I can only do that when I am with you. Relaxing my muscles, breathing so slowly, smiling so genuinely. I can’t do that on my own, or with other people, and I don’t want to. When my head is on your lap, I feel like I belong. Your hands gently brushing my hairs, your finger occasionally getting stuck between them, make me feel loved and cherished. You make me feel so fragile, like a kitten you pet carefully, afraid to hurt if you’re a bit too rough. I take in a deep breath, inhale your scent as I feel my body relax even more. It feels like I’m melting under your touch, under your love. All the little noise you make, your breathing, your sight of contentment, your tummy noise, it’s music to my hears. It covers any thought that could appear, drown any emotions in a feeling of pure bliss. And your warmth, it makes me so sleepy. I know you are, too. I can tell by the way your movement are slower and slower. I don’t mind at all, because everything feel right.
I wanted to try something new. At first I wanted something brutal but then I've decided to focus positive things. This is the first time I post a text on Tumblr. Consider this a test ; I will keep experimenting with the way I post and the tag I use. Anyway, enjoy !
You weren’t supposed to be back. You were supposed to take your van and drive across the country. But your dad needed your help with a stubborn man who had no more time for. You weren’t supposed to find him attractive. Or want him. Need him touching you. The sand saw it all. But you were never one to stay in one place. Some things are better left as a memory.
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission.By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.
A/N: Posted on mobile with my left hand. Apologies in advance for any mistakes! This is written in ‘Me’s’ POV.
Day 19: Nick Vaughan (Before We Go)
25 Days Of CHRIS-mas Masterlist // Main Masterlist
It was a blistering day in July, Independence Day had come and gone and there was a triple digit heatwave for the next ten days.
You were miserable. It was hot, the air con unit you'd promised her you'd get fixed still waiting on that call. Instead, you were stuck in your office, the fan on, the windows open and boredom from failure fully setting in.
Bryan was expecting your next script on his desk in two weeks and the topic was out and out bullshit. A holiday romantic comedy filled with literally all the clichés. Much not unlike your piece seven years ago that settled up your finances for a good while.
Your life was far different than it was back then. At least in some sense.
Romantically, you'd fallen for a woman who practically fell out of the sky, left her fiance for you at the altar and then three years later, the two of you were no longer a thing.
It broke you, soiled your soul and a lot like Mallory, made you swear off love.
And you had… until she had waltzed into your life like a hurricane. Literally. In all her glory, two Christmases ago.
You were leaving a shop in Santa Monica and as you swung the door open, you hit her square in the face. The next thing you saw was a lot of blood and heard a crunch over the chime of the door.
You'd broken her nose while leaving the shop.
Mortified, you’d apologised and tried to let her allow you to run her to the hospital. She had declined, because, let’s face it, she had no idea who you were. Instead she had taken a cab but not before you’d passed her your number and begged she at least messaged you to let you know she was okay.
It took a week, but you finally heard from her. A text telling you she was sorry for taking so long but she was reaching out anyway and when she told you the details of her emergency room visit, you cursed yourself even more. But those messages didn't end there. And after four days of profusely apologizing and offering to foot her medical bill for the incident, she relented and to sweeten the deal you offered coffee. But that was to start, however and just before the Christmas holiday, the two of you were on your first date.
Things had moved slowly, both of you had been out of the game so to speak after suffering equally damaging break ups- her ex fiancé leaving LA with her now ex-best friend.
It took nearly a year before you'd asked her to move in, and that was six and a half months ago. You didn't regret the decision. Not one bit of it. Not taking the time to find a place for you both, not settling into a beachside, pint sized place because you both loved the beach and you found it a peaceful place to write when you could.
You did regret however the slump you were in and agreeing to this push Bryan threw at you.
The door opened and she called your name through the apartment.
You hollered back your location and in she bounced like she did at the end of her day, molding the minds of you children in preschool.
"Hi," she kissed you, plopping into your lap.
"Hi." You smiled softly.
"How's the holiday rom com coming?"
“Fucking shit.”
"Oh, babe, I'm sorry," she giggled with a sigh. "Look, it's Friday, why don't we order some pizza, watch those cheesy Hallmark movies on the DVR for inspiration and drink whatever beer we have in the fridge?"
“Yeah, I need a break, my brain feels… oh…oh!” Your eyes grew wide as the sudden inspiration rolled over you.
"What?" She sat up straight in your lap.
“Break…babe, I can use our story!”
Her eyes went wide as a grin plastered over her lips and then she frowned and pursed those same beautiful, kissable lips. "It took you two weeks to come up with that?"
“I didn’t think,” you shrugged.
She laughed and shook her head, "you're a boy, they never do." She snorted and hopped off your lap, but not before kissing you and patting your chest.
"I'll order pizza and get the beer. I guess it's Hallmark and I on the couch tonight while you get to work." She said with a wink and disappeared.
You pondered for a moment before you shut the laptop down, it could wait. Now you knew where you were going with it, you’d have it done in the next week.
A/N: I’m faded and @afriendlyblackhottie was like LOOK WHAT I DID FOR YOU NOW WRITE IT. So I wrote it. Shout out the goddess that is @nix-akimbo for these edits dammit woman you are doing both good and evil with these...shit.
You did everything within your power to ignore him, act like he didn’t exist because he was off limits but tonight...he’s going to make you cave. Your best friend’s ultimate crush but he could never keep his eyes off you. Immediately sunny when you entered the same room as him but your best friend always misconstrued it for her. She was just that obsessed with him...while you had to fight the urge to give into him. Because fuck he’s hot and damn didnt you want to get on your knees for him that’s how hot he was. He was every bit your type with his big ass tatted up arms while your bff? Well she was always swinging out of her league. You had him exactly where you wanted without even trying. Whenever you were left alone with him, he’d come get all close, barely graze his body against you. Asking you questions about absolutely nothing. “You need a drink?” “You feelin alright?” “Seen any good movies lately?” All the while he’s faintly grazing your neck with his fingernails under your hair, inching close enough to smell you. He’s so sweet and funny it made your knees weak. And had the best taste in music you felt like he was your musical soulmate. Always made you the best playlists. You wanted to do more than suck the soul out of him...
“God you gotta leave me alone dude.” You turn to him all irritated when really your core was melting for him.
Giving you space with his hands up, he bites back a smirk, raking his bright blue eyes over you. “I’m not even doing anything...just wanna talk to you... that’s all...”
You cough a moan because you needed to relieve some of the lust that weighted so damn heavy on your chest. Your best friend occupied by some other friends across the way, she was missing him press himself against you by the homemade bar, cutting his mischievous eyes over at you. His fingers delicately toying with yours. All you can do is roll your eyes and sigh a laugh. Doing everything within your power to ignore the tiny voice in your head. Go on...let him...you shake your head fighting back a sneaky grin and he sees it. He sees everything.
“Then say what you have to say and go.” You attempt to turn your back to him but he won’t allow it, placing a stern hand on your shoulder, tugging you back towards him.
“I’m dying to taste you...” his index finger brushing your hair away he softly mumbles in your ear. Automatically you draw away from him, denying any inclination that you’re entertaining him. No one needed to go back and tell your bff anything they weren’t sure about. Although they wouldn’t be lying. Entertaining him you definitely are...and if he wanted to steal a lick or two then who are you to deny him? You can’t do shit with him looking at you like that other than chug down the rest of your drink and pour another. You’re not proud of yourself but...
“Wait a couple of minutes. Then come to the back room.” You mutter into your red solo cup getting ready to knock back your refill. Fuck it running through your system so tough right now. Oh you’re gonna give him a taste alright. He nods with an excited devious smile as you gun for the house, stopping by to tell some friends, “hey I’m gonna make a call inside.” That’ll buy you at least ten minutes. Hopefully he can make you cum in less.
Walking through the house, you say what’s up to randoms that you know and see, grab a beer as you voyage through the kitchen and down a dark hallway to the back of your homie’s house. Turning the knob you hope no one’s already occupying the room and blessings, the room is empty. A purple light illuminating the windowless room where an old futon sat. Everyone knew what this room was equipped for: getting high and hooking up. Not ideal but mans said he needed a taste. Taking the beer bottle to the head you fall onto the mattress of the futon with an amused tipsy grin, knowing you’re about to break all the rules but your bff was never going to do anything about her crush really. So what harm would “a taste” do? Within the next minute, he crept into the room, twisting the lock behind him.
“Did anyone see you?” You ask as he enters the room, crossing your legs and extending your arms along the back of the seat. Unbuttoning the first few button on his shirt, he smiles with a shrug.
“If they did...nothing they can do about it now.” As he works his way down, more and more of his chest becomes visible, catching your eye. You’d heard he was ripped but from what you could see, ripped was an understatement. A piece of his chest tattoo exposed. Cocking your head to the side watching him get undressed for you, you bite back a moan. His abs now coming into view as he pulls his back shirt, showing you more tattoos and his furry fit pecs.
“Fuckin Christ.” you marveled, damn near gasped, and any sign of guilt for what you’re about to do went straight out the fuckin window. She wouldn’t know what do with all that body. But your high praise didn’t make him cower or shy away. If anything it made him confidently approach you, tossing his shirt and glasses down to the floor.
“That’s right. I know you want me.” He affirms with a quick nod dropping to his knees once he reaches your crossed legs. Automatically they fall apart under his touch, his hands resting on your knees. “Done playing hard to get?” He kneads and massages his way up your thighs, dropping his head between them with a desirable heavy sigh. You swivel your hips, sinking down lower in your seat. Your middle so hot for him he’s tip toeing closer to your crotch.
“Don’t act like you don’t know what’s up. I’m breaking all the girl codes right now.” Rolling your head back as he drags his thumb up your slit over your jeans you hiss and groan. Watching the way his inked up arms flex each time he grips your hips.
“But I don’t want her. I want you...so why do the rules matter?” Popping the button of your jeans he licks his lips ripping your zipper apart. Your body can’t help but rise in reaction, the feeling of his fingertips digging into your skin when he goes to jerk your pants off, smile long and carnivorous. When you’re pussy is exposed enough, he buries his nose deep between your folds and inhales, hold, and loudly exhales. The tip of his tongue grazing your dampening lips. Several moans catch deep in your throat, your back hitching up the futon as your hands ball up into fists.
“Fuck.” You sob unsure why the rules matter anymore. His small licks along your clit had you questioning your whole friendship. He yanks your jeans the remainder of the way down to your ankles just so he can force your legs open at the knees, burying his salivating mouth deeper into your pussy. Pulling you further off the futon, he digs his fingers deep into your ass cheeks as he chomps and dives down, his groans vibrating all in your pussy. All you can breathlessly say is, “fuckin get it baby.” Hands running all over his fuzzy head bobbing and turning between your splayed shivering legs. Definitely getting more than a taste he devoured you like a six course meal. Dowsing his mouth and chin. His nose nudging and nuzzling your fat clit. Suddenly the door knob is jiggling and someone is banging trying to come in.
“FUCK OFF.” You two shout in unison and the banging ceases right when he goes back to work on sucking your orgasm out of you. Your left leg spasming you squeal and arch your back.
Slipping three fingers in you before he breaks free, he looks up at you dazed and drunk, eyes glossy like his chin covered in your wetness. Twirling his fingers around your walls, he compliments, “you taste so sweet...like fuckin honey baby.”
You know it’s a line, totally unrealistic but with him, he could tell you it tasted like heaven and you’d still squirt all around his fingers. Sporadically sucking on your clit he kept finger fucking you until you could barely pant his name, rocking your hips back and forth on his hand.
“Shit baby...you are soaked mmm.” He slaps his free hand down on your trimmed mound then immediately attaches his puckering lips back down on your clit, furiously sucking and tonguing it. Your hips buck and jump and he pushes them back down. His fingers rapidly stroking you. Holding back all your screams and shouts, you groan behind your bottom lip stuffed under your teeth. He doesn’t let up the tighter your walls wrap around him, his drool falling around his thick fingers penetrating you.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!” You quietly scream and pant because the orgasm that’s coming is so powerful...
He pulls his fingers away and drops his mouth open, demanding, “cum on my tongue...cum down my throat.” Then forces his flat tongue in between your fluttering walls, aching to let loose. A gentle pinch at your swollen clit snaps your climax, squirting your cum down his throat like he asked for. Some of it misses his mouth and drips down his chin then down to his chest. Getting up to stand he looks down on you all tired and happy, and wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand, swallowing with a satisfactory growl.
“How’s that for a taste?” You huff a chuckle pulling your pants up but all he does is chuckle picking his shirt up off the floor. You couldn’t stop staring at how big his dick looked so hard in his pants leg. You might have to take him home with you. He catches you staring, his rose covered hand coming into view to rub his dick throbbing for you.
Shaking his head he confesses, “it’s not enough. I need more.” But he can’t finish the thought. Someone’s banging on the door again. Rolling his eyes he guns for the door, ready to go off. “What the fuck?!” He shouts, swinging the door open to find some asshole but finds your best friend there instead. Assessing the scene: you still gasping for air and him all red and his shirt open, she knew what happened here.
“Shit.” You mutter to yourself.
“You fuckin bitch!” She shouts then turns heading back to the party to start a scene. Oh well...you’ll suffer the consequences. Going after her, he stops you by the arm as you push by him.
“Thirty minutes and I better see you outside walking to my car.”
You Wanna What? || "Me" (Playing It Cool) x Reader
A/N: Here we are. First ever Chris Character fic. Very much inspired by this video and also I've been wanting to write a Chris character fic for a long long time. All mistakes are mine own and so is this work.
Warnings: None, maybe fluff ;)
Four Months to D-day..
"You wanna what?", you asked him again, having heard it the first time clearly, you wanted to see if it was exactly what you thought he meant. The response made the man beside you chuckle and say, "I was suggesting if we could tap dance for our first dance as a married couple."
Yes, you two were in the midst of planning your wedding. He wanted a magical, almost Disney-esque wedding and you were on board without much convincing because it cannot be more exciting with any other theme. And so began the planning almost a month ago, which was almost immediately after the most romantic proposal, but that's a story for another day.
The two of you did not want a long engagement and neither did you two want a big wedding bash, that is something you both had come to terms early on in the relationship. That was one of the things you loved about your relationship, he had a clear idea of what he was expecting from the relationship and he was great at communicating with you about absolutely anything.
“Babe, you know I suck at dancing.” “You are really underestimating yourself, babe.”, he said, getting up from his seat to go behind the counter, not before he pressed a kiss on your temple and took your empty coffee cup with him, “I am not insisting on it, I just want you to think about it.” You interrupted, “Babe-”. “Lips moving, still talking.”, he said. “You watch too much Friends”, you said, rolling your eyes at his previous comment. “Anyways, what was I saying? Yea. We can attend a few classes together and see if you like it too.”
He places the empty coffee cups in the sink and walks back over to the counter, hunching as he takes your hands in his, his elbows on the numerous papers scattered on the counter, “Please”, he kisses your hand and gives you those eyes. “I can’t say no when you give me those puppy eyes. Damn you.”
“You are too easy, babe”, he says and kisses your hand.
***Later that weekend***
The two of you were sitting on the bench at the corner of the studio. He thought it would be great if you could observe a class before you made a decision. Him, on the other hand, had a hard time sitting still instead of being on the floor dancing. The class started almost five minutes ago, students were still coming in as the class continued.
He was tapping his feet to the beat, getting restless almost as the class progressed. You found the class quite enjoyable until you were distracted from your thoughts when the instructor called out from the front, “You two in the back.”, you both looked at each other and then back at the instructor (and well the students who were looking at you two, too), “In or out?”
“In.”, he shouted, getting up. You looked up at him, to which he oh-so-dramatically said, “You dance, a dance class.”
You laughed at that comment and got down to sit on the floor to put on the spare tap shoes. Both of you joined the rest of the crew where the instructor has told you to partner up, with him obviously having you at his side. “Don’t be nervous. Just follow my lead, ok?”, he said almost as if he could sense what you were about to say. You looked at him and nodded.
“So?”, he asked as the two of you were, once again, on the floor taking off your shoes. “Can we make this a regular thing?” “That means a yes to the first dance” “That’s a hell yes!”
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Alternative request: fantasy au with fairy mango and mushroom girl me 🥺 where we bake together
♡ Apple Pie ♡
(A/N: You all have begged and asked so here it is, the awaited Yan!Mango x reader fic. I finally did it for you all, I hope this is enough to satisfy you hungry darlings. If you don’t understand, I get that. A lot of you lovely darlings want me to be your yandere and want me to write fics about myself and I finally gave in. Enjoy!!)
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, fantasy au, .......me
Summary: Me + Fantasy AU (Yan!Mango x GN!reader)
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“Darling!” You hear your captor call for you. You look up from picking flowers to see her in her favorite floral dress, the flowing fabric reaching her calf’s, the off the shoulder dress having long sheer sleeves.
You look up from your flowers, putting them in your pocket before running back to the cottage. Although you were confined by the large fence that’s covered in vines and flowers.
You duck on your way into the small house, making sure not to hit the mushroom on the top of your head against the door. You’re not sure what type of creature you are really, some type of human mushroom hybrid. A large red and white mushroom sprouting from your head and many small ones sprouting from different places on your body.
“Yes?” You say, looking at where Mango was in the kitchen, her cats cuddling together on one of the kitchen counters.
“Oh there you are, sweetheart! I was going to start baking some apple pie but I assumed that you wanted to help so I called you back in” She smiles, tying up her long hair into a low ponytail with a ribbon. You smile back, simply helping her grab the different ingredients from the cabinets.
You lived for the forest for a long time and you had never seen a fae, that was until you met Mango. Sure, she could be a bit overbearing at times, but you still considered her a friend. That was until she kidnapped you because she was so lovesick. Although you had gotten over that a bit by now.
Mango grabs a basket of apples from the table, gently placing them on the counter. You try to reach for a knife so you or her can cut the apples but Mango quickly stops you. “Now, honey, you know you’re not supposed to touch something that could hurt you” She chides, puffing up her chest to seem bigger and more in charge.
“But aren’t you the one who’s accident prone and clumsy?” You giggle, watching Mango’s face go bright red at your words. She was already pale and the smallest words would make her flush, something you did often because it got you attention.
“Shh, we don’t mention that” Mango whispers dramatically, squishing your cheeks do you can’t speak. You giggle once again, Mango’s heart melting at the sound. You were so adorable and perfect. You were really the best darling she could ask for.
The rest of the baking process went smoothly. Although Mango couldn’t keep her hands off of you for to long, just hugging you while you mixed the batter at one point. And at one point durning the baking process you two started playfully throw flour at each other, getting both put your outfits ruined but it didn’t really matter. Mango would just sew you new ones.
By the end of the day, you two were cuddling on a picnic blanket outside. Mango was the luckiest woman alive with you in her arms.
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
