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Coffee “Date” Hangout

☼⚠︎ Ryland (Yandere! Best Friend) x GN! Reader

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a/n: mr. locksmith is back…

if you’re new, i recommend reading THIS to understand Ryland (not too necessary, but recommended!), and THIS to understand the mentions of the others. :)

TW!!! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), aggression towards you, ominous threats, not really a TW but there’s also a bit of tsundereness in there

Word count: 3k

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“Oh look, you’re here. 10 minutes late too.” Ryland grumbles as you brush his complaints off with a roll of your eyes. He brushes some of his hair out of the way with a dark tan hand, extending his hand out to tap on the table. “Hurry up.” He always does this. You could be fifteen-point-five seconds late, and he would still complain about it.

“Whatever. Sit.” He pats the spot next to him in the little booth, and you toss your small bag on the opposite side, taking a seat across from him. Since he wants to give you attitude, you’ll give him some back. He scowls, but picks up the menu and scrolls through it.

“Ah, strawberry cream crepes! That sounds good, huh?” His angered demeanor vanishes as he points eagerly to the menu item. It’s so easy to tell when he’s really mad and when he isn’t. That must be one of the perks with having him as a friend for this long. “Or I could go with the french toast, huh. What’re you gonna get?”

You pick up your menu and settle on whatever catches your eyes first, flipping the menu over before you let your temptations get the best of you. Ryland seems to know what he’s going to get too, as soon as the waitress comes up.

“Yeah, just the strawberry crepes, and a black coffee.”

You murmur your order to the waitress too, and as soon as she leaves, Ryland clasps his hands together, tilting his head to the side as a grin forms on his face.

“I always love going on dates with you, babe.” Yuck. This isn’t a date. And the next time he calls you babe, he’s catching a right hook to the face.

“Yeah, ‘course it is. Look around.” He gestures around to other patrons in the café, obviously on dates with their significant others. But that doesn’t mean anything for the two of you.

“You’re always in denial.” He struggles to even get the sentence out, chuckling as he sees your irritated expression. “Alright, I’m just kidding. Not like I would go on a real date with you anyway.” What a liar. You roll your eyes at him, trying to hide the smile forming on your face.

“Ugh, hell no. You’re so ugly and nasty.” Yeah, whatever. It’s so easy to see right through him. “Gross.” He seems to pause, tapping his finger on the table before speaking again.

“And, uhm, sorry for how I acted over the phone yesterday afternoon.” He murmurs, his joking demeanor dropping instantly. To be honest, he didn’t even need to apologize in person. Just by the way he sounded over the phone when you got home last night, you could tell he felt awful.

Despite that, it doesn’t take long to get into the swing of conversation, and your food arrives even sooner than you thought it would. Ah, it smells so good…

Ryland’s already dug into his crepes, white cream all over his mouth as he speaks. “Ah, wow!” He exclaims, his mouth full of food. “This shiss ahmazhing!” Hehe. ‘Shiss’. It’s cute to see the pure bliss on his face, too. You didn’t even know he really liked crepes like that.

He swallows his food and licks the corner of his mouth, missing a bit of the cream. “I’ve been making some at home recently.” Really?

“Yeah.” He suddenly scoffs and looks away, oddly frustrated at your shock. “You know, you would know this if you came by my apartment more often, instead of studying all of your time away.” Ah, so that’s what he’s angry about.

“Okay, sure, ‘important’.” Ryland mutters, taking another piece of his crepe as he stuffs it inside his mouth, and goes for a sip of his coffee. There isn’t a way to cheer him up, huh? “Yeah, your bullshit classes are more important than me. Sure.” You never said that. He’s always jumping to conclusions, huh?

“I just… Ugh.” He scoffs. “You know I miss hanging out with you, no matter how gross you are.” He nudges a strawberry out of his crepe as he talks, stabbing it onto his fork as he takes a bite. “And who knows how it’s gonna be later down the line, with working full time and what not.” He waggles his fork around, pointing to you. “Especially cause’ it looks like you never have time for me anyway, even now.” Well, what about now?

“This,” He gestures to the entirety of the café, and your meal. “doesn’t count. You know I mean things like, er, relaxing in my room.” Ryland extends his hand out, starting to count on his fingers. “Or watching a movie, baking, talking smack about everyone else- Ah, did you hear what Cody did?” He snickers, wiping some cream off his mouth. “He was playing around these two girls, and they both caught him. Idiot.” Eh, it was gonna happen sooner or later. You take another bite of your meal, and soak in the atmosphere of both the café, but also finally getting the chance to hang out with him again.

He isn’t wrong. Life has been pretty busy nowadays, but for the past few weeks, it looks like things have been calming down, especially with the chilly weather. You even got the chance to relax with Marcus yesterday.

“Oh, yeah.” Ryland nibbles another strawberry off the tip of his fork. “Him.” He mutters, his shoulders becoming a bit tense as he takes another bite of his crepe. “How was it?”

It was pretty fun, in all honesty. And the muffins he gave you as a gift were even better.

“That’s good.” He says dismissively, taking a sip of his coffee as you drone on just a little more about Marcus. It doesn’t take long to see the look of disinterest in his face, since he usually doesn’t hide it, so you switch the topic rather quickly.

“You know, I can bake too. It’s not hard.” He grumbles. “We should bake together sometime. It would be even better than with… Whoever.”

You sigh, shaking your head at his jealous nature. Idiot.

“If you’re gonna sit there and sigh, how about you just stop mentioning other people altogether?” Ryland snaps, dropping his fork on the table with a clatter as he crosses his arms. “That shit pisses me off. You’re out with me, and you’re wondering what the fuck this ‘Marcus’ guy is doing right now?” Ryland scowls deeply. “It can never be just us two, it’s always someone else…” His voice trails off as he stares down at his crepe, brows furrowing as he becomes lost in thought. You sigh at his outburst and take another bite of your meal, rolling your eyes.

It’s become so normal, brushing it off is something second nature at this point. Really, are all boy best friends this protective?

Nah, probably not. It’s always been just him that acts this way, even all those years back.

“You never take me seriously.” He hisses. “I’m gonna do something one day, cause you keep on pissing me off with all of these guys, watch.” Eugh, his tone sounded even worse right there, worse than usual… Maybe something really is off?

Once you ask, all he does is pick up his fork and mutter something under his breath. You can’t catch it at all…

It’s quiet between you two for a moment, and all that fills the silence between you two is his fork scraping on his plate, as he takes another piece of his almost finished crepe.

Though, despite all of this, all it takes is a small murmur of his name, and then another one, for him to crumble.

“Oh jeez.” He mumbles, his hand trembling a bit as he takes another bite of his crepe. “I’m sorry.” Ryland says in a hushed voice, seemingly nervous of what you think of him. “I’m trying to get better at controlling myself, I promise.”

Yeah…

“I just,” he pauses for a second. “I just really like you, obviously, so…” Ryland looks back up at you. “You don’t hate me, do you?”

Of course not.

“Are you mad?”

You smile, yet sigh, shaking your head as he starts to laugh a bit.

“Yeah, okay, of course,” he mutters. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“How bout’ there?” It took a bit for him to get back to his energetic self, but with a bit of conversation and teasing, hw’s back to good ol’ Ryland. He points to a small sweet shop on the side of the street, a fairly large line leading a bit out of the store despite the time of day, Or, er, the time of night. “They have good sweets, even some candy. Want me to get a couple, so we can take some home?”

Yes please.

Ryland grins and rubs your shoulder affectionately. “My cars open. You can wait there.” But couldn’t you just go inside with him? He pinches your cheek and tugs on it, enjoying your complaints at the pain and all of the name-calling. “I don’t want you waiting outside in the cold. I’ll be fine. Plus,” he flicks you right in the forehead, bringing a scowl right to your face. “I wanna get you some surprise sweets, so we can try them together.”

Oh. Your scowl is wiped off your face as he mentions the little surprise he had in mind. Hmm.

Fine.

You open the passenger door of his car, taking a seat inside. After Ryland makes sure you’re comfortable, and that the car is warm enough for you, you watch him walk off to the line, which luckily, has already gotten shortened by two people while you both were talking. This won’t take long.

You fiddle around with your bag in your hands, glancing around at the people passing by on the street. Actually, some of these people stay in your apartment complex, huh? It’s not too strange, since it’s fairly close. Maybe only an eight minute drive. You’ve already counted three people you recognize crossing by, including a group of women with some bags of the same sweet shop Ryland had just gone to. There’s also this guy leaning against a wall, obviously disheveled from either an exhausting day, or he’s drunk out of his mind.

Maybe it’s both?

Wait. Wait a minute.

That guy seems familiar.

Hmm. Caramel skin, brown trench coat, light brown hair, a bit messy too. It has a sort of wild look. A flask in his left hand, cigarette in his left, different color-

Different colored eyes?! Holy shit, it’s that man! The guy that helped you out with your apartment that night, no way!

He really did save you that night too, ahh, maybe another thank you and a small hello won’t hurt.

You open the car door, slamming it shut behind you as you run up to him, tapping him on his arm, and he swivels around to meet your gaze. Uh oh. There’s an evident scowl on his face. “What?” His deep, raspy voice snaps out, but his face softens as he meets your gaze, a sigh leaving his parted lips. “Sorry; Been a little wound up lately.” His eyes wander as he looks you up and down, a small ‘hmm’ noise leaving his throat as he smiles. “Can I help you, sugar?”

You stop and raise a brow. He doesn’t remember you?

His face scrunches up a bit as he slips his flask into some of his trench coat pockets, reaching up and rubbing his stubble. “I’m sorry, have we met before?” Mr. Locksmith grumbles, tapping his finger lightly on his cigarette as he looks you up and down, and he draws in another puff of smoke. “I don’t think I would fully forget a pretty face like yours.”

Oh. Your face warms up, but you don't provide him any assistance as you wait for him.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long for the realization to pop up on his face, and he blows the smoke out as a wide grin spreads on his face. “Oh, hey, I know you! You were the person who got locked out of their apartment, yeah?” You nod excitedly and smile, thanking him again for helping you that night. He brushes it off and taps his cigarette again, ash falling onto the ground.

“It’s nothin’. Anything to help a pretty person like yourself, sugar.” His rough hand pets and ruffles the top of your head, and you scowl at his touch. You pepped yourself up for this hangout with Ryland and everything, now he’s going to ruin your hair.

Thank god the little “date”, as Ryland called it, is already over.

“Now, what’re you all dolled up for? Are you meeting somebody?” You shake your head at his question. “Oh? You’re already done?” He says, drawing in more smoke from his cigarette, then letting it fall to the ground as he stamps it out lightly with his foot. “Hope your little date was nice. Where’s the lucky guy?” Wasn’t a date, but okay.

Off, somewhere. Getting snacks; ah, hopefully he gets those little cream puffs. Maybe Marcus would like one.

“Ahh,” He smiles. “It’s not very nice of him to leave a pretty thing like you out here alone though, is it, sugar?” You giggle and shake your head, playing along with his joke. How charming and funny can one guy be? He’s pretty good at this. Now, how many other people have fallen for his spell?

“No one else.” That’s hard to believe, for someone like him. “You’re the first.”

Ahh, now hold on a second…

“I know, I’m just joking around.” He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, popping the lid open. “You smoke?”

Hell no.

“Suit yourself.” He chuckles. “Thanks for the fifty bucks, by the way. Spent it on exactly what I told you I would.” But a whole fifty on just cigarettes is a bit much, isn’t it?

“That’s why I bought some alcohol with it too. And a nice tie.” He reaches up to his neck, stopping once he notices said tie isn’t there. “Oh yeah, forgot. I took it off earlier. Didn’t want to get it messed up.” Well, at least your money didn’t fully go toward a bad habit.

“Hold on. This your boyfriend walking up? I thought you were messing with that boy at the bar.” Boyfriend? You don’t have a…

He points down the street, and sure enough, Rylands walking up to you both, looking extremely displeased.

“Uh oh.” Mr. Locksmith chuckles and takes a step back from you as Ryland makes his way over. “Better have an explanation up.” His eyes scan over you again, up and down, and he starts to chuckle. “You little cheater.”

Ah, damn.

“Hey,” Ryland greets you in a hushed voice, glaring at Mr. Locksmith as his hand snakes around to your waist, pushing you flush against him. “C’mon, is this dumbass hitting on you?” And there goes his defensive nature. You scowl and shake your head slowly in annoyance, nudging him with your elbow harshly on his side. “Ouch, ‘kay, damn.” He hisses. Ryland's hand is still tense around you. “So, who the hell is he?”

“So you must be the lucky man.” Mr. Locksmith laughs a bit, waving his hand around dismissively. “Nah, I’m no one is important. I just helped them with…”

Oh god, he shouldn’t mention the apartment! If he does, Ryland’s gonna cause a storm with his questions like “Why didn’t you come to me?” and “Why didn’t you call me?” Ugh. Please don’t!

“Their car the other day.” Oh? “Damn thing was making some weird noises, and I happened to pass by, so I lent them a hand.” Ah, your savior!

“Your car had a problem? Why didn’t you tell me?” Oh my god. Ryland frowns as he turns back to Mr. Locksmith. “What was the problem?” Seems like a harmless question, sure, but you could tell that there was a sort of interrogating tone behind his words. Looks like he’s trying to suss out the lie. Hopefully Mr. Locksmiths a good liar.

“Their engine was sputtering. A quick look and a whack or two fixed the problem.” Nice!

“That’s all?”

“Yeah.”

God, the air between them is so tense… Mainly coming from Ryland.

Even with the tense air, Mr. Locksmith’s smile hasn’t faltered a single bit. Either he’s good at acting, or he finds the whole situation amusing. Probably the latter. And it looks like Ryland didn’t buy the lie either, but he’s always been hard to lie too.

“Something the matter?” His eyes flicker over to yours. “Your boyfriend seems tense.”

Alright, time to go.

You tug on Ryland's sleeve, trying to tug him away from the situation at hand, but it doesn’t look like he’s gonna budge.

“Hey, did you tell this guy I was-” He looks down at you, and you can see the irritation in his expression, but sees the forming frown on your face, and his eyes soften. “... Ugh, nevermind. C’mon.”

“Nice meeting you.” Mr. Locksmith gives a small wave goodbye to Ryland, and you tug him away harshly, ready to cuss him out right then and there.

“Sorry, sorry, you know how I am.” Yeah, you know all too well. Ryland gives you a cheeky chuckle and a grin, locking his fingers together with yours. His hands are always rough, but warm. “But hey, look! I got them! The last ones too. They’re fresh.” Yum. “Too bad for the suckers in line behind me.”

… He’s okay, right?

You turn your head back to Mr. Locksmith, and bite back a smile once you see the wink he gives you, holding a finger up to his lips. How fun, maybe you’ll drop a gift by his apartment later. What number did he say it was? It looks like every time you run into him, you always end up owing him some sort of favor.

Odd, you didn’t even ask for his name. Mr. Locksmith will be his name forever, you guess.

“Next time, don’t go asking weird strangers for help.” It’s always a lecture with him. “Just come to me, okay? You know damn well I’m a jack of all trades.” Yet a master at none.

Ryland reaches over and pinches your cheek, tugging on it lightly as you complain and wince at the pain. “C’mon, don’t make fun of me like that…” He chuckles “You don’t know what kind of things I’m capable of.”

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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab) // chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol/collegegrad!felix. waitress!reader. college au. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. friends to enemies to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining. cheating. abusive boyfriend/ex. drama galore. the sexual tension is REAL in this one.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. felix is reader's estranged childhood bestie. chan is low-key an asshole in this ngl. heavy topics are mentioned such as: abusive/toxic relationships, cheating, and pathological lying. the summer vibes are real in this one. there will be humor/fluff throughout to balance everything. and ofc smut too because who am i if not a whore for filthy felix smut. 😉

word count: 4.7k

summary: ever since you were born, all you've ever known is living a simple life in the small australian coastal town of bridgeport bay. you're content with working at your parent's beachside restaurant angel waves for the rest of your life, and you're happy with your place in the world - you have good friends and an even better boyfriend. that is, until everything comes to a standstill when a familiar face from the past visits town for the summer. and in the wake of his return, lee felix upturns everything you thought you were content with here in your comforting little beach town.

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“Hey Y/N, can you please get the next table? I think Jordan just seated another customer.” Your best friend Yeji asked you in a light, cheery voice. She was walking past you into the kitchens, both hands full of dirty dishes, her midnight black hair blowing in the breeze that rushed into the restaurant from the open windows that lined the entire place. 

 “Sure thing babe!” You gave her a playful wink, offering up a faint smile before you finished helping ring up another customer’s order. 

 Just like every other weekend, your parent's restaurant - Angel Waves - was bustling with activity, as a solid line formed outside the doors with patrons waiting to snag a seat in the popular joint. A mix between a tropical tiki bar and a fish shack, Angel Waves - or AW for short - was located just off of the beach. With a wrap-around porch and huge bay windows that offered stunning views of the beautiful cerulean sea just a few feet away, AW had been a critically-acclaimed restaurant by the locals for decades. 

 Initially, it had been your father’s dream to open up a restaurant. But then he married your mother, and things took off soon after the wedding. In no time at all, she was pregnant with you while simultaneously helping your father build the restaurant from the ground up. To date, he had added three more parts to the place, making it rather expansive. With the bright neon signs and fire-burning torches that lined the perimeter of it, AW could be spotted on the shoreline from miles away. The inside was decorated rather plainly, with bright pops of tropical colors here and there and wooden chairs lined throughout the area. 

 But at night, the vibes of the restaurant came to life. As the patrons at the seated bar grew louder, the tropical music increased in volume and added to the overall atmosphere of laid-back tourists and locals alike. 

 Having grown up in Bridgeport Bay, which was a small seaside town in the East part of Australia, you were used to the leisurely way of things. But to some, it would seem like everyone around was just lazy. When in fact, people knew how to have a good time - and that was all that mattered to a lot of locals. 

 Including yourself. 

 Your parents had raised you in the small house that was just off the backside of the restaurant, so the tropical way of life had always been the only thing you had known. You didn’t mind living the same daily routine - waking up early to help with chores, then attending classes at the local university, before arriving back at the restaurant in time to help with the night shifts. Plus, it helped that one of your best friends, Yeji, had been working with you at the restaurant since she was a young teenager. 

 Now, at the tender age of twenty-two, you were well acquainted with your surroundings. You were set in stone about what you wanted to do with your life. And after you finished getting your degree in Environmental Science, you hoped to aid in the environmental impact of Bridgeport Bay, since environmental efforts were one of your biggest passions in life.

 As you stared around the dimly lit restaurant that was busy with customers and servers alike, you felt yourself come alive under the energy of it all. And getting a hint of the salty sea breeze on your tongue, you made to help the newest customer in placing their order. 

 The early June sun was just beginning to set over the horizon of the ocean, painting the brilliant light blue sky in shades of violets and fuchsias. Your attention was momentarily pulled away from your task at hand, as you were completely captivated by the look of the rippling water shining underneath the fading sunlight. 

 But you quickly snapped yourself out of your daze, already grabbing hold of your notepad and pen as you came up to the new table you were waiting on. Without looking up, you began to write down the time and your name on the top corner of the paper, like you always did before taking an order. “Hi, welcome to Angel Waves. My name’s Y/N and I’ll be your server. What can I get started for you tonight?” 

 There was a pause on the customer’s end, and the noise of the restaurant overtook all of your senses for a few moments, but then everything dimmed out into a faint hum as the customer spoke. 

 “Hi… Y/N.” 

 Immediately, without even giving it a second thought, your head shot up from the piece of paper on your notepad that you had been previously staring at. 

 Heart hammering in your chest, throat constricting in anxiety, with the flush already clawing up your neck and pooling in either of your cheeks. 

 All at the sight of… 

Him. 

 Lee Felix. 

 The boy that you had grown up with. The one that had moved in next door to your restaurant when you were five years old. The one who had attended preschool, middle school, and high school with you. 

 The boy who had been your best friend in the entire world for over a decade. 

 And also, the single most person whom you hadn’t talked to in over four years. 

 But no- he was no longer a boy. 

 No- as he sat there, peering up at you with that familiar face of his, you suddenly came to acknowledge the years that had passed between the two of you. 

 Evidently, his time away at university for four years in South Korea changed him. Drastically. 

 From the long, sandy bleached-blonde locks that fell across his forehead, to the milky, blemish-free skin. His eyes were darker, too. More intense. And the sharp lines of his face were almost startling - with a jaw that could cut through steel, a proud nose, and prominent cheekbones. 

 He was no longer the awkward and geeky boy he had grown up with. The boy who had short, cropped black hair in his senior year of high school and braces for three years, and cystic acne that lasted well into his junior year of high school. 

 He looked… 

 Like a fully grown man. 

 And you didn’t know how to feel about that. 

 It made your stomach turn in a sickening kind of way. Made your heart pound against your ribcage painfully. 

 He was staring up at you, watching your blatant perusal of him in silence with a ticked-up, perfectly manicured dark eyebrow. 

 But some things hadn’t changed, at least, as he flashed you that tiny, easy smile he always seemed to have plastered on his face. 

 “F-Felix- wow, hi. I-” You began, stammering over your words in your utter surprise. You felt your eyes widen from your stupid blubbering, and the panic chilled down your spine from the way that he laughed heartily at your reaction to him sitting in front of you. “It’s uh- good to see you again, holy fuck.” 

 “Yeah, you too…” He finally pulled his gaze from yours, offering you some respite from the intensity of his matured eyes. You took in a deep breath as his focus scanned over the restaurant all around you. “Glad to see this place hasn’t changed one bit since the last time I came around these parts.” 

 “What brings you back to the coast?” You asked, rocking onto the backs of your heels like you always did when you were nervous. Bridgeport Bay was a small town that was connected to a set of other ones similar to it, which all lined the same coast of Eastern Australia. 

 After all, soon before he left to study in South Korea, he had vowed to you that he’d never step foot in ‘this hellish beach town’ ever again. 

 Obviously, he had proven himself wrong. 

 He shrugged broad shoulders, making you realize how much his physique had changed too. He was fitted in a loose t-shirt and faded jeans, but you could just barely make out the outlines of muscles underneath the baggy fabric. His back was proud and he sat up completely straight in his chair, the opposite of how he used to be in your childhood - always slouched and with thin, frail limbs. He was still petite in stature, but now made up for his lack of height with muscle. Even so, he still outranked you in height by a good three inches. 

 He was acting like it was no big deal - like none of it was a big deal. Not him coming back to Bridgeport after such a long time and looking so different from how you had known him as. “I just graduated, so I decided to spend the summer back at my parent’s place before I decide what I wanna do with my life.” Felix leaned over in his seat then, leveling you with that stare he always gave whenever he was trying to get a read on your feelings. “What about you? I see you’re still working for your folks…” 

 His voice trailed off. And if you didn’t know him any better, you’d assume that he had a pretentious air about him. Sure, he was the scrawny boy that had shipped off to South Korea, only to come back four years later looking hot as hell with a solid education and most-likely loads of crazy stories to tell to everyone who’d listen. 

 You, on the other hand, were still stuck in the same position that you had always been in. Living in Bridgeport Bay, in your parent's house, and helping work the restaurant while attending school at a nearby university. 

 It was comforting, in a sense, to have the same daily routine. But you could also acknowledge the fact that Bridgeport Bay was a fairly quiet place - in other words, not much happened. Most people your age had already moved away as soon as they graduated from high school, either traveling to the big city of Sydney to get a degree or going overseas to bigger and better places.

 And there you were… still stuck in the same turquoise-walled bedroom from your childhood, with the same group of three friends, and waking to the same view every single morning. The brilliant pinks and oranges of the sunrise against the ocean water got old in about… two days. 

 Folding your arms across your chest, you almost felt like you were trying to protect yourself from him. Lee Felix, who had been your childhood best friend. But who, unbeknownst to you, had turned into this ethereal, untouchable beast of a man in the absence of your friendship. It felt foreign and odd, to have him studying you so intently with those dark eyes. “Yeah, I’m still living here in Bridge… same friends, same habits, you know how it is around these parts.” You tried to laugh off the awkwardness you suddenly felt, but your tone came out all flat and warbled. 

 Felix was still staring up at you, but this time, his gaze melted exponentially. So much so, that it suddenly felt like you were the one staring into his soul - picking apart his emotions as he sat there in front of you, head tilted up in curiosity. And the feelings you saw dance across his eyes, for just a split second, made your heart tumble in the pit of your chest. 

 “Same friends, huh?” He asked, but it wasn’t a question he was seeking an answer for. After that, his focus was yanking away from you, as he looked down at the menu before him on the table. You watched his adam’s apple bob up and down, throat constricting as he took in a sharp breath. 

 You could feel the air shift around you as soon as you mentioned friends. Because besides Yeji and Felix, the only other person you had truly had a connection with in Bridgeport Bay was… Christopher Bang. The two of you had met during your freshman year of high school and had been quite inseparable ever since. You had a raging crush on him, and apparently, he had one on you too - since he had asked you out on your first-ever date at the start of your final year in high school. 

 By the time you all were graduating from Bridgeport Bay High, you and Chris were the it couple. With him being the popular soccer jock, it was only right that you started to get popular as well - since you were the ‘hot girlfriend’ who was always hanging on his arm. Chris was nice and funny and was friends with literally all of the high schoolers in the area, so you liked being around him. 

 But the more time you spent with him, the less you spent with Felix. And by the time graduation rolled around, your friendship had suffered big time from your new relationship with Chris. Felix didn’t approve at all of the two of you guys dating. He had always waved off your swooning throughout the years as ‘hormonal imbalances,’ but as soon as the two of you became official, his entire tune changed. 

 All of a sudden, he was getting angry at you. With such a short temper, he would have outbursts during most of your hangouts. And it wasn’t until the night of your graduation that all of the building tension finally broke, like a pinprick to a fragile balloon full of water. 

 The night had ended in a colossal blow-up on both of your ends - with Felix’s anger exploding in your face and making him out to be some ugly, dark boy. And definitely, not the kid you had grown up to love and care for. During the argument, he had finally admitted that he hated Chris' guts - that he saw right through his little scheme, and he thought the guy was a horrible match for you. 

 Of course, you retaliated tenfold by throwing his singleness in his face. Since, during the entirety of your high school years, he had never once dated any girl. That insult was low for even you, and soon had him storming off the scene, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat from your stubbornness. You hadn’t listened to him the whole time, only registering the fact that he didn’t approve of you and Chris being together. Like he was your fucking dad and he needed to give his consent to every man you loved and dated. 

 And that turned out to be the last time the two of you ever saw or talked to each other for the next four years. Since just a week after graduation, Felix had completely vanished from Bridgeport Bay. When you went over to his house to make things up, his parents informed you that he’d already left for South Korea earlier than expected. 

 His absence didn’t fully register until you tried to call and text him that night, only to be left with an error message in return. Since he was moving to a different country, he needed to change his phone number. He had already informed you of such a thing weeks earlier, and the two of you had planned on setting up a special app where you could text. But the two of you had forgotten about such a detail in the business of graduation season, so there was no way to contact him. 

 Instead, you were faced with living in the wake of his departure - you were forced to relive the big fight between the two of you for months after that, rehashing things and stewing over all of the feelings again and again. And finally, after a year of being heartbroken over the shattered friendship with your best friend in the entire world, you decided to move on. 

 To bigger, and better things. 

 Like the friends you still had in Bridgeport Bay, going to university, and working at the restaurant. 

 And, Chris too. 

 Since your relationship had only blossomed from there, having quickly turned into a four-year ordeal of fun dates and long night chats and walks along the sandy beachside in the late afternoon sunset. 

 “I’ll have the salmon bowl with brown rice, please.” Felix’s deep timbre pulled you out of your daze of thought, shocking you back into the present. You were still standing there at his table, in the middle of a busy dinner rush, waiting for his order. “Oh, and a side of fried pineapple rings too.” 

 “Okay, and what kind of drink would you like with all of that?” You asked, mind turning off and zoning into work mode as you wrote down his order. “We have all kinds of-”

 “I know what you guys serve, Y/N. I’m not a complete idiot.” 

 His deadpan retort came out in that unfamiliar voice of his, automatically ripping your eyes away from your notepad. 

 And there he was, peering up at you again. 

 But this time, his eyes were a lot more hooded - darker, even. Swimming with tension, his sharp jaw pulled taut in what appeared to be annoyance. 

 Before you could even get another word out, he was speaking again. In that raspy, deep tone, and you had no idea how you could get used to all of the changes at once. “I’ll take a coke- if that’s okay.” 

 You nodded, once, your tongue feeling like lead in your mouth. It was heavy and hard to move to form any more words, so you decided against talking and just flitted away from his table altogether with his order. 

 As you were passing by the open bar, you tossed Jordan, one of your coworkers, a pointed look. “Take care of table seven for me, will ya?” You motioned with a slight tilt of your head to where Felix was sitting across from the window. 

 Jordan frowned, eyes turning to slits as soon as he registered who was sitting at the table. The two of you had never been particularly friends, since he was a few years older than you. But he had been working as a waiter/bartender at AW for the past seven years and knew all of the regulars who came by. He also knew who Felix was, and what he meant to you. 

 “The little bastard giving you any trouble, darling?” He asked in a low voice as he slid a full glass of craft beer across the porcelain countertop to a waiting elderly man. “I can take care of him if you-”

 “What? No, no,” you said frantically, waving your hands in the air to stop him from going any further. Eyes shifting back to Felix, you registered the way that he was sitting there, shoulders slightly slumped in his seat, as he stared out the large window to his left side, examining the lapping waves of the seashore. “No- I just… I can’t handle all of… that tonight.” 

 Jordan gave you a soft smile, flashing a wink your way before he was back mixing another cocktail for a new customer. “You know I’ll always cover for your ass, baby girl.” 

 You giggled quietly at his absurd pet names. You knew that he was never seriously calling you any of them, but it was more in an affectionate, brotherly kind of way. Plus, he was viscerally gay, so you never had to worry that the nicknames were ever alluding to more than just a coworker-to-coworker friendship. 

 By the time you left the bar where Jordan was busily working and filed into the kitchen, you were once again swept up in the chaos of it all. Servers and managers bustling about, chefs shouting orders out at each other. And in no time at all, your mind was drowned in your work and you no longer could hold any space for the thought of him. 

 Yeji failed to catch sight of him in her busyness, which you were thankful for. She and Felix had been friends in high school, but no one had been as close to him as you had. At least, until your colossal fight on graduation night. Then, even you weren't close to Lee Felix.

 The night passed by rather quickly, as you heeded your parent's commands and helped out with the dinner rush as best as you could - taking orders, scrubbing dishes in the back of the kitchen, and cleaning up tables after customers had left their spots. 

 By the time closing hour was nearing at eleven o'clock, most of the customers had left for the night - save for a few couples dispersed throughout the place and a rowdy group of men who had steadily gotten drunker on their liquor as the hours passed. Jordan was somehow managing them swimmingly, playing into their flirtations and pouring them drinks that were ‘on the house,’ but really, just made a bigger cut in his tip paycheck.

 You were so invested and focused on your work at the register, as you sorted through all of the orders from that night, that you failed to notice the shadow that was slinking across the wall, coming towards you steadily. 

 But finally, the dark figure was upon you and snaking two strong arms around your waist, pulling you away from the front counter and pressing your back against a chiseled chest. 

 Already sensing who it was, you giggled softly and turned your head up to look into the eyes of your boyfriend, Chris, whom you had been dating for the past five years. He had always said that he didn’t want anything ‘too serious’ and that he was happy with just dating you until the last of his days. And to be honest, you weren’t complaining all that much. 

 Although, you sometimes got bothered by the thought of never getting to marry the man you had loved for so long. Once in a while, you’d get into this odd annoying spell where you’d be angry that he never wanted to make a complete and solid life with you - and instead wanted to continue dating happily like the two of you were still in high school. 

 But in the end, you always managed to push those frustrated thoughts away, deeming everything to be alright since you could do anything if it meant living the rest of your days out with the love of your life, Chris. 

 “When did you get here?” You asked, as you reached up and twisted a few fingers through his midnight coils. They were curly and stood up at all different ends, something you had always loved about him. That, and his killer body. 

 “Just a second ago- thought I’d surprise you and take you out to dinner after your long, hard day at work…” His voice trailed off, as his hands squeezed down on your shoulders, long fingers massaging the aches and pains away. 

 You felt a sly smirk already starting to spread across your mouth as you leaned into him and pressed a wanting kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you were talking in a quiet voice. “Give me a few minutes, I’m almost done with my sorting.” 

 Just as you tried to escape from his grasp, Chris tightened his hold over you, arms encircling your waist and pressing your ass into the front of his sweatpants. You could feel the hardness there, just through the line of the thin fabric. 

 Oh, so we wanted the night to result in that kind of date. 

“Nah- I’m not letting you go,” he mumbled in a deep voice, mouth coming close to your ear as he whispered into it, warm breath fanning against the exposed span of your neck. “Been thinking about you all day baby, want you so bad tonight…” 

 He let the rest of his words trail off, forcing an ugly blush to bleed into either of your cheeks. Then he was spinning around so that he was completely facing you. The darkness of the restaurant cast a shaded glow over his broad shoulders, as he pressed into you with a sardonic smile plastered across his face. 

 “What’s so funny, mister?” You asked, tracing a finger over the line of his jaw as he tilted down into you and gave your nose a light peck. 

 “Nothing, just… I love riling you up like this when you’re at work. Feels… exhilarating.” 

 Then you had no time to react, as his face was moving and capturing your lips up in a lustful kiss. His mouth was plush and familiar against yours, and immediately, you were melting into his firm grasp, moaning softly at the way that one of his hands trailed down the curve of your ass, squeezing the covered skin there. 

 You guys were practically making out at the front counter of the restaurant, for everyone else to see. And in most normal circumstances, you’d feel embarrassed. But at the moment, you just felt overwhelmed with love and desire for your amazing, handsome boyfriend Chris. 

 As your fingers carded through his curly locks, bringing his face closer to yours as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, asking for entrance, your eyes shot open. Scanning the entire room, your focus caught on the front door, and the person who was slipping out of it in silence. 

 And there he was, once again.

 Lee Felix. 

 Your once-best friend, 

 Your once long-time neighbor, 

 Your once-classmate for more than ten years. 

He was standing there at the front door, halfway stepping through it. But his body was turned around so that he was staring straight at… you. As you were practically getting groped by your boyfriend in the middle of Angel Waves, as your mouth was getting absolutely devoured by Chris’ lips. 

 And the look he gave you then, as your gazes locked in a shocking bout of tension, left you feeling both furious and confused all at the same time. 

 His eyes studied your form, which was so tangled up with your boyfriend’s at the moment. And even from across the room, you could see the feelings that crossed his coffee-brown irises as he watched you in silence. 

 There was sadness there, 

 And pain, too. 

 But also… 

 An irrevocable amount of… ire too. 

 The heat of jealousy that you found there burned like fire in the back of your throat, making your heart tumble around in your chest and the butterflies to flicker around in a frenzy just inside your stomach. 

 The sight of it all forced an agonizing zap of energy to course through your veins, rising your spine and causing gooseflesh to erupt across your skin. 

 Then, as quickly as you had registered it, it was all gone. 

 And he was leaving out the front door, the bell at the top of the glass jingling in the remaining trace of his departure. 

 There you stood, having to deal with the confusion that bled through your mind and the anxious jumbling that floated around your entire body. 

 And the worst part about it? 

 Was that the entire time, you had never stopped kissing Chris. 

 Never stopped yanking on his locks, allowing Chris to take parts of you in front of everyone else. 

 In front of… him. 

 You had continued to feverishly make out with your boyfriend, all the while your attention had been distracted on Lee Felix, and the way that he had stared at you so wholly and starkly. 

 Almost like, the two of you were playing in a silent battle of the wits. 

 With him, having always disapproved of your relationship with Christopher Bang. 

 And you, having been in love with Chris for the past eight years. 

 In the end, you had chosen your respective sides - what with you dating the love of your life, and Felix sitting on the sidelines, giving you an air of rebuttal as he stared on in barely masked disgust. 

 But you didn’t care what he thought. You weren’t living for him and you didn’t give two shits about any of his opinions. Especially after everything that had happened and from the way that you hadn’t spoken in literal years. 

 Yeah, you definitely didn’t care about what he thought. 

 So why, then, did the look he give you just before he left the restaurant, cause your heart to race so much? 

 Why did it cause a cold sweat to break out across your brow?

 Why did it flood your mind so much, that you could no longer focus on anything else? 

 Like an intoxicating drug, like the most lethal of poisons, he was infecting your entire being. 

 With his changed physique and persona and voice and… everything. 

 But especially, the way that he had glanced at you so sardonically. 

 So darkly. 

 So painfully. 

 So… 

 Sinfully. 

To be continued...

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Pool Table

Pairing: Mob!Boss!Bucky Barnes x Waitress!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Only Names, (Whore & Slut) Oral, (Fem receiving) Praise, and Spitting.

Word Count: 3,640

Summary: Bucky teaches you how to play pool.

A/N: I’ve never played pool before, so I’m sorry if this is wrong. I personally don’t really like this one, but hope you Enjoy!

You just moved a couple of months ago to New York for a new start and no drama. You were a young waitress that worked at a bar and it's been ok since you moved there and they pay good but the only thing you dislike is the horny men.

They will do anything for your attention. But there is one man that doesn't even have to try and that is Bucky Barnes. He's so handsome, his clothes look expensive, he has tattoos down his arm and you can even see his abs, just everything about that man screamed 'Daddy'.

He owns New York so it's no surprise about how expensive he looks. At least 2 times a week he will check in on everyone and you notice how he looks at you and it makes your heart skip a beat. He will sometimes go to the bar, order and drink, and watch you work. It makes you wonder if he's gonna fire you.

You were woken up by your alarm and got ready for your day. You took a shower and skipped breakfast because you weren't hungry. You put on your outfit and headed outside before locking your door. As you walked out you heard someone cat call you. You rolled your eyes and got in your car.

There were a lot of beautiful women everywhere so why you? You weren't anything special. You didn't wear pounds of makeup or spend every last penny to make your breast bigger or ass. You were more happy with what God gave you. You drove humming to your favorite song on the radio.

You shortly arrived at the bar and sighed as you got out 'This is gonna be a long day.' You thought. Today is Thirsty Thursdays which means all the people nearby will come have a drink or two, so the place is gonna be packed.

You walked in and were greeted with your coworker Jamie. "Hey Y/n!" She cheerfully said. "Hey Jamie." You gave her a hug and went to the back to put your stuff up. "Hey there beautiful." Ugh. You groaned at your coworker named Luke . Ever since you moved here he's been flirting with you and you've rejected him a total of 98 times in 3 months.

Yes you've counted.

You've never met someone as desperate as him. "Hi Luke." You annoyingly said. "I was wondering if-" You already knew what he was gonna say "No I'm busy." You walked away and saw the place filling up. You silently cried to yourself as you took out your notebook and went to serve the first table.

There was a man maybe in his late 30s and a young man that looked 19. "Hi, how may I help you?" You asked, putting on a fake smile. "Yeah you can start with sitting on my dick!" The 19 year old boy spoke up. He let out a loud laugh and you just cringed.

"I'm so sorry about my son. He's just a horny teenager." The older man said, "It's fine, but what can I get you?" They told you their orders and you left. "Jamie, they want two shots of the green apple Hennessy." You said going to another table.

That's pretty much how your afternoon went. You took orders and gave them what they wanted. You even got tips from people, your day was going good. Until Bucky walked in. It was like his eyes automatically locked onto your body. He watched as your hips moved side to side from the beat of the music.

Bucky decided to play pool so he walked over and sat his things down. Luke walked up confident he was gonna win "Aye! Mr.Bucks let me play with you!" He was acting like they were all buddy, buddy, but then realized they weren't from Bucky's expression.

"What did you just call me?" He says angrily, making people look over. "S-sorry M-mr.Barnes." Bucky felt like playing against someone so he agreed.

"Hey pretty lady!" A man called from across the bar. You grabbed your notebook and made your way over only to stop in your tracks when you Bucky and Luke were playing pool. You didn't want to be seen by both but there was no escaping so you went over to the man.

"Hi sir, how may I help you?" He told his order and before you could leave you heard Luke calling you. "Hey Y/n baby come here!" You growled when he called you baby. You ignored him and got the drinks for the man. You tried walking away but felt a hand on your wrist pulling you.

"Baby wanna come play with us?" You looked up and made eye contact with Bucky before quickly looking down. It was silent as you didn't answer until Bucky broke the silence "Everyone out Y/n stay." Every man in the room rushed, pushing each other out the door, even Luke left.

You stood there awkwardly waiting for something to happen "I wanna play with you doll." That nickname went straight to your panties. "O-ok but I don't know h-how to play." You warned him. "Good I'll teach you!" He said, smiling big. "Come here."

You slowly walked to him as he put the balls in a triangle shape using a rack. "You know how to hold the cue?" He asked, chuckling at your confused face. "You hold it like this.." He held the cue on his hip and bent down a little so he was at eye level with the ball.

He put the stick between his thumb and pointer finger so the cue was on his thumb. He eyed the target ball, lining up his shot before pushing the cue and hitting the target. Multiple color balls fell in the holes and he smirked.

"You think you can do that?" He asked, handing you the cue. "I'll try." You said going to the target ball. You leaned down a little but got stuck on how to hold the cue. "Do you need a doll?" He whispered in your ear while his hands trailing up your side. "Y-yes."

"Get low." He said slowly pushing you down by the lower part of your back. He bent you over the table and his arms came around to your hands. "You wanna put it between your fingers." He said, guiding the cue between your fingers.

"How do you shoot?" He tested you. "Push it through." You said sliding it in and out. "If you wanna hit the ball fast, slide it hard." He thrusted behind you making you hit the ball and a moan slipped out. You gasped and covered your mouth embarrassed, hoping he didn't hear it.

But he did.

"What was that doll?" He teased me. You could hear the smirk in his voice. "Uh s-sir I need to go w-work, so if you'll e-excuse me." You tried moving the other way but he trapped you. "Why are you running from me Y/n?" He said blocking your exits. "I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching." He said making you blush.

His hand trailed down your face to your throat, squeezing lightly. "Admit it. You want me." You looked at him with innocent eyes. You knew the difference between the truth and lie and saying you didn't want him to bend you over this pool table and rearrange your guts would be the lie.

"I-Uh, Mr.B-barnes we-" He squeezed harder making your hands fly up to his wrist in an attempt to loosen his hold. "Doll, there's no need to call me Mr.Barnes. Call me daddy." When he said that you felt your panties become a waterfall. Your legs got weak and you started sweating. "T-that's not very p-professional."

He glared at you and that made you shiver in fear. "Y/n your being a bad girl and I don't like bad girls." He warned in a deep voice. He his hands went under your thigh, putting you on the pool table. His hands rested on the waistband of your skirt. "Tell me to stop, Tell me you don't want this." He urges you.

But that was a thing. You couldn't tell him to stop. No matter how much your mind protested you wanted this man and the fact he wanted you was a miracle. "I-I do." The moment you said those words he pulled your skirt along with your panties and got on the floor. He was now at eye level with your wet dripping cunt.

"Wow, look at that. A wet cunt dripping all over my pool table. You gonna pay for ruining it?" He asked, running a finger through your folds, admiring. "You look so beautiful doll and I haven't even started." He said making you blush. His mouth inched closer until you could feel the breath breathing on your core. "Beg Me."

Those two words made you wanna delete yourself from existence. There's nothing more embarrassing than begging. You've had past boyfriend but all they did was fuck your and leave. They didn't wait for you to cum. They would just fuck you until THEY came. You've never been satisfied so you having to beg to be fucked is a no.

"N-no." Bucky's eyes turned dark for a second. "No?" His deep voice asked. "Did you just say no to me?" You 're starting to get nervous even though you knew Bucky wouldn't hurt you. "If I recall correctly, you said you wanted me but now all of a sudden it's a 'No'?" He had a point. You wanted him, it's just you didn't want to beg.

"So you can beg me to eat and fuck that pretty little pussy, or I'll leave you right here, right now." You haven't had sex in a while and you craved this man. He already turned you on so there was no way you were gonna let him walk away from you like this.

You put your head down to avoid any eye contact. "P-please." Your voice was just above a whisper. "What was that? Imma need you to speak up, doll." His hand pushed your chin up so you were looking at him in his eyes. "Please e-eat me." Bucky still had a frown on his face and he stood up.

He made his way to the door as you got nervous. You thought he was about to leave so you yelled. "N-no Bucky p-please fuck me. I p-promise I'll be a good g-girl." Bucky stopped in his tracks and smiled. "There we go." He walked back over to you and crouched down.

"Look at her. Begging for release." When Bucky started talking to your pussy it made you clench around nothing. He tested the waters by running a finger down your slit, collecting your juices in his finger.

"Wow, would you look at that?" He brought his finger to his nose and sniffed. "Smells good, let's see if it tastes good." You thought he was gonna like his finger but instead his head lowered down to your core. Your breath hitched as his tongue licked from your slit to your clit

Your hand reached for the edge of the pool table, trying to steady yourself. "Mmm taste as good as you smell." You were blushing hearing him praise your pussy. He used his fingers to spread your fold and licked in between.

It's been a long time since you had any sort of pleasure so this felt extra good. His tongue agonizingly ran slow around your clit causing you to let out a whine.

"G-go faster." You said grabbing Bucky's hair and pushing him further into your core. Bucky snapped back and gave you a death stare. "What was that? It almost sounded like you were demanding me? Did you forget who's in charge?" The way he looked at you and sounded made you even wetter.

"I-I'm sorry it just feels g-good." Bucky ignored your pleads and went back down. His hand circled your clit while his tongue licked your folds. You slowly went down on your elbows, feeling your arms about to give out. His lips attached to your core and he sucked and ran his tongue through your hole.

You tried quieting your whines and moans but it felt good. You felt like a virgin all over again except it wasn't painful. All that went through you was pleasure. "P-please." You didn't even know what you were pleading for but all you knew is that you needed more.

Bucky sat up a little, spreading your folds apart with his fingers and stuck his tongue inside of you. His thumb came up to rub your clit as you moaned loudly. You could feel the stubble of his beard on your inner thigh and his nose bumping your clit. 'Pleases' fall from your lips as you take hold of whatever you feel.

That being Bucky's suit.

And held on for dear life. "You gonna cum?" You heard Bucky ask with the following slurping sounds. "Mmmh." You couldn't say a word but hopefully he understood. His mouth pulled away from your dripping core. "What was that doll?" He was playing with you at that point. You let out a long whine when you felt something inside of you.

You knew that it wasn't Bucky's cock because you could see the bulge through his pants at all times. You looked down and moaned while throwing your head back, clenching at the sight. It was Bucky pumping in and out of you with his fingers inside of your pussy.

Wet noises could be heard from you body. "Listen to that. You're so wet for me. You wanna cum like a whore?" He increased the pace of his fingering and was moving all around. It was like he was searching for something? He let out a satisfied smile when you moaned, pulling the suit.

Even though you ripped his suit a little and made a button pop off he wasn't mad. He was mainly happy because HE was making you feel like you were in heaven with just his finger. He was proud. "B-Bu-" You couldn't even say his name because he was attacking your G-spot. You've never been able to reach it using toys, your fingers, dildos, and even a hair brush, nothing works. Except Bucky.

"Go on. Cum for me. Come undone on this pool table." Your body shook as your hands turned red and white from holding onto his suit. This wasn't very professional of you. You didn't need to give him a warning because a loud moan came out of your mouth as you cummed.

Bucky had to hold you down by your thighs because your back was arched, lifting you off the table.

"Good girl, good girl." He mumbled as he slowly pumped in and out of your cunt. Slight wet noises could still be heard as he slowed down. Pulling his finger out he could see a little gaping hole from his fingers. Bucky quickly pulled out his phone and took a picture of your cunt. You heard the flash noise and just protested with a mumble saying No.

You didn't have the energy so stop him as you laid there breathing heavily. "T-Thank y-you." You thought he was done and that he would leave. "Oh doll. You didn't think I was done did you?" He laughed before getting up and your level.

"W-what?" You looked in his eyes with a confused and fearful look on, while he smiled. "You really think I'm just gonna taste your cunt and finger you till you cum, and not fuck you?" He shook his head 'No' while undoing his suit pants. "Such a selfish girl only thinking about yourself, what about me?"

You attempted to crawl back but was stopped when he grabbed your ankles. "This isn't cat and mouse baby, I'm not gonna chase you." He put your legs over his shoulder and rubbed the tip of his cock near your entrance, collecting your juices. "We're gonna do colors. What's the color?"

"Green." He pushed his cock inside you causing you to make a sort of uncomfortable sound while he groaned at your thighness. "Shit, why are you so tight?" Bucky expected you to be tight but not this tight. "B-been way too l-long." Bucky almost didn't believe that someone as pretty as you haven't gotten fucked.

"Don't worry, I'll break the streak and might even break your back." You let out a gasp as he said those words, but quickly turned into a moan when he thrusted slowly. The thrust was slow but reached deep. Every time his thighs connected to your ass you moaned and shifted up a little.

"So tight." His pace was steady. He didn't want to rush into things just yet. "F-faster?" Your hands reached down to his thighs and pulled them towards you. "You want me to go faster?" It almost sounded like he was unsure of your request. "Yeah." He shook his head slowly before snapping fast.

He put one let down and the other up his shoulder before thrusting. Every thrusted caused your thigh to jiggle and you moan. Skin clapping and was heard as well as your whines. His pace was fast and it seemed like he wasn't gonna stop nor slow down anytime soon. "Do you like this?" Bucky asked, leaning down so he was hovering over yours.

He reached deeper, the further he laid down and it made your eyes cross. You could feel drool coming out the sides of his mouth. You felt his finger rub on your lips and smear your spit all over you, following up with his spit. "Such a dirty whore, getting spit on." Babbles and mumbled words were coming out of your mouth without even knowing.

He was reaching so deep, that you could feel the tip of his cock on your g-spot as much as you wanted him to hit it, you didn't want this to end. His hand went down and rubbed your clit making you cry out. "Bucky!" You didn't mean to yell but it just all felt good.

"You wanna cum?" He could feel the way you clenched around him. You nodded your head fast, but all you got was a slap. "Don't act dumb, use your words." His speed increased faster and his balls slapped against your ass and you could feel the pool table shaking and other balls moving in different directions.

"P-please! I wanna c-cum!" He hummed in satisfaction and leaned down once more and took your right nipple in his mouth while using his hand to play with the other. He was so close that you could feel his hips rub against your clit making you feel like you were in heaven.

Grunts realized from his mouth as he thrusted harder. The pool table was moving from its original spot while you were knocking balls through the holes without even knowing. "Cum for me, cum for me Y/n." Your stomach tightened as you felt your release coming.

"Come on Y/n, cum in your boss's cock like the slut you are." That was it. His dirty talk line could make you cum. You let out a loud moan and came. Your body was shaking especially your legs and Bucky had to hold you down. "Good girl." He muttered.

All it took was for one thing: he would be over. You wanted to help him so you reached over and cupped his balls, squeezing them a little. To your surprise a moan came out his mouth making him blush. You didn't care that he moaned. It was the fact YOU made him moan.

"Do that again doll." You reached down and you felt how his balls swung at your hand fast before gripping them and squeezing them. "Come on Bucky, cum in me." To your surprise Bucky leaned down and kissed you. He stilled as he emptied in you.

His cum was dripping out of you as he pulled back. "Fuck." He pulled out and watched as his cut dripped on the table and the floor. He ran a finger and scooped some of your juices before bringing it to his mouth. "Taste so good." His mouth went down and sucked on your clit before his phone rang. He looked at it and groaned when he saw it was his best friend.

He pushed a finger inside of you and slowly pumped it in and out before answering the call. "What is it Steve?" Your hand covered your mouth as whimpers fell from them. "Fine, I'll be down there." Bucky hung up and pulled his finger out. "Have a taste doll." You opened your mouth a little and he shoved his finger down your throat.

"I have to get a doll, but tomorrow, we'll play pool again." He picked up his pants from off the floor and put them in. He saw his suit and how it was ripped. "You ripped my suit." He made a sad voice. You did feel bad, but it was all too good. "S-sorry." You looked down. "Aw it's fine, as long as you do it because of ME, I'm not complaining."

He picked your panties off the floor before putting them in his pocket and helping you put your shirt back on. He walked you out slowly since your legs felt like jelly and got looks from Luke.

"Tomorrow doll." Was the last thing he said before walking out, leaving you a flushed, weak mess.

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[offbrandkyoya]

31 date night

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Time really seemed to hate you. Just this class and you’ll be able to see Scaramouche. You wrote in your notebook what was written on the chalkboard, then you’d glance at the clock. Your knee jumped up and down. You were literally sweating, biting your bottom lip. You swore your classmates thought you were high or something.

Finally, the bell rang, and you are so quick to leave. Almost tripping in the halls, you ran to your apartment complex, threw your stuff on the ground, and headed straight to your room. You checked yourself out in your mirror. “I hope he thinks I look good..” You mumbled, cheeks flushed. “Oh, right!” You kneeled to your drawer and shuffled inside to find a small bag with a cute purple ribbon that closed it. You gently placed it inside your purse and ran once more out to the cafe across your place.

Once reaching your destination, you stopped to catch your breath, and then sat at a table outside near the window. You placed your purse around the chair and composed yourself. A waitress came out and walked up to you with a polite smile. “Will it just be you today?” She asked. You shook your head. “No, someone will be here soon.” “Would you like some water while you wait to order?” “Yes, please.” “Alright.” You waved at her. “Thank you so much.” She beamed and nodded while she headed inside.

You took out your phone to see if Scaramouche texted you. You frowned when you saw nothing. You didn’t want to seem annoying so you put your phone back in your bag. The lady came out once more with a glass of water. “Here you go.” “Thanks.” She went inside once more to tend to another customer. You sighed and drank to calm your nerves. You rested your chin on your hand and watched the people entering stores, leaving homes, walking down the streets. You let another sigh as you felt a bit lonely.

You took another sip until you noticed a figure heading your direction. He looked pretty scary as he wore shades, a black mask, a black hat, and a black hoodie. It was even oversized and he wore ripped jeans. He stopped in front of you, huffing. You were kinda scared since why is a dude, wearing all black, standing in front of you? Were you about to get mugged right now?! You couldn’t help but scoot your chair back. “C-Can I help you?” You mustered out.

He was stunned which made you confused. “I’m not a stranger.” ‘Wait, I know that voice…’ You gasped, “Scara-“ His eyes widen and you instantly covered your mouth. “S-Sorry.” He sighed before sitting across from you. “I didn’t recognize you.” You whispered, putting your hands down. “I can’t get noticed. Fans are crazy.” You giggled. “Oh, are you ready to order?” The same lady walked up to you. You nodded, “I would like an ice caramel coffee!” “Got it. And you sir?” Scaramouche shifted awkwardly. “M-My friend would like… black coffee?” He nods. “Yes! Black coffee!” You repeated with confidence. The lady giggled. “Alright. I’ll be back.” She leaves and you both let out a huge sigh.

“Black coffee?” You raised a brow. “W-What?” “It makes you suspicious.” “Ugh, shut up!” You laugh. “I didn’t know you like caramel.” “It’s good!” Scaramouche scratched his cheek. “I don’t really like sweets.” “Booo.” You pouted. “But I’m so sweet and always filled with sugar!” Scaramouche was silent for a moment before looking away. “I guess you’re an exception.” You blushed. “I’m back!” The lady interrupts the moment, placing your drinks down. “Enjoy!” She heads inside. You grab the straw, placed it in its cup, and began to take sips.

Scaramouche looked at you weirdly. “Aren’t you gonna mix the sugar in?” “That’s to much work.” “What the fuck?” You laughed and he put down his mask to drink. “I feel like I’m on a date with a pop star.” He choked. “Cause you are.” “Yeah, but you look like you’re from a gang.” “That contradicts what you just said.” You took another sip before handing it to Scaramouche. “Try mine and I’ll try yours.” He was hesitate but shoved his drink towards. You both drank at the same time and cringed. “Too sugary.” “Too bitter!” You handed back each others beverage. “You really like that stuff?” You say at the same time then laugh.

“It tastes like your soul.” You say and Scaramouche rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” Suddenly, Scaramouche lifted his mask up, leaving you a bit confused. “What’s wrong?” You ask in a whisper as he shrunk in his seat. “Fans.” You turned behind you and there were two girls, clearly wearing Kazuha and Xiao merch. One of them spotted you and headed straight toward as you. You groaned, “Oh great.” You stood up, covering Scaramouche. “We saw your picture.” She said, scanning you up and down. “You really do look hideous in person.” “Right, well, I’m not the one wearing a shirt of my friends face. Which, by the way, they actually don’t like seeing that in public but of course, you guys never respect their wishes.” She growled then took out her phone, snapped a picture of you, then ran back to her friend. “What a weirdo.” You say as you sit back down.

Scaramouche sat back up once the girls were gone. “The hells her problem?” “It’s whatever.” You shrug and drink. Scaramouche looked at you worriedly but you seemed fine. “Let’s go somewhere fun!” You say while standing up. “Fun?” You grabbed his arm, pulling him up. “Yes, fun! Don’t be a party pooper!” You placed a tip and money to pay for the drinks and pulled Scaramouche along with you to who knows where.

“Do you even know where to go?” He asked you in which you responded with a shrug. He rolled your eyes at your stupidity but let you drag him around. “Let’s go-“ “Wait!” Scaramouche pulled you in front of him to hide. Instead of asking, you scanned around and there were a line of girls heading to the cafe you guys were just at. You guys were at a good distance so they wouldn’t be able to notice you. You watched them carefully before grabbing Scaramouches hand and running to the public library. The two of you stop to take a breather at the inside entrance.

“That was a close one.” You say before walking up the stairs. He follows you like a lost dog. “Where are you going?” “We’re at a library, we might as well read.” You grabbed a random book from the shelf and sat at a nearby table. Scaramouche sat across from you but you only glared at him. He was startled by this until he noticed you pointing at the book you’re reading. He got the message and groaned as he got up, grabbed a book, and sat back down.

Scaramouche wasn’t really paying attention to what he was reading. He read the first page and was already bored. He glanced up at you and was surprised to see you were actually reading. You seemed into it. Your face was concentrated on whatever scene you were on. Scaramouche found that cute. He blushed and looked back down at his book.

He thought this was gonna be boring but something about you being here made it all comfortable. He still found the book boring but read it either way. You guys sat their reading for a while. He would yawn and wipe his eyes from exhaustion. You closed your book and stood up. “I think that’s enough down time.” You whispered, placing the book back where it belongs. Scaramocuhe did the same and followed you down the stairs. You guys were gonna leave until you gasped. “They have bean bags!” You tried not to shout. Grabbing his hand, you headed towards the kids corner and sat on the bean bags.

You were giggling as Scaramouche felt a bit squished. His face was hot, “We don’t fit.” “So?” You wrapped your arms around his body and he grew stiff. “Should we really do this?” “You don’t want to?” Scaramouche didn’t say anything. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around you, hiding his face in your hair. You grinned with pink cheeks. You were like this for a moment before getting up so you wouldn’t get in trouble. Once you exited, he asked, “Where to next?” You hummed, “Wanna eat something?” “Uh, sure.” You both walked to the nearest fast food and you ordered for the both of you.

You sat across from one another, waiting for your food. Scaramouche took his phone and read text messages received from the manager. He sighed and returned his phone back into his pocket. “What’s wrong?” You asked but he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He leaned back. “Alright.” A man came with your orders. “Enjoy.” And he walked away. You both began to eat and you giggled once you saw Scaramouche’s face. “What?” “You look like a chipmunk.” His face grew red but scoffed. “Shut up. You look like a squirrel.” You gasped, “I’m saying your cute! Asshole!” He stuck his tongue out while you kicked his leg.

Still, you both laughed at your childishness and continued eating. Scaramouche paid for the meal and you headed out once again. “The suns going down.” You say as you walked to your apartment. “Yeah.” He looked up. It was very beautiful. Scaramouche then looked at you. “Yn,” You turned to him. “Hm?” “Uh…” He rubbed his neck. “Sorry.” “For what?” You stopped walking and he did too. “For showing up like this. You must’ve been uncomfortable.” You chuckled and hit his arm. “Relax, Scara. I dont mind. I like you the way you are.”

He blushed. You smiled at his silliness and carefully took down his mask. “Yn-“ You kissed his cheek before pulling it back up. “I had a fun time.” He began to stutter before you started to walk ahead. “W-Wait!” He held your hand to stop you. Scaramouche pulled his mask down once more and leaned to your face, kissing your cheek. You let out a small gasp once he did it. Scaramouche pulled away, his face incredibly red. Redder than yours.

He cleared his throat and looked away, clearly embarrassed. You couldn’t help but smile and held his hand. “Do you… want to be my boyfriend?” He didn’t like at you for a while since he felt like he was gonna die from heat. His eyes glanced at you and then turned his head towards you. “Yeah..” He croaked while nodding. “Uh, but, is it okay if we take it slow?” He asked quietly. You can tell he was nervous about this. This was probably his first relationship ever.

You smile softly, squeezing his hand. “Of course.” You noticed a few tears form his eyes. “Okay.” He mumbled. “I should go.” You say, sadly. Scaramouche frowned but he had to go as well. “See you.” He pulled back his mask but didn’t move. You tilted your head. “Scara?” He was still red but wouldn’t answer your confusion. It took you a moment but you realized what he wanted. You kissed his cheek once more. “Bye.” You waved before heading back. Scaramouche felt like he was gonna explode but he was so happy. Suddenly, you abruptly stopped walking, and ran back towards him. “I almost forgot!”

You opened your bag and shuffled inside. You took out the bag and handed it to him, a little shy. “I got you something.” Scaramouche stared at the gift in surprise before he opened it up. Carefully, he pulled the ribbon off, peeked inside, and lets out a small gasp. You looked down flustered. “I wanted to get you something after what happened to make you feel better.” You scratched your cheek. “I hope it isn’t a waste of money.” “No.” You looked back at him.

Scaramouche holds the ring on the palm of his hand. “I like it.” Even with the mask, you can tell the bright smile he had on and you couldn’t help but feel tears come to you. “I’m glad.” Scaramouche held it close to his chest. “I have to go. Thank you for this day.” You giggled. “So cheesy.” His cheeks flushed red. “Ugh, shut up.” You smiled warmly and headed back towards your apartment. Scaramouche stayed for a while to make sure you got in safely then began his walk home.

Once entering your room, you slid down the door, hands holding your face. “Wow… I have a boyfriend.” You giggled like a school girl as you ran to your room in lala land.

- guys deadass i feel like I already posted parts of this but in reality I never did 😵

- like ISTG THESE THINGS R FINSIHED AND WHEN I THIBK I POSTED THEM AND GO TO DO THE NEXT PART…

- ITS STILK IN THE DRAFTS?!!??

- it’s like I convince myself I posted it when in reality I’m stupid and didn’t 😭😭

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Non sexual dominance with softdom!Jason? 🤤

"I ordered you a smoothie," he murmured, pulling you close against his side.

"Thanks Jay," you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder as his arms come around to pin you in place. To anyone else, this is a sweet little cuddly moment, but really he's being a buffer. Giving you time to adjust to being in close quarters with so many people. "Can I have-"

"And a water," he added, kissing your head. "Can't have you getting a headache." Truthfully, he's more worried about the frequency of your stomach aches. And he ordered a smoothie hoping to be able to get something with nutritional value in your body.

"You're the best," you hum, smudging a kiss against his jaw, sitting up slightly when the waitress comes to set down drinks.

Jason notices the way you wince when she pauses to take food orders and slides your smoothie infront of you, telling you to drink. "I'll have a buffalo chicken wrap," he said, "And I think she'll have a quesadilla, extra pico and no beans."

"Jesus Jason," Stephanie snorted, "Do you just have all her orders memorized?"

"For the most part," he said shrugging, resting a hand on your thigh, maintaining physical contact with you. Tracing nonsense patterns on the skin left exposed by a convenient tear.

"It makes my life less complicated," you chirp.

"But what if you don't want a quesadilla?" Steph asked, "Like don't you ever try other stuff?"

"Ugh. Why?" you huff, "We only eat like 4 places when we're all together and why order something that I probably won't like?"

"Fair enough," she snorted, watching you tuck yourself back against his side, retreating when someone rushed past the table. And Jason tightened his grip, just slightly. "Young love," she teased.

Jason rolled his eyes and moved your smoothie closer to you. You were doing pretty well. All things considered. It had been a long week. A visit to Black Gate on Monday had left you feeling out of sorts- left you emotional and particularly receptive to other people's feelings. And not even his usual tricks to distract you had successfully mitigated anything. But today, the sun is shining. And after lunch, the pack of you are going to head to the boardwalk.

"Are you gonna cut it up for her too?" Dick teased, when the waitress set plates down.

"Fuck you," you shoot back cheerfully, picking up one of the tortilla triangles to take a bite.

"Yeah," Jason added, "She's a strong independent woman who can kick my ass- it's self-preservation, really."

And when you grin at him, he leans down and kisses your forehead.

"It's like that one time-"

"I don't remember that and neither do you, babe," he said, face heating.

-------

Out on the sidewalk, he shifts himself to be between you and the traffic, dropping his jacket around your shoulders and zipping it up for you before taking your hand.

"Jay-"

"I don't want you getting sick, Princess," he murmured. "You're tired and all those tummy aches have me worried." He stopped in front of the car and cradled your cheek in his hand, "Humor me?"

"Jaybird, I'm okay I'm just... sad."

"I know," he said softly, kissing your forehead. "And I feel bad that I wasn't there- I can't make all of it go away. But I can at least make sure my princess is safe and taken care of now."

When you look up at him, all big doe eyes and the little smile you only give to him, he kisses your nose before leading you to the passenger side of his jeep and opening the door. Offering you a hand up into the seat before buckling your seat belt.

"I can do it," you laugh, stealing a kiss, "I'm not-"

"Helpless? Oh I know- I've walked away from training with the shiner to prove it," he chuckled, kissing you again. "I just like knowing that if anyone else tried to do this stuff for you, you'd hate it- but when I do it, you get all wet and subby for me."

"Rude," you murmur.

"Careful, Princess," he rumbled, double-checking your seat belt, "Don't think I won't put you in time out again."

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #anon ask #anon answered #softdom!Jason #Minors dni

[forestlv4r]

Waitress pt.2 matt x fem!reader

warnings: cigarette use, mentions of abuse, running away from home, kidnapping, blood, swearing, mentions of cheating basically its graphic

Sam yaps: i'm so sorry this took so long to publish i could not think of a plot to save my life. also yall are gonna HATE y/n in this part (maybe)

Read pt.1 here

As Chris drives me and nick back home, i cant help but silently cry, this was all my fault, matt going to jail was all because of my stupid self. How could i let this happen, I'm so fucking stupid god.

"y/n"

"y/n hello??" i hear nick calling out to me, ugh I'm in no mood to talk.

"yeah sorry what happened" i speak, my voice lower than a whisper.

"me and Chris need to go to the store to get some stuff, but we're dropping you off home first to be alone for a while" great. "and you're quite frankly in no mood to go to the store right now" he continues.

oh thank god they don't want to bring me with them.

"yeah that's fine." i say dryly turning back to face the window. i hear nick take in a deep sigh, knowing my situation he backed off a bit from talking to me.

-

What felt like hours of a car ride, when really it was a 15 minute drive. we finally made it home.

"whos car is that in the drive way?" chris asks looking over at nick whos peaking over the console to see the car.

"probably the bitch ass neighbors again, i keep telling them not to fucking park here" he says going back to his seat with a big huff.

I look over the empty passengers seat to see the car. fuck. that's not the neighbors car. fuck.fuck.fuck

"Guys i'm actually fine with coming with you" i say looking over at nick trying to hide the worry in my face.

"no, y/n you're not coming you'd literally break down and pass out in the grocery store, its already almost 2am go and rest." he says looking at me with concern

"no seriously i can come i swear" i speak grabbing the seat and squeezing it so i dont break down right here right now.

"fuck y/n no! go inside now why cant you just fucking listen!" nick screams at me with anger and rage filled in his eyes. he looked like he was on the brink of tears.

I take my bag holding back the tears forming in my eyes, as i open the door and slam it. fuck it if i die im dying like this. by my uncle.

"dont you think that was a bit harsh nick?" chris asks nick while pulling out from the driveway

"fuck i know..but she has to know that yeah sure her boyfriend went to jail, but our brother did too its not all about her" he scoffs, and goes back to using his phone.

-

fuck me. fuck me. fuck me. maybe i should just go on a walk till they come back, why the fuck is my uncles car out here, what does he want from me. do i call the police? do i face him? what the fuck should i do.

i take a deep sigh, clutching my bag to my chest, making my way over to the door. fuck, its unlocked already. nick and chris never leave it unlocked. hes inside.

i slowly open the door to the house peaking my head inside to my view of the living room, no one is there. i fully walk inside to see my uncle leaning on the dining table with a cigarette between his fingers, and my DAD!?!?!?

FUCK WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?!?

I lock eyes with my dad, my hands start to shake and my head is profusely sweating. my forehead feels hot, the tears in my eyes are starting to pour from anger, fear, and whatever the fuck as been happening today. god please strike me now im begging you.

"long time no see y/n." my dad says, taking his hands out his pockets and starts to walk over to me.

my relationship with my dad has never been good, ever since i was very little he would always put his hands on me, my siblings, and my mother, he would always pick a fight and bring random women into the house even while my mom was there, she was manipulated by him to stay. so when i told her my plan to runaway at 16 after all my siblings moved out at 18 she refused, she knew he would find her if she left but she told me to go and never turn back. thats when matt saw me on the side of the Boston streets, cold, and homeless. the rest is basically like the fairytales. until today.

"so why did i get a call that you quit your job today y/n?" he says putting a hand on my shoulder.

"dont fucking touch me." i slap his hand away and manage to say in between sobs.

"woah now, dont hit your dear father y/n." my uncle chimes in to stand next to my dad. im backed up against the door, no way to leave at all. and no one to call.

"guess we'll have to take her and teach her manners all over again right?" my dad chuckles looking over to my uncle.

my heart drops.

"you guys arent taking no where!" i scream, grabbing the vase next to me and smashing it on my dads head. he falls down to the ground giving me a chance to escape and attempt to run upstairs. but my uncle pulls me over from my wrist, punching my face knocking me out.

"that little bitch' my dad speaks, getting up and putting his hand behind his bleeding head, kicking the broken glass with his feet so he can walk out the door.

"take that bitch to the trunk of the car" he orders my uncle that has me picked up on his shoulders.

as my uncle walks to the door my nose bleeds out drop by drop on to the floor.

-

"chris can you fucking drive faster i want to go home already." nick scoffs at chris's slow driving.

"nick can you shut the fuck up, we're almost home jesus." chris comments as he enters their neighborhood and pulls into the drive way.

"why the fuck is our house door open. and where's the car that was here?" chris says, confused and worried.

"what, what do you mean our house door is ope- the fuck." nick says opening his door and walking out towards the front door following a trail of blood drops, while chris walks up behind him catching up.

As nick sees the broken glass and blood on the floor he freezes.

"Y/N?"

"Y/N ARE YOU THERE" nick calls out to you.

"CHRIS CALL THE FUCKING POLICE NOW" nick screams.

sam yaps more: HASHSHSHAGAG i left yall on a cliffhanger AGAIN😛😛 pt.3 will come out in three years (jk probably this friday)

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[can-ya-guess-my-curent-obsession]

Hiya! If your still doing requests Could you do Murdoc x Fem girly reader headcannons

Reader is the complete opposite of Murdoc she is sweet to everyone, wears dresses likes pastel colours stuff like that. If that’s okay with you <3

Murdoc x Very fem pastel F! S/O

WRITERS NOTE: Hi! I honestly really like this request, I personally find any pastel style to be realy cool! But I do apologize I'm not good at gendered things- but I will try my very best! I hope you like the hc and that you have a wonderful day!

[ANOTHER NOTE: This is late again, life threw a wrench in my posting schedule again. Anyways have a lovely day, sorry for the delay!]

Edited: Nope

All art in this post is mine

TW: Curssing, Murdoc drinking, Murdocs childhood, Murdoc being a grouch, implied abuse?, spoilers for cracker Island, jealousy, insecurity, probably more but can't figure it right now- so just tell me any out standing ones I missed.

(Side thing: Murdocs shity behavior is not ok, it's toxic, I am not trying to indorse the shit he does!)

Characters:

/Gorillaz/

Murdoc(yay better murdoc drawing)

How???

Sorry HuH???

Just how???

You are the embodiment of a kind person... and Murdocs..... a satanic piece of shit gremlin with anger issues

So to say everyone- including Murdoc himself was quite surprised

The band won't let him live down the fact you two are so different

They tease him a lot, but other then that that band absolutely adores S/O

2D has straight up asked you why would you 'date 'an asshole like Murdoc', it was very blut though there was no ill will behind it

Murdoc will Call you the normal nick names such a 'dove, babe, love, ect..' but he will most likly call you a bit more sweet things- in private obviously, but this often happens if he's ih a more sensitive state-

Whether that be when he's drunk, high, hung over, ect... he'll just tend to be a bit loving- his voice is almost tender

And he'll use pet names like 'babydoll, sugar, cutie, my star, sweetie, the occasional babycake's', but Murdoc could use those in a very teasing way too if S/O is the kind of person who tends to get flustered

"*hic* ya'know, I'ma start... *hic* call'en ya cavity..." Murdoc said sluring his words

"What, why?"

"*drunken giggle* Cuz' yer so cute *hic* dat'cha rot my teeth... heh.."

S/O looks so different when standing next to Murdoc that some people find it concerning

When out in public with each other at night(ie. Murdoc draged you to a bar with him), there has been at least one case of someone coming up to you in concern for S/O's wellbeing, thinking Murdoc was some creep following S/O, or the every so often waitress or waitor asking if you are ok, when you and Mudz are out on a date

Murdoc gets really pissed when this happens, so S/O will have to call him down

With pastel and bright clothes you gonna want to not leave them around Murdocs room/Winnebago because that shit will be stained to high hell(even if you need a black light to see the stains), and those stains will never come out, so be reaaally careful

He doesn't really understand why you like pastel & bright clothes or makeup- but he definitely thinks you look good in it so he won't complain- as long as you don't try and put any of that on him(at least in public)-

Listen hun, Murdoc has a reputation to uphold!- Murdoc would often repeat variants of that

"SSSZZ-SSTOOWWWPPHhhu- *hmph* I have a reputation- and YOU-" Murdocs points an accusatory finger at S/O "-Fuck'in... leav'en damn stupid... neon fuk'en PINK lipstick marks.. on MY damn FACE... BEFORE A DAMN SHOW..isn't help'in..."

"Why'dya got'a go'in be so damn cute... yer stupid 'KinDNeSs' making me look... ugh nice..."

S/O when their in the later phases and later in the relationship- S/O definitely made Murdoc more nice but only really around S/O- don't get me wrong when S/O's gone Mudz still a complete ass

But he tends to be more chilled out, Murdy once he got close to S/O, he really wanted her to like him- but this isn't uncommon with Murdoc getting scared his shitty behavior is gonna scare a person he genuinely cares about away

He's in complete denial about going any for of soft, and he just ends up acting like a piss baby-

"Wha'dya mean I'm go'in soft!?!" Murdoc said pulling away from S/O

"Babe. You're wearing the *insert random pastel themed character* shirt I got you..."

"...I-...I had nut'en else to wear.." Murdoc tutned away with a huff

"You walk around shirtless and in your underwear all the time- what changed?"

"...ShutUp-!..."

Or

"..Damn face ache..." Mudz slammed the door with a a groan, clearly agitated

"You ok dear?"

Murdoc turned to you and pouted like a bitter old man "Face Ache said I was going soft!!! Can ya believe that fuck'en nob!"

He's overall very bitter and sour about going soft, so don't tease him to much unless you want his grumpy-ness to turn into full blown anger

Murdoc like to send S/O pictures of things that remind him of her/her style

This is most often pictures of clothes, but it can maybe be a pic of a stuffy or somthing, these items are often pointed out by Noodle or even 2D

But when 2D talks about/points out things that remained him of S/O Mudz will most likely get jealous... and I think we can geuss how it usually goes from there..

Speaking of jealousy

Due to how nice and kind of a person S/O is to everyone, and how insecure Murdoc can be- he can get jealous pretty easy depending on the situation

And no it's not a 'ohh ahh, he's protective and loving' jealousy- no he's an insecure angry goblin man- only getting petty and aggressive, just sit him down and have a talk, he just needs some reassurance

To add to S/O dressing up Murdy. Murdoc refuses to match outfits, he refuses to let you do his makeup... or take pictures of it to show it to people at least..

Like my last statement implies Murdoc has let her do his makeup before, S/O just can't take pictures to show it around to people- tho this doesn't mean you can't take pictures at all

Because you can and you do, S/O has so many pictures of Murdoc in a skirt, or a full face of makeup, etc... and there all adorable even if Murdoc is pissed in all of them

Murdoc refuses to match your style or do any of the dressing up thing in public, or let any of it go out into public. He is stubborn and this is a big boundary for him, so please respect this.

This doesn't just apply to appearances, but just his stuff in general, so no cute neon stickers on things, or cutesy decorations without his permission. Murdoc stands firm on his decision so don't push to much he will get really agitated, and it might lead to a fight- like I said his stubbornness is off the chart.

Murdoc teases S/O quite a bit especially at the beginning of the relationship, and especially if its in earlier phases-

It's how he copes with nice people, Murdy isn't use to people being nice

Murdoc grew up with assholes, he was raised to be an asshole, and he was raised in a way to basically see kindness to be a form of weakness.

So him being shown kindness from this goddess, in response he freaks out a bit and just get really teasy out of defense at first

And knowing him, he might say some upseting things. So S/O has to walk very carefully around early phase Mudz or just a bit early in the relationship

Murdocs sweetheart of a girlfriend is gonna have to break down some walls, and honestly this applys to all and any relationship with Mudz- theres always a few walls to get through

But with any initial kindness there will be some extra defense put up by Murdoc

(I wanna talk about phaze 7 Mudz specifically for a second, so like spoiler warning I guess? )

Murdoc is firm on the fact what he is wearing isn't a dress- we all know what I'm referring to!

That thing he wears in the Cracker Island music video.

He referres to it by whatever it's actually name is(again I don't know, I'll edit it when I figure it out) or he calls them PJ's. He has referred to it dress like but never a girly dress like somthing S/O would wear- and he gets pissy if anyone goes around calling it that. Though in the passed Murdoc has probably worn a dress before.

(Ok weird tangent over, back to just general Murdoc)

Despite hating it when S/O does his makeup or dressing him up- Murdoc does love picking her clothes out and has more then once done S/O's makeup- and he isn't the greatest at first but he does eventually learn how to apply eyeliner without impaling your eyes

Murdoc while is proud of his work- will not stop laughing at how she looks after he's done S/O's makeup

Murdoc 100% underestimates S/O, he thinks S/O is one of the most pure things ever and he wants to mess that up ;)

JK- I'm just joking... particularly...

Anyway!-

He just kinda sees S/O as a bit of a childish innocent person who's oblivious to the world- like how else could you be so happy?

If S/O really is that innocent than good luck, becuase that sure as hell isn't gonna 100% last if she wants to stay with this Satanist

But if you arn't as innocent well then it's quite a pleasant surprise to Murdoc

It's up to you to determine how you want Murdoc to figure out S/O's lack of innocence but here are some examples

1. Murdoc used a horribly raunchy and crapy pickup line on S/O and she retorted back with her own, this left Murdoc flustered and stunned before he played it off pretty well. Mudz jokes about this later on because he finds this situation funny

2. Murdoc whilst pissed said some unsavory things, and S/O responds in a way that shows she understood what he just said, and Murdoc depending on how bad what he said was would either laugh it off or he would immediately choke on his own spit, then awkwardly defend himself

3. Very similar 1 but Murdoc made a dirty or just inappropriate joke and S/O expressed they understood and Murdoc would just burst out laughing

Just a few ideas- but it's up to you

But once Murdy finds out, him being the dirty little man he is- he's gonna tease you about it. Mudz sometimes mockingly treats you like a kid- with all good intentions of course

Either way innocent or not S/O is just as appealing- just in different ways

"Dove... your cuteness juz made me throw up'en my mouth.."

#gorillaz x reader #murdoc x reader #murdoc niccals #murdoc niccals x reader

[nothere2010-blog]

vacation belly by Natatat fantasyfeeder

Tony had been on "vacation" for about three months. Within that time judging from Instagram he did the same things he did here. Under the pretense of being on "vacation" he did them in even greater excess. Phrases like "go big or go home" and "why not" and "I'm on vacation I'm supposed to relax" became his everyday refrains.

I was jet lagged and starving when I finally saw my friend Lucy waiting for me in the airport to pick me up. We grabbed my stuff and headed to her car. She shoved my stuff in the back.

"So how was your trip?" She asked looking over at me and smiling as I struggled with my seat belt.

"It was awesome! I'm just starving and tired. Can we please go get food?" I finally got the seatbelt on and relaxed.

"Sure. Let's get some food in that belly." She laughed after lightly patting my belly.

She drove to the nearest place which just happened to be Denny's. Good thing too because it was now 11am and I still hadn't had breakfast yet well aside from the three meals I had on the plan because the stewardess gave me three when I told her how hungry I was. Plus a few extra desserts. But that was still like three hours ago.

"Oh my god this all looks amazing!" I was practically drooling.

"Well do you need a minute to choose?" The waitress laughed.

"Honestly I'm so hungry, I want everything on the menu." I could hear my stomach growling.

"I like a guy with a healthy appetite," she laughed. "Let me know what you decide on." With that she sashayed away. She was one hot waitress.

"So did you order?" Lucy came back just in time to catch me watching the sexy waitress walk away.

"What?no I can't decide. I just want to eat. And I want all the food."

"Why don't you just keep eating till you are full. Doesn't your brother typically pay for your stuff anyway?" Lucy said glancing at the menu.

"Yeah but I don't know what to start with." My brain was cloudy due to my stomach and slight erection from that waitress.

"Fine I will order for you." Lucy picked up the menu and called over the waitress.

"Did you two decide yet?" She asked.

"Yeah he will have the grand slam and a large chocolate shake. Can you handle that? That way you get to basically eat all the breakfast menu." Lucy smiles wickedly at me.

"I'm sure he can handle it." The waitress smiled as she headed back to the kitchen.

"I think she likes you." Lucy giggled. "I think she likes your pudge." She poked my belly.

"What pudge?" I was annoyed that she had interrupted my day dream about eating off that waitresses ass and tits.

"Aww that's so cute, you are in denial, haha." She poked me again and pinched me. "This pudge."

"It's not pudge, it's average." I said and crossed my arms over my middle and sucked in.

"Whatever you say, here she is with the food." Lucy smiled.

"Here you go sweetie, enjoy."

"Thank you." I gave her my best "Sexy pickup face" and she blushed.

"No problem." She really was smoking.

"If you are going to stare at least be subtle. Also I think your pants are getting a little tight there. You might want to cut back after this." Lucy poked me in the side and laughed.

"They are only tight cause I'm hard and cause I bought the wrong size." I said through a mouthful of pancakes. "Besides why do you care?"

"Oh my god seriously, you are so easy to turn on. That's really entertaining." She grinned at me. I tried to ignore her and focus on my daydream. I imaged eating all of this off that waitress's naked body, licking the syrup off her perfect tits while she fed me and stroked my cock and rubbed my belly telling me how much she likes a man with a healthy appetite.

"Wow finished already! You really are greedy aren't you?" Lucy laughed.

"Urrp, urrrrrrrpppppp, urrrpppp. I guess." I felt kinda drunk with food but still kinda hungry. My pants were digging in now. "Urrrrrrrrpppppppp, urrrrrrrrrrrrrp, ugh, urrrrrp. There now I have a little more room." I pushed my fist into my belly to release some more gas to make some more room. "Urrrrrp,urrrrp, urrrrrp."

"Did you guys want anything else?" The waitress was eyeing my food baby beginning to peak out over my jeans.

"Yeah can I get three orders of pancakes: one with Nutella, another with banana and chocolate chip, another with uh i don't you choose. And then an omelet with everything in it. And then a coke and a cookies and cream shake and some fries actually make it two orders of fries." I said not even believing my own ears.

"Sure I'll get right on it." The waitress looked as if she was going to lose it.

"Wow, um how are you going to eat that?" Lucy looked at me in utter disbelief.

" one urrrrrp, bite urrrrrrrp urrrrrrp, at a time urrrrrrrrrrp," I grinned impishly and rubbed my food baby. "Besides I'm going into hibernation mode when I get home."

"Hahahaaahhhh! Oh my god you are ridiculous!" Lucy had the cutest laugh.

"Okay here you go,don't go making yourself sick." The waitress looked flushed and nervous.

"Mmmmm thank you. I need to start hibernating when I get home so this is absolutely necessary." I said while stuffing the Nutella pancakes down.

"I'm sure it is." She smiled and giggled. "I'll bring out the rest in a bit, your appetite is hard to keep up with."

"Thank you, I really like eating."

"I can tell" she laughed. "Enjoy your food" she gave my belly a light pat causing me to burp." This elicited another giggle from her as she made her way back to the kitchen.

I don't know how I was still eating and I don't know why Lucy was watching me so intently. Anytime I slowed down she would tease me about my eyes being bigger than my stomach. And then I would shovel more food down.

"My my someone enjoyed their meal," The waitress had returned with our bill. She kept here eyes on my exposed belly now stuffed beyond belief. I occasionally let out a few hiccups and burps followed by some groans and moans. "You okay?" She asked sweetly.

"Yeah I think I just overdid it a bit. Urrrrp, it just tasted so good I couldn't stop. Urrrrrrrrp urrrrrrp, ohhh it is so stuffed and hard. Urrrrp I can't undo my jeans or belt. Urrrrp urrrrrp urrrrrrp hic, hic, urrrrrp. Ahhhgggg, I really overdid. I should probably stop doing this." I rubbed my belly desperate for relief. I was out of breath just sitting there. There was still half of my coke left and then another huge milkshake.

"I think it's good that you enjoy your food. Did you want me to take away the dishes?"

"Yeah" she started gathering up the mess and as she grabbed the unfinished milkshake and coke I stopped her. "No leave those I want them still."

"Okay I'll just grab the rest."

"Wow you are so fat." Lucy said as she watched me struggle to finish the coke and milkshake. "Look at all this" She smacked my belly.

"Ughh owww, don't do that." I almost choked on the shake I was chugging.

"Why cause you aren't done eating?" She laugh and shook my bloated and stuffed belly. "Tony you are getting kinda fat" she laughed.

"I'm not urrrrrrrp fat, I'm just urrrrrrrp hic bloated and have a food baby." I had finally finished all the food. And was struggling to unbutton my pants. I gave up covered in sweat and out of breath.

"Okay whatever you say." Lucy laughed at me giving my belly a smack.

"Here you go." The waitress placed the bill on the table and I automatically just gave her my credit card. " I'll be right back."

"You are so greedy and shameless." Lucy giggles.

"What? She is hot." I was hard and wanted to jack off but I was so stuffed and tired. My jeans were cutting me in half. I don't think I could get them off on my own.

"Here's your card back have a wonderful day. Oh and come by anytime." She smiled at me handing me a large doggy bag and slipping a card into my hand. "You gotta get nice and stuffed if you are going to last through winter." She giggled as she gave his stuffed belly a pat. His belly jiggled a bit still and her hand sunk in a bit. She turned red I guess she wasn't expecting it to still be squishy.

#fantasy feeder #weight gain story #teasing #belly play #fat belly #male wg

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2 - The Wait

The two of you headed up to the show floor to have a look around, but you were pretty distracted by the thought of what was hiding in your pocket.

"We've walked past like 5 tables that had Stranger Things stuff and you haven't even noticed. Girl, just text him," Rachel said, stopping you in the walkway.

"And look desperate? No way."

"He's Joseph fucking Quinn. And he pursued you. What the hell are you waiting for?"

"Well, if it's a prank I don't know if I want to know. I'm afraid."

"You're being ridiculous, Mack. It's NOT a prank. You saw the lady from the photo booth who handed it to you. She was on official business for sure," she replied with a giggle at her own joke.

"Well, you know he's busy as hell today. He has to fit 3 days' worth of people in because he couldn't be here the whole weekend. Who knows if he will even respond today," you justified, still scared of the outcome.

"Ok, so? He can text you back tomorrow if he's busy today. Besides, he's a man. He already showed interest in you. I bet he's watching his phone like a hawk every chance he gets to look at it. He WILL text back, I know it. DO IT."

You sighed, knowing she wasn't going to drop it at this point. You walked over to a side wall of the show room that was less crowded and pulled out the note and your phone. You glanced around to make sure no one was looking and began adding the number to your contacts. Just to be safe and preserve his anonymity from anyone who may catch a glimpse at your phone screen, you put it under J with a bat and guitar emoji. You shoved the note back in your pocket and opened your messages app. A small sigh snuck its way out of your lungs, your body's attempt to relieve some of your anxiety. Here it goes.

Hey, Joe. It's the girl in the white dress.

Ugh, that sounded stupid. Backspace. After thinking and typing and backspacing and thinking and typing and backspacing, you eventually settled on a text, and tried to make yourself seem confident. After all, he went to the effort to have someone track you down.

Hey, it's the "absolutely beautiful" blonde with black glasses and white dress. You're not so bad yourself.

You smiled to yourself as you hit send. Rachel squealed at your sudden demonstration of confidence and put her hands on your shoulders.

"And now we wait. Let's go grab some lunch before the Q&A panel," she said, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the door. Anyone who didn't know you may have thought the two of you were a lesbian couple, but you both liked it that way. Kept people on their toes.

You and Rachel left the convention center and walked a block up the street to the Hard Rock Café. You ordered and waited for the food to come. Seconds felt like hours and you found yourself playing with your own fingers in anxiousness.

"Hey, it's been like a half an hour. Give it some time," she tried to encourage you.

"I know. It's just now I'm going to be worried waiting for it all day, or possibly longer," you replied as the waitress came to the table with your food. You tried to distract yourself with your salad and the loud music in the restaurant but it didn't really work. Every time your phone would vibrate you would jump and grab it only to see a Facebook notification or a message from your other friend, who sent you a collection of Tik Tok videos every day. You wanted so badly to tell her to lay off for the day so you won't have a stroke, but you knew you couldn't explain. Not yet anyway.

"Like you said, he's really busy today. It will happen."

You were so thankful in that moment that she was here with you instead of you coming to the convention alone. You would be an absolute mess right now if you were by yourself. You finished your food, paid, and headed back to the convention center. You got in line for the panel and it looked like people had already been waiting there for hours to get a good seat. You didn't really care where you sat, you were just glad to be there. You never really traveled far from home other than for family vacations. You lived 4 hours from Philly, and the furthest you had ever traveled by yourself was the 2-hour drive to Pittsburgh. This type of thing wasn't something you did often so you were glad to get what you could.

The doors to the panel hall opened and people flooded inside. When you finally got a seat, it was way off to the left away from the stage, but not everyone got seats so you considered yourself fortunate. After everyone was seated, the announcer came out and introduced Joseph Quinn and Grace Van Dien. The two of them walked on stage and sat on the couch, Joe on the right and Grace on the left. The questions started from the announcer and you listened intently, admiring Joe from afar. The questions and answers started drowning out, and all of your focus was on Joe, just looking at him – his shaggy curly hair he was growing out to film the new Gladiator movie, his black t-shirt and leather jacket, his brown eyes that you could still manage to see from that far away. JEEZUMS. This man wanted you? YOU? You once again felt small all of a sudden and unconfident.

There's no way. Me? Out of all these people here? Yeah right. You thought to yourself, psyching yourself out again that it could have possibly been a prank. It was too good to be true. But that's when something happened. You were staring at Joe, your expression a bit depressed as these questioning thoughts were running through your head, when he caught a glimpse at you through the crowd. At first you weren't sure he as looking at you or someone else, but his eyes locked with yours for what felt like minutes but was more like seconds. You continued to look at him, still in disbelief that he was in fact looking at you. You were proven wrong when he let a small smirk show on his lips and winked. Just then, you KNEW he was looking at you, from all the way across the room. HOW?! How did he find you in this huge crowd? You blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling back and biting your bottom lip a little. You saw his smile grow at the sight.

A question from the announcer pulled his attention away from you, and you exhaled, realizing that you weren't breathing that whole time. You turned to face Rachel who was already looking at you with wide eyes and a smile. You didn't even have to ask. You knew she had seen that whole silent interaction.

"Yeah, he's DEFINITELY going to text you," she whispered in your ear, earning a smile and rosy cheeks from you. The rest of the panel went by in a blur. You were too busy thinking about what just happened to pay much attention. The announcer finished up and dismissed Joe and Grace. As Joe was walking off stage, you saw him pulling his phone out of his pocket just before he disappeared behind the curtain.

"Oh my God, he's checking his phone!" you whisper-shouted to Rachel. She smirked in response.

"Told you."

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#joseph quinn #Joe Quinn #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn rpf #fanfic #fan fiction #eddie munson #stranger things #real person fiction #fluff #convention #writing

[captainhysunstuff]

The Chain - Date:  Food Transcript

The Chain - Date:  Food comic

*Light and L sitting at a table in a restaurant*

L:  *looking around* Hm.  You have a real talent for finding quiet, tasteful restaurants.

Light:  It comes in handy.  I kind of have to be.

L:  To get away from the praise and admiration?

Light:  Something like that.  If I stick with a place for too long, sooner or later, someone recognizes me or gets overly attached.  Then it’s always, “Let’s meet up!” and “What a coincidence!”  Ugh, I might as well get used to finding new places.  I don’t need everyone’s attention all the time.

L:  Henh, then these last few months must have been agonizing for you.

Light:  *laughs* Not for the reasons you’re suggesting.

L:  So, you don’t mind my attention?

Light:  Hm...  Not as much as I once did~.

L:  I see.  I suppose that’s a good thing.

Light:  Would you prefer that I be bothered?

L:  Well, bothered people make more mistakes...  Not that I need you to mess up anymore.  *chuckles*

Light:  *glares*

L:  ...

*silence*

*Waitress brings food.  Soup and bread for Light.  Sandwich and apple slices for L.*

L & Light:  Thank you.

Waitress:  Enjoy.

Light:  Itadakimasu.

*eating in silence*

L:  So, are you enjoying your time at home?

Light:  Oh.  Yeah, it’s not bad.

L:  You look a lot better.  Are you sleeping well?

Light:  Henh, I suppose so.  I’m trying to relax, but y’know...  Family stuff.  They really want to spend time with me.

L:  That’s understandable.  You were gone for a long time.

Light:  I know, but they can be a bit... much.  I mean, you did just meet my sister.

L:  Hm.  She seemed nice.

Light:  Henh, nice and annoying.  *laughs* Nah, she’s fine.  But you know how it is, right?  Having a nosy sibling?

L:  I can imagine it being harder for you since you have to lie about where you’ve been.

Light:  *thinking* Deflected.  Of course.  Born an only child, or hiding the fact that he has siblings?  He’s mentioned there being multiple L’s, but I know L.  There’s no way that he’d willingly share his title (notwithstanding my borrowing it when speaking with Namikawa).  Although, that hypothetical conversation about me succeeding him leads me to believe that succession has crossed his mind.  It would be ideal to know for sure if someone else would show up after he dies.  Would they try to pick up where he left off, or would they only try to avenge him?  Not even a successor, but someone close like family?  It’s a shame he’s always been tight-lipped about it.

Flashback

Light:  Family?

L:  +4%.

Light:  *angry* Fine!  Don’t tell me!

Present

Light:  *out loud* Henh, yeah.  I don’t like lying to them, but it’s not a big deal.  Sayu though...  Uhh...  *laughs* She came to some interesting conclusions on her own.

Waitress:  Would you like a refill, sir?

Light:  Yes, thank you.

L:  Me too, please?

*later, food is eaten*

L:  *chuckles* Wow.  That’s impressive.

Light:  Impressively ridiculous more like~.

L:  I can’t say she’s too far off the mark.  I suppose it’s my own fault for enrolling at To-Oh with that name.  I was hoping my absence would make me fade from memory, but it’s only made me more infamous.

Light:  It’s what we get for testing well and playing a mean game of tennis.  *laughs*

L:  *looking around* I hope the waitress comes by soon.  I’m ready for dessert.

Light: *smirks*  Are you ever not ready for dessert?

L:  *looks around more* Anything you’d recommend?

Light:  Well, their marble cake’s pretty good.

L:  Hmm...  I’m kind of craving ice cream...

Light:  Can’t go wrong with a sundae~.

*desserts are brought.  Light with marble cake.  L with a monster sundae.*

Light:  Jeez!  What even is that monstrosity?

L:  What are you complaining about?  Fruit’s healthy, right?

Light:  Under all that whipped cream, caramel, and chocolate sauce, I’m not so sure.

L:  *eats a spoonful* I don’t care~.

Light:  Of course not.  *laughs*

L:  *thinking* He was probing me earlier.  Is he still trying to sus out my identity, or is he planning for future threats following my death?  Probably both.  This is starting to feel like old times.

Light:  *marveling after taking a bite* Ohh~.  It’s been so long~.

L:  You’re really having a good time with that cake over there.

Light:  *cough* It’s just... been a while since I’ve had it.

L:  Is it really that good?

Light:  I think it is~.  I almost forgot how good it is!

L:  May I try?

Light:  Huh?  Oh.  *thinking* It is supposed to be a date...

*Light slides his plate forward.  L scoops some cake with his spoon and eats it while Light watches with bated breath*

L:  Hm!  Not bad.  Good balance of vanilla and chocolate.

Light:  I know, right?  I can’t stand it when one flavor overpowers the other.  *Phew!*  Want another bite?

L:  *nods eagerly*

*Light cuts off a piece with his fork and holds it out for L*

L:  !  

*L leans forward to eat it off Light’s fork, but to his shock, Light turns around and shoves the bite into his own mouth at the last second*

Light:  Sorry!  The cakes pull was too strong~!

L:  *angry and embarrassed* That was cruel.  Light-kun lied to me.

Light:  *giggles* If I give you another bite for real, would you let me try yours?

L:  *pouting* Hmm.  I’m not sure I want to share with Light-kun now.

Light:  Oh, cheer up.  *cuts off another piece* Look how big this one is!  It’s got your name on it~.

L:  *grumbling*

Light:  Here, see?  Look!  It does!  I can’t eat it!

*L looks over and sees that Light had etched an “L” on the cake bite*

L:  *thinking* Damn it.  That’s actually cute.  ...And I have to destroy the evidence.  *out loud* ...If you insist.  *eats it off Light’s outstretched fork*

Light:  There.  Do you forgive me now?

L:  I’ll consider it.

Light:  Sooo?

L:  So what?

Light:  Where’s my bite?

L:  You want a reward for apologizing?

Light:  *scoff* Please.  Like you have any right to get upset over that tiny lie.

L:  You’re implying that I’ve lied to you?

Light:  Are you kidding?  That’s pretty much all you’ve done since we met!  *remembers L kissing his hand after a confession* Uh...  Mostly.

L:  I don’t recall lying about anything that matters since we’ve been together.

Light:  *quietly* What about telling me that Kira wasn’t killing people while I was imprisoned and having my father act like he was going to--

L:  *points to right wrist* All before we were together.

Light:  About that.  I’m not sure I believe that you didn’t make us “together” for professional reasons.  That you “weren’t doing it because you wanted to.”

L:  I had every intention of handling the situation professionally.  I never planned on acting on my feelings.  Subsequent events threw that resolve out the window, but going in, there were no ulterior motives of that nature, I assure you.

Light:  *raises voice, clenches fist* Well, what about that succession stuff?!

L:  Keep your voice down, please.

Light:  *quiets down a bit* As if you’d ever want me to take over your title.

L:  I was being misleading.  Not lying.

Light:  How weren’t you lying about that?!

L:  I said that you’d “be capable of succeeding” me.  That isn’t a lie.  Or is me holding your intelligence i such high regard unbelievable?

Light:  *a little sheepish* Ah...

L:  Any other instances of malicious dishonesty?

Light:  ...

L:  All things considered; I’d say that I’ve been very honest with you.  Especially since the standard reward for my honesty is getting punched in the face.

*silence*

L:  Do you still want to try my sundae?

Light:  ...

L:  *holds out a bite on his spoon to Light* Here.

Light:  ...  *leans forward and eats the scoop off L’s spoon*

L:  Oh.

Light:  *chewing* Hm?

L:  *blushes* I now understand why couples enjoy feeding each other...

Light:  *hit by mood whiplash, makes an undignified noise and blushes*

L:  *holds out another bite* Would you like another?

Light:  *mouth full* R-really??

L:  It’s only fair.  I had two bites of yours after all.

Light:  I’m still not over the first!

#text post #transcript #my fancomic #Death Note #The Chain #tw: food issues #lawlight #Light Yagami #L #awkward food date #sharing food #so wordy...

[oqal]

Speaking of Waitress, When he Sees me definitely gives me a Reagan mood. Like she can make the first move if she’s interested, but with real feelings it falls through cause that shit is stressful, especially when you’ve had emotional abuse in life and can’t really tell what you’re feeling that isn’t strong like anger or sadness? Nah fam that shit hard. So staying to the literal and logical is easier, and her feelings aren’t really strong cause she’s use to having to keep them somewhat up so when things fall it isn’t super super bad,

But then just having that really big and stupid crush on Brett and just the fear of that? Fits the song context well, just

The feelings 😭

UGH YOU ARE SO RIGHT

she has so much kinda emotional damage and walls built around her heart so having a crush it's torture, she is too much of an internal emotional neglectful. and she even admitted she's been dumped by a man who she saw future with until pluto wasn't a planet

"but what scares me the most, what scares me the most,

is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it? what if he runs the other way and i can't hide from it? what happens then? if when he knows me, he's only disappointed?"

her insecurities!! her abrasiveness and totally is opposite from brett's! she assumes he'd want someone better

it's confusing and she mentally punishes herself because he's too perfect for someone like her, raised by narcs and a robot bear, trauma galore. she couldn't burden brett with that and assumes brett would reject her anyways. but her heart can't skip a beat when he wraps his arm around her shoulder or she smells his musky axe during a movie night and she's softly blushing bc now all she thinks about him instead of watching the movie.

"or even worse he could be very nice, have lovely eyes. and make me laugh, come out of hiding. what do i do with that? oh, god."

and her prayer to whatever fucking god and she's lucky enough that he secretly likes her too but neither will confess. she just longs for something she can't have because she doesnt do well with mushy stuff

"i'm scared of breaking open. but still i can't help from hoping, to find someone to talk to, who likes the way i am. someone who when he sees me, wants to again."

#asks #breagan family #psychoanalyzes the song for a silly little mad scientist pining

[klainesheilen]

internships

found in my drafts, it looks like I have forgotten to post it

I hate internships and by this I don’t mean the internships I’d do itself, I rather hate the whole process before. Sitting down, making research about the place(s) you want to apply to and the worst actually writing the application. The thought of it alone exhausts me so much, ugh. But why is it like that? I have the feeling that writing about myself and give them reasons why I am THE candidate for them is just a huge lie. Or at least I have told myself that. The way I write in applications do not represent who I am, it’s more about a version of me which they want to hear about. And I have to problems with this application writing;

one: There is something in me (BPD is this you?), that tells me I'm lying. I’m not an enthusiastic person, who works well with other people and enjoys learning about new stuff and things that challenge me are only a motivation to keep on. I can be this person and sometimes I'm just some parts of this person at a time, but what the voices in my head are telling me is “You are a piece of shit, you know it and they will also know it once they have read this crap that you have just written. So why applying in the first place?”.

two: ok, I think it’s more about me self-sabotaging myself. I think I make it so hard for myself before I have even started to do anything, so that I won’t start at all. Having this voice telling me over and over and over again that there is no point to begin with… it’s exhausting and demotivating. I mean, it took me a week to finally sit down and to just have a look at the publication company only to find out that they already don’t search for any new applications. If I only sat down. If I only wrote this application. I’m sabotaging myself. I don’t deserve this. I wouldn't deserve this. Gosh, why am I doing this to myself? Am I that much afraid of adulthood? As a 26 year old? Or am I simply afraid of a my future? But why so? I’m staring at my monitor and can’t think of a reason. Not even a dumb one. (minutes are passing by). Usually I’m afraid of what people think of me, but if I got a big girlboss job why should they judge me in any negative way? Even now that I'm studying and working part time as a waitress people are still proud of me. Or not proud, but they support me. I just can’t find a reason for this self-sabotaging behavior.

Interesting what a turn the actual idea of the blog post has made. I wanted to write about internships, that I see why they can be important for some people, but also about unpaid internships and that you have to work full time for a minimum of three months and not even get paid for it. How one should survive in such conditions? How should one pay rent? Pay life? Pay food? Just so one can add this experience to their CV. I wanted to write about this and I ended up with a question that I can not answer about myself and my self-sabotaging behavior.

so this was from the end of November or something in December. I can't really tell, and since then I have sent two applications in the publication industry. One to an unpaid internship that I have to do for at least three months and a paid one that would also want me to work for the same time period. Well, they haven't even answered, but the unpaid one mailed me back and after some correction and translation they've decided that they want me. And I am happy, I guess, it's just I can't tell why I am not ~that~ happy with it. Anyway, maybe it's the self-sabotage again. Maybe it's a gutfeeling (from my self-sabotage, lol), but my internship starts 1st February, so I will keep you updated on my thoughts and impressions.

#personal #journal #klainesheilen #internship #publication #publication industry #relfection #self journey

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😌

I love garlic bread. I always make mine from scratch, but if I am lazy I just buy the frozen ones. It's so good though when it's made with real garlic mixed into the butter..and then add the cheese on top. 🤤🤤

Yeah, the studio has blinds but light still comes through. It's not that bright but the apartment lights are too bright. I'm thinking of getting a side lamp so I can just use that to illuminate the room.

Hahaha yes I am not a writer. I used to read a lot of Stephen King and Dean Koontz when I was younger. Also watched too many CSI and Criminal minds, so all of those plots have been engraved in my brain. I wish I could write.

Yes it makes sense. Funny thing, I've never had brussel sprouts before. It reminds me of a small cabbage. I like all vegetables except beets. And radish. And arugula.

So how many jobs have you had?

I like English and Art. But I hate writing essays in English class. Especially doing that style stuff and all the citing. Hahahaha I'm so glad school is over.

What subject did you like the least?

- CuriousGeorge

hello hello my sweet corn-punn! pasta lover stubbon righty eyebag.. lol

long time no chat here. lol.

ugh i'm not a big fan of garlic bread. I like garlic only in certain food. I like regular sweet dinner rolls with some good sweet cinnamon butter. :D

ah i see.. yeah if that's the case then i think it's better for u get a side lamp or even a stand lamp that u can turn it on without making it too bright but just enough light for u to look around. i always do that in my places where i used to live n even on my current one. or maybe get a bunch of LED lights or something like the long white christmas light that u can tape it along the wall.. i love that kind of light, it's so relaxing.

haha i have a feeling u can actually can write, u just dont know or realize ur talent yet. hahahhaa. n ur mind with that guessing n plot is genius.. i love it. :D

i dont really like crunchy vegies. I dont mind radish if it's cut thins or shreded.. i dont like carrots but if it's shredded or thin cut then i'm still okay with it. so far i can rmember, i like arugula. isnt it like thin small leave kind of vegies?

ouh jobs, i think i hv had 5 jobs in 3 different fields. I used to be a teacher, i used to work in travel agents, and my last job was as a waitress. how bout u?

ah i see. English is fun,, hmm the last time i have art class i think when i was in elementary school. yeah, before i started writing here, i thought it was hard to write essay, but didnt mean to show off, i was actually surprised that i always got A in my english essay. lol. the teacher told me that i can write and i didnt believe her and i thought i could write the essay because of the structure n the rule in writing n because she guides me. I never thought i could write a 6K fanfic. lol

I actually tried to write a story in a blog looooong time ago in a blog. but my ex gf told me that i wrote it too detail bla bla bla. n what she said kinda drag me down so i didnt continue write the story.

my least favorite subjec was MATH, physic and economy. lol. what bout u?

next question?

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #anon answered #ask answered #curious george anon

[stylesloveclub]

Feel you on the hate to work thingy.

My shift today has been absolute nuts. Been getting the oddest comments ever in the kitchen because I ACCIDENTALLY ( it wasn't meant in a sexual or weird way at all I sweeeaaar) WINKED AT ONE O F THE COOKS!!! (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

It was weird and funny and terrifying and humiliating because he just went like: "Did you just wink at me???" And I was so startled at first because I didn't even realise I did that!!! I was asking for my staff food and tilted my head and kinda narrowed my eye(s?) And man I don't know

I kinda tried to explain what I did and... Ugh, some of the other cooks started commenting stuff and it somehow turned into this really odd group discussion and I just stood there to wait for my food like ... ???

I did have the courage for a feisty comeback and told him he'd get an eye roll too if they don't hand me over my food so I am still kinda happy with how I took to the whole situation lol

Also I tried to further deflate the situation with a joke so I said to the other cooks whether I'd get an extra slice of cucumber if I wink at the cook who just cut some for the last touch of my salad lol

Think they thought that was funny but we will never know for sure. Cooks will forever be my worst enemies at work haha

LOLLL I THINK THAT'S A VERY CUTE MOMENT :) THE CUTE WAITRESS GETTING TEASED BY THE CHEFS BUT HOPEFULLY IN A NICE WAY AND NOT A MEAN WAY!!! LOWKEY A PLEASINGRRY MOMENT MAYBE HE WOULD'VE COME AND DEFENDED U TOLD THEM TO SHUT UP AND GET BACK TO COOKING

#WAITRESS ANON

[pennswoodsman]

You ever take a nap at 2 pm until 330 pm then feel burned out all freakin’ day? Yeah that’s me right now. I’ve felt pretty crappy all week. I’m currently sitting on my father’s front stoop here in what was supposed to be my home too.

A few nights ago I had a long phone conversation with Lauren. She told me she was on the verge of death again. Said her baby daddy m, who is supposed to be helping her with her every day stuff is leaving her to die. Took the kids with him and is purposely leaving her alone. She said he made her erase all her dating apps and said to their children “your mother fucks other men”. Of courses this appalled me. I gave her a sympathetic ear and calmed her down. Told her if only I asked her out when she was my waitress on one of the many times Bill and I were at Xandos all these years ago, maybe all of her troubles would be avoided. It was fun to fantasize for a minute. Yes, I know that means my and her sons technically wouldn’t be born but if instead we had the 2 sons maybe I can pretend it’s like Kevin and Nathaniel are still with me, just with a different mother. We ended the conversation with her telling me she loves my voice and it was so nice talking to me. That night I had a dream I was making out with Anna Harris. It was the first time we ever met and the sexual chemistry took us both by surprise and we were all over each over. When I woke up I realized Anna and Lauren look a lot alike, which is probably why it was Anna instead of Lauren in the dream. So skip ahead to the following afternoon. My sons are back with me after I was out all day running errands. I open up Facebook for the first time since the morning and I see Lauren had written like 10 updates. Mostly “I’m dying I’m dying” messages. But others were calling out her baby daddy for not being there. But she also called him her boyfriend. Another one sad she wants her family, which she specified was her children and their father, but added “(boyfriend!!)” to be by her side. Now, obviously the part about her sons being there makes perfect sense. But I was all like “wait…what?” Then I read more. Her other friends were saying how her baby daddy already told her where he was going and that they’ll be right back. Another one said “Why do you keep calling Mike out publicly like this when you already knew what is going on. You know what you’re doing could be considered abusive too”. I realized that I’m probably getting played. No wonder she “forgot” to call me a month or so ago so we could spend time together. And my trying to continue to be somewhat of a sweet talker was all pointless. Just felt like yet another disappointment. I know it’s not a big deal or anything but it’s just another bit of bullshit that got me questioning everything about everything she’s told me. ugh

I sometimes get depressed. I am trying to accept that I’ll most likely be single for the rest of my life. And let’s face it, if for. I other reason but because I’m a total slob and most women wouldn’t tolerate that. Kristan I’m sure would have broken up with me after a few months had I not insisted on coming to her most of the time. I miss her but I’m also kinda embarrassed that I told her I wanted her back and she flat out rejected me. And the fact that she brought up how “sometimes a girl needs a hard dick. No offense” wtf am I supposed to say to that?! I mean, I know it’s true. I’m not denying that part. It, was that really necessary to tell me? Ugh, I’m getting upset writing this. Mostly because I can only work with what I have and even though I would give her multiple orgasms every night we were together, it all comes back to having ED and therefore I can never really give her what she, and all women will ultimately want. Maybe she mostly remembers how I couldn’t get an erection for real sex more than half the times we were together. I dunno. But we broke up in February and I haven’t done anything with anyone since.

I still get flashes of anger at Dawn. But it’s not so much all the cheating anymore. It’s just the lie I lived that I have still not been able to re-create (or what I thought I had) in any shape or form. Grant it, I don’t want to be married again, or really live with another woman. and yes, I am a pain the ass to live with too (another reason I don’t want to live with another woman. Because I don’t want her to dump me out of disgust) and I have plenty of bad habits and I never blamed Dawn for being pissed at most of the things that pissed her off. Which is why I get anxiety thinking how I’ll die alone and be forever fixated on finding a woman. It’s my worst trait…I mean, as far as my mental health is concerned.

Anyway, I want to end this boring cliche rant of mine with a shot of the last woman I met via OLD. This was today, actually. Heh…I probably will never hear from her again considering how the conversation went…which is fine with me! Lol

[crazyotakugal]

Soaring Hearts

Hawks/Keigo Tamaki x Reader Fluff Lemon

Authors Notes:

Thank y’all so much for all the support!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story and like I said, here’s part Two!! I hope y’all enjoy!!

It’s been almost a month since your “encounter” with the Number Two Hero. You’ve been catching up with your family, seeing the sights, and wondering about your meet up with Hawks. Of course, you haven’t told anyone about meeting Hawks and the events that followed. However, there’s always the unexpected…

Part Two:

CHANCE ENCOUNTERS

“ Come on, y/n! You gotta check out this place next!” Your cousin, Fuyumi, waved you over to yet another sweets shop.

It was a nice day today and Fuyumi had the day off, so she decided to take your sight seeing/shopping. The district was actually really cool and had a variety of different shops, but you really didn’t have much money to spend. Since your dad ditched you, things have always been tight. If your uncle, the number one Hero, had not paid for your trip, you wouldn’t have been able to visit. However, you’d never tell your family about your financial situation.

“Oooohhh!! They have that awesome cake and milk tea!! Let’s get some!” Fuyumi grabs your hand and starts to drag you into the shop.

“Umm, Fuyumi, maybe we should slow down?” You really couldn’t afford it, but didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Oh no worries! Dad’s covering everything today! He insisted!” She beamed.

“Uuuuhhh…” You were at a lost for words.

You just decided to go along with it and allowed yourself to be dragged along. Despite your uncle’s attitude, he was actually a really kind person. You remember your mom calling him a monster and saying he was evil, but you just didn’t see that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Fuyumi were sitting at a table with a neon rainbow checkerboard tablecloth and a pink vase with white daisies inside. The place was really nice for being a sweets shop. It was cutesy kind of place with different kinds of teas and sweets and the atmosphere was relaxing. You just went with whatever Fuyumi ordered. She seemed to be really happy and enjoying hanging around you. To be honest, you were really having tons of fun and you were really happy you came to Japan.

Even your encounter with Hawks.

Even if it was just a fling and as much as it made your heart ache to want to see him again, you knew your best chance was on a screen versus in person. You didn’t regret spending the night with him, but you felt bad for how it ended.

~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~

It was either really late at night or very early in the morning when you had woken up. It was really dark and you were tempted to slip back into the lull of sleep. However, you had to pee really bad. Your body felt stiff and heavy. Nature calling, you rub your thighs together, feeling a sharp pain shoot between your legs, and a stickiness there.

‘Huh? Too early for my period.’

You try to shift to get up, but something was wrapped around your waist. It didn’t feel like your covers. It was warmer and heavier. As your brain slowly started to wake up, you realized the thing around your waist was connected to something heavy pressed against your back. You try to wiggle a little bit and whatever was around your waist tighten.

You felt a lump in your throat and carefully turned your head. Holding your waist was Japan’s number two pro hero! His gold locks even messier then normal and he looked absolutely breath taking asleep. You very carefully slide away from Hawks without disturbing him, gather your scattered clothing, and tippy toe into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, fully clothed. You glance over at Hawks sleeping form, feeling regret for leaving like this bubbling inside you. However, you weren’t going to put yourself through that. Even though what you two had shared was amazing, you weren’t going to kid yourself into thinking that there was anything there. You wiped a few tears from your eyes and quietly left his apartment.

~~~ End F/B ~~~

“Y/n? Hey, y/n, you there?” Fuyumi is waving a hand in front of your face.

“Oh! Oh I’m sorry!” You laughed. “I guess I was spacing out.”

A waitress comes over to your table, setting down your orders and leaves with a bow. The tea smelled amazing and the cake super delicious!

“I’m sorry, Fuyumi, what were you saying?” You take a sip of the yummy tea.

She takes a bite of the cake and swallowed it, “I was saying that there’s this big charity party that dad wants us all to attend tonight and was asking you if you had a dress you could wear?!”

You choke a bit on your cake, “What?! No! Noooo! I don’t have anything to wear that fancy! I really don’t need to go, I mean I’m just his niece!”

Fuyumi makes a slight pouty face, “But you are family! It’s for the family’s of that Camino incident, so it’s for a good cause! Dad even said we could go pick out new dresses!”

You feel really uneasy about that,” That’s not necessary! Really!”

Fuyumi just smiled at you, “Really! Don’t worry about it!”

Even though you were still getting to know Fuyumi, you knew her well enough to know there was no point to arguing with her once her mind was set. You just take a bite of your cake as she beams knowing she won.

~~~~~~

After the sweets shop, you were dragged to a few clothing stores. Fuyumi found a few dresses she liked/bought, the one she finally chose for the evening was a navy blue tie back dress that had silver glitter at the hem slowly decreasing almost non existent to the waist, almost like a starburst effect. It looked amazing on her. In fact, a lot of stuff did.

You found a few things you looked for everyday wear and lingerie, which she bought you despite your protests, but nothing you felt confident in or really suited you. Finally, Fuyumi dragged you into this one store with all kinds of clothing. That’s when it caught your eye. It was an off the shoulder dress with loop sleeves, form fitting torso with lace up front. There was a satin bow at the waist, the bow resting on your hip. The skirt flared out into two layers, the top layer was sheer parted down the middle with tiny little diamonds (not real) that ruffled at the edges. The second layer was a satin material with the same diamond accents that came down to your ankles. It was your favorite color and the price wasn’t bad at all!

“Oh wow, y/n! That’s perfect! You should try it on!” Fuyumi beamed as she snatched the dress and pushed it and you towards the dressing room. A few minutes later, you came out with it on. It fit you perfectly and you couldn’t hardly believe it was you in the mirror.

“Y/n! You look beautiful!” Your cousin smiled at you, causing you to blush a little.

‘My little sparrow is so beautiful.’

You remember the last time someone called you “beautiful” and remembering that night made you turn bright red.

~~~ Later that night ~~~

Just as you thought, it was an extremely classy affair. There were ton of big time heroes there as well as a lot of influential names. You didn’t know everyone, but Fuyumi had no problem filling you in. She looked so pretty in her dress. Natsuo and Shoto of course didn’t show up. Fuyumi was squealing about all the hot and available guys at the party.

“Oh there’s dad!” Fuyumi grabs your arm and drags you over to where your uncle was.

He, of course being number one, was surrounded by a bunch of people. He looked really annoyed, but put on a front. Occasionally, shaking a hand. Once he saw Fuyumi and you heading his way, he excused himself and to meet you halfway.

“Hey, Dad! This things really great isn’t it?” Fuyumi smiles, as always, trying to be the sweet daughter.

“Fuyumi. Y/N. You’re both looking very nice this evening.” He gave a tiniest, quickest smile.

Fuyumi beamed at the compliment and gave even a little twirl. A waiter came by and offered you three a colorful drink in a tall glass with a cherry on top. Endeavor declined, but you two each took one and thanked him.

“Um, Uncle, thank you very much for the dress,” You bowed, careful not to spill your drink.

“Hey there, Number one! You sure are popular!” A familiar voice rang, making your heart stop.

You lift your head up, to see none other than Hawks standing next to your uncle, with his hand on his shoulder with his usual grin on his face. He, like the other pro heroes there, was wearing his typical attire.

“Ugh, Hawks, let me introduce you to my daughter, Fuyumi, and my niece visiting abroad, Y/N,” Endeavor holds a hand out gesturing your way causing your heart to stop.

‘Don’t be dumb, Y/N! It was a one night stand! He probably doesn’t even remember you!’

Hawks smiles at Fuyumi warmly, gently taking her hand, but there’s a split second of surprise and recognition when his eyes turn towards you. Your breath catches in your throat as he smiles, takes your hand into his, and brings it to his lips. You feel your face turn bright red.

“Nice you meet you, Y/n,” He says with a subtle hint of sarcasm. He was acting like you’d just met, but he definitely recognized you.

“Oh my God! Is that the number one and number two pro heroes together!” Someone yelled from the crowd.

Fuyumi grabbed your hand and hurried away so you two weren’t caught in the poparatzi fire. You glanced back at Hawks, who was still looking at you as you were being led away. The crowd of reporters encircled the two heroes.

~~~~~~~~~

After the craziness with the reporters, you’d lost sight of Hawks. You’d spent the rest of the evening being dragged around by your cousin, talking, eating, and drinking. It was actually lots of fun. You got to meet a lot of new people and eat a lot of delicious food.

A little tipsy, needing some air, you excused yourself from your cousin who honestly was too engrossed in talking to this guy to notice you leave. You found a quiet place in the outside garden. The cool air felt nice on your hot skin and the scent of the flowers around you was relaxing. You sat on a bench by a fountain, closed your eyes, and took a few deep breaths. As you started to cool down, the breeze was starting to make you shiver a little.

Suddenly something soft and warm is placed on your shoulders. Your eyes shoot open and you see Hawks standing there with a gentle smile on his face, he’d placed his jacket over you. Seeing him so close to you, made your heart race and you felt a ping of guilt.

“Little Sparrow a bit chilly?” He reaches and brushes a stray hair from your burning face.

Hearing him say that nickname, flustered you because images of that night came flooding back. You felt the familiar spark of desire start from just that little touch. The memory of how those hands felt touching you made you shiver slightly.

“I, um, I…” You stutter out.

He tilts his head slightly, “hmmm?”

You bow low, “I’m so sorry! About leaving like that I mean!”

Embarrassed you ramble on, “It’s just, um, I’ve never done that type of thing. Not saying I regret what happened, but…I didn’t know what to expect afterwards and panicked and…I’m so sorry I left and didn’t say anything…”

You’re afraid to look up, but a gentle hand on your chin, turned your gaze upwards to meet his. Those wonderful lips of his gently covering your own. At first it starts slow, but then gradually becomes more passionate. One hand wraps around your waist as the other cups the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His tongue sweeps over your lips and you grant him access to your mouth without hesitation. All the desire from that night reawakening as that kiss makes you melt.

When your lips finally part, both his hands cup your cheeks bringing your face forward so your forehead was resting against his. Your noses almost touching, both your eyes shut, and you both a panting for breath. Just from that kiss, you could tell that you probably were already soaked down there. Your eyes locked when you opened them. Desire burning so brightly behind his gold orbs.

You looked so beautiful to him right now. The dress you were wearing was absolutely amazing on you, your lips were red and swollen from his assault, and your cheeks were flushed. That morning, he felt sad that you had left and he hadn’t gotten your name or info. That night has been fantastic and he didn’t know what it was about you, but he just felt so drawn to you. Sure, he’d had experience with women and had some fun in his younger years. Despite the rumors about him, he didn’t go around jumping from woman to woman. That was way too risky for one, but shallow one night stands weren’t his thing.

“Y/N,” He breathed before kissing you again. His hands starting the explore your body over your dress.

“H…Hawks!” You gasp as his lips start placing kisses down your neck. Hearing your name from his lips completely overwhelmed you with need.

His arms lift you up bridal style and he flies up high onto a balcony. The door’s unlocked and Hawks carries you into the dark room. It looked like someone’s office, there were shelves with all kinds of books, a couple of couches by a fireplace, and a large wooden desk.

Hawks carries you over and gently lays you down on one of the couches, his jacket acting like a pillow, and leans over you. His lips once again taking yours captive. He uses one arm to support his weight above you as the other slides up your leg bunching the skirt of your dress higher and higher. You gasp against his mouth when you feel his fingers press against the damp cloth between your legs.

“Oh!” You toss your head back as his fingers slowly start to circle the wetness there.

“I see my lovely sparrow is still so sensitive,” he murmurs as he kisses your shoulder, his fingers dipping beyond your soaked panties.

“Keigo!” You cry out and you feel Hawks shutter above you, feeling how wet you already were for him and already crying his name.

He couldn’t handle it anymore. He gets up off of you, you hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone and the sound of rustling clothing. You give a surprise squeal as you feel your panties being pulled off you. Hawks pushes your skirt all the way up to your waist and settles himself between your legs. Before you can say anything, he sheaths himself into you with one thrust. You can feel him fill every part of you, once again stretching you.

“Ahhh!” Your body shudders as you cum just from the sensation of him utterly filling you.

“Did my sparrow just cum from me just putting it inside?” He says with a cocky tone as he starts to move, “You really are made for me! Fuck! You feel so good!”

You dig your nails into his clothed back as your rocked into ecstasy. You look up at Hawks; his face twisted with pleasure and his beautiful red wings completely spread out above the two of you. Your tangle your fingers in his blond hair and bring his lips crashing down onto yours.

The sounds of moans and slapping skin fill the room.

“You’re so hot and wet! It’s like heaven inside you!” He breaths, never halting his thrusts, “God Sparrow, you’re taking me so wonderfully. You’re just the perfect fit!”

You start to feel that wonderful familiar knot start to build again. Hawks thrusts start getting a little rougher and deeper. A film of sweat covering both your bodies. His length hitting the entrance of your womb over and over again. The pleasure is just as intense as before that you feel your mind slipping away.

“Keigo! I’m gonna…oh God! I’m gonna!” You sob out, feeling yourself about to tumble down that peak any moment.

Hawks grabs your hips in his hands and pounds into you mercilessly. He burned the vision of you in his mind. Your h/c spilled all over as your head thrashes about, you withering underneath him with absolute bliss plastered on your face, and those lovely lips of yours swollen, parted, quivering as you start to reach your peak. That lovely dress of yours bunched at your hips giving him a wonderful view of himself being swallowed by your lovely pussy.

“Y/n, cum for me! That’s it! Cum for me sparrow!” He urges, pushing his hips against that spot a few times, his cock hitting your cervix, before you finally tumble over.

“KEIGO!” You scream, tossing your head back as your orgasm hits you. You cling to the couch as it washes you over. He holds his grip on your hips as he pounds you.

Hawks loses it when he feels you clamp down onto him, cumming around his cock. Your hot fluids gushing all over him. A few sloppy thrusts later, he’s calling out your name as he fills you to the brim. Another climax hits you as feel his dick twitching and filling you. You both lay there, panting afterwards.

You both hold each other on the couch, bodies still connected. Hawks still breathless, placing occasional kisses on your shoulder. He didn’t want to leave your warmth yet. After a few more minutes of holding you, mumbling soothing words, Hawks slips from your depths. He watches as your combined fluids seep from your opening slightly and catches your soft whimper once he left you.

Hawks sits up and gathers you in his lap, holding you to his chest. You smelt amazing. Like a sweet dessert. Your h/c was soft and your skin as well. It felt so nice holding you like this. You laid your head on his chest and gave into him holding you. His fingers gently stroking your hair. You didn’t want to be parted from him yet. You wished time would freeze and you two could stay like this. He smelt like rain. His warmth radiating from his body into yours. You feel a bit of sleepiness come over you.

“We should go before someone comes in and we get in trouble for staining their expensive couch,” Hawks whispers in your ear, bringing a bright red blush to your face.

You get up on your unsteady legs and straighten yourself up. You look around, a bit panicked, for your panties that you’d been wearing, but couldn’t see where Hawks had tossed them too. Your face turned bright red thinking how horrifying it would be if someone found them.

“Looking for something?” Hawks smiles at you, holding the bunched up lace garment in his hand.

“H…hey!” You feel your face burn even hotter. “Give those back!”

You go to try to snatch your panties from his hand, but of course he’s too fast for you and easily dodges. You go to try and grab them again, but this time he catches your wrist, pulling your body against his.

He smiles down at you, giving you a playful wink,”Consider these my hostage so you don’t go disappearing on me again.”

You make a pouty face at him and playfully punch him in the chest. He simply laughs it off.

His lips brush yours as he stuffs the material into his jacket pocket and lifts you up again. He effortlessly leaps down the balcony, safely with you to the ground. He gently sets you down on your feet. You feel his hand cover yours then sliding something between your fingers. It was his card, but at the bottom was a hand written phone number. You look up at him again and he reaches to brush a hair from your face. You looked absolutely adorable at that moment, looking up at him with big, questioning eyes.

“I don’t usually give out my personal number, but I’m willing to make an exception for you my sparrow,” He grins, ” However, now that I know you’re related to the big guy, I can easily hunt you down too.”

You give him a look and mumble under your breath, “You can try.”

He’s taken aback for a moment, then bursts into laughter. You were just too cute. He couldn’t help himself, wraps an arm around your waist, and kisses you deeply before he finally steps away from you.

He flaps his wings and takes off a few feet into the air. Small red feathers raining down all around you.

“Until I see ya around, Y/N!” He grins before taking off into the air. Leaving you looking up at the night sky as he disappears.

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So that’s it for part two!! Thank y’all so much and I’ll be working on part three soon. :D

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