IN EVERY MOMENT

☆ ── IN EVERY MOMENT

☆ ── you and ted decide to time travel forward in time to see if you two are still together. ☆ ── self deprecating reader , fluff , time travel , reader and ted have children together , himbo ted for real , post bill and ted’s excellent adventure

you laid in your bed, your pillow stained with tears. you had heard about his trip in england. the princess he mad met. the way he had talked about them made your heart twinge.

you heard a pebble hit your window. you knew it was ted, but you didn’t have the energy to answer. that was until he threw a whole rock at your window, breaking it.

you ran to the window, lifting it up and sticking your head out. “are you fricking crazy? you threw a whole rock?!” he shrugs, “i didn’t think it was gonna break it.”

“it’s a rock!” you shake your head, “can i come up?” “whatever.” he places the ladder at your window as you walk back to your bed. “why are you laying down? it’s like,” he looks at your clock. “4 pm. and it’s summer! you should be outside.”

“i don’t wanna go anywhere. just leave me alone, ted.” you lift the covers over you, turning yourself away from him. “did…did i do something?”

the pain in his voice hurt you. he didn’t do anything, you were just insecure. “no ted. you didn’t do anything. i’m just not having the best day right now.” he sits next to you. “hey, i have an idea! we should go time travel to see what our future lives would look like.” you sit up, smiling. “why not.”

—

april 13, 2013

you step out of the phone box, amazed by what’s in front of you. “ted, come out here.” you point at your future you.

you were outside, watching you children. then, ted comes out, wrapping his arms around your waist and stuffing his face in the crook of your neck. like he does…now?

“wow! you’re prettier than now.” you knew he meant that in a good way. you laugh, “we have kids together. they look like you ted.”

he laughs, “they do. oh my god! we’re gonna have kids!” he picks you up and swings you around.

this trip lifted the mood for you. it made you realize the you had ted wrapped your finger. “i can’t wait to have kids. i gotta tell bill!”

he really loved you.

BE THE FIRST WHOEVER DID (J.T.)

i have no synopsis for this so bc it’s so short😭-

fwb!relationship, one-sided love, unrequited love, NO PART 2 SO DON’T ASK, based on cinnamon girl by my girl lana 🎀, toxic!jason, minific, short fic, light smut in the beginning, terrible writing so we die like men 🫡, the reader’s skin tone, hair type, eye color or looks are not described so imagine whoever you please.

“FUCK—” JASON’S HIPS piston into yours, making the knot inside your stomach get tighter and tighter. “fuck, right there!” his grip on your thighs tighten. his moans grunts got you closer by the second.

you could barely make out any another words. your sentences were turned into babbles and incoherent moans.

finally, the knot bursts, your arousal leaking out of you, jason finishing soon after you. he pulls out, taking the condom off of him and throwing it away.

“you gotta go.” he states, his back turned to you. the sound of him pulling up his pants and putting on his belt snapped you back into reality.

huh?

tons of thoughts rush inside your head at once. did he find another fling? was it over? did he not feel the same?

“what?” you manage to stutter out. “you need to leave. how clearer can i get?” he grumbled. “what—what’s going on?” you reach a hand out, touching his back, making him recoil. “get out!”

his voice makes you jump, “just get out! i don’t want to see you anymore for christ sake.” you squint your eyes, “so you bust a quick nut and all of a sudden we’re done? really jason?” you jump out of his bed, quickly throwing on your clothes.

he had turn to you to say something but you had cut him off — the last thing you needed right now was to hear him say anything.

four weeks.

it’s been four weeks since you and jason had last spoken together since the…thing.

you would be considered a liar if you said you didn’t miss him. his warmth. his presence. his coc—

no! you couldn’t go back. you needed to let him know that you didn’t need him. most importantly, you needed to let yourself know that you didn’t need him.

so, no matter how many messages and calls you received from him, you had to fight the urge to give into him. but it hurt knowing that he could’ve found someone else to take your place.

that he never loved you.

EYES CLOSED

simon’s hand wrapped around an unfamiliar body. he wanted to sob. he wanted to punch the nearest wall. he wanted to do anything to release the anger inside him. but he couldn’t. that was against his code.

he closed his eyes, imagining that he was holding you. he imagined that the both of you were still together. he imagined that he didn’t screw up.

he remember the events like it was yesterday.

you had grown tired of his absence. you said you craved something more. something he couldn’t give to you. he wasn’t upset with you. he was upset with himself. he loves you so much, why can’t he show it?

but he had to let you go. did he regret it? yes. he wanted to spend every moment with you. even the silent ones. the moments where you didn’t need to talk, just taking in each other’s presence.

was it best for you? yes. but was it best for him? no. you were his serotonin. you kept him sane. you didn’t even need to be there. the mention of you would bring a smile to his face.

but those moments were gone. so, he kept his eyes shut. praying that one day he’ll encounter you again. a moment for him to ask for a second chance. he kept his eyes screwed shut. remembering the moments you had together. good and bad.

⋆୨୧ glory box

→ ⋆୨୧ ; a drabble of mean!john (just slapping :p) .

go listen to ; glory box by portishead

→ 🩰 ; fem!reader , bottom!sub!reader , top!dom!john , mean!john , john making the reader say ‘ i love you ‘ , overstimulation , dacryphilia , smut , pwp , slapping , reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . or looks are not described

“say it again.” he commands. he slaps you in the face. “say it again, bitch!” his hard thrusts mind fucked you. you were babbling your sentences and moaning your words.

he held on the headboard behind you, steadying himself. “you’re not coming until you say it again.” the overstimulation brought tears to your eyes. whenever you got close, he’d slow his thrusts, making you whine.

“come on, doll.” he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, “just say it and you can feel good. i promise.” his thumb swipes your tears away.

you grip the sheets under you, your knuckles turning white. “come on , sweetheart.” he strikes you across the face again. “i can do this all day.” and he wasn’t lying.

“i—nngh!” his cock hit that spot. he was making this hard on purpose. “i love you, john.” he smirks, “aww, now the fun is over.” he pouts.

i’m fighting the urge to make a fic based off of shades of cool rn

taglist ; @iovesia

rx queen

being his guardian angel, john wants to taint you a bit

go to listen to , angel by massive attack n rx queen by deftones

🐇 ; halfangel!reader , reader being john’s guardian angel , based off of constantine ( 2005 ) , smut , the reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . or looks are not described so imagine whoever , i was not mentally stable while writing this

john takes out, yet, another cigarette and placing it between his lips before you had interrupted him. “what did i tell you about smoking, john?” appearing out of thin air, you take the cigarette from his lips, flinging it somewhere behind you.

he grunts, sitting up to meet you, “i can take having a guardian angel, but an annoying one is too much.”

false.

he enjoyed your company. whether you were forced to be around him or not, he liked having you around.

“you’ll kill yourself before we can make any progress of you getting into heaven.” you place a hand on his knee, “enough with the cigarettes.” he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “it’s not that easy, sweetheart.”

“sure it is. just drop the cigarette.” you shrug. “you’ve never smoked before, have you?” you shake your head, earning a snigger from him.

“c’mere.” you sit closer to him, placing yourself on the side of his bed. the back of his hand glides across your wings, making you shutter. “you liked that, didn’t you?” he chuckles.

he weightlessly picks you up, placing you between his legs, your wings automatically retracting. “john, what are you doing?” he holds a finger to your lips, silencing you, “ever since god blessed me with you, i just wanted to ruin you. fuck up whatever amount of innocence you have left within you.”

his fingers trace the apple of your cheek, “you’re beautiful.” his lips press along the back of your neck, “stunning, even.” his hands sneak pass the waistline of your pants, surpassing your panties. “you were wet this whole time.” he teases, playing with your sensitive bud.

what is this feeling? and why does it feel so good?

“don’t fight it, doll. give in.” he covers his middle and ring finger with your slick before stuffing his fingers in you.

“j-john.” you flutter your eyes, moaning in pleasure. “such a good girl.” he coaxes you. your head lull back, john takes your lips into his.

he was going to have fun with you.

divider by , @v6que

y’all💀 if you’re older than 17, you have no business reading miles x reader fanfiction. writing it at that.

y’all be so pressed about minors reading smut then turn around reading fanfics about a minor.

i just had a 20 year old exposed herself that she reads my stuff. you’re a pedophile.