#wait another few minutes to see if the reaction is real or imagined

[tysonfurybattlepass]

i think i might have trauma surrounding my severe food allergies actually

[lady-ashfade]

Mha Men Reactions To You Thinking That Asking You Out Is A Joke.

—£ X Gn Reader

—£ Plot: Reader has been bullied and thinks that this is just another prank, they have been asked out before as a joke.

—£ Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Eijiro Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki

—£ Warning: Angst To Comfort, Reader Being Insecure, Reader being bullied, Reader Making The Boys Feel Bad, Crying, Bad Language, Fighting, Happy Ending.

Izuku

-He was so confused at first, then in disbelief and angry.

Izuku had worked himself up for mouths to finally ask you out. He’s been hinting at how he feels for you but you never seem to notice. All he could do each day was think about you, how he wanted to hold you in his arms and kiss you. He wanted to show you the world and all it could be.

So, he waited till you both got off of patrol and chased after you.

Hearing your name you turn around to see the green haired man running after you like a crazy man, flying so fast with a red tint on his face. Then to stop and huff in front of you, he laughed nervously.

“Deku? You okay…” you question and tilt your head. He couldn’t get enough of how cute you looked.

“Hmm, just want to tell you something.” He smiled and said it like a known fact. You wait for him to say something while you stand still, just waiting….Until he was just staring at you in silence.

You wave your hands in front of his face and he turned the shade of a tomato for a minute while jumping out of his skin. You were confused, he was acting strange? He hasn’t been this nervous in a while.

“Okay- Well” he takes a deep breath and then pours his heart out in a shout, “I like you- A lot. I have since you first showed me your quirk and flashed that smile. So, I want to ask you out on a date?”

Izuku came up with many scenarios of what could happen when he confessed. Like you laughing at him, rejecting him easily or harshly, even if you hit him! He planned for everything…

Expect to see you glare harshly at him, one that sent a chill down his spin. Your body tensed and your hands gripped on your bag.

“Real fuckin’ funny, deku. What? Did Bakugo set you up to this?” You spit at him. “Never thought you’d be the person to do this, is this for a prank show?” Your chest lets out a deep and angry chuckle.

He stared at you with his face drained and eyes staring wide. Was this his imagination? What are you even talking about. Did he say something wrong, he’s never seen you like this before. Cold and mean.

“Nothing to say?” You click your tongue and huff. “This isn’t a funny joke! It’s-” he watches you tear up and push a finger in his chest, “It’s cruel.”

“What the hell are you taking about?” He has no idea how much your words affect him. His chest was filling up with anger and his brows frown.

“Don’t act like you actually like me! You aren’t the first person to ask me out on a date as a prank! Or hell, even a bet!” You cross your arms and flare your nostrils.

Oh..

His eyes soften and swallow at your now trembling figure, looking so small now and shaking. Like he was a villain to make you feel worthless.

“You think I’m joking?” His hushed tone made you blink away some of the tears and whip them off quickly, nodding your head you bite your lip.

“You can tell whoever that you got me! Get your points or win, I don’t care.” You fix yourself and looked at the ground. You move backwards and turn around to walk away from him.

Izuku watched for a few seconds until he knew he couldn’t have you thinking this was for anyone else but himself. Grabbing your arm he turned you around and into his chest, coming face to face with his.

He had his serious and frustrated face, when he gets passionate. “I want you, I need you in my life. I don’t know who before made you feel like you were just a joke, but they don’t deserve anything. I want a date, a real one with fancy clothes and food.”

Your wide eyes stare in his, looking surprised. Your bodies were so close and he held you so tightly, his body was warm. “Just you and me.” He’s eyes flashed panicked as he looked between your eyes.

He heard your breath hitch and how hesitant you were to trust him. He wanted to know the battle you fought inside your head inside and out, so he could defeat them for you.

“Promise?” That small sparkle of hope made him smile.

“Promise.”

Katsuki

- He’s pissed off, man has no clue what the hell you are talking about. And how you could think he’d do something so stupid?

We all know Katsuki never half asses anything, like anything. If he didn’t want you around you simply wouldn’t. So when Katsuki knew for sure he was ready to be in a relationship, he wasn’t going to let it be half asses. You were going to be his, he would give you everything.

So, he asked you plain out. Invite you out to a restaurant and to walk around your favorite part of the city. He enjoyed how talkative you got when you were happy, so this would be just right for you.

Then you flat out yelled and him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Being so confused his loud voice rang through the empty park.

You roll your eyes, “You don’t think I know when a trick is played on me?” You ask with a pointed glare. “Look, you aren’t the first.”

Trick? You think he’s joke about this shit?

“Huh?! You think I’d take the time out of my day, but your ass food and do your favorite thing- Just to prank you?” He shouted.

“Don’t flip this on me! I know this is just a joke, ask out the “weird” person right? They must be so easy? Is that it? Want to seem so much better then everyone.”

Then he was completely enraged. He couldn’t help the blood pumping through his body as he gripped his fists.

“How fuckin’ dare you.” He stepped closer. “You think that low of me?” You matched his glare and stood your ground.

“I didn’t think you were the person to do it. But here you are.”

“Oh?” His tone growled out and tilted his head. His dark smirk sent chills down your spine. “And who are you to tell me what I feel like?”

You felt your self becoming sick and you tried not to let it get to you. But this wasn’t how you thought your relationship would go, him turning out like everyone else.

“I know that everyone always likes to pull this shit on me! Ask me out, not show or laugh in my face! Who set you up to this Huh?”

Clicking his tongue he turned away from you, “You’re so stupid.”

“No. I am just know when I am being tricked.” He looked back at you with a daring smile.

“Oh yeah?” He laughed and crosses his arms like this was so funny. Making you break.

“This isn’t a joke! And it’s not funny.” You stomp your foot and started to get so overwhelmed and tear up. How could he be so cruel? Why does everyone do this.

He yanked your hands and pushed you to the nearest bench, you protested and squirmed but he was stronger then you. “Sit still!” He demanded as his hands pressed down on your shoulders.

You sink down and just do as he says to make this situation go faster. “You listen, got it?” He stared at you seriously. You take a minute and nod your head, his sigh made you sink farther down.

“This wasn’t a joke. I first noticed how beautiful you were when you feel asleep on my shoulder after training. I like when your cheeks puff out when you eat, or that crinkle in your nose. I like how you look around if anyone notices when you fail in training. I like it when you call me “Suki” and how it makes me feel.” His cheeks heated up at admitting theses things but it was all true.

“I wouldn’t ask you out as a joke, and you thinking that is fucked up. I don’t deal with stupid people. Tell me,” he pulled out his phone and clicked around a few and then shoved the bright screen in your face. A picture of you asleep on his shoulder with drool on his shoulder and him looking so calm. “Would I let anyone do that? No, only you.”

You could feel your heart beat up and lungs losing air. Your head ran with thoughts as you looked at him. He was serious? And you just said all those horrible things to him.

“You mean- You actually like me?” Your voice and question made him laugh and shove his phone back in his pocket.

“Maybe I do hang out with stupid people.” Okay, you deserve that honestly.

You take a breath and cover your face. “Shit.” You groan and lean back without looking at him. How could you look at him again, maybe you just wouldn’t for the rest of your life.

“M’sorry.” The word muffled in your hands and he looked down at you. He loves how embarrassed you looked, hiding your face from him. But he didn’t want you to overthink anything.

His hands wrap around your wrist and pull them away from your face. You didn’t look at him at all still but he just leaned down closer, “Look at me.” His demand was soft and quiet, so unlike him. When he found your eyes again he felt himself at ease.

“I’ll bellow up those fuckers that pulled that shit on you. I don’t have time to play games. So, go on a date with me and have a good time.” There was that voice again. His loud voice to cover his emotions.

“If you’ll have me.” Your eyes looked so soft and sad. Like he would still rejected you.

“Be waiting for you. And i wouldn’t want anyone else.”

Kirishima

- Completely taken aback. He was frozen and confused, then sad and angry. His heart was broken.

Kirishima was a man, and a good man. He kicked himself for months because he wanted to ask you out but didn’t want to ruin anything. You were just so sweet and beautiful, his heart flattered when he saw you smile.

Of course he wanted to ask you out! So, he worked up himself like izuku and made sure to be on top of his game. He would style his hair, clean up after a long day and check himself out in the mirror. He had to look best for you, like a man!

He waited until you got done with your work and headed home to ask you for a date. He was waiting for you by the door with a huge but nervous smile. His chest was filling up with butterflies,

“Y/n! Over here.” He waves you down. You looked at him and smile as you march towards him. Your regular clothes looking amazing on you, he could tell the day was rough for you but you still looked as beautiful as aways.

“Hello, good work today kiri!” Your praise made him blush harder and scratch his neck. His ego growing. “Need to teach me some of your moves.”

Okay, he needs to cool himself down. You are just too cute and pretty, he finally had you alone and ready to ask you out.

“Actually, um.” He looked at you with a wide mouth before clearing his throat. “I was going to get some food, maybe I can tell you there?”

You thought about it for a minute. You have gotten food before with him so it’s not weird. So you nod. “Sure!”

“Actually, I had something else planned.” You watch him blink, he watches you tilt your head. “I wanted to ask out on a date. Right now, to any restaurant you want of course.”

Your body tenses and hand comes to clinch your chest, looking around for the hidden camera. His smile seemed real but you knew the truth, this was a cruel prank.

“Not funny kiri.” Your voice sounded different as you got angry. You turn your head and cross your arms, “Think this is funny? What kind of a friend are you!” You shout making him sink back.

He was now frozen with his face white and smile gone. He stared at you confused and unknowing what to say.

“I’m sorry..But, what are you talking about?” You only huff at his words and puff your cheeks and chest out.

“Don’t play dumb! I know what this is,” you turn around and look for someone, “He got me! Really funny.”

Kiri stepped closer and looked to where you looked, “Y/n, it’s just you and me here.”

“Oh, so you just wanted to see for yourself what i would do? Because asking me out is so fucking funny. Well,” you hit his chest. “It’s not!”

Your words and hands feel like knives. You have never seemed so loud and broken before or yelled at him before. He wanted to tear up with you.

“I don’t think it’s funny, what are you talking about?” His hands covered the yours that rested on his chest. “Did I say something wrong?”

You tear up fully and start to cry, “I know kiri, no use of hiding it. I know this is just some stupid prank to get me to feel bad about myself and you won! Just like all the others.” You try to pull away from him but his body moves on its own and keeps you from moving.

His blood starts to rise and his teeth start to show. You think this is a prank, that he was just doing this to make you cry? And what others? Oh, this was making him pissed.

“Who did it? I’ll talk to them, that’s so unmanly! Hurting someone like that?” He leans down to you, “Let alone you…that’s the most cruel thing I have heard.”

You blink up at him, your arms struggling to pull back come to a stop. “What do you mean? You did it to.” Your voice broke and didn’t sound as angry but disappointed.

“I would never. I’m not joking y/n, I want to take you out on a date. Even more now to show you that you can be loved, like I do! Please give me a chance, you are the only person I think about!” He backs away from you and bows his head to plead.

“Let me take you out on this one date and if you don’t like it, then I can deal with it! A man has to step up. I wanna go out with you so bad!”

You stare down at him in shock at his outburst as he begs you…no one has done that before. Kiri didn’t seem like the type of guy to ever joke about this..But why would he want you?

Sighing you look away, heat coming to your cheeks. He asked you out and you just made a scene. “You mean it?”

His head shot like a dog and nodded his head quickly, “It will be the best date you ever had! I’ll even buy you dessert.” He poked out his chest with pride and now a smile to convince you.

“Fine! But if you think-” your eyes wide and throat close up as he smashes his lips onto yours. You feel yourself growing weak and unable to move.

He pulls away quickly with a blush at his cheeks, “I am serious, did that prove something?”

“P-Point proven.” He smirks at his victory and takes you by the hand to show you a wonderful night.

Tamaki

-He’s so stressed and sad, he’s confused. This one might hurt.

Tamaki gets embarrassed so easily but when he is around you something just happens to him. He’s so fluster and can’t look at you but at the same time he’s calm and needs your company. Tamaki finds himself thinking about you and your smile, how soft you look to hold. But why would you want someone like him? Someone who hides and stutters all the time.

Until he was forced to ask you out by Mirio. If he didn’t tell you then mirio would have to tell you himself. And Tamaki almost fainted on the spot. How could he face you?

So he went to your office, stuttering already and panicked. When he knocked on your door he hoped you wouldn’t be there.

“Hello,” you greet the person with a smile that only brightens when you realize it was him, “Tamaki, come in.” You open the door for him and he walks In quickly.

Your office was just like you. He loved how you made this place just as your own, it made him feel safe.

“What’s up? Need another pair of hands on a mission?” You walk back to your desk and near your gear that you needed to take off. He cleared his throat.

“N-no, actually, I have something to say.” You turn to look at his tense frame. “Oh?” Then he turned his face around and took a deep breath.

“Mirio helped me with this. Close your eyes and say what’s one your heart. Um- Okay, okay.” He whispers to himself and tightens his fists. You arch a brow and watch him curiously.

He takes a deep breath then begins to stutter and trip over his words, “W-Wanna take you out- On a date.” His voice breaks loudly. “I hope I did it right..” I wishes to himself breathy and panting.

You stare at the back of his head and place your hands on your desk..Mirio must have set him up to this. Must have felt pity for you, or to do this as a joke.

“I can’t believe you both- I’m not a bet or a joke.” He jumps out of his skin at your shouting voice. His head runs quickly at what he must have said to make you yell at him.

“This isn’t- Oh no, not how I want this to go.” He closes his eyes and shakes a bit.

“Oh? Wanted me to say yes so you guys can laugh? Or, what? Get brownie points for asking me out? Out of pity!” There you go shouting again.

Tamaki has never heard you yell like this, unless it’s a villain…is he a villain? No, he can’t be. But his ears heat up and he sinks into his clothes.

“No…I just wanted to go out with you.” He spoke louder but still hesitant in himself. He stayed still for your next words but they never come.

Only a sniffle.

You lean down on your desk and sob while trying to stay quiet. You thought that Mirio and tamaki were your friends, and would never hurt you.

He turned his head around and something twisted in his stomach to make him feel sick. Seeing you with tears rolling down your face and sink into your own skin like him, made him feel horrible.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he walked toward. You grip on the desk and let out a soft chuckle, “That’s what happens when you pull a prank on someone.”

It clicked in his brain finally that you thought he wasn’t serious. Like he just treating you less and as a joke. It was harsh to think of him like that.

“Y/n..” he walks closer to you as you stiffen the closer he got, you sob harder.

“I get it, you can tell miriro you got me.”

“Y/n.” He said clear and without a stutter, his face and body now on the side of you. “I am in love with you.” Your breath hitched and he hears it.

“You make me wanna be brave. I can’t help but get flustered and shy around you because- Well because you’re so pretty and nice. But I want to take you out..” he leans closer as you look up at him. “I want..” he trails of and glances into your eyes with matching tears curl up in his eyes.

“I want you.”

You take a deep breath and stand up straight. You feel heat raise up in your body of embarrassment, “M’sorry.” You sob again and throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer.

And he’s back to being a melted mess as you hold him close. He blushes and softly wraps his arms around you and pats your back lightly. “D-Does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?”

You chuckle and pull away from him and whip off your own tears as his hands stay on your hips. “If you don’t hate me.” You nod and sniffle one more time. He smiles,

“I Could never hate you.”

[cloudzoro]

You're cuddled up against your boyfriend, Tsukishima, as a christmas movie neither of you are paying attention to plays in the background. When you look up at him you see he's already staring at you. His soft side is reserved for select people, so seeing the smile on his face as he gazes at you makes your stomach twist.

“You ok?” you ask when he refuses ro look away from you. He answers your question with one of his own.

“When did you first fall in love with me?”

The question shocks you so take a moment to think. There's been so many moments over the last few years when you've realised how much love you have in your heart for this man. There is one, from before you were even together, that stands out to you.

“A few weeks after we first met”

“that soon?” he asks.

“are you saying you didn't fall in love with me quickly?” you responded in mock offence.

“no, I fell in love with you at first sight,” he says, completely serious. The firm statement silences your dramatics immediately. “but I was such an asshole when we first met, I thought it would've taken you a lot longer to warm up to me”

He's not entirely wrong but you shake your head and he wordlessly turns off the television to prove to you that he's paying attention. You shift to get a little more comfortable before you start the story of the day you fell for him.

You set up to start working in the cafe on your university campus, you hear a pair of footsteps approach the counter and turn to see Tsukishima leaning on it.

"I know your shift doesn't start for another 10 minutes but can I please can I get a coffee or something, I'm exhausted" he looks as if he were attempting to look cool and intimidating but he's failing miserably. He stumbles over his words and almost loses his balance as his arm slips on the counter. He turns red in embarrassment but you think he looks cute. The nervous dork is way more appealing to you than the cold asshole - even if the whole tsundere thing is hot.

"Of course, it'll be our little secret," you say, turning to start making his drink. you're not usually this forward but you're enjoying making the stoic man flustered. "So what did you want?" At first, he mumbles, almost ashamed of his order. He usually doesn't care about the opinion of others but the idea of you laughing at him makes his stomach feel funny. When you lean a little closer to hear him, it makes his chest feel tight. He repeats his order carefully so he doesn't completely fuck up his sentence.

"I'll have a caramel iced latte," he says, waiting to see your reactions. His friends like to make fun, saying they expected him to get a black coffee and be done. You smile and nod at him before starting to line his cup with caramel sauce. He watches you make his drink with a small smile. Despite how awkward things were right now, he likes the idea of seeing you every morning.

You turn around with his drink and jokingly ask if he has a sweet tooth but the way he subtly looks you up and down when he says yes makes you nervous and you clumsily drop his drink. His eyes widen at the noise and he immediately feels bad for pathetically attempting to flirt with you. He rounds the counter, wordlessly helping you clean up. He mutters a quiet apology, fearing he made you uncomfortable but he relaxes a little when you laugh it off. You make him another drink and he insists that if you're not going to let him pay for this one then you should let him pay for the one you dropped. You cave and take his money. As he leaves you ask if he'll be here at the same time tomorrow and even though he doesn't answer, his smile says he will.

“that's it? I completely and utterly humiliated myself in front of you!” he says, pulling you from your own imagination.

“Yeah you did but it was cute. You showed me part of the real Tsukki” you coo ruffling his hair which earns you a sarcastic eye roll from your boyfriend. The action pulls a laugh from you which Tsukishima can't help but mirror. Seeing you happy makes him happy. “You are a little nerd tho” you add, provoking the blonde to playfully wrestle you onto your back. He raises his eyebrow as a dare to try pushing him even further but you just simply decide to ask him a question instead.

“Did you really fall in love with me at first sight?” you ask. His cheeks flush red as he averts his gaze.

“As soon as you walked through the classroom door I was a goner” he says, putting his weight on you so he could hide his face in your neck. You're about to respond when the alarm you set buzzes signalling it's midnight. The date flashes on your lock screen and you look up at your boyfriend with a grin on your face. “Merry Christmas, Baby” he says leaning in to kiss you.

“Merry Christmas Kei”

[mirisss]

Enhypen poly reaction to "The new Kard"

Pairing: Enhypen OT6 (not including Niki because he’s a minor) x idol! (Y/n)

Wordcount ≈ 600

Warning: Kard’s song Cake is referenced (quite a sexual song & choreo), some sexual innuendo, mdni, nothing explicit,  

Summary: In a world where the Kard we know today doesn’t exist, instead a new Kard is created. “The new Kard” = (Y/n) - 02 liner dating Enhypen, Keeho (P1harmony), Ricky (ZB1), & Yunjin (Lesserafim). So how will Enhypen react to their beloved girlfriend’s debut? 

Authors note: Thank you for the request! This was such a fun idea, I’m not an expert when it comes to Kard but I listen to their music every now and then. It’s sort of short but it’s mostly because it’s a reaction fic. Not my best work, but I hope you still enjoy it. 

Request by 🍮 - anon

Please reblog! 

Third person POV

(Y/n) participated in I-Land with the Enhypen boys where they all fell in love and entered a poly relationship, though unfortunately, (Y/n) did not debut with the boys. Instead (Y/n) had to wait another 2 years until she got to debut, her debut group was one-of-a-kind as it was a four-member co-ed group consisting of Yoon Keeho, Huh Yunjin, (L/n) (Y/n), and Shěn Ricky. 

Enhypen was waiting for the MV for (Y/n)’s debut song to drop. They couldn't wait to see the choreo or hear the song as (Y/n) had told them, they would be very surprised. The members were counting down the seconds to see the MV, just the same as a lot of pre-debut fans were. Enhypen had gotten permission from HYBE to stream their reaction to the MV as it was well known that Enhypen and The New Kard were good friends, the relationship between Enhypen and (Y/n) hadn’t been released yet but the fans knew the two groups were good friends. 

“3, 2, 1! It’s out!!! LET’S GO!!!” Jake screamed as the other five boys laughed. Jake clicked on the now-posted MV for “Cake” by The New Kard, they were very intrigued by the name ‘Cake’. (For reference here, check out Cake by Kard). Throughout the entire MV, the Enhypen boys kept shouting “OH! WAH! Holy!” And things alike it. The fans watching the stream were freaking out over Enhypen’s reactions as the boys seemed to be speechless but also a little turned on by the way they were blushing and watching one of the Kard members. The fans couldn’t tell if it was Yunjin or (Y/n) they were so focused on. 

Once the MV was over, the Enhypen boys were blushing and giggling like crazy. “Wah, that was, wow,” Was all Jay managed to say. A few minutes later they ended the live and called (Y/n), asking her to come over. 

* When (Y/n) arrives at Enhypen’s dorm * 

“Hey guys,” “Hey, baby,” Heesung said as he gave (Y/n) a hug the second she stepped inside. (Y/n) noticed the looks the boys had in their eyes, it was playful. “Come on, come inside,” Sunoo said giving her his signature innocent smile that she loved, though the look in his eyes told a very different story to his smile. “What’s up with you guys?” “Hmm, (Y/n), why don’t you show us the choreo to Cake? We want to see it live,” Sunghoon whispered in her ear, causing chills to run down her back. “Please, baby? It looked so good in the MV, I bet it looks much better in real life,” Jungwon said before kissing her cheek. “Of course,” If anyone else had asked, (Y/n) would never have done it but now it was her dear boyfriends and she too felt very excited by their reaction. 

Not my gifs - but this is pretty much how I imagine their reactions

[youwouldntlietopapa]

Could you do the prompt "What are you doing? You said you'd stay with me!" with Copia and either a masculine or gender neutral reader?

I can only apologise for where my idiot brain ran to. But here you go.

No real warnings on this one, entirely stupid fluff. Mild distressed Copia. Anesthetic administered for medical reasons. Dentist phobia. Blood mention.

Also available on AO3

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Copia was still sitting in the large, reclining chair, staring blankly at the ceiling with his mouth half hanging open. Not entirely the fault of the gauze. A little bit of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. A sight that made it very hard not to laugh. Poor man.

“Copia? Baby? Are you okay?” You step a little closer and rub his arm.

He’d been absolutely terrified about the entire thing that he’d been up practically all night pacing and fidgeting and standing near the bathroom in case the anxiety threatened to empty his stomach one way or another. Not that you’d fared much better. He was up so you were up. Trying to distract him and calm him down. Offering anything and everything you could think of to ease his troubled mind.

“You promise you won’t leave??” He’d asked a dozen times at least. On the drive over and in the parking lot before you walked in, his chin quivered when he asked again. It would have been cute if it hadn’t hurt so much to see him looking so petrified.

“I promise. I’m right here beside you and I’m not going anywhere. I swear it on my life.” You’d cupped his cheeks, wiped his eyes, and kissed him softly. “Not even Satan and all his generals could drag me away.”

“What if… what if I don’t want to do it? We could just… forget this. Go get a nice breakfast, maybe see a movie, amore?” You could feel the panic rolling off him in waves.

“Baby, I would love nothing more than to take you as far away from here as I possibly can. I don’t want you to have to go in there either. I definitely don’t want to see you so scared. But I also don’t want to see you in pain. You can’t keep taking handfuls of painkillers and hoping for the best.”

His shoulders had slumped and he buried his face in your shoulder without resistance as soon as you tugged him closer. For a long while, he needed to be held while you rubbed his back and whispered assurances and praise. He really had been very brave, even if he didn’t feel like it.

“Please, Copia? For me? We get through today and it’s all over. And then a few days to recover.” You’d kisses his temple and his forehead, buried your face in his hair to kiss the top of his head. “I’ve got so many packets of jello just waiting for you at home. And whipped cream. And lots of other soft things to eat.”

“Pastina?” He had looked up at you, finally, with the saddest eyes you’d ever seen.

“All the pastina you can eat. I promise.”

“And cuddles?”

“More cuddles than you can imagine.”

“And fuzzy blankets?”

“Only the fuzziest, my love.”

“And pudding?”

“Any flavour your heart desires. And you’re stalling, babe.”

“…….. A little bit.”

It had taken another few minutes of hugging and working up his courage, but eventually he’d let you walk him inside. The building was brightly lit and cheerful, though it hadn’t improved his mood much. He’d simply clung to your hand and tried to disappear into his hoodie. And, fortunately, the oral surgeon had been very understanding and accommodating about him needing you to stay with him.

When the anaesthetic had finally taken hold and his eyes rolled back into his head, it had been a relief more than anything. “At least he’ll get a little sleep now.”

The staff had all assured you that it wasn’t an uncommon reaction, but that he’d be just fine. He was in good hands after all. And, no matter how uncomfortable it was sitting there while they’d dug around in his mouth, you’d promised, so that’s where you’d stayed. Still holding his hand and running your thumb over his knuckles.

When it was all over and done, they’d left you both to wait for the drugs to wear off, only looking in to check on his progress every few minutes. You’d gotten up to stretch and pace around the room, looking at all the bits and pieces and things you didn’t really care about as much as you just needed to decompress. When he’d groaned a little, you’d rushed back over, but he simply made a half hearted attempt to open his eyes before giving up again.

And there he still is. Eyes finally open. Glazed over and staring at a ceiling you’d not sure if he’s actually seeing.

“Copia?” You try again. Grabbing a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth.

His head lolls toward you and he squints against the light and the drugs. “Are you the doctor?” You make out through his gauze packed mouth and uncooperative tongue.

Biting the inside of your cheek to stop from giggling, you shake your head. “No, baby. Not the doctor.”

He furrows his brow, staring intently, trying to work out where he knows you from. “Did he send you?”

“Nope, didn’t send me either.” A chuckle escapes you. “You don’t remember me?”

“Should I?” His eyes widen in surprise. Dammit, he’s too cute like this. And it’s probably not wise to ask the doctor if you can keep him this way for a bit just because it’s adorable. “I can tell you that you too gorgeous to be a doctor.” Copia tries for what might have been a charming grin if his face wasn’t still frozen, his mouth wasn’t full of bloody gauze, and it hadn’t caused more drool to run down his chin. Still it makes you blush.

“That’s very sweet of you. I think you’re gorgeous too. That’s probably why we’ve been together so long.” You desperately try to cover your laughing by kissing his forehead.

He stares at you with wide, puppy dog eyes, trying to wrap his mind around this new information. “Wait… You are going out with meeee?” You rush to grab him as he tips dangerously close to falling out of the dental chair. Copia responds by cupping your cheek… more or less… more like getting slapped lovingly in the face. Gasping in awe. “Woooooooooooooowwwwwww…. That’s amazing….”

It’s too much. You can’t handle it. Giggling helplessly and wiping your eyes. “Yes, that’s right. I think it’s pretty amazing too.”

He leans closer and lowers his voice to the stage whisper of someone who got into the communion wine. “Have we kissed yet?”

You wheeze and have to take a second to answer. “Yeah, babe. We have. So many times.”

“Holy shit!” He exclaims, loud enough that a nurse pokes her head in. Copia waves a floppy hand at her while you’re doubled over laughing. “I’m dating them! Did you know!?”

The nurse claps a hand over her mouth and shakes with laughter. “I did… I did know.”

“Isn’t that AMAZING?”

Both you and the nurse are both entirely lost to the giggles because of this ridiculous man. “It’s incredible. Congratulations!”

“Wooooooooowwww…” He says again, staring at you adoringly. “Is that why you’re here now?”

“That’s right. I promised I’d stay because you were scared and because I love you very much.”

Oh the way his face crumples all at once. His voice comes out as a strained, very muffled, squeak. “Really???”

“Really really. You don’t remember?”

He shakes his head and sobs. “You’re so nice to me! And so pretty!”

You’re pretty sure no one has ever made your heart so full, and hurt so much, and desperate not to laugh all at the same time. But, thinking back on it, if it were going to be anyone, it would be Copia. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry. It’s okay.” You take his hand and kiss his fingers. “You’re so pretty too. And I always want to be nice to you, because you are so wonderful.”

Copia lifts his head, already looking like an impressive mess. “I didn’t even get you anything!” Between his puffed out cheeks, the drool, the blood, the tears, and now the runny nose, you’re glad they’ve given you a little privacy. Half a box of tissues later and he looks a little better.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to get me anything. You’re my favourite present.”

Well, if one lesson has been learned today, it’s that anaesthetics make Copia a crier. Not a huge shock, but you’re definitely going to need to ask for another box of tissues with him sobbing again. One quick look around the room with none to be found, you give his hand a little squeeze and get up to go check the hall for a nurse.

"What are you doing?” His desperate, panicked cry comes from behind you after you take three whole steps. “You said you'd stay with me!"

It’s a frantic rush to get back as he tries to push himself up off the chair. “No, no, no! Babe! You need to stay sitting! You’ll fall and hurt yourself.”

“But you were leaving me!” he sobs.

“I just wanted to get you some kleenex, that’s all! I swear!”

The commotion summons the nurse again, who peeks in still desperately trying not to giggle and wiping her eyes. “Everything okay in here?” she manages.

“Good, good, really. Just… can we get another box of these.” You hold up the empty tissue box.

“Of course.” she chuckles shaking her head. “He should be okay to go home in a little while.”

“Thank you. That would be good.” You clear your throat, trying to repress the laughter still bubbling up.

“I get to go home?” Copia asks, forgetting his woes entirely. “With you???”

You look at the nurse. The nurse looks at you. And you both crack up laughing.

“That’s right, baby. I’m going to take you home.”

“For sex!?” He blurts out.

“Maybe after a nap.” You wheeze, resting your head on his shoulder and trying to not die laughing.

Across the room, the door shuts quickly, and even over Copia’s continued drug addled rambling, you can hear the sound of the nurse absolutely losing it all the way down the hall.

Copia gently pats the top of your head.

“Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight… because you’re sleepy. Gotcha!”

[tparker48]

After shrinking yourself to the size of a barbie doll, you hitch a ride on one of the other fans. Security was already tight as it is for the hollywood event, but at least this way you wouldn't draw unneeded attention to yourself. Entering through the hallways to the concert area, the lights grew brighter as signs were placed along the walls. You felt exposed as you hugged against their jeans, but you knew that wouldn't last long. hopping off of their leg, hid behind a potted plant. As you eyed the guards surrounding the doors. Each patted down their guest before they entered inside.

Phase one complete, you thought to yourself. You made your way down the opposite hall as celebrities walked through the corridor. Wonder where they're going? Curious, you followed them into room further down the hall as you slipped pass the closing door. Hiding behind a trash can as the celebrities made their way to the furniture, where others would be waiting with nothing but their undergarments on.

Getting closer, you hid behind a shelf and continued to eye them. One of them standing before they gripped at their rear. Quietness filled the group, the one standing extending from the group before they suddenly groaned.

Flrrrp! A burst pierced the room, its sound as sharp as a broken trumpet as the acoustic in the room carried its tone. You were caught aback upon the deed, looking to the other celebrities for their reaction. But they.. remained calm, Laughter eventually filling the air before another released a burst of gas. Then another joined in, and then another, another then.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing, each of the celebrities farting through air like a musical. But in a way, it seemed to excite you.  Imagining the abrupt force each may have as you relished at the sight. You wanted to capture this moment, digging through your backpack before you drawed your phone. But Just as you pulled up the app, a bell rang through the room, the celebrities getting up as they made their way to the stages. All except two who sat along the couches, Simon Spier And Shawn mendes.

"We've got a few minutes before we have to go out. Anything you want to talk about, Shawn?"

"Meh none that'll get me excited" he replied.

Those two are still here. Your  opportunity wasn't up just yet, you thought. Moving closer to the two celebrities, you moved toward the couch as you slipped through the middle of cushions. Peeking out from the gap between them, you hovered your phone into the air, pointing it at the two to get them into len's sight. "3..2...1." You went to press at your screen, but noticed a looming shadow cast above. A smooth crack falling down as it crashed into you.

You felt the cushion flatten before you catapulted into the toned mounds. Coming face to face with their pucker as it prodded at your hair.

"They really need to get this couch replaced." You hear Simon above, his voice shaking the flesh as he spoke.  Rumbling soon resonated before the ring above pressed at your head.

Prrt! The ring busted open as gas spewed out from its depths. Motoring through the flesh before it turned into a warm hiss. Your cheeks flushed red as Its rancid smell showered over you like a vent, making your eyes water as you raised your hands to clog the hole. But a simple groan is what you  heard, before seeing his hands peel apart the glutes.  gravity taking the opportunity as it sunk you into the hole’s crater.

The hole felt warm as it crashed at your head and shoulders, squishing against your body like jello as the inner flesh burrowed you deeper between the mounds. By the time you raised your hands, the ring adjusted as it gummed at your head.

"Mmm, I suppose this position will do, the edge is pushing real nice back there.” Simon wiggled his rear until his cheeks rested on both sides of the said spot, the musty folds digged into your head as a clench yanked the ring up to your neck. Submerging in foul flesh as its muscles quivered around your face. When it relaxed, you could feel the ring wrap around your head like a helmet. A gurgling sound lingering within the walls before the flesh bulged out toward you.

Brrt! Another fart exited out from its depths. Its flow squeezes past your body, but Its heat collected in the rectum. It was like a dutch oven as your face endured the gas, you tried to struggle to free yourself, but the anal muscles surrounded like a barrier. Keeping you front and center while the gas around you filled the walls like a balloon. With another squeeze, the ring finally loosened as you were extracted from the orifice. Gas rushing out with you as it gust blew into you.

"Aah, that was a good one" Simon huffed, feeling the warmth from his gas fill around his rear, rubbing it into the chair to keep the feeling from fading.

You adjusted your palms just a little as they clinged to the tight pucker. Kneading into them to catch the celebrity’s attention. You felt the rear above glide against before you poked out from his backside. Did that work? Does he know that you were there? As he adjusted, you expected him to turn to acknowledge you. but another form loomed closer, forcing you to gaze upward as another ass hovered above.

 “Let me try that spot.” Shawn said, he cheeks spreading toward the couch.  With a light thud, your world was back into a world of flesh. Asshairs scattered around it like a bush, the inner flesh still smooth from the outer layer of the cheeks as they glossed swiftly around your head. But when the couch cushioned deeper into the mounds, their soft surface turned to a cotton feeling as bushes of asshair surrounded the hole.

"Yeah, yeah I dig." Shawn squeezed his body as a bubble traveled through him. When it exited out of its depths, it spewed into the Asshairs as they softened the blow, but didn't stop their scent from seeping through.

Its presence was unceromonious, crashing into your face like waves as its hiss lingered beyond the hairs. When it finally settled, you reached into the strands as you fiddled your fingers towards the hole, spreading them apart as its brown pucker revealed itself. Welcoming you with a sharp blast before its ring focused its flow like a jet turbine.

Gravity ushered it closer, its lips puckering to welcome as Simon’s did. You couldn’t bear going through that again, this time gripping at the corner to keep it away. But the ring wouldn’t let up, spilling into your hands before they overwhelmed your arms. Just as the hole started to rest upon you, a knock came from the door as one of the cast spoke to them. "We are on in 3 minutes gentlemen, Best hurry to your booths before the show starts."

"Almost forgot about that," Simon admitted. "We’d best get a move on, Shawn.”

"Yeah I hear ya." He said.

You feel the rear squeeze upon you as Simon got up from the couch. Without a chance to move, you were hoisted along with his back side as the glutes shaped around your body like a blanket. Your head stuck out from the top of the flesh, but was quickly covered by a pair of underwear before skinny jeans sealed you in your prison. You muffled inside the clothes, hoping for Simon to notice. But you only felt a pat along his rear, before his legs started to move. 

Upon the stage, the two celebrities talked with the host of the event. Talking about their future gigs as they questioned them on their success. While they talked with them, you struggled against Simon's flesh, making him wiggle in his seat as he tried to control it.

"You seem pretty excited today Simon," you heard the announcer say. "Mind sharing what's got you so excited." 

He sat up as he shifted in his seat, squeezing his thighs. “Oh nothing out of the ordinary. I’m just happy to be here.”

[anabdaniels]

Flufftober 2023 with Agent Whiskey- Day 7- Sharing clothes

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Gender Neutral Reader

Word counting: 400

Rating: General audiences

It was another winter afternoon; you were lying on the bed on your phone while you waited for Jack to get out of the shower so the two of you could watch something as you suggested earlier, of course letting aside the detail that it was just a trap to make him watch The Phantom of the Opera with you, so you didn’t have only your pillow to hold while crying during the show.

A few minutes later you heard his steps and looked at the bathroom door, frowning and letting out a short-surprised laugh with the vision you had. Jack raised one eyebrow and placed his hands on his hips, just making the scene more enjoyable.

“May I be informed of the reason for your laugh?” he asked somehow being able to be serious, as if it was a real question.

“Nothing just got caught off guard by your unusual outfit.” You said while still smiling, referring to the fact that Jack was wearing your pink bathrobe with heart prints.

“In my defense, I forgot to bring my clothes to the bathroom, and this thing is pretty comfortable.” He answered with one hand lying on his stomach and walked towards the closet.

“I’ll want an indemnity for the steal of my bathrobe.” You said playfully while still appreciating the sight of Jack wearing the last thing you’d ever imagine him using.

“Do you really want to discuss cloth stealing here?” he asked while looking carefully at you, referring to the fact that you were wearing his sweatpants and one of his plaid shirts.

“You know what? Enjoy my bathrobe as much as you want.” You answered and laughed quietly.

“Since you’re agreeing so much…” he walked to the bed, settling himself close to you “There’s no way I’ll change now, I’m already warmed on this.” You shook your head with a smile and approached him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Now you just tempted me to go to Walmart tomorrow and buy us matching unicorn bathrobes.” You teased just to see his reaction.

“My love, as long as it is warm and soft like this one, I couldn’t care less about what it’s patterned on it.” He answered calmly, really meaning it.

“I’m definitely going shopping tomorrow.” You laughed and settled yourself better against him, already considering everything you could buy.

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[the-archangel]

Finally!

We've all waited for it to happen, for weeks and weeks we've hung on, finally it does and V is awestruck - and maybe Johnny is too. Also, it's accidentally exactly 1000 words long and still very little happens!

“It’s 4AM V, go the fuck back to sleep.”

V had been tossing and turning for hours, Johnny could sleep through that, but now he’s (albeit very quietly) talking to someone over the holo and that’s just a step too far.

“Gimme a minute,” the merc whispers softly to whoever is in the other end of the call, “Just fuck off if I’m disturbing your beauty sleep, no one asked you to lurk on the side of my bed.” he hisses to Johnny.

“Where else am I going to go in the middle of the night? Sides, I’ve been looking after your interests.” V looks at the Rockerboy quizzically. “The egg moves…”

V follows Johnny’s eyes over to the other side of the room, it was on the tip of his tongue to ask what new gonkery Johnny had dreamt up to stop him talking to Kerry when he saw it, the egg moved. “I’ll call you back.” he tells his new input and crawls over the bedding to sit next to his imaginary friend. “What’s it doing?” he asks in hushed tones.

“How the fuck should I know?” Johnny replies, “and why are we whispering?”

V shrugs, if he’s honest the stupid egg had been sat in that bowl for so long he’d presumed it was a lost cause, but there it was rattling around the ceramic and making a gentle tapping noise. “How long’s it been, y’know, moving?”

“Couple of hours. Few more and you’ll be living the high life.”

Johnny receives another confused look, “What?”

“Think of the eddies V, there’s idiots who’ll pay through the nose for an iguana.”

They sit staring a little while longer as the egg jumps and skitters around the bowl, “What’s an iguana?”

The exasperated look Johnny gives V is almost audible, “It’s a lizard,” he tells him surprisingly patiently, “mostly found in South America. Though where a low-rent merc like you found it I can’t imagine. Been looking at that thing for months wondering if it was ever going to do something.”

V goes over to the bowl crouching until it’s at eye level and looking with child-like wonder as a tiny crack appears in the shell. “Got it from Yorinobou’s suite at Konpeki Plaza, wasn’t even sure the lizard was real, it was just sitting there like some kind of weird statue. Thought the egg would make a preem souvenir… though it turns out I got more than one of them that day.”

Johnny nods, “Shoulda maybe stopped at the lizard.” He looks at the back of V’s head waiting for a reaction, receiving none he crouches down beside him joining the vigil. “Look, you can see it through the crack.”

Sure enough, movement can be seen through the growing crack, a tiny nibbling action working on expanding the hole and making an escape.

“I used to know a guy in the market in Japantown that traded in exotic shit like this, doubt he’s still there but someone over there’s bound to still do shady lizard related dealings.” V nods in a non-committal way, he’s mesmerised by the newly revealed pink nose poking through the gap with every nibble. “Ten thousand at least,” Johnny continues, “prolly more, if you’re lucky there’s a few gonks out there ready to get into a bidding war for a super-rare dude like this one.”

“Jackie would’ve really loved this,” V murmurs wistfully, “he’d be calling Misty over so they could sit and watch it together thinking of names and picking out tanks.”

“Yeah well, you’ve just got me. Call it Eddie and let someone else do the hard work.”

The two men continue to stare at the slowly dissolving egg, mesmerised by the emerging hatchling. When nothing appears to happen for several seconds the pair exchange worried looks, but the tiny animal is merely taking a breather from its hard work and soon resumes the destruction of its former home. More of its face is revealed, big eyes and bright green skin, a pink tongue helping it gulp down its first meal. V’s face softens, this may be the most magical thing he’s ever witnessed – apart from that one guy who miraculously came back to life after V’s blades cut his head off, but that was more a cyberware malfunction than an actual miracle.

“What do iguanas eat?”

“How the fuck should I know, bugs or some shit. It’ll do just fine in here.”

V considers giving Johnny a dark look for that crack, but he has a point; Nibbles is often noisily wrestling some sort of wildlife in the middle of the night.

“You’re not seriously thinking about keeping it? Think of the eddies!”

Both pair of eyes swing back to the tiny lizard drawn by the sound of the egg shell quietly falling to one side allowing the hatchling to push itself free and lay panting in the detritus. It’s intelligent eyes roam curiously around the room finally focusing on a surprised Johnny who lifts a finger to stroke it’s head. “It can see me!” He marvels as the creature preens under his touch.

“There’s a tank at Jackie’s place we could use,” muses V.

“Nah, this one’s a free spirit. Let it have the run of the place, it can share bug duties with your ugly cat.”

“The ugly cat you spend most of the day murmuring to whilst you’re both curled up on the couch?”

“Only cuz you’re such shit company. Look, it wants to get out of the bowl”

V gently lets the lizard skitter onto his hand and holds it up to look it over. Johnny leans in looking over V’s shoulder and the men have matching smiles as the hatchling’s tail wraps around V’s wrist. “I think I’m gonna call it Jack.” The brown eyes look straight into V’s and seem to approve.

“Yeah, that’s a good name, I’m just gonna, y’know keep an eye on it for while.”

“You do that Johnny.” Says V grinning.

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

3. interlude: choices

A/N: So I’ve been planning things out more and I’ve got a pretty good idea on how I want this all to go and now Imma prolly spend all day writing again, lmao. But surprise!!! I know this is super short, but it counts as a whole chapter and it is VERY important!! It may be called interlude but it is not at all a filler, I promise you. I’m really excited about this, I can’t wait for us to get further into the story!!! Enjoy!!!!

Pairing(s): N/A

Summary: They say that change is everywhere. That it happens all the time. Every second, every minute, every hour. But it's our own choices that decide what those changes are and how they affect us and the people around us. And while sometimes those choices can lead to absolute joy, they can just as easily lead to complete devastation.

Tags: Police, ambulance, body bag, crime scene

Song Inspiration: N/A

Word Count: 464

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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[Series Masterlist]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

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He pushes past dozens of people. None of them are who he's looking for. He steps through the yellow and black barriers without much thought to it. His eyes scan the scene before him as he jogs forward. There's so much noise. So much chaos. Flashes of red and blue take over his vision every few seconds. A rattle catches his attention. His head turns to face the doors of the building as he stops in his tracks, right in the middle of everything. The doors are opening and his breath hitches.

It's something you really only see on tv, not in real life. And he suddenly wishes it could've stayed like that for him. But this is very much real. The rattling he'd heard was that of wheels. His eyes roam over the large black bag being carted off and he tries not to imagine what kind of shape the person within it could be in. He was grateful for the zipper that blocked anyone from seeing them. He swallows around his now dry throat, his eyes following the bag on its journey to its ride, leading him right to who he's here for.

He immediately heads over to the man, calling out to him as he does so, but he receives no answer. He stops when he's standing right in front of him. The man with golden blonde hair and bright red eyes. But something's off with him. He's completely still in his spot on the cold, concrete bench. His clothes are wrinkled and out of place. His hair looks like it's been ran through and pulled at almost to the point of being ripped from his head. And his eyes. They were usually so full of life, sparkling with mischief and amusement. But there was none of that now. Now they were just dull, vacant, unseeing orbs.

He waved his hand in front of his face with another call of the man's name, but there was nothing. No reaction at all. The blonde just kept on staring straight ahead with no expression on his face, not even blinking. He frowned, taking in the items in the man's hands. A pen and a clipboard. Looking closer, he realized what the clipboard was for. The man in front of him was holding paperwork for a witness statement. He swallows, trying not to panic at what that could mean. He looks back to where the body bag was now being strapped down, getting ready to head to its next destination. Who is that? What happened to them? He looks back to the one sitting in front of him, his brows furrowed in confusion. And what does it have to do with him?

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A/N: Soooo, what do you guys think happened?? Very mysterious and vague angst 👀👀 Do you enjoy the puzzle I’ve now sprang on y’all?? Cause I sure do 🤣 But seriously, I hope you guys liked it!! Let me know your thoughts, as usual!!!

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[whyispotatoheadalreadytaken]

Response to all the parts

So, I hope Walmart lady gets fired for that. That is not at all appropriate or professional. I’m surprised you didn’t just knock her fuckin lights out. I might have. Babies cry, especially as they grow up, and want more independence and autonomy.

Look, what you do sucks sometimes. You don’t suck. Let’s settle on that. I think I have stuck around for various people over time because I understand the circumstances. I get why it is scary and why people initially hold back or run from me. So, I patiently wait for people I love and care about. I’ve had to learn to balance that over time and have boundaries. Like, I can’t stop living my life by waiting, but I know there’s potential and that a person has the means to absolutely flourish if I help it grow. That is probably another reason I love gardening. It speaks to the soul of who I am as a person. The payoff of encouragement and growth is always so rewarding. It’s what I used to tell Zoë when she would ask me the same question when we were in college. I just knew (probably because the circumstances are eerily similar and always have been) that she would be unstoppable the minute she accepted herself for who she is. And she is now more than she’s ever been. Getting to watch that happen in real time was kind of incredible. So, that’s why I stick around. Gotta watch all of my hard work pay off.

Glad that your family seems to be doing well at the moment. I hope it stays that way for a little while. We’ll see how that stands in a month. I wonder what her reaction would be if you were to talk to her about it, though. Yo, Sly is so big!!!! I about died when you posted that picture of him. When did he get so tall???? I found a picture of him as a baby on my hard drive at the beginning of the year. I had no idea it existed, and that was a hard find. Somehow not nearly as hard as stumbling upon a video of you, me, and tabby in the back of your mom’s van on our way to Lexington. That was when we went to Hurst’s for your band stuff? Maybe? If I’m remembering correctly. That was hard. We were all so tiny. Especially Tabby. The hardest part about your tweet about sharing the Christmas story with your kids wasn't even that you told them that you weren't friends anymore. It was that Tabby liked the tweet. I'd be lying if I said that seeing that didn't make me tear up. And then all that was somehow not as hard as stumbling onto that phone recording. It had been so long since I had heard your voice. I was a hot mess. I was just trying to organize the contents and was not going out of my way to dig stuff up except for trying to find something from you in those specific folders. Jessica getting married, haha; why does that thought make me laugh? I dunno. It feels weird, I guess. She’s not been married for so long now that it feels weird to imagine her married, if that makes sense. It does make me sad to hear that story about Aiden, though, because I remember when you told us that his favorite character from Star Wars was Finn. I remember saying out loud, “Wow, that’ll be cool while that lasts.” Something along those lines. And I guess it didn’t last that long. I feel Faith and Colson. I feel like winter gets harder and harder as I get older. I’m not sure why that is, or maybe I just miss gardening so much when it’s gone. That was something I didn’t have to miss a few years back. We are thinking about going to Hawaii again at the end of February. It’s the cheapest time to go, and our mental health could use some nice weather and a break. I’m glad that Tabby is doing well compared to where she was. I’m proud of her too and sad that I can’t see it or even say that to her.

Um, so I knew the Sydney thing was bad…but I didn’t realize it was that bad. Yeah, you gotta cut that loose. Seriously. That’s a different level of emotional manipulation and codependency. She kinda sounds a little borderliney. It’s the repeated, intense self-harm bit that gives me that indication. She needs to find herself a DBT therapist. Tis very effective for individuals who struggle with emotional regulation (hello, I love DBT!!!) but especially for individuals who have borderline. Though this makes me sad that you aren’t going to Nashville anymore. Was gonna be nice knowing we were both there. But yeah, that’s a relationship past the point of unhealthy. Establishing healthy boundaries with her would be hard if she isn't already working on those skills with a trained professional who can also help her process the intense emotions that come with that. That really sucks for her, though, if I can humanize that experience. Emotion regulation is hard enough already, but it is one hundred times harder for people who have borderline. So, I have an enormous amount of empathy for her situation, but there also needs accountability. She needs to get better, and she can if she follows through.

[michwritesstuff]

Late Nights (The Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron)

This song just gives giant Rafe Cameron enemies to lovers vibes! Also, Holy shit, this is my longest work ever! I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it!

This takes place season 1, before Rafe kills Peterkin. Let’s just pretend he’s not a psychopath. He’s still the resident bad boy of Figure 8, but not a killer…

summary: female reader (she/her) x Rafe Cameron When Y/N finds herself abandoned by her friends at a house party thrown by no other than Kook King, Topper Thornton, she finds odd company in the form of her classmates and neighbors that she has taken very little liking to. She is surprised to learn that her disinterest in all things “kook-related” has sparked the interest of a particular kook. tw: mention of alcohol/drug consumption, slight smut (18+) word count: 4.1k

Y/N might’ve been a kook, but if it wasn’t for her consistent attendance to Figure Eight events you wouldn’t have known. She hated all the superficial bullshit and quickly found herself befriending a certain group of pogues who she would often run into while working on the Cut. Everything in her life had been so easy for her, and although she was grateful, she couldn’t help but feel guilty about the privilege she received while her friends had spent their life fighting for a chance. Being able to find an ally in Kie was all that Y/N had to look forward to as she continued to find a place for herself among the fight between class divisions in her small hometown.

Summer was coming to an end, and with a few weeks left you couldn’t help but just enjoy the moments with your friends. Sitting on the small boat as the sun slowly set, passing the blunt around while you all tried to keep a serious conversation going before blurting out laughing at some stupid shit JJ had said. You had even found an unlikely friend in the form of kook princess, Sarah Cameron. You had known Sarah Cameron for as long as you could remember, always greeting each other’s families at events and having at least one class together every year. But this was different, you had known Sarah but never gave her a chance to hang out. When John B mentioned her a few weeks ago and started to bring her around you and the other pogues were stunned to say the least. You knew that she was dating Topper Thornton, I mean everyone knew that, but what she had with John B was different, at least from what you had seen. “This was great guys, but I promised Topper I would meet him at his party. Keep up appearances, you know?” Sarah said unsurely. Everyone looked around, nodding in understandment, except John B. “I don’t like him,” JJ spoke up, standing up for John B who continued sulking in silence. “Yeah, him and Rafe are always doing some shit,” Pope also spoke up. “You guys have no idea,” Kiara replied while rolling her eyes at the thought of the kook boys she had known so well. You also nodded in response. “Yeah, well I would invite you guys, but I can’t imagine that going over well.” Once again everyone nodded in agreement, except John B. “What if Y/N goes with you,” he suggested. “Thanks for throwing me under the bus!” you exclaimed back at him. Sarah turned to you with a shy smile, “It’s not such a bad idea. I mean you would know almost everyone.” “Yeah, so does Kie, you don’t see her being volunteered to go,” you exclaimed again. “That’s because they actually like you,” Kie replied, smirking when you rolled your eyes at her statement, she was right. “C’mon Y/N it’ll be fun. You’ll have me to hang out with and if you absolutely hate it, we’ll make up an excuse and leave. Besides, it’d be nice to have someone there that I don’t need to be fake with.” You thought for a moment before slowly nodding your head, cursing under your breath as your friends cheered around you. “There’s our little kookie,” JJ stated, jumping away in defense as you attempted to punch his arm.

The bass of the music pounded in your ears as you walked up the driveway. If even possible it got louder once you finally entered the front door, you swore your eardrums were about to rupture. Finding the kitchen, you reached out for two truly’s, your disappointment in the night continuing as feeling they were just room temperature. They weren’t your first choice of alcohol to get through a night like this and seeing as though they weren’t even cold made it worse. You instantly cracked it open, downing as much as you could on the first sip. You handed the other one to Sarah, bumping your open can to her’s in an attempt to say cheers. She laughed at you, “I’m gonna go find Topper. You’ll be okay if I leave you alone for a few minutes?” You took another sip before responding, “Figured this would happen at some point, yeah I’ll be good.” Watching her leave your eyes scanned the kitchen, deciding you needed to loosen up some more you pushed off the counter, “I need something stronger,” you whispered under your breath.

Making your way through the house you scanned the room for unattended bottles you could mooch off. To your surprise you were pulled by the arm, “Omg Y/N, what are you doing here?” a girly high-pitched voice screeched. You turned around, already ready to use your preppy voice, “Hey Claire,” you responded in a mock happy voice matching hers. Claire was sweet, n just not your cup of tea. The two of you had always been civil, sharing a few classes here and there. “Mind if I?” you asked, gesturing to the bottle of Tito’s vodka in her hand. “Oh sure, just be careful. I’ve gotten fucked up with this shit more times than I could remember,” she laughed while handing you the bottle. You lift the bottle up to your lips, the taste on the rim barely making an impact on your tastebuds. But as you thew your head back and lifted the bottle you took one big swig. The alcohol ran down your throat, a warmth following the path it took as it settled in your stomach. “Ugh, Claire, that shit is just straight rubbing alcohol. How the fuck do you drink that?” you exclaimed, handing her the bottle as you wiped the back of your mouth with your hand. She laughed at your reaction, “Believe me, in a little while you won’t even care how it tastes. Just know that you’ll feel it.” You nodded your head while once again scanning your eyes across the room. A few feet away was a coffee table surrounded by teens. Claire noticed your interest and dragged you over. Looking up from the table was Rafe Cameron, Sarah’s brother, who on more than one account you had gotten into a heated argument about your choice of friends. The two of you made eye contact as he wiped the leftover residue from the line of cocaine he had just done. Classy as ever Cameron, you thought as you broke eye contact and examined all the other teens waiting their turn. Rafe greeted Claire with a smirk and half-nod before returning his attention to you. “Awww Y/L/N, get tired of hanging around those boring old pogues, and decided to have some real fun?” he mocked while gesturing to the lines set up in front of him. You scoffed at his suggestion, “Keep dreaming,” you responded. Living in your teenage years and drinking was one thing, but if your parents caught you doing drugs there was a good chance you wouldn’t have much of a life to live. Making eye contact with you he slowly lowered himself closer to the table, quickly doing another line before looking up at you again. Is this kid trying to kill himself? you thought to yourself. You reached out for Claire’s bottle, taking another swig before motioning it up to Rafe. “Always a pleasure Cameron,” you stated before handing Claire her bottle.

Leaving the room, you realized that you hadn’t seen Sarah for a while. Wandering around the house in attempt to find her you bumped into Topper. “Hey Top, seen Sarah anywhere?” you asked. “Uhm a little while ago, she said she went to go find you,” he said quizzingly. “Yeah, right. Just kidding, she went to the bathroom. I’ll go find her,” you quickly spitted out. Nearly running you got away from Topper as fast as you could before finding an empty spot on the wall. Leaning back against the wall, you pulled your phone from your pocket and found a few texts from Sarah and one from John B. “Hey Y/N, John B showed up.” “We just left, please distract Topper.” “I owe you one.” You responded back, “ughh ok, I’m on it.” Clicking on John B’s name you read his message, “sorry kookie, had to steal her. thanks!” You rolled your eyes at the dumb nickname him and the others decided for you, their attempt to always tease you about your kook lifestyle. You sent him the middle finger emoji and a yellow heart before turning your phone off and looking around for Topper. Spotting him talking to Kelce you kept your place on the wall. As long as you could see him and he couldn’t see you, there was no reason to suspect anything about Sarah. Besides, after about half an hour you could probably make a break for the exit, and no one would notice.

As you continued to scroll on your phone you were slightly startled by the presence of another human standing near you. Your eyes looked up to a boy standing in front of you. He was tall, but you couldn’t ignore how young and immature he looked. “Don’t even think about it freshman,” you said before he had the chance. He laughed while nodding his head. “Hey, I had to try. Should’ve known a girl as smart as you wouldn’t give me a chance,” he responded. You gave him a quizzical look as you quickly glanced him up and down. He wasn’t too dumb if he knew to compliment your intelligence over any physical feature. He reached his hand out to shake yours, “I’m Nathan.” You glanced at his hand for a second before reluctantly shaking it “I’m Y/N,” you replied. “I know,” he said a little too quickly making the both of you chuckle. “Mrs. Nichol said you were the captain of the mock trial team. She talked to you the other day about me joining,” he rambled on. You laughed at his apparent nervousness. “Oh yeah, well I guess it’s nice to meet you, Nathan. Not exactly the type of place to bring up extracurriculars,” you laughed while motioning to the number of teens, drugs, and alcohol around you. As you did you could feel the stare from a certain kook, no doubt watching your exchange with the boy in front of you. “Probably not, but it did get you talking to me,” he quirked back. Nodding your head in amusement at his reply you responded, “Touché.” As the volume of the music had apparently increased within the last few seconds of your exchange, Nathan leaned forward slightly so he could hear you better. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asked while leaning down. “I can take it from here,” you heard Rafe speak from behind you as he slid his hand around to the small of your back. Confused by the situation unraveling in front of you, you were quick to speak. “Uhm, actually Cameron, Nathan and I were having a lovely conversation about something you couldn’t possibly be interested in,” you stated attempting to distance yourself away from Rafe and closer to Nathan. “Yeah, I—” Nathan attempted to speak before being interrupted, “Seriously, Miller, beat it or practice on Monday will be hell.” You confusingly looked at Nathan and Rafe before finally understanding. Just like you would be Nathan’s captain, so was Rafe. “Water polo?” you questioned. “Yeah, you’ll catch a game?” he asked in return. “Yeah!” you said sweetly before a mocking scoff turned your attention to Rafe, to which your surprise still had his hand on the small of your back, it almost felt natural that you hadn’t noticed it was still there. Looking at him expectantly he pulled his hands away holding them up in an ‘ok I get it’ way. “Can I help you?” you asked expectantly. “Care to go for a swim?” he asked. You looked at him confused, you weren’t sure if it was your light buzz from your shots of vodka talking but he seemed just as surprised as you were as you answered, “yes!”

As he grabbed your hand, you quietly followed as he led you through the house. “I’m gonna need more alcohol before we do this,” you exclaimed as loud as you could, hoping he would hear you over the volume of the music. He turned to look at you for a moment before turning back and nodding, showing that he had in fact heard your request. Walking through the kitchen he left you at the counter while reaching into one of the cabinets, pulling down a full bottle of Tito’s. He motioned you from your spot and you continued to follow. “My parents got this as a gift for the Thornton’s but it’s not really their style.” You nodded understandingly, Topper’s parents didn’t really seem like the type to be chugging back vodka shots, they were more sophisticated. Following him through the house you were confused as you walked past the sliding glass door that led to the pool and the dozens of other teens who had the same idea you two had, or so you thought. “Where are we going?” you asked. Rafe stayed silent as you continued following him. Opening another set of glass doors, he let you exit first before quickly following. On the side of the house was a hot tub that apparently no one knew about, seeing as though you and Rafe were the only ones out here. “What the hell is this, Cameron?” you asked. He looked at you, confusion evident on his face. “You said we were going swimming. We can’t do that in a hot tub.” He laughed before handing you the now open bottle of Tito’s, watching you take a sip he replied, “What, did you plan on working on your breaststroke or something?” He said jokingly. “No, I actually planned on playing mermaids. Maybe it’s you who needs to work on breaststroke,” you responded wittily. He feigned shock and hurt, taking the bottle from your hand. “My breaststroke is amazing, just ask your friend Claire,” he winked as you scoffed in amusement and disgust. After taking another sip he handed the bottle back to you, removing his clothes he stripped down until he was in his boxers. That left little to the imagination as you could see the outline of his dick printed. Feeling your eyes, he gave you a smirk to which you sheepishly took another sip of vodka, shaking as you felt the liquid burn down your throat. Entering the hot tub, he sat with arms spread out to both his sides, resting on the edge. “Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked. You nodded, feeling your breath catch in your throat. You handed him the bottle, starting to undress as you felt his eyes drawn to your exposed skin where you had begun to lift your shirt. “Hey! Turn around Cameron,” you exclaimed. He put his hands up in defense, turning his head so his attention was drawn to the bubbles and pressure coming from the jets. Folding your shirt and jeans on to the table nearby you turned back around to Rafe examining your exposed body adorning a basic black sports bra and lace thong. You immediately turned red, not knowing how to react under his intense stare. As you entered the hot tub you slipped when placing your foot on the bench to step in, landing you a little closer to Rafe then you planned. He held your arm as you attempted to steady yourself. “You alright?” he asked. You were able to manage out a “mhmm” as you reached for another sip from the bottle. He gladly handed you the bottle, a lazy smile on his face.

You weren’t sure how you always ended up like this but something about being drunk and outside led to you staring at the moon and stars. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Rafe asked, breaking the silence. You tried to remain calm with his choice of words, not wanting him to know the effect he was having on you. “Just thinking,” you responded quietly. “About what,” you scanned his face for a second, genuine interest radiating off him. “As niche as it sounds, life…I mean doesn’t this all seem so pathetic,” you stated as you continued to stare off into the sky. “Life?” he asked, laughing to mask his confusion. You chuckled along with him, “No, this…pogues vs. kooks. It’s all so fucking dumb. There are so many more problems out there, so many people who need help and we can’t even come together to help people in our own community.” He just hummed as you continued to ramble on, listening to what you had to say. “I can’t help but just feel guilty. I mean what did I do to deserve this type of life. I mean my parents work hard but they’ve had so many opportunities because of their parents and their parents, and it just keeps going. This sort of generational wealth and success…” you quietly trailed off as you realized who you were talking to. “But I mean you probably don’t care,” you said while looking at him. He shook his head with a smirk. “Now I know why Sarah never shuts up about how smart you are.” You looked at him more intently, “what?” you exclaimed. He nodded his head, before turning his attention to the sky like you had before. “I mean, I guess I just never thought of it that way. Kind of blind to the privilege that I have.” “Must be all the coke,” you mumbled to yourself under your breath. He shot you a warning look before chuckling, “might be the coke,” he responded. You laughed along with him before a serious tone washed over him. “I mean it Y/N, you’re just so attuned to the needs of others,” He exclaimed. “Well, you can be like that too,” you reassured him. “Yeah right, there’s not a lot of hope left for me,” he replied sarcastically. “That’s not true. I mean sure you have your flaws, but from what I’ve seen you’re a good friend, loyal and family is important to you. Those are good qualities, and I mean of course you’re not half bad looking.” He laughed at the last part. “Well, Y/L/N, you’re extremely caring, intelligent, and hot as fuck! So, you have that going for you.” It was your turn to laugh and turn red at his comment.  You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol dulling your senses, but as you looked into Rafe’s eyes you felt yourself being drawn closer. You both leaned in, lips barely brushing each other as your breaths slowed. “Can I kiss you,” he asked. You could barely hear him over the sound of your own heart beating in your chest. “Please,” you nearly whined. Your tone making Rafe swoon as he gently pushed his lips onto yours.

As happy as you were with his gentleness, the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night had made you far hornier than you liked to admit. Leaning deeper into the kiss you gently placed your hands onto his chest before lightly pushing him back to so you could straddle his lap. As you did so, Rafe took a large sip from the bottle, as you looked at him expectantly. He gave you a smirk before bringing the bottle close to your lips, tilting your head back, you let him pour some of the alcohol down your throat. Before you could process the liquid once again burning the back your throat you pressed a heated kiss on to his lips. As your hands moved up from their place on his chest to the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair, his hands move from where he was setting the bottle down to trailing around your waist and landing on your ass, holding you in place. As your tongues continued to fight for dominance, he pulled away slightly. Kissing down your jaw and starting to suck on your neck you slightly grinded down on to him while continuing to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. His hands left your waist, guiding your hips back and forth as you continued to grind on him. As he continued to work on your neck you moaned as he found your sweet spot, “Fuck Rafe,” you exclaimed. You could feel him smirk as he continued. Giving him a break, you leaned forward slightly, changing the angle to which you were grinding down on him and leaving marks over his neck and chest. “Fuck babe,” he stated. “Being so good to me,” he continued as he leaned in for another kiss. “Yes, sir,” you said, testing the waters. You could clearly tell that you were starting to drive Rafe crazy as he moaned into your mouth at your response. Roughly grabbing your hip, he speeded the pace of your grinding. As you continued to litter marks along his chest, he reached a hand up to pull your sports bra down far enough so that your boobs were spilling over the top. The pressure of the band along with the added sensation of Rafe’s mouth on your nipple was almost too much. Along with this you could feel how hard he had gotten under you. I mean, you knew he was big, but this was godly. Your makeout session was quickly abrupted as you both snapped your heads to the sound of the glass doors sliding open. Quickly removing yourself from Rafe’s lap and adjusting your bra, you sat silently, reaching for the bottle again. “What’s up Top?” Rafe asked nonchalantly. Topper looked at you both slyly, clearly knowing what he half-witnessed between the two of you. “Not much, I can’t find Sarah anywhere Y/N. And she’s not answering her fucking calls.” “Yeah, she wasn’t feeling well. Said she headed home; her phone probably died. Don’t worry Top,” you said as convincingly as the alcohol would let you. Topper seemed to accept your answer and reentered the house. Rafe looked at you unconvincingly. “She just left you?” he asks. Avoiding his gaze, you let your hands play with the water. Slowly nodding your head, you responded, “guess so…” “That doesn’t sound like Sarah,” he continued. “Well that’s what happened,” you snapped. Thinking about the conversation you would have to have with Sarah about how you failed to keep Topper distracted and the alcohol finally making its presence in your system known was too much to handle. “Ughh back to reality, I guess,” you groaned out. Rafe pulled you into his side so that his arm was around your shoulder and your head resting on his. “What are you up to now?” he asked. “Figuring how to make it home alive,” you chuckled dryly. He hummed in thought next to you. After a second, he spoke, surprising you in the process, “Stay with me.” “Rafe…” you dragged out unsurely. “Seriously Y/N, that way you don’t have to worry about going home right now.” You looked at him for a second before slowly nodding. Getting out of the hot tub he disappeared for a second before returning with a set of towels. As you both dried yourselves off and gathered your clothes you headed to Topper’s guestroom.

Stumbling around in your drunken state, Rafe grabbed the clothes from your hand. Setting them on a nearby table he turned so that you were facing each other. Reaching down slightly he grabbed your legs from under your thighs so that he was now carrying you. Feeling the warmth of his chest you pressed closer, wrapping your legs around his hips in the process. With each step you slightly bounced against him. The sexual tension from earlier quickly returning. Finally reaching the room Rafe laid down so that you were now on your back while he hovered over you. With your legs around his waist and arms around his neck you gently pulled him in, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips. “I need to shower,” you said shyly. He nodded his head, pulling away slightly so he was standing, and you stayed sprawled out on the bed. “I’ll go get us some water,” he stated as he slowly walked out the room. Leaving the door cracked enough so he wouldn’t bother anyone with the sound of it opening and closing you sat up, finally taking in your surroundings. Getting up and heading to the bathroom you folded your towel, pulling off your bra and underwear as you let the water run until it was hot enough. As you let the water run over your body you stood for a minute, just thinking about everything that had happened that night, you rub your hands down your face, muttering “fuck.” You weren’t sure what was happening, but it was a problem future you would just have to deal with later.

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[moonwritewastaken]

View - cc!Quackity x gn!reader

genre - friends to lovers, fluff

Warning - use of Quackity’s real name

Word count - 1053

Another imagine for big q! Once again, I hope you guys enjoy :) 

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It was no secret that your best friend Alex loved to drive. His chat and friends could’ve sworn he spent more time in his car than he did anywhere else. This was something you normally teased him about, however, today you were thankful for it.

You had been having a bad day, it seemed that everything that could go wrong went wrong. It got to the point where you called Alex in tears which caused him to worry.

“Hey y/n- wait, what’s wrong?” The tone of his voice changed almost instantly when he heard your sniffles through the phone.

“Literally everything is going wrong and it’s too much” you barely managed this sentence out and you hear Alex sigh before speaking.

“You wanna go on a drive? I can come pick you up now” what Alex didn’t tell you is that he had agreed to stream with Karl but he has a soft spot for you so Karl could get over it, especially since you were upset.

“Normally I’d make fun of you but I’ll let it slide just this once” you giggle at this being Alex’s solution but you’re grateful for the distraction and for Alex.

“You’re the worst” with Alex’s comment, you guys end the call.

While waiting for Alex to pick you up, you scroll through TikTok. Your fyp page lived up to its name as you got Quackity edit after Quackity edit. You felt kinda weird watching them because he’s your best friend but you’re sad and in love with him so you’ll indulge this once.

After 20 minutes of scrolling, a knock sounds from your door. You grab your jacket and open it to find Alex’s smiling face on the other side. He opens his arms and you walk into them, burying your head into his chest. The smell of his cologne feels almost intoxicating but it made you feel safe and comfortable. He released you with a pat on your head, causing you to roll your eyes.

“You ready to head out?” You nod in response to his question and you both make your way to his car. You climb inside and he says you can hook your phone up to listen to whatever music you want.

“Can we get some fries?” You use your puppy eyes on him to get him to say yes (you didn’t know this, but he would’ve agreed without the puppy eyes).

“I mean, I guess we could” he exaggerates the eye roll that follows his response with a fake expression of annoyance gracing his face. You do a little fist pump with a smile on your face which causes him to smile back.

The two of you reach the nearest McDonald’s and he orders fries for the both of you. After receiving your fries, you’re back on the road blasting music. You’re singing along to Taylor’s version of Red when Alex pulls into the parking lot of your spot. This spot that the two of you had just reached was somewhere you’d been coming together since Alex got his licence. It was spot that overlooked the city with a platform that was home to benches and fencing so you could overlook the beautiful view.

Alex parked his car and the two of you began to eat (excluding the few you sneakily ate when he wasn’t looking), which caused the car to fall silent. It remained this way for several minutes before you decided to throw a chip at him. He glanced at you with a raised eyebrow before you threw another one that hit him square on the forehead.

“Okay, that’s it” you giggle at his reaction before being pelted with a handful of chips. You both laugh and decide to stop before they all end up on the floor of his car.

“You wanna go see the view?” Your offer results in a nod from Alex and you both step out of the car. The crisp air that hits you causes you to wrap your jacket tighter around your body.

“You are the view” you fail to hear the compliment he muttered under his breath because you were already halfway to the platform.

You lean against the fencing and cast your eyes to the distant horizon. It was dark but the lights of the city reminded you of the good in your life, what balanced out the dark.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a large gust of wind. You turned to face Alex who had now joined you. He brought a hand up to your face a brushed a stray hair that was misplaced by the wind, his eyes widening when he realised what he had done.

“Uh- sorry- I just” he cleared his throat and quickly jolted his head to face forward. A small smile found its way onto your lips and it felt like something had changed between you both. You took this as a sign and took a deep breath before speaking up again.

“Alex, it’s okay” he didn’t dare look at you, scared that he had thrown away years of friendship over a mistake that only took 3 seconds to make.

A weird silence overtook you both and you thought about whether you were about to make the right decision. On one hand, he could return your feelings, on the other hand, however, you risked further damaging your friendship with Alex. Once you had decided that your friendship was changed regardless, you took another deep breath.

“Please kiss me” even in the darkness you could see the blush that appeared on his cheeks.

You could see the cogs in his brain turn as he was weighing up his options. It only took a couple of seconds for him to abruptly turn your way and cup your face, just like in romance films. His lips crash into yours and despite all the time you imagined it, it was so much better than you could ever have imagined. He pulls away and his eyes meet yours.

“I have wanted to do that for so long now, you have no idea” this sentence stunned you as you never would have thought he’d feel the same. Your cheeks heat up and you smile at him.

“Me too. Please do it again” he chuckles before leaning in again.

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Perspective

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse recounts the time he first met his now best friend who too has been gifted with a deep voice.

Requested by two Anons. This fic is a mash up of two very similar requests I got from an unnamed Anon and 🖤🥀 Anon, so a big thank you to the both of you for sending in your requests! I’m really sorry to be posting your requested fic so late but I hope the final product is gonna make the wait you had to endure worth it! If you come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Yeah, yeah ok, I know.“ I can’t help but playfully roll my eyes at the comments that are flooding in, “Before any more people address it - even though it’s only been five minutes - I’m gonna address it myself: I apologize for the absence of the guest I promised would accompany me on this stream. She made the choice to party until late - or should I say early - and is currently probably asleep. And...I just don’t have the heart to wake her.“

In all honesty, all the blame should fall on Y/N’s lack of responsibility but I could never say such a thing - she rarely let’s herself loose and allows herself to have fun so there’s no way I’m gonna hold this one instance against her. Quite the contrary actually: I hope she starts going out and having fun more frequently cause really deserves it. She’s a super hardworking girl, studying college and working her ass off simultaneously.

“For those of you who don’t know who I’m referring to: the girl in question is Y/N, aka Jumpscaretastic, a horror games oriented streamer. She was supposed to join me for this freaky journey but...yeah I’ll have to endure it on my own because fuck me.“ I take a look at my chat again, deciding to keep this interaction with my viewers going for a bit longer before I start the game. I may be stalling but you sure as hell won’t hear me admit it. The game may be terrifying as hell - I have no doubt it is - but I doubt it would affect me so much if Y/N was here.  My eyebrows furrow automatically at the sight of one specific question that I’ve been getting asked quite a lot recently and I’ve been doing my best to avoid it cause the idea - to me, at least - is so messed up. Why, we’ll get into that later. “No- ok, this is the first and last time I’ll be addressing this wild assumption, you guys, so listen carefully. Y/N and I are by no means related. I’m not related to every deep-voiced person on this planet, just FYI.“ Speaking of Y/N’s deep voice which I’ve gotten so accustomed to hearing, I can’t help but recall the first interaction the two of us had when she got invited by Toast for a game of Among Us with us when Felix canceled on us due to technical difficulties. “I may not be related to her but she really put into perspective how other people feel and react when they hear my voice. I, honestly speaking was astonished by hers.“

A few months ago

“Ok guys, since Felix texted me about an hour ago, saying he won’t be able to make it, I invited a friend of mine so I hope that’s ok with you.“ Toast announces when the majority of us have accumulated in the lobby.

“Yeah, all cool. An introduction to them would be nice though.“ Charlie says, tampering with his avatar’s appearance on the in-game laptop.

“Oh, I’m sure she can do that herself.” He says with a bit of a chuckle, “Y/N?“

“I’m here, I’m here.“ 

My gaze moves from my chat to the monitor displaying the game in an instant as though it would reveal to me who the owner of this unfamiliar voice that just travelled through my headphones is. You know how my voice is considerably deep, yeah well this girl’s voice is six feet below that.  My eyes have widened without me even noticing as I hurry to unmute myself despite being a little late to the reaction party which already consists of a ton of ‘OMG’s and “WHOA”s from the rest of the people in the call. Not one of them, however, considers to question the authenticity of the voice.

“Was that a voice changer or something?“ I say, my eyebrows shooting up when I hear the laugh I receive in response to the question - a sound so deep but simultaneously sweet and girly it messes with my head.

“I wish I kept count so I could tell you which number on the list of people who’ve asked me that you fall under.“ The girl, Y/N replies, “But for the record no, it’s not a voice changer.“

Realizing how hypocritical this question probably seems coming from me, I decide to believe her - probably cause she gets nothing if she lies anyways. “Oh, so this is how it feels hearing my voice for the first time, huh?“ I say, slowly nodding my head, still in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, meeting her was quite rattling - in the best way possible though.“ I say, fixating myself back in reality following the little trip back in time to the day Y/N and I met. “She’s now one of my best friends so that should tell you enough.“

It goes without saying that, since she’s my best friend, I know her quite well. That being said, with the detailed knowledge I have on her, I can guess she’s gonna be in for a massive hangover when she wakes up. I just hope she texts me when she does so I can make sure she’s at least semi-functional. Just then, my phone buzzes with a message. Much to my shock, it’s a message from Y/N. Truth be told, I didn’t expect her to be up for another hour or two or three but here she is, sending a simple text that reads:

“My head’s pounding like a drum mid rock n’ roll concert“

There are no emojis accompanying the message, suggesting she’s deadly serious and in quite a bit of pain. Ok, I won’t sugarcoat it - she’s in a fuck-load of pain right now.

“The Sleeping Beauty has awaken and is complaining about a headache, just in case you were wondering.“ I chuckle seemingly nonchalantly as I silently contemplate whether to text her back or call her instead. Who’s gonna know better than my viewers, after all... “You guys think I should call her? Or would that annoy her?“ I ask, furrowing my brows at the chat as I see different responses coming in.

Meh, fuck it -  I think to myself, already taking my phone to call Y/N when the support of my viewers floods in as well.

She picks up after two rings, letting out a sound that sets the tone for the discomfort she’s in.

“Hello to you too.“ I say, putting the call on speaker so my mic can pick up her responses. “Would you please rate the pain you’re in right now on a scale 1-10?“

“A hundred.“ Her strained, raspy and deeper than usual voice comes through, stealing a chuckle from me, “I’m hungover and still a bit drunk. Like, how does that even work?“

“The morning after is a straight-up bitch. Welcome to the world of bad decisions.“ I tell her compassionately, low-key wishing I could go over to her place and provide her with at least a tiny bit of comfort, as much as I can.

“Yeah...“ she sighs halfway dramatically, “Anyhow, we usually text around this time, what’s up with the call?“

“Just wanted to make sure my best-girl wasn’t really dying, you know. Who am I supposed to annoy in Among Us if you’re not there, after all?” I raise my brow and, although she can’t see me, I bet she can probably guess I’m doing that.

“Whatever...“ The same way I can imagine her rolling her eyes while smiling as she said that, “Tell me this, am I wrong or was I supposed to be on your stream today?“

I barely manage to hold in my laughter at the question, “Uh, yeah you were, but...” she doesn’t let me finish my sentence, instead cuts me of:

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Corpse! I totally forgot. Believe me, if I could roll my ass out of bed I’d hop in but I really can’t. Unless you want me to be a bore for an hour and a half, that is.“

“For starters, you could never be a bore to me.“ I say matter-of-factly, “And for seconds, you’re kinda on the stream anyway...“

“Come again?“ She cuts me off yet again, “You’re calling me mid-stream? If so, hey everyone! Sorry I couldn’t join, I promise to make it up to both you and Corpse soon.“ A yawn comes from her end before she continues, “As of now, I think I’ll go back to sleep.“

“Alright, alright. I’ll call you again later to make sure you’re still alive. Sleep tight.“ I tell her, already hovering my thumb over the ‘Hang up‘ button.

“Won’t let the hangover bite.“ She slurs/murmurs, stealing my opportunity to end the call cause she does it herself.

I stare at my phone for a second, finally becoming aware of the grin that has spread across my face. Eventually, I address my viewers once again, “There you have it, guys. Technically, you can give her a pass for answering the call, especially in her current state, so let’s all agree to not hold this against her, cool?“

A brief look at my chat shows me the ton of fluffy comments that are coming in as a reaction to the interaction Y/N and I just had. One, however, sticks out especially. It reads: ‘You like her or smt?’

“Do I like Y/N?“ I read the comment out loud, a smirk coming across my face, “Of course I do. She’s a darling.“ If I had a webcam on I’d look straight into the lens and wink. That’s probably spark more than enough rumors, but at the very least they wouldn’t be wrong. “I’ve stalled enough, Outlast is waiting.“ I announce, finally starting the game. After all, it cannot be scarier than the conspiracies my fans could come up with. I get it though - from their perspective, we’re already the perfect couple; from my perspective we’re impossible because from Y/N’s perspective we’re best friends.

Ain’t that how it always goes?

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[inmyfxith]

Imagine being Ragnar's descendant in Canute’s army

Warnings -> None

Words -> 706

No matter how long you stayed away from Norway, as soon as your feet reached the wooden harbor of Kattegat, you were at home. Many Vikings around you owned your family settlements and other privileges beyond the Northern Sea but not that much knew that you were related to the great Ragnar Lothbrok.

As soon as you received the call, you gathered some of your most trustful men, and together, you sailed to the good old Kattegat. Despite many of your men, you stayed faithful to Odin, and the Gods allowed you to travel the sea in a peaceful journey. Everything around you was just as you had imagined it even if it was a bit different from the stories your father told you about. Stories he learned through his father who knew them through his one.

As the captain of the ship, you gave the orders. Not that numerous compared to the other ships that were accosting, you remained in the shadow, following the troops of another warrior-chief until King Knut’s camp. There, you ordered your men to settle until you had met the king yourself.

In Norway, nobody knew your name and for a good purpose. After the death of Ragnar and after the death of Bjorn Ironside, being a Lothbrok in Kattegat was a dangerous game. Being allowed to enter Knut’s main tent, your hand on the pommel of your sword, you approached before bending the knee as a sign of submission and respect even if he was not your king.

Not recognizing your face, he asked you to introduce yourself and so you did.

“Y/N Y/L/N, King Knut. I and my men originally came from the settlement of Dyflinn and we managed to stay there until now. But when we received your call, it was like a message from the Gods.”

Despite your confidante tone, the king did not seem real to believe you.

“And who are you?” He asked with his deep tone while joined by Harald Sigurdsson who only wanted to know who was ready to fight alongside him. After giving him an annoying glance, you began your speech.

“Just as yours, King Knut, my ancestors were great people. Until now, I did not feel worthy enough to carry their name, their legacy and I want to change that.”

Glancing at you from head to toe, Harald was trying to figure, just as the king, to whom you could be related. After a minute, the young man finally asked.

“And who are you the descendant of?”

“Legendary Ragnar Lothbrok.” The only reaction you receive was a chuckle, of course, they did not believe you. Many people had already come to Norway, claiming they were the new Ivar the Boneless to have a semblance of glory, but it was not your intention. Sighing deeply, you took in your hand the Christian cross that had been hidden behind your shirt for a long time.

“This is the cross of my great-great-grandfather, the one he received from King Alfred the Great himself after being baptized. I am the descendant of the great-grandchild of Ubbe Ragnarsson, grandchild of Ragnar Ubbesson, and child of Y/F/N Ragnarsson. You can disrespect me as much as you want, I don’t care, but you must never insult my family in front of my face.” In only a few minutes, your blood had started to boil in your veins. As you approached the descendant of the first king of all Norway, the hand that held the pommel of your sword had turned white with the tension in your body. Raising his hands above his head to prove he wasn’t a threat for you, Harald glanced at his King, waiting for him to intervene.

Letting out a sigh, Knut still looked suspicious but seeing your reaction, the only thing that came to his mind was that you would make an excellent addition to his army.

"We need good warriors, men and women ready to avenge those who have joined Heaven and Valhalla. If you are who you say you are then you can stay." Relaxing slightly, you nodded in response before leaving his tent.

"I don't know how yet, but I'll prove my point before the Ragnarök takes us all away."

[thewritingginger]

Here’s a wrap on week one! How are we feeling? I hope good :D

Who doesn’t like a good teacher/student relationship?  I will say this may not be my best but I think I pulled through :D

Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Aizawa Shōta x Fem! Reader Word count: 1.2k+ words Warnings: 18+, Sexting, Student/ Professor relationship, College reader, Secret relationship, Slight Dom/Sub, Slight Sir kink, Suggestive ending

Enjoy ~

Your phone buzzes in your blazer pocket during the test. Peeking up you see Mr. Aizawa Working on the papers before him on his desk. Sneaking a look at your phone screen it was him, responding again to your previous messages.

“Can you help me after class today?”

“You’re taking a test. Focus and ask again when class ends.”

“Sorry, Mr. Aizawa. I can be impatient sometimes, it's just I really need your help.”

“What you need to do is focus on your test.”

And that was the last of it. Knowing you wouldn’t get much further with him you went along and finished your test. Walking up to place it on top of the pile of finished tests on his desk he glances up at you and before he turns away you flash him a sweet smile.

Back at your desk, still 20 minutes left of class you pull your phone out under your desk.

“Finished my test like you said to.”

“Yes you did. Stop messaging me, I’m trying to work.”

“Sorry, Sir. I won’t say another word to you, promise 😇”

And you do promise, not to say another word that is but that doesn’t mean you can’t still have some fun in other ways.

Getting back up you stroll over to your professor’s desk and request to go to the bathroom.

“Yes, but make it quick.”

Once in the restroom you look yourself over in the mirror. Fixing your hair, cleaning up the makeup around your eyes. While tidying yourself you undo a few buttons of your dress shirt, showing a little of your lacy white bra that lies underneath. You take a few mirror pics with your arms pushed together, making your cleavage enhanced and before finishing you take one with your skirt lifted to reveal your matching lace panties. Once you put yourself back together you made your way back to class where the real fun will begin.

Back in your seat you scroll through the pictures you took deciding which ones to send to the grouchy teacher.

“I know I said I promised to not say anything more but I really do need your help.”

You hear him tsk before he responds back.

“What do you need help with, since you can’t seem to wait till the end of class.”

“I was wondering if you could help me with my Biology.”

“Why are you asking me to help with that?”

“Because it’s more hands-on work and I’ve always imagined you’re really good with your hands, Sir. 😉”

That got a reaction from him. It was small but you still noticed it. He cleared his throat slightly when he read it and that little morsel of acknowledgment was enough to fuel the fire in you. With your confidence spiking you go for it without a second thought.

“Perhaps I should give you a picture to show you what you’d be working with?”

Your blood feels so hot under your skin, you know your cheeks must be flushed with the excitement coursing through you. You’ve never done this before and when you thought you’d be anxious you were quite the opposite. You felt electric.

Looking up through your lashes you watch for Aizawa’s reaction, that’s when you catch his gaze shortly after - his eyes daring you to continue. You look down at your hands. In that second you knew. You knew what you did meant and that there was no going back. Not that you’d dream to.

You’ve been playing this game with Professor Aizawa for a couple months now. You’ve requested countless times for his assistance before, during, and after class. “Accidentally” bumping  into him in the halls, touching his chest. Allowing your fingers to loiter a little longer when taking a paper from his. These little things, although innocent on their own, have built up to be quite the opposite. Through this time of cat and mouse you know he wanted you too. One may think otherwise due to his generally cold demeanor and dismissiveness but you know better.

You can feel it.

You feel it in his lingering touches.

His burning gaze.

And how his voice caresses you when he says your name.

Months have been leading up to this forbidden point. Him your professor and you his student. It’s wrong and that makes it all the more exciting.

Taking a breath you hit send on your scandalous pictures from the bathroom.

You knew there was no going back from that one choice.

What you didn’t know was what is to follow. Your hands are shaking and lips feel dry in anticipation of his reaction and more importantly his response.

[Message Delivered]

A minute passes.

Unopened.

Another minute.

Nothing.

Your nerves are starting to get the better of you. Every second of him not seeing it feels like an hour. You are starting to second guess your decision but what could you do? It has already been sent you just have to await his-

[Read]

He opened it! Your breath is caught in your throat as you sneak a peek at him but when you look up his obsidian eyes are locked on you.

Your stomach drops.

You look back down. You’re embarrassed but your body feels hotter than before. This feeling of shame mixed with arousal stokes the voyeuristic part of you. Your teacher has seen you, his student, in a way that he should not have.

Distracted by your swirling thoughts you didn’t notice Mr. Aizawa walking over to your desk with papers in hand. He places it on your desk before going to the next.

It’s your test and at the top written in red ink his handwriting scrawls,

“See me after class.”

The bells ring and everyone is hurrying out the door but you take your time packing your bag. Once the last person leaves a bang makes you shoot up in your seat from packing up. The sound came from the heavy door being shut by the Pro Hero. Your eyes are glued to him as he locks the door. Making his way through the classroom he closes the blinds that lead to the hallway full of passing students. You swallow, your throat feeling suddenly very dry.

“Now, Ms. Y/L/n. Would you like to explain to me what was so important to interrupt me during class and to hold me back after?” His question takes you aback and you stutter your response.

“O-oh, um I-” He cuts you off.

“You don’t really need help on any classwork do you.”

“Uh, no I-”

“No? So you’ve just decided to waste my time then? These pictures are proof of that.”

“Mr. Aizawa -” He continues, not letting you finish.

“You know perhaps you do need help.”

“I do?” He is in front of your desk now.

“Yes, you do.”

Leaning down his raven hair curtains over his cheeks as his large hands  are planted on the desk between you.

“Ms. Y/L/n, you are in need of a serious lesson in obedience.” Your breath hitches at his insinuating words. Grabbing your cheeks with one hand he jerks your face closer to his.

“And I intend to give you one.”

His eyes look you over, glancing at your clothed chest a moment longer than met back with your eyes.

“I’ll expect to see you in my office tomorrow morning before class for your first lesson and after that we’ll see how well behaved you are for me. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I admit that this feels a bit rocky but it was still fun… right? lol

If you enjoyed that, let me know. Feedback is always happily accepted :3

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[sweetyyhippyy]

Late Arrival. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(Not my gif)

Summary: Spencer is coming back home after an out of state case runs long. You fall asleep waiting for him, and when he finally does come home, he sees your outfit and there is no way he can’t wake you up for a proper homecoming.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

TW: Brief mentions of masturbation (male and female), sleepy sex?? (I don’t know how to refer to it), calling Spencer daddy (duh), fingering, reader trying to be dom and Spencer teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of praise kink.

Word Count: 3.2k

A.N: I saw @fics4arainyday​ put that she wanted someone to write this concept, so i did! I hope you like it! Also, I’m bad at ending fics so 😬... sorry! 

link for lingerie I refer to: x 

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It had been 3 agonizingly slow weeks since your fiancé had been home.

Being engaged to an FBI profiler wasn’t always easy. The days, even weeks being apart, Spencer coming home at all hours of the night too exhausted to stay awake and spend time with you, missing birthdays, holidays, anniversaries being states away on those occasions.

But in all honesty, you still wouldn’t have it any other way.

Nobody else could make you laugh the way Spencer did. Nobody else could make you think the way Spencer did. Nobody could lovingly annoy the crap out of you the way Spencer did. And most importantly, nobody could fuck you the way Spencer did.

He has been gone for 3 weeks, but the week before he left, there wasn’t a lot of sexy time going on since you were busy with your own job. It was the occasional quickie before having to rush getting ready for work in the morning, a quick mutual masturbation session on a lazy weekend, but no real “wake the neighbors” fuck that you were so desperately craving. Keeping a healthy sex life was important to both of you.

So when you got the call from Spencer that the case was finally over and he would be coming home that same night, you knew it was go time.

You didn’t have much self control when it came to online shopping when Spencer was gone, what else were you supposed to do? The goldfish you two had as a pet wasn’t much company.

So you had treated yourself to a few new pairs of lingerie. Spencer was going to love all of them, but there was one in particular that you knew he was going to lose his mind over. It was baby blue see through with a floral pattern throughout the slip. It left very little to the imagination but that was your favorite part about it. Technically you were supposed to wear some sort of underwear but the slip looked better without it.

You took a hot deep shower and pampered yourself a few hours before you knew he was going to be home, that way you were nice and relaxed and ready for his arrival. You kept your hair simple since Spencer would be pulling at it all night. But you did put some makeup on just to enhance Spencer’s favorite part of your face, your eyes.

The mood of the room was set; the bed was perfectly made, the candle you had given Spencer for a “just because present” called “Bookstore” smelling like mahogany, leather, and coffee; lit on the bedside table. It was meant for him but you enjoyed it much more than him. All that was missing was Spencer.

You looked at the time on your phone, only 10 more minutes before Spencer was due home. You lay on your side of the bed, flipping through tv channels to find something to watch to occupy your time.

***

Spencer turns the key to turn the car off, he drops his hands from the steering wheel into his lap, letting out a deep sigh. He could have been home over 3 hours ago but the jet back home was having engine issues, so the team had to fly through a regular airport… which meant waiting for a flight.

The case wasn’t particularly a rough one emotionally, it was just long. Spencer missed you like crazy within the first few days of being away. Late night phone calls weren’t the same as physically being with you.

Spencer grabbed his satchel, leaving the rest of his baggage to lug up to the house until tomorrow when he had enough rest. As he’s walking up the driveway he can see the light on from the kitchen, signaling you were awake and waiting on him. He knew how much you hated waiting, so by now he knew you were seething with rage. There was about to be a lot of apologizing he was going to have to do. Spencer unlocks the front door, dropping his bag next to the front door and kicking his shoes off right next to it.

“Babe?” Spencer calls out, removing his jacket and hanging it up on the back of the couch. He listens for an answer, but all he hears is the slight murmur of the tv from your bedroom.

Spencer begins to unbutton his shirt as he walks down the hallway to the blue hue of the tv shadowing onto the floor. He steps into the room, spotting you curled up on top of the comforter fast asleep. Before he could appreciate how adorable you looked, softly snoring, he noticed the little outfit you were wearing. You laid there on your belly, one leg straight while the other bent up on the pillow next to you.

He scans your body through the see through fabric, spotting the lack of underwear on your lower half while your butt was fully exposed to him. You were practically a step away from being naked. He quietly walks over to the bed and touches the hem of the slip and carefully hikes it up your butt, not earning a reaction from you.

Spencer quickly sheds his shirt off and throwing it off to the corner of the room along with his dark slacks, kicking them off quickly. Spencer carefully climbs into the bed behind you, laying on his side and palming himself through his boxers to get himself hard, which really didn’t take much as his eyes rake over your body and his imagination runs wild about all the things he was about to do to you. He hisses as he strokes himself harshly, his cock growing harder every second.

Your body shifts next to him, a low grumble coming from your mouth as you shift in bed onto your side, your ass now completely facing him.

Spencer’s eyes widen seeing you move, he didn’t want to get caught stroking himself less than a few inches from where he wanted to be. He finally scoots closer to your body, resting his hands on your bare hip, your skin a little cold from the lack of bed sheet or clothing on you. He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly slipping in between your folds, not yet sliding in. He rubs the tip of his cock up and down you, finding you were already a bit wet.

Your whole body jumps a loud gasp filling the room which makes Spencer pull himself back. Your head turns quickly behind you to look at Spencer, a little glimmer of fear in your eyes. “What the fuck?” You whisper yell at him.

“I’m home. And I see you left a present for me.” He says, whispering in your ear. “Is this okay?” He asks, his hand moving down your thigh and lifting it slightly for easier access.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty annoyed you were so late. I’m kind of not in the mood anymore.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm as you cocked your eyebrow at Spencer.

He licks his lips, a smirk on his face appearing as he picks up on the little game you’re playing with him. “No? Well I think I have some apologizing to do.” Spencer says, moving the strap of your outfit out of his way, kissing up your shoulder and over to your neck.

Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his soft lips pecking at your skin, a low hum coming from deep within your chest.

“You know I missed my girl so much while I was gone.” He says, his hand traveling up the underside of your outfit all the way up your stomach and up to your breasts, kneading one in his large hands as he spoke in your ear. “I missed waking up to you.” Kiss. “Seeing your beautiful face.” Kiss. “Hearing those sexy moans about how good daddy makes you feel when I’m touching you.” Kiss. “And how wet you get without me even trying.” Kiss.

You were putty in his hands, the game of trying to be tough was no longer working, and Spencer was fully aware of it.

His hand leaves your breast and goes back down to between your legs, his fingers running over your inner thighs, intentionally skipping over your core.

You whine as his fingers tickle you, scooting your body back against him. “Spence.” You pathetically whine, taking his hand and leading it to your throbbing middle. You keep your hand on top of his as you feel him play with your slit, feeling all the wetness that was seeping out of you.

“You want me to touch you?” He asks, kissing the spot below your ear.

“Please, baby?” You beg, turning your torso enough to look at him, pouting your bottom lip out ever so slightly.

His fingers part your lips, finding your bud immediately and slowly drawing lazy circles around it. Your body reacts immediately, relaxing against his body as he massages you. Your hand moves back to tangle in his hair, pushing his head closer to yours, your lips meeting for the first time in 3 weeks. His fingers continue to work their magic, as you two heavily make out with one another; his tongue slipping into your mouth and yours into his.

Your body quivers as Spencer drops his fingers down to the pool of wetness between your legs, two of his fingers slipping inside.

You pull back from the kiss, gasping loudly. “Fuck.” Your eyes flicker to his face, your mouth agape.

“It amazes me how tight you are. I’ve been with you for almost 6 years and it’s always so amazing.”

You moan in response, not being able to form words at the moment.

The room is filled with the sounds of the wetness Spencer is drawing out of you and your breathy moans. Your high was coming quicker than anticipated, Spencer could feel it in your body and could see it in your face.

You cling onto his forearm, keeping him in place. Spencer liked to play games like denying you of your orgasms, but you weren’t going to let him this time. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you fought to keep them open but you were far too overstimulated at this point. The knot came undone as you clenched around his fingers, a string of curse words and desperate moans fall from your mouth as you ride your high out.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Spencer coos, still slowly drawing what you have left out as you try to regain your breath. He kisses your cheek and moves his fingers out of you carefully. “Do you want to taste?” He questions.

You roll over onto your back, nodding your head and grabbing his hand, bringing it up to your lips, and letting him slip his middle and ring finger in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, sucking on them harshly.

Spencer looks at you in admiration as you look up at him with innocence in your eyes. “I love that I’m the only person that knows how much of a dirty girl you are.”

You open your mouth to let his fingers free, smiling at him. “And I like that I can be your dirty girl.” You say, wrapping your fingers in his curls and bringing his head down to kiss him. “Come here, I want to give you your welcome home celebration.” You say, moving him off of you.

“Normally I’m all for that, but I need to be in you. I’m not going to last long if you use your mouth.”

You sit up on the bed and get up onto your knees, pulling Spencer up to sit up too. You straddle his lap, cupping his face in your hands, rubbing both of your thumbs on his cheek, feeling a bit of stubble in his face. “You look tired, my love.”

Spencer smiles, wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest. “Not too tired to finish.”

You laugh, kissing him softly. “No? You can go all night? Multiple times?” You teasingly question.

“We can test that theory tomorrow. But right now, we have 3 weeks worth of tension we need to work out.”

“Can I ride you?” You ask.

“Be my guest. I like the view.” He smirks, laying back down against the mattress, his hands gripping both of your thighs.

You get into position, holding his cock steady while you lower yourself down slowly.

Spencer rolls his head back on the pillow, grunting loudly as he feels your tightness around himself. His hands move up your thighs and under your outfit to your hips, gripping them tightly.

You rest your hands on his chest to keep balance, slowly starting to rock your hips against him. Your eyes stay glued to him, watching how his lips were parted and light moans were falling from him. “Do you like that?”

Spencer nods his head, his eyes focusing on your chest bouncing up and down in rhythm of your movements on him. He was trying to focus on anything else in the world to prevent himself from cumming too early.

“Tsk, tsk… words baby.” You tease, scratching his chest with your nails. “You never don’t know what to say.”

“It’s cute when you try to be the one in control.”

“I know I’m cute. You tell me quite often.” You retort with a wide grin.

Your comment earns a laugh from him, playfully rolling his eyes at you. Spencer begins to buck his hips up quickly, taking you by surprise. His fingers move the straps down your shoulders, helping you move your arms out of the straps as you continue to move on top of him. He moves the top half of your outfit down under your chest, his hands like magnets and begins massaging your breasts.

“Fuck, daddy,” You whimper, holding his forearms as he fucks into you. “That’s so good, you’re so good.”

Spencer sits up, letting you take control again. His thumb finds your clit, starting to rub it slowly, his soft brown eyes watching you melt into his touch.

Your eyes roll into the back of your skull, small whimpers leaving your mouth. You lean your body forward and nuzzle your head into Spencer’s neck. You start to kiss his pale skin, raking your teeth against it.

“Mmm, fuck.” Spencer moans out, applying more pressure to your clit as he feels a small pinch on his neck. “You going to cum for me again, pretty girl?”

“Not yet.” You whine in his ear.

“I’m going to move you. I want to fuck you.” Spencer says, moving your body off of his, earning a whine from you as his cock leaves you. “Bend over for daddy.” He says, helping you lay flat on the mattress while your butt is in the air, facing him. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, my girl.” He says in a low voice, both of his hands kneading your ass.

You whine pathetically, pressing yourself against him. “Daddy, please.”

Spencer smiles, grabbing his cock and slowly sliding back inside you. “It’s cute when you try to take control, but even cuter when you’re a whiny mess.” His hand grips the back of your outfit to hold onto as he fucks you from behind. This was his absolute favorite way to have you because of how hard he could slam into you, but the reaction you gave was even better.

Your hand finds his wrist and holds onto it as he  thrusts into your dripping pussy. He could feel how you were coating his cock every time he drew himself back out of you. “I love your cock.” You mutter out.

“This is your cock, baby. You take it so fucking well.” He grunts out, now struggling to keep from exploding. Anytime you fully submitted to him, he was done for.

You had such a strong personality outside of the bedroom that most people wouldn’t believe you were submissive 9 times out of 10.

“Am I your good girl for taking you so well?” You question, looking behind you to look at Spencer with innocent eyes.

His heart and cock fluttered at both your question and your eyes, you always played the innocent card so well. He grabs all of your hair in his hand and gently pulls it back toward him, making you whimper again. “You’re always a good girl for me, my love.” He responds. “Such. A. Good. Girl.” He thrusts into you harshly with each word.

You start to rub your own clit, bringing your second orgasm to the surface for the second time tonight. “You’re going to make me-fuck-me cum. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, daddy.” You were gasping as you spoke, desperate for your release.

“Cum for me, let go my girl.” Spencer says, taking over for your fingers to help bring you to your height. He rubs you quickly, trying not to lose it before you.

Finally you feel your walls clench around his cock, both of you moaning loudly. You moan Spencer’s name along with multiple curse words as he continues to rutt into your sensitive hole.

Spencer pulls out quickly, rubbing himself as he feels his own climax coming to a head.

“No, come back. Put it back in me, please.” You whine, reaching behind you to find Spencer’s cock and lead it back into you.

“You want me to cum in you? You want it inside you?” Spencer groans, seconds away from losing it.

“Please. Cum in me, Spence.” You beg, meeting his thrusts.

Spencer thrusts one last time before he spills himself inside of you, his grip on your hips squeezing as you slowly stop throwing your hips back against him. “Fuck, you’re so good.” He whispers, his eyes shutting as he feels the tip of his cock tingle.

Both of you stay in place as you try to regain your composure. You can already feel your eyes flutter closed, heavy from being tired. Spencer finally pulls out of you, making you hiss and lay flat on the bed.

“Baby, come on, we gotta go clean you up.”

“No.” You whine, closing your eyes again.

“You need to use the bathroom and clean yourself up. We have this conversation every time you’re too tired to get up. Come here, I’ll help you.”

You poke your bottom lip out into a pout as you reluctantly get out of bed, holding Spencer’s hand as you walk into your bathroom together. He helps clean the mess inside you up with a wet towel before leaving you alone to use the toilet.

Once you’re all settled, you walk back into the bedroom, finding Spencer getting the bed ready for both of you to lay down. You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him from behind tightly. Spencer happily hums, reaching behind himself to touch your arm.

“I love you.” You say, giving him a squeeze.

“And I love you.” He says, pulling you around to give you a kiss on the lips. “Do you want to sleep?”

You nod your head, climbing into bed first and getting comfortable right away as you watch Spencer slide in next to you, laying on his side to face you.

You grin ear to ear, kissing his chin. “Hi baby.”

“Hi pretty girl. You good?” He questions, lightly touching your cheek. You lean into his touch and nod. “I’m perfect.”

Spencer brings you into his chest, his fingers rubbing small circles into your shoulder. “Yeah, you are perfect.”