dean whispers in your ear. “What do you say, Y/N? Do you want to come with us and have a sexy four-leaf clover of hotness all night long?”

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[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

1. Fairytale

From the june prompts. Set in the "accidental baby acquisition" au.

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For a decade, Anetra did not have a semblance of a sleep schedule, and that was how she liked it. She made her own hours, she was her own man. It meant she could go out in the middle of the week and get fucked up, then sleep it off until past noon and wake up fresh as a lettuce, knowing she had all night to catch up on work. That was the life.

And now here she is, eleven pm and exhausted already, struggling not to fall asleep in her baby sister’s tiny bed, again. It’s so bad for her back.

“Milena, please, it’s way past your bedtime.”

“I’m uncomfortable,” Milena complains, tossing and turning under the sheets.

She’s already asked for a glass of water, an extra blanket, a story, but nothing’s working tonight.

“Alright, wanna read another book?” Anetra attempts, rubbing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “Goodnight Moon? The Very Hungry Caterpillar? The Cat in the Hat?”

Milena shakes her head at all the options. She’s quickly getting bored of the small collection of books she has, since they need to read at least two every night before she can fall asleep. Anetra should take her to a bookstore soon. That would make a good Saturday. God, she’s gotten so lame.

“Can you tell me a story? A new story.”

“What kind of story? A fairytale?” Milena nods and turns to face Anetra, expectant, curling her hands under her cheek.

“‘Kay. Hm.” Her eyes keep closing on their own. “Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a princess– no, a queen, ‘cause she had a crown and stuff.”

“Princesses have crowns,” Milena informs her.

And then, Anetra feels tiny hands and feet dig into her body as Milena climbs over her to get down from the bed and go to her costume trunk.

“No, Mile, it’s late, buddy, it’s bedtime,” Anetra says, sitting up. “Come lay down.”

Milena obeys, like always, but she managed to find a tiara and she puts it on as she goes. Anetra sets her in bed again, but then Milena can’t lay down comfortably with the plastic tiara, and when she tries to take it off, she finds it got tangled in her hair and it hurts when she pulls on it. Anetra tries but doesn’t fare better, and Milena’s almost at the point of tears when Sasha appears on the doorframe like she knows she’s needed.

“What’s going on, girls?”

“I can’t take it off,” Milena explains in a wobbly voice.

“Oh, baby.”

Sasha sits at the foot of the bed and reaches for Milena, who immediately leaves Anetra’s side for Sasha’s. Quickly and painlessly, Sasha detangles the tiara from Milena’s hair without pulling on it once. Just another item in the long list of evidence that Sasha is magical in Anetra’s head.

Sasha kisses the top of Milena’s head and they get her under the covers again.

“Can you stay until I’m asleep? Netra’s going to tell us a story!”

“Really?” Sasha asks with too much mirth.

Anetra rolls her eyes and pats the bed, and Sasha lays down so that Milena is in the middle. Her fingers thread through Milena’s hair, and Anetra starts the story again.

“Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a queen with a crown– though princesses can have crowns, too,” Anetra corrects herself before Milena does.

Milena nods approvingly and scoots back into Sasha’s arms, finally relaxing.

“The queen was beautiful, with dark hair and green eyes, and she gave the warmest hugs.” Anetra waits for Sasha to catch on and give her that bashful smile she loves so much. “She also had the prettiest smile.”

Sasha shoves her shoulder for that one, then goes back to playing with Milena’s hair. The queen in the story goes through odd adventures and befriends forest creatures and engages in general queen-ness, and by the time she gets her true love’s kiss, Milena is sound asleep.

“Do you wanna stay over?” Anetra whispers to Sasha on the other side of the pillow.

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’s late. You take the bed, I’ll take the couch. You need to sleep on a mattress, old lady.”

“Oh, and you think you’re chicken? Who’s the one falling asleep before midnight?”

“The same person who got woken up at six by a tiny creature staring at me from my bedside. I almost had a heart attack.”

Sasha muffles her giggles on the pillow, and Anetra thinks she couldn’t even dream up a queen more beautiful than her.

[wehangout]

Jen, how would you feel about 47? 😁

Send me a number and I’ll write a gallavich kiss 👄

Thank you, Evie!

47. - - out of spite

"Morning," you say, watching Mickey - who looks adorably fucking sleepy even if you'll never say it to his face - shuffle down the stairs and into the kitchen. You meet him next to the table and plant a quick kiss to his lips. "Feeling better?"

He mumbles something about it being just a cold, but leans heavily into you. You press another kiss to the top of his head, maybe, kind of, a little bit breathing in the scent of him.

"Coffee?" you ask, one last, quick kiss to his temple before pulling back. He nods and moves to sit opposite Carl and Liam at the table while you pour him a cup.

"I want some coffee," Carl says when you bring Mickey's cup over.

"Then get up and get it," you tell him. You hand Mickey his cup with a smile and another kiss to his hair. "I gotta get to work. You gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine, Gallagher. It's a fuckin' cold."

You sit next to him and rest the back of your hand against his forehead. "Not warm."

"Because it's a cold," he says, picking up his coffee mug and chugging it down quickly. "I'm fine."

You hold his free hand in your own, bring it to your lips and kiss his knuckles. "You sure?" You press his hand to your face and place a kiss in his palm. "Because I can call in sick."

"Gallagher." His tone is all exasperation, but his eyes are soft. "I'm okay."

"Fine." You lean in and kiss his cheek before getting up and filling your travel mug. "Can I at least make you some breakfast before I go?"

"No," he says, and you can practically see his eye roll through the back of his head. He gets up and meets you in the kitchen, refills his coffee. "Go to work."

You pull him into a hug. "Fine. But I'm calling on my lunch break."

"Uh-huh."

You smooth a hand down his back and kiss his shoulder. Pull back to look at him, concerned but sure he'd tell you if he needed you. You lean in and press another kiss to his forehead, your sweet gesture interrupted by Carl's snort of laughter from the table.

"That's nine," he says.

You and Mickey both turn to look at him.

"The fuck're you talkin' about?" Mickey asks.

"Ian's kissed you nine times in the minute-and-a-half you've been downstairs."

Mickey's snort matches Carls. "Sounds about right."

"What?" You look between the three of them. "No I fucking haven't."

"You did," Liam says. "We were counting."

"Why the fuck were you counting?" Mickey asks, leaning back against the sink.

"Yeah, why were you counting?"

Carl smirks. "Because it's the same fucking thing every morning."

"Literally every morning," Liam agrees.

"So today we decided to keep track."

"Losers," Mickey says into his coffee cup.

"Ian's the one who can't keep his lips to himself," Carl says.

You look between the three of them, arms over your chest. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Not bad," Liam says.

"Just lame," Carl continues.

You look at Mickey. "Do you think it's lame?"

"'Course not," he says. "I know you can't help yourself."

You scoff. "Fuck you, I can help myself."

"Sure you can, stud."

"You're not irresistible, Mickey."

"No, but you're a kisser." He shrugs one shoulder and takes a sip of coffee, but you're pretty sure his smug smirk stays in place the entire time. "Always have been."

You look at the three of them again, scowling at their knowing looks, and reach for your bag.

"Whatever. I don't need to kiss you, Mickey."

"Uh-huh."

"Fuck you, I don't." You turn to your brothers. "Pay attention tomorrow, assholes. I won't kiss him once."

"Sure you won't," Mickey agrees, clearly humouring you.

"How about you don't kiss him now?" Carl says. "No kiss goodbye."

"Whatever. It's nothing. Fuck you all, I'm going to work."

Bag on your back, you leave the kitchen, and ignore their chuckles. You pause at the door to get your boots on. Reach for the handle. Stop.

"Fuck."

You storm back into the kitchen, finding Mickey exactly where you left him, leaning against the sink. One eyebrow shoots up at the sight of you because he fucking knows and fuck him for that.

You grasp his head in your hands and press a quick, bruising kiss to his lips, ignoring the laughter from the table and relishing in the sharp inhale through his nose. You let him go and step back, narrowing your eyes at all three of them.

"That was not a kiss goodbye. That was because you said I'd kissed him nine times and you can't just leave something at nine. It has to be an even number or a multiple of five. Everyone fucking knows that."

Silence.

And then.

"Sure, Gallagher. You keep tellin' yourself that."

You leave without another word, flipping them all off over your shoulder.

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Hi! I love your work and was wondering if you could do a Aaron hotchner x male reader where the reader is taller than him and he proposes to Aaron? And maybe the wedding at Dave’s house? If not it’s fine😅 Stay safe <33

Hey! Thank you for loving my work! I hope you like this one Hunter. And sorry it's been a while since I have been to a wedding. 😭

AARON HOTCHNER X TALL MALE READER

"You look better than usual Y/n. What are you about to do this time?"

Y/n friend Stanley asks while watching Y/n fix his hair for about the seventh time.

"look in my jacket pocket" Y/n points at the jacket that's currently laying on the bed. Stanley walks towards it carefully before digging his hands in the pockets. Once he pulls his hand out he is holding a black velvet box.

"No way Y/n..." Stanley mumbles out while opening the box. Stanley sees the most expensive ring in his life and lets out a gasp. "You're gonna propose to Aaron!?!?" Stanley walks over to Y/n expecting the ring.

"How did you afford the ring!?!" Stanley adds.

"Oh you know the regular. Stealing, favors, loans, lying, my life savings and shoplifting." Y/n says before answering the first question.

"Yeah... I'm ready and I hope hes ready."Y/n answers nervously. "Have you two ever talked about marriage." Stanley leans against his friend. "Well not often, but we talked about it a good amount." Y/n answers the question while making sure his clothes look good.

"Where you gonna do it."

"Somewhere lame. Like an alleyway y'know so he won't expect it." Y/n answers earning a hit on the shoulder.

"Nah i'm just joking... I want Aaron to remember this for his entire life, so why not over a great dinner and with the people he loves most."

The two stand in silence for a while until Y/n breaks it. "Think he'll say yes..."

"Y/n. I watched you stutter and choke on your words when you first met him. Now I get to watch you wait under an altar for him. Trust me Y/n I know hes the one for you. You are made for each other. Hes gonna say yes." Stanley speaks words to encouragement.

Stanley stares at Y/n until he stands on a chair fixing Y/n's hair. "Fuck. Why did God make you so tall."Stanley jokes kissing Y/n's forehead.

TIMESKIP

Surprisingly Aaron and the others arrived first at the restaurant before Y/n. The whole team is chatting among each other. While Aaron is wondering why the hell is Y/n late even though he arranged the whole thing.

"Does anyone know where Y/n is?" Spencer asks looking at the empty seat next to him. The whole team begins to make conspiracies as to why Y/n is late.

The reason is because he lost the ring

Finally after a while Y/n finally shows saying sorry to the team. Once the attention is off of him he moves his chair next to Aaron bowing his head down kissing Aaron softly on his lips.

Aaron melts into his boyfriend kissing him back with the same passion. Once the two pull away they smile at each other staring into the others eyes. "Hi Y/n" Y/n says to Aaron with a sweet smile. "Hello Aaron." Aaron says giving his boyfriend his name.

The couple are in their own world while their neighbor Penelope squeals at the couple.

The dinner is great and everyone is enjoying the food and the company Y/n tries to look normal, but sitting on a table full of FBI agents they can all see something up with him. They all can tell something is troubling Y/n.

Once it's the perfect time Y/n looks for a waiter and gives them a signal. The waiter signals the musicians in the back of the restaurant. The musicians stop playing the jazzy music to something more classy and welcoming.

The lights of the restaurant aren't as bright any more and go into something more orange like a sunset. The team became in awe looking at the scenery.

The whole place looks beautiful and it's the perfect time for Y/n.

Y/n clears his throat catching the whole table's attention. Some of the waiters give Y/n looks of encouragement before leaving. Y/n stands up moving his chair out of the way.

"Thank you everyone for coming today. I can't thank you all enough. The reason why I brought all of you here is because I wanted all of you to hear and see when I share something very important for a certain someone." Y/n takes one more deep breath before sinking to his knee.

The whole team moves around the couple to catch a better look while Aaron stares at Y/n in shock.

"Aaron Hotchner...You have been the greatest man in my whole life we shared together. I cherish every single moment with you and I never want it to stop. Even on our bad days and good ones I love every single moment we have with each other. I have such a connection and feelings for you I'd never felt with anyone Aaron Hotchner. You changed my life and you mean everything to me. I just want you to know I'll love you no matter what..."

Y/n goes silent taking the box out and opening it presenting the ring to Aaron.

"Would you marry me Aaron Hotchner?"

It feels like the world slowed down. It feels like Y/n can hear everyone's heart stopping as well as their breath. Y/n begins to overthink from Aaron's silence and tears threaten to fall. "Yes...Yes. YES. A million times yes!" The whole restaurant screams and claps.

The whole team cheers as the two share a passionate hug. Everyone congratulates the newly fresh fiance's. The rest of the dinner is full of excitement and happiness for the couple.

"Gotta ask kid how'd you do all this?" Dave asks Y/n gesturing the Champaign that was brought almost on cue and the flowers that the waiters brought. "Blackmail. Just kidding the manager owed me a solid." Y/n answers wrapping his arm around Aaron's shoulders.

Once the dinner was done Y/n got someone to drive his and Aaron's cars to their houses as Y/n and his new fiance walked around the city. The two end up at the park under a tree kissing. Aaron has his arms over Y/n's shoulders loosely hanging around his neck pulling him down. As Y/n has his hands on Aaron's waist holding him a bit higher as they share kisses.

As they pull away they lean against the tree in a comfortable silence. "God I love Y/n..." Aaron mumbles against Y/n lips as a tear falls from his eye. "I love you too Aaron. I love you more than anything." Y/n kisses Aaron's lips one more time before pulling away taking his hand walking back to the trail home.

The two make it to Aaron's house and they embrace each other in their arms on the porch. Y/n lays his chin on top of Aaron's head rubbing circles against his back. "Do you want to come inside?" Aaron asks laying his face between Y/n's chest.

"Yeah i'll come inside." Y/n gives Aaron a peck on the head before letting him out of his hold. Aaron unlocks the door and opens it holding it open for Y/n. Y/n goes inside mumbling a quick "Thank you." Before turning around waiting for Aaron to be inside.

"Hey Aar..."

Aaron hums and locks the door before looking up at his fiance.

Y/n walked up to him placing one of his hands on Aaron's cheek and caressing the cheek with his thumb before pulling Aaron in. Y/n bends his head down kissing Aaron on his lips with full passion.

"Can't wait for the day we become husbands..."Y/n mumbles softly against Aaron's lips before going back for the kiss.

Wedding day!

"Never thought i'll actually be here with you one day Y/n." Stanley says looking around at the scenery. "Never thought well still be friends." Y/n says back drinking champagne.

The two are at the way back of the backyard standing with each other side by side waiting for more guests to arrive. "Prepared a speech?"

"Nope. My speech is gonna come from the heart. And from the heart I mean cheesy romance movies." Y/n answers with a wink putting his elbow on Stanley's head as if he was a stand. Stanley rolls his eyes and argues with Y/n.

"My man!" Derek's voice breaks the two arguments up. Derek daps up both of the men with a smile. The three of them talk before Emily joins the trio then all of a sudden half the BAU is with them.

"Okay what are you guys planning." Y/n finally says watching another agent join them."Nothing it's just that it's time." Spencer says with the biggest smile on his face. Y/n gives Stanley a look before fixing his clothes and clearing his throat.

Everyone is under a huge bright tree. It is decorated with all kinds of fairy lights and Led lights. Some of the strong people bring everyone their own chairs while the best men stand next to Y/n.

Soon enough Jack is holding his father's hand walking towards the tree while everyone stands and some even recording. Y/n stares at Aaron with full of love and warmness in his eyes even some tears threatening to fall.

Once Aaron and Y/n were side by side Y/n mouthed "You look beautiful." Earning a warm smile from Hotch.

The marriage officiant smiles at both of them before looking at Y/n.

Y/n begins to say his vows never break eye-contact with Aaron. Y/n goes on and on about everything Hotch has done for him even adding Jack to his little speech. Y/n begins to wrap up his vows with his last words being

"I promise to love, protect and care for you always." "Y/n would you please repeat after me."

Y/n rolls his eyes but does what hes told. "I shall remain fateful." "I will remain fateful." "I shall not lie." "I shall not lie." "I shall love you till the end of time." "I shall love you till the end of time." Y/n shoots Aaron a wink alongside a smile.

Now Aaron turns and he says his vows alongside repeating the same words with the biggest smile on his face.

"Now are there any objections for Y/n L/n and Aaron Hotchner? Speak now or forever hold your peace." The marriage officiant asks the audience. No one says anything. Stanley opens his mouth to say something, but shuts his mouth seeing Y/n glare at him.

"Do you Aaron, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband. To spend the rest of your days with him. To care and help him throughout his life. To complete challenges with him you may face in your lives?"

"I do."

The marriage officiant turns to look at Y/n.

"Do you Y/n, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband. To help him through his best and worst days. To nurse him when hes hurt or with sickness. To honor him and cherish him as long you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Well by the power with vested in me I pronounce you both husband and husband!" The yard is filled with screams and claps. "You may kiss the groom." Y/n smiles move his head down closer to Hotch. Aaron is quick to cup Y/n's face bringing him down closer to him kissing him passionately on the lips.

Everyone is cheering for the couple getting more drinks and everyone has smiles on their faces even Stanley.

The newly wedded couple pull away from the kiss and get in a long embrace with each other. Happy tears fall from Hotch eyes as he cries softly from joy in Y/n's chest. Morgan was the one to separate the couple.

"Hi L/n." Y/n says to his husband cupping Aaron's face bringing him closer. The team swarms the couple giving them gifts and says congrats.

"Agent Aaron L/n. I can get used to calling bossman L/n." Derek says with a playful smile causing the whole team to laugh.

"Can't get enough of these L/n's." Garcia adds.

THE END