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ashwhowrites · 1 year
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Eddie's girl
Plot- the party agreed on 1 thing only, do not let the new girl meet Eddie Munson (fluff)
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Steve and Robin were talking at the counter about his latest date. Well, Steve was, and Robin was mocking him.
 “I'm telling you, she was insane. She poured half the container of salt on her noodles. Who goes to an Indian restaurant and gets buttered noodles? " Steve complained.
Robin rolled her eyes and said, "Jeez, Dingus, you have such real problems in the world." As she checked in, all the tapes were returned.
 The pair's eyes rose when a shadow casted over the countertop. There stood the most gorgeous girl they had ever seen. She had her hair styled nicely, a smokey eye look, eyeliner sharp as a knife, and cherry red lips. Her arms were warmed by a leather jacket; a band tee lay underneath, and they guessed jeans would be covering her legs if they could see. Maybe a pair of sneakers to go with the look. She had her fingers decorated with chunky rings and black nails.
Steve felt drool hit the bottom of his chin. This girl looked like someone who knew how to ruin your life, and he wasn't mad about it.
Robin felt a blush creep on her cheeks. This girl looked like she'd ruined Robin's innocence with one touch, and she wasn't mad about it.
Then she spoke, and it sounded like heaven on earth. "Can you tell me where I can find the horror section?" Her voice was soft, in contrast to how she looked. She stood tall and confident.
The pair of them rushed to go around the counter. Robin stomped on Steve's toe to get ahead. She smiled proudly as Steve clenched his foot with a gasp.
"Follow me," Robin stated as she led the gorgeous girl to the section where horror movies were placed.
As Steve was checking her out, well, the movie as well. He spoke up, "So what's your name?" Robin leaned in close to hear the answer.
"Oh, it's Y/N." She answered with a smile. She could sense the pair were in awe of her, so she threw a wink on the way out the door.
 "She so wants me." Steve melted into the floor.
"Please, the wink was for me," Robin scoffed.
Steve rolled his eyes, "geez Robin I must have missed the part when she said she was a lesbian. " Robin punched his arm and went on with their work day. Both are thinking about her.
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Dustin was biking to the grocery store to pick up food for the cat. His mom was in some mood about being scared to leave the house, so a trip after school was on his radar. 
Eddie offered to take him, but he felt like it would be an inconvenience to make him drive him to the store and then back to the school to get his bike, but he appreciated his offer.
Dustin was walking down aisle 3 when he collided with a body that was coming around the corner. The person dropped everything in their hands.
"I'm so sorry," he quickly apologized as he picked up the bags of popcorn and candy off the floor. He went to give him to the person when he looked up and saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, including his ex-girlfriend Suzie. 
With a sweet smile, she answered, "No worries, cutie." Dustin smiled, braced teeth and all. He could feel his cheeks turning red and butterflies in his stomach. She looked older and more mature, and he loved it.
He didn't realize he'd been staring until she waved her manicured hand in his face. He snapped out of it. "Oh yeah, sorry again. I'm Dustin. Are you new around here? " He asked. It's a small town, and he felt like he'd seen everyone.
That damn smile came across her face again. With a smirk, she held out her hand, "The name is Y/N and I'm in town for my spring break. I used to live here but moved for college. " He was in awe of how her voice comforted him like a hug. He could smell her sweet perfume as he shook her hand. It was soft and the cold metal of her rings made him shiver. He's a freshman and she's in college. It'd definitely never happen, but you can't blame a guy for having a crush.
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Lucas was practicing his shooting at the park when he saw a girl walking a dog. He was dribbling the ball with Jason when he caught her eyes. The ball was stolen by Jason, as he was distracted. 
"Lucas bro, I stole that way too easily. You got to pay attention. " His words went on deaf ears. Jason looked at him, puzzled, and followed his gaze. And he understood now.
 A girl wearing a small tank top, her belly button pierced. Tattoos covered her arms and bracelets lingered on her wrists. She was gorgeous. She was walking closer to them as her dog quickly moved ahead of her.
 She got close enough that the pair could see she was generally beautiful. No makeup covered her skin. She was naturally breathtaking. Jason quickly threw the ball near her feet. He pretended it rolled there on its own. He jogged up with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, lost sight of the ball."
The girl looked up at me with a smile and said, "Oh, it's all good. Are you boys on a team or something?" She pointed to their basketball shirts with the team logo on them. Lucas ran over to join the conversation. "Yes, we are. Practicing for the championship game."
Jason quickly grabbed the ball and introduced himself, as well as Lucas. They both learned the girl's name was Y/N and she used to attend their high school when she lived here. Jason technically wasn't single anymore and Lucas had a complicated thing going on with Max, but you couldn't blame a guy for staring.
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It's been two days since everyone was smitten by the girl in their heads. The group was meeting at the video store to wait for Steve and Robin to finish their shift before they headed to Steve's house for movie night.
When Dustin arrived, Robin and Steve seemed to be arguing.
" Steve I'm telling you, she's not interested in you. She was looking at me. " Robin huffed, to which Steve answered with an eye roll.
 "Once again, Robin, nothing about her screamed lesbian."
"People don't always look like lesbians, you dingus."
Dustin cut in—"what are you two fighting about today?" He asked as he placed his hat on the counter.
Steve stood tall, "Well, this hot babe was totally checking me out and Robin had the nerve to think she was checking her out. Which she so was not. "
Dustin's eyes lit up as he remembered the beautiful stranger he ran into. “Speaking of hot babes, I ran into this gorgeous girl at the grocery store. She smelled like a flower. " He gushed.
Steve cringed, "Dude, that's weird." Dustin rolled his eyes and huffed.
"What's weird?" Lucas asked as he walked up.
"Dustin, smelling cute girls at the grocery store." Robin answered as she flipped through a magazine .
Lucas laughed and agreed. " I saw this hot chick covered in tattoos walking her dog the other day." 
Robin began to wonder how randomly everyone was smitten by a girl. "Wait, all of us met a mysterious girl at the same time?" She asked out loud.
Everyone seemed confused about what she was asking. She rolled her eyes. "Guys, was her name Y/N?" To which everyone answered "yes" at once.
They all looked at one another.” Oh come on. Do you all like her? " Steve pouted.
"Like you had a chance, dude. I hear she's in college, too smart for you, " Dustin teased," to which Steve answered, "and too old for you." Dustin pouted at the truth in it. Lucas laughed, but it was cut off when Robin cut in,
 "And you have a girlfriend, so no for you. Which leaves me left”. Lucas rolled his eyes.
 All the guys said at the same time, "She's not a lesbian!" Robin held her arms up in surrender. " We don't know for sure." She tried to explain.
Then it all clicked in Steve's head. "Shit." He cussed. The group looked at him confused.
" She can't meet Eddie." He added to their confused stares. Dustin frowned, "Eddie's not a bad guy. Get over it."
Steve shook his head. " That's not what I meant. She is totally his type. The confidence, the tattoos, rings, leather jackets, and band tees. He'd go after her in a second. And with his looks, good hair, and dumb band, he'd so win. " Steve pouted harder as he crossed his arms.
 " Agreed. Let's plan to keep her away from Eddie Munson. "
Speak of the devil, and he will appear."Keep who away from me?" He asked as he walked up to the group.
The group went dead silent. Eddie started to get confused as everyone refused to make eye contact with him. He almost felt like he hadn't said anything out loud when Steve spoke up. "Dustin's mom. She'd freak if she met you and wouldn't let you hang with Dustin anymore."
The group quickly agreed with nodding heads. Eddie frowned, "Why, what's wrong with me?" Well, that backfired. Now Steve felt like an ass and Dustin quickly tried to save him.
 "Nothing at all. She's a very old-fashioned woman who thinks guys with long hair are no good. " Eddie nodded along, eyes questioning the group silently. He didn't believe a word that was said, but Lucas quickly turned the topic to basketball. And the weird interaction was not brought up again.
 Until the same thing happened that night as the group watched their movies. When Eddie excused himself to go to the bathroom, the group was talking in quiet whispers. Laughing, giggling, and slight arguing. He couldn't make out a word they were saying, and by the time he was close enough, they all went silent. He watched them closely. Everyone was pretending not to notice his stare and acting like the movie was the most entertaining thing they'd seen. " What's going on?" Again, silence. "Guys, seriously?" No one spoke up. Eddie was starting to feel very unwelcome in a group he thought were his friends. He was quiet the rest of the night, just as they all had been.
 The next day wasn't any better. Eddie was returning a horror film and was hoping to talk to Steve or Robin about what was going on. He spotted Robin, and she smiled at his entrance. He smiled back and handed over the movie .
Robin's smile was slapped off her face when she saw the title. It was the same exact movie Y/N rented a few days ago. She rolled her eyes. Another thing they'd have in common to talk about/
Eddie's big brown eyes didn't miss the smile vanish and eye roll. He felt his heart sting a bit in his chest. What has he done wrong? "Did I do something?" He quickly asked. Robin's head shot up with a quick smile. "Oh no nothing. I just hate this movie." and typed in the return. Her eyes were confused to see that it came up under Y/N's name. She eyed Eddie but kept quiet. The computer must have been glitching. She has not, nor has anyone seen them together. There's no way he'd met her and already had a date.
Eddie didn't quite believe Robin at all, but he let it go. As he headed to the shelves for a new film, he spotted Steve. "Hey Munson, how have you been?" Steve waved with a big smile.
Eddie eyed him suspiciously and said, " I'm fine. But what's up with you? And everyone else? You are all being weird with me."
 Steve shot the idea down and said he was just imagining things. But Eddie knew for a fact he didn't imagine Steve looking over Eddie's shoulder, a big grin lighting up his face, then back to Eddie with fear. Eddie went to question him again when Steve grabbed Eddie's hand and dragged him to another aisle.
Steve couldn't let Y/N see he was talking with Eddie. She'd come over to say hi and fall in love with the curly head next to him. So he dragged him into another aisle. "I think these movies are a better fit." He wished he had looked at the aisle first, because they were smack in the middle of the little girls' section. The racks are filled with pink princesses and unicorns. Eddie coughed awkwardly.
 "Yeah, little girl movies aren't quite my thing, Harrington." Steve laughed along, a blush on his cheeks. "You're right. Sorry about that. I thought you'd want to try something new. " And once he saw Y/N walk out the door, Steve quickly left the aisle without saying anything. Eddie felt his shoulders slump. There it was again. Leaving him in the dust without saying why.
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 Eddie went to the one person who he knew couldn't lie to him, Dustin. He cornered him in the hallway, by his locker. "Alright Dustin, tell me what's up with everyone before I shove your hat up your ass." He threatened
Dustin knew it was an empty threat, but he still shook in fear. A loud fake laugh left his throat, "Eddie, nothing is going on. You're just being silly. " Dustin was sweating underneath his hat. His palms were wet and his heart raced with anxiety. He wasn't good at lying to Eddie. It was like Eddie had these eyes that could see right through you. With another look, Dustin cracked.
 “Okay, there's a new girl and she's totally hot. And everyone has a crush on her, and none of us can go after her, except Steve, which sucks. But we didn't want to tell you because you'd so be her type and we didn't want you to start dating her. Because then I'd have this crush on your girlfriend and later it would be weird when you got married and had ki-" Eddie cut off the kids' rambling with a hand to his mouth.
"Slow down. I have no idea who you are talking about, so I definitely won't be getting married next week. and seriously? You guys were so afraid of competition that you all iced me out. That's so stupid. "
Dustin nodded, "It does sound stupid when you say it out loud." Eddie let out a laugh. “I'm sorry. And I know they are too. "
 Eddie winked at the apology and said, "I'm so going to use this against Harrington."
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 As Steve walked into work the next day, he was racked with anxiety. Robin could sense her friend was under great stress as he paced and stared down the door. 
"What's wrong with you now?" She asked as she picked at her nails.
"I'm going to ask her out." Her head snapped up at that. She had a huge disagreement on her tongue when Y/N walked up. A huge smile was sent to the both of them.
 Before she could say anything, Steve blurted out, "Would you go on a date with me?" 
All three of them went silent. Y/N was caught off guard by the sudden question. Robin was shocked Steve got the words out, and Steve was amazed that it came out in a real sentence.
 Before Y/N could speak up, a teasing voice came from behind her. laced with humor and mockery.
"Harrington, what are you doing asking out my girlfriend?" Eddie wrapped his arm around her shoulder with a smirk.
 Robin and Steve's jaw dropped. Their heads were filled with questions. Before they could ask, Dustin was running in, "Steve I'm sorry I spilled. I couldn't hold it an-Eddie? Y/N? " He looked at them puzzled, then his eyes grew large as he saw them cuddled close.
"EDDIE ? Y/N? " He screamed. Eddie covered his ears and Y/N laughed. She was very confused about what was going on.
"Um, what's going on?" She spoke up, from underneath her boyfriend's arm.
"Steve was asking you out on a date, honey, and you didn't answer him yet." Eddie knew he sounded like an ass, but this was just too good. Everyone was smitten with his girlfriend, and he didn't blame them. He was hooked on her the second he met her in high school.
 "I think we've got the answer, Eddie," Steve said, blushing. He spoke with a sharp tone.
"Wait, so you two are together? Since when? How do you know each other? " Robin asked, she thought Y/N was decently new to town.
"Oh Eddie, we go way back. We met in Hellfire during our sophomore year. We were best friends, then started dating in our junior year. We've been together since. " She smiled at the group. She loved talking about Eddie; it was one of her favorite things to do.
"You made a good impression, babe. You have gotten all my friends to crush on you within seconds of meeting you. " Edie smirked proudly. He finally had something in his life that everyone admired. And he was going to soak it all in.
Y/N blushed. She knew she was a pretty face, but she had no idea that everyone was so infatuated with her. "Wait baby, are these the friends that were making you upset?" She asked as she looked up into his eyes. She noticed his cheeks turning red. She embarrassed him. "Shit, sorry." She mumbled something into his neck as she shoved herself into his chest. 
He cuddled her closer, "It's fine and yes, they are. They probably didn't want us to meet because you'd fall for my good looks and guitar skills. And Stevie here didn't want the competition. " Eddie smirked towards Steve, who sent a death glare to Dustin in return.
 Y/N giggled at the explanation, "Well, for starters, Steve, you are a very handsome guy." Eddie cut her off with a pout, "Excuse me." She put her finger to his lips in return. 
“And I am flattered, but Eddie is it for me and that won't change. And for the rest of you, Eddie adores you, and I wish you hadn't singled him out because of me. I was always scared of leaving him in this town because the people are shitty. But when he'd call me and talk about his favorite kid, Dustin, some chick named Buckley, and his new hellfire boys, I was so happy he had people to take care of him. So please continue to take care of him when I'm gone. "
 The group felt even worse for leaving Eddie in the dark. Now knowing how much they meant to him, they all quickly apologized.
"Baby, that is even more embarrassing. We are leaving. " Eddie pouted as he grabbed her arm and led her to the door. She rolled her eyes and pecked his lips, which had turned into a frown. Feeling her lipstick mark on his lips caused him to smile. Eddie was never one for a quick kiss; he dove his tongue straight into her mouth without missing a beat. He heard gags from around him as he dove his hand into the back pocket of her tight jeans.
He pulled away and placed her ahead with his hand on her back as he was going to open the door. The door opened before them, and there stood Billy Hargrove. He checked Y/N up and down, and a smirk landed on his face.
Before he could even get a word out, the group and Eddie, all together, yelled "NO."
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coryosbaby · 3 months
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mmmmmmh i wanna teach coryo how to suck dick w sejanus as my toy to demonstrate and coryo and i make out w sejanus' tip between us
Just like Candy
content warning . 18+, mdni !!
note: idk if u wanted dom Sejanus but omfhgg i couldn’t stop thinking ab sub sej and sub coryo in this im literally rocking back and forth ab to rip my hair out bc why r they both so fine
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Coriolanus Snow and Sejanus Plinth are two big, intimidating men. At least, at first.
Though Sejanus is the sweetest angel he can be, his large stature is quite intimidating. Coriolanus is the smaller of the two, but the way his cold blue eyes stare into your soul as he talks gives you the impression that he’s a lot more dangerous than he lets on.
Coriolanus Snow and Sejanus Plinth are two big, intimidating men. And you have them completely at your mercy.
One of them—Sejanus— sits up against the headboard of your pretty pink bed. His girthy cock is sitting proudly against his stomach, the tip leaking drops of precum down his shaft. The other boy—Coriolanus— sits on his knees, watching as you take the other boy’s member into your hand. He watches curiously, examining. Today you’ll teach him how to make a man cum.
“Start slow.”
Your voice is gentle, but doesn’t stray away from being strict, too. Coriolanus— Coryo, as you like to call him— bites his lip shyly as he takes in his best friend’s impressive length. Coryo’s cock is average, maybe a bit bigger, but Sejanus’ is quite intimidating. He doesn’t know how he’ll be able to fit it all the way into his mouth.
He listens to you anyways. He knows what he himself likes, so he starts with that. Hesitantly, gently, he peppers small kisses along the tip of the other boy’s cock. Sejanus, ever the shy boy, lets out a whine before tilting his head back against the headboard. If he looks down and sees his gorgeous friend touching him, he’ll cum instantly.
Coryo makes sure to feel the skin of Sejanus’ cock on his lips, get used to the feeling of stringy precum coating them. He takes in this new, heady scent— Sejanus’ scent— and groans. His cock humps the sheets, desperate to get friction.
“Good,” you praise, your fingers wrapping around the boy’s blonde curls. “Doing so good, Coryo. Sejanus, why don’t you spread your legs some more, honey?”
The brunette obeys, spreading his thighs so Coryo can slot himself more in between them. You move to Sejanus’ side, your hand grabbing ahold of his to comfort him. He shoves his face into your neck, lets out tiny whines and gorgeous pleas.
Coryo’s tongue peeks out, just a bit. It lands on soft, engorged skin. He swirls it around the head, sticks the tip of his tongue into the slit. He tastes precum— warm, liquidy, salty. He likes it. He wants more.
He goes in too quickly. He downs Sejanus’ cock in one go, and the other boy whimpers, his hips surging off the mattress, as Coryo almost presses down against the base.
Almost. He sputters, his throat contracting, and drool spills out of his mouth as he quickly pulls up. You chuckle, reaching out to stroke his cheek as he recovers.
“I told you to go slow, remember?” You say. “Why don’t you try to take half first, hm? Maybe that’ll help, sweet boy.”
Coryo flushes, embarrassed. He uses his wrist to wipe his mouth. When he looks up at Sejanus, the boy is looking down at him for the first time since Coryo had touched him. He feels Sejanus’ cock twitch when he gazes into those sweet doe eyes and slips the warm member into his mouth again. He doesn’t break this intense eye contact, instead deciding to use it to his advantage. His palms splay across Sejanus’ thighs, watching the boy’s pretty face contorted in pleasure. He slides his mouth down halfway, pulls back up again. Coryo can see the way the boy’s thighs shake.
Sejanus speaks for the first time, something coherent. He mumbles your name, pulling you closer to him.
“Want you, too,” he sighs, burying his face into your neck. “Want your mouth, please?”
You smile, your lips grazing his neck as you press a soft, sweet kiss into it. You slide down next to Coryo, and he looks over at you and pulls off slowly.
You both seem to have the same idea. Your tongue lolls out and dances across the base of Sejanus’ cock, experienced and invigorating. Coryo’s tongue begins to clumsily run along the vein protruding down the middle.
When your tongues both meet, Coryo lets out a moan, desperately lapping at your tongue, Sejanus’ dick, anything he can get. Sejanus watches with fascination, his cheeks flaring, and he can feel his balls beginning to tighten from his upcoming orgasm. The salty taste of Sejanus on Coryo’s taste buds makes his eyes roll back, and Sejanus lets out a loud cry as he cums.
A smile dances across your lips, and you and Coryo fight with your mouths to see which one catches most of the boy’s creamy spend. His hips fuck up against the both of you, his hands deciding to grab onto Coryo’s blonde locks. The boy moans out, letting Sejanus glide his tip up and down the boy’s cum coated mouth. You pull away, licking your lips, and move your hand down to Coryo’s aching member. You begin to stroke him, rewarding him for getting his tummy full, and he collapses against Sejanus’ thigh. The brunette boy looks down tiredly, hand still in Coryo’s hair, and watches with a watering mouth as you bring the other to completion.
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creepling · 1 month
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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ dating digger harkness headcanons
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this is a very specific reader because i love the idea of this grimy hobo having a cute, smart girly partner that is the candy floss to his raccoon energy OKAYYY. also tcm shenanigans will be back shortly, i just had to give some love to a dc rogue like the old times<33
tags: feminine reader (wears dress, skirt, heels, mild makeup and has breasts and v) but gn pronouns. sugar daddy digger if you squint. reader is a jailbird. cuddling. pet name: birdie. smut under the cut - minors dni. polaroid nudes. (m) masturbation. thoughts of: oral (m receiving) and cowgirl.
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If you were to ask Digger the first thing he noticed about you, his caveman mind would be objectifying. But your ass did look very flattering in your skirt and the smile you shot his way was the cherry on top. He likes them sweet and innocent, you like them rugged and dangerous. It was a match made in hell heaven.
After a few dates spent in dingy pubs and lover’s lanes, he was enamoured by you. He’s never had someone look at him the way you do. Eyes full of light, glistening at the sight of him. You always welcomed him with open arms, practically throwing yourself at him. He liked how easy you were to pick up, and the way you wrapped your limbs around him. How your soft skin blushes red against his scruffy neck. No matter the setting, you sat so close to him that you were more or less on his lap. He wraps his arms around you, or has a hand on your thigh, letting nearby acquaintances know you belong together. Digger thinks to himself, “I got so fucking lucky.”
His love languages are primarily gift-giving and physical touch. More times than you can count, Digger has fallen asleep on top of you. Either on the couch, while watching a movie or he found a way to snake between your legs while sleeping, he has a habit of using you like a pillow. You developed a kinship in moments like this where you play with his hair, massaging your fingers into the nape of his neck or twirling the strands that curtain his temples. You muse at his sleep-full hums, watching this rogue unwind under your touch, satisfied like a dog receiving pets. The gift-giving is when his rogue side is on high voltage. He wants to give you the world, shower you with jewels, let you wear the best of gear. “You want diamonds? Yeah, I’ll get you diamonds,” He’ll muse, mixing his pleasures with yours. When he robs a bank, the majority of his stolen dollars has been spent on you since you met him. Did your car get towed? He bought you a new one, along with the insurance. Need a new dress for the weekend? He’s got you sorted, along with heels and a bag to match. “Can’t have my bird in peasant clothes!” He protests, “Not with that cracken’ bod.” Queue the wink.
He loves showing you off, chuffed that he proved his doubters wrong that he could settle down and have a gorgeous significant other. “What they see in you, I don’t know . . .” They say, whether that be Deadshot, King Shark, heck even Amanda is amazed by it. He keeps candid polaroids of you in his pocket on the job, looking at them when he misses you. He squeezes the unicorn plushie you gifted him when he is stressed, anything to feel your presence when you’re half the world away. A shit-eating grin on his face when people tease him about his love for you, using it to embarrass him. “Awh, it’s puppy love,” Harley cooes, and Digger nods, all chuffed with himself.
Digger gave you the nickname “Birdie” because well . . . You’re a jailbird. He is in prison for heinous crimes, after all! Oh, is he touched-starved when you’re standing there, pretty face to the phone, separated by glass and talking in your voice that melts him like butter. His eyes are eating you up, desperate to have his hands on you. He’ll do all the suicide missions going to shred off the jail time, to get closer to the day his lips are kissing yours. Blackmailing Amanda to get you the best of the best, pay off college debt, holidays abroad, and spoil you when he cannot. “Oh, Birdie, when I get out of here I’m not letting you out of my sight, you’re stuck with me.” He groans, drunk on love. All you do is smile, sliding a pack of Polaroids under the screen when the guards aren’t looking. “Have these to tide you over in the meantime,” you tease. Digger rushes back to his cell, flipping through the photos. First were of you in dresses that were his favourites, the type of ones that are flowy and floral, framing you so delicately. They get more desirable as he flips them over, and his eyes lull in lust.
Digger loves the dirty photos you send him, it drives him fucking insane. It’s good to keep you fresh in his mind, but it borders on teasing just having you to look at. He didn’t have the brightest imagination, but this was good practice. Imagine how soft your thighs are under his callous hands, what your lips taste like with the lipgloss you have on. Your delicate hands trace his bulge, your touch replacing his heavy-handed grasp. Bucking into your hands as he sucks your breasts, teasing your nipples, muttering how perfect you are. His sweet little birdie, all belonging to him. Your eagerness proves your devotion. You take his infamous size so well, your spit coating his cock as your tongue swirls around his pulsing tip. As he wanks himself off, muffling his groans, he has the faintest memory of your cunt. How wet you always were for him, how eager you bounced on his cock. His eyes closed as he pumped his cock faster, edging to the echoes of past moans you chanted in his ear.
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radioactiveinvisible · 2 months
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okay I'd actually scream and shout and let it all out (little bit of musical comedy for ya) if you did this
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i have so many thoughts about Reid and Morgan (specially earlier seasons)
hi!, so, this wasn't a request. it was more like i read @star-mum's gorgeous, gorgeous tags and couldn't not write them. and since she mentioned morgan and reid in earlier seasons... ta-dá. here's something. also, i made it with glasses!reid bc OF COURSE i would.
spencer reid x fem!reader word count: 1.5k summary: a gentle tug in spencer's tie should be enough for him to focus again, right? warnings(?): english is not my first language. also, there's made-up case information. i hope it makes some sense.
Morgan toys with the candy wrapper around his fingers as frustration toys with his head. He can feel how his shoulders are heavy with tension. After this case, he’s definitely going to remodel a new house. The pieces do not want to fit together as if they were wiring that is impossible to fix.
“Why would the UnSub imply that this twin is the sweetest?” JJ thinks out loud, plopping down into the nearest chair. “It’s not. He didn’t even run to hug his parents when he was released. So why the candy?”
The state police department called the FBI two days ago about a strange kidnapping case. Two kids. Correction, two twins. Fifteen hours later, one of them was released. He was left at the door of his school, between the two white bastions of the United States and State flags. In one fist he had a crumpled yellowish paper, and in the other a sticky wrapper. On the piece of paper, it reads can we exchange the bright days for the dark ones? written in a rehearsed calligraphy of black ink. The letters’ curves are careful, but not perfect, and there are ink-splashed dots that reveal his lack of expertise over the quill.
“The wrapper,” you point out, in a small but firm voice. You clear your throat. “The candy wrapper.”
You’re pretty, Morgan thinks. Enough for his eyebrow to rise and Reid’s cheeks to blush. Morgan has no problem separating his emotions from his work, so your siren-like gaze and silky voice don’t affect him. However, Reid seems to stutter more than usual whenever your velvety perfume is around. Morgan doesn’t mean to sound disrespectful, because if anyone asked him, he’d say you’re perfectly professional. And, also, fast. You follow the team’s conversation intently, absorbing every word. For a detective who has had no training in profiling, you are skilled and look promising.
But then again, you haven’t received the same behavioral training as them. You don’t know about the micro gestures that give you away, so you can’t do anything to hide them. You don’t even know you have to hide them. So, in a room full of profilers, your soft spot for Reid is written on neon signs. The whole team sees it. Minus, of course, the boy genius. Oh, if only this case wasn’t drilling into Morgan’s temples...
“Detective L/N is right,” Reid nods. “Maybe the UnSub is implying the exact opposite. It’s shallow. It’s an empty sweetness.”
“Alright, pretty boy, where does that leave us?” Morgan asks, setting the wrapper down on the table.
“I- I don't know,” Reid mutters. His attention refocuses on the evidence board. His eyes review the yellow note again and again. His eidetic memory can confidently name every dot splashed in its Cartesian coordinates. The problem is that the clock hands seem to move faster than the gears in Reid’s brain.
You cautiously approach the board, stopping at Reid’s side. His posture changes immediately. It is, in fact, uncomfortable to watch. His spine restarts with an electric hum and he vibrates nervously next to you. It’s as if he can’t decide if he is resisting the electromagnetic force you exert on him or if both of you have the same magnetic charge: fated to dance in orbit, but never to touch. On second thought, he’d like to bet that you two are polar opposites because then the meeting is inevitable.
You make a small sound, almost like a laugh, and Reid can’t help but look at you curiously. His gaze doesn’t take you by surprise, which makes him blush. “It looks like a constellation,” you explain, pressing your neat fingernail against the yellowed piece of paper.
And then Morgan sees it happen. The light of recognition lights up in Reid’s eyes. Or maybe it’s just the fluorescent light flickering in his glasses. His nervousness is intercepted by the certainty of his knowledge.
“It is a constellation,” Reid confirms. “They are not ink stains. It’s Gemini. We had profile that the UnSub is a twin, but now we could narrow it down to those who have knowledge of mythology, especially Roman and Greek, who used to-“
Hotch holds his hand up as he presses the speed dial. Reid’s face turns into a rueful grimace. And you notice. “Garcia, narrow your list to twins with some degree of knowledge of Greek and Roman mythology.”
“That should be easy, honestly how many-“ Garcia’s voice breaks off in surprise. “Oh. There's a match. A couple of twins are both professors of mythology. Cesar and Patricio Makris, how fitting. Hmm. Digging, digging- oh, one of them recently got published.”
“Which one?” Emily says.
“That would be… Patricio,” Garcia answers back. “Patricio’s also married and has two beautiful babies. Oh, the pictures are so cute-“
“Garcia, what about Cesar?” Hotch asks.
“Right. Uh… no significant other. No family. No pet either, if you were wondering.”
“So we are seeing a typical case of an outshadow kid by the bright brother?” Rossi’s voice can’t hide the sarcasm.
“I think that might be. And he’s choosing to save the sweet one. No because the UnSub or the released twin are sweet persons, but because they’re Pollux, which literally translates to very sweet. Also, Pollux was the immortal one, yet Castor was more popular and-“ Reid is shushed again.
“But both are the exact same. Same looks, same jobs, same conditions,” JJ says.
“And yet, one has everything and the other none of it,” Emily adds. “And if one of them was recently published…”
“We have our stressor,” Rossi says, keys already in hand.
“Babygirl, could you-“
“Already sent. Gosh, it’s like no one of you knows me.”
“Alright,” Hotch is quickly to distribute the team. “Morgan, Reid take Cesar’s house. Rossi, Emily go to the university. Me and JJ are going to pay Patricio’s place a visit.”
The room empties in a matter of seconds, but Morgan and Reid remain standing without moving. Morgan jumps into action almost without thinking. It is his nature to be on the move. But it’s also his nature to listen to his instincts. And there’s something disturbing in Reid’s expression that doesn’t allow him to move forward.
“What is it, pretty boy?” Morgan asks.
Reid’s gaze focuses on you before jumping to Morgan.
“The twins’ names are Roman, without a doubt. But their last name is Greek. And the main stars of Gemini are Castor and Pollux. However, if we follow the Latin line we land on romantic languages, Spanish one of them. Exchange bright days for dark ones. Dark days in Spanish is días oscuros, which phonetically is pretty similar to dioscuros, which means Zeus’ sons. Actually, there are several versions of this myth, and the paternity of the twins is widely discussed-“
There’s a small tug that stops Reid. Your fingers hold the end of his tie and your nails lightly scratch the fabric. Reid blinks. He feels like he is being electrocuted. In fact, if Morgan looks hard enough, he’d swear he’s seeing Reid’s brain melt and slip through your fingers.
“Pretty boy,” you croon. On your tongue, the nickname sounds lethal. It disarms him and leaves him gasping for air. “Focus.” You add a small, final tug to his tie, which may or may not have brought Reid a couple of inches closer to you. Now you both share breaths.
“Y-yeah, sorry,” Reid inhales sharply, but he does not step back. “Uh- oh, so, basically, the word exchange got me thinking- In one version of the myth, Pollux and Castor share Pollux’s immortality. But for that, they have to take turns on Earth while the other is in Hades. There is a cemetery nearby. I think there’s a larger probability they’re there than at Cesar’s house. After all, today’s July 15th, the central day of their celebration in Greek culture.” He says the last part in Morgan’s direction, unable to hold the weight of your gaze for another second.
Morgan doesn’t answer.
“Uh, Morgan?” Reid tries again. “We should check the cemetery as well-“
“Right,” Morgan nods slowly. With new leads on the way, the case doesn’t seem so impossible and Morgan’s smile widens. Oh, pretty boy. “Let’s go.”
Morgan turns around. He’s going to tell Garcia that you’re not strictly professional. And she’s going to love it. And, as far as Spencer is concerned, he should know that he’s banned from all the casinos in Las Vegas for good reason. His bets never lose. And opposite poles always meet. Your fingers tangled in his tie are proof enough. And would a kiss be too much?, Spencer thinks, after all, it’d be for science purposes.
“C’mon, pretty boy, we don’t have all day!” Morgan calls him.
You move towards the door without letting go of his tie and the only explanation you offer him is a smirk. Reid’s heart is going to explode. Yes, it would be too much. He could die. But he might wanna try anyway.
i didn't tag anyone bc this is a different reader, this is not part of longing glances!au, so mhm. i didn't want to bother anyone tagging them in something they didn't ask. thanks for reading. <3
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valeskafics · 5 months
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"Sweet, Sugar, Candyman" - Tom Bennett x Singer!Reader
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a/n: midterms are over and YA BITCH IS BACKKKKKKKKKK 😈😈😈
Summary: Tom happens upon the bar where you're singing and is instantly taken with you.
TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cigarette usage, drinking, simp tom lmao
Word Count: 2,730 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the World On Fire characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️
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Shore leave is always the best part of a sailor’s time at sea. Tom could practically kiss the ground when he disembarks from the HMS Exeter. A spring in his step, he walks with some of his brothers in arms to the nearest pub, ready to treat himself to a drink, and if he’s lucky, a pretty girl looking to thank him for his service. 
He frowns slightly when he enters the pub, seeing a distinct lack of female company, and immediately heads to the bar, ordering himself a drink, anticipating yet another uneventful night. That is, until the lights go down and it's announced that this bar offers live entertainment and tonight "everyone's favorite songbird" will be performing. The lights go up and his jaw drops when he sees you, the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen in his entire life, standing in front of the microphone, lips painted red, hair done up, wearing a slinky black dress.
Tom sits up a little straighter, staring at you from across the bar, a moth drawn into your flame with just one look at you.
And when you begin singing? God help him.
Your voice is smoky and sultry as you croon into the microphone, your hips swaying to the beat of the song, “Never know how much I love you. Never know how much I care. But when you put your arms around me, I get a fever that’s so hard to bear. You give me fever.”
His jaw drops slightly when you lock eyes with him, giving him a little wink.
“Fever when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight. Fever in the morning, fever all through the night.”
You’re like a siren, he thinks, and he’s just the humble sailor who’s been ensnared in your thrall. Tom’s gaze on you is intense as you continue singing, that voice of yours driving him absolutely insane with lust, the crowd wolf whistling and cheering you on. But Tom knows that your eyes are on him as you continue.
“Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night, I light up when you call my name,” his eyes go wide as you point in his direction before moving your hands to your hips, caressing your curves as you sing, “And you know I’m going to treat you right, you give me fever.”
Tom barely hears the rest of the lyrics to the song, rather, he just stares at you, nearly salivating at the thought of being with you and getting you all hot and bothered like that fever you’re singing about. You want him. He knows it. No one looks at someone they don’t want the way you were looking at him.
Before he knows it, it’s time for your final song of the night and he feels almost pained at the idea that your performance is nearing its end. He’s surprised by the upbeat jazzy tune, a change from the slower, sexier songs you were playing, but the lyrics to this song prove far more risque than anything you’ve sung so far, your hips shaking to the beat.
“Sweet, sugar, candy man. I met him out for dinner on a Friday night. He really got me working up an appetite. He had tattoos up and down his arm. There’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm.”
You wink at him as you’re singing, his cheeks flushing slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he taps his foot along with the beat of the song, completely captivated.
“Well, by now I’m getting all bothered and hot. When he kissed my mouth, he really hit the spot,” you belt, those red lips of yours looking more kissable than ever, “He had lips like sugar cane, good things come for boys who wait. Candy man, candy man.”
Tom thinks, if it were possible, his jaw would be unhinged, his tongue hanging out with how he’s looking at you right now. The lyrics of your song have him dying to take you into his arms and kiss you, wanting to show you that his lips are just as sweet as you’re singing about, to show you that he can be the good boy who waits.
“He’s a one stop, gotcha hot, makin’ all the panties drop, he’s a one stop, got me hot, makin’ my uh pop.” Tom licks his lips, loving the suggestive turn the lyrics have taken, his eyes boring into yours as you finish singing, “He’s a one stop shop with a real big, he’s a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candy man.”
You take your final bow, giving the crowd a cheeky smile, blowing them a kiss. The crowd cheers, but no one is louder than Tom, whistling and all but screaming your praises. You’re gorgeous, full of attitude, and have the voice of an angel. He’s pretty sure he’s halfway in love with you already as you make your way to the bar, taking a seat beside him. His throat goes dry and he shifts in his chair slightly, hoping that his hard-on isn’t too obvious. Then, you speak to him, your voice playful and sultry as you address him and his fellow navy men.
“Any of you handsome sailors got a light for a lady in need?”
Tom makes sure he’s the one who gets to you first, his eyes locked on yours as he replies, “I do.” He leans forward, lighting your cigarette, never once looking away as he murmurs, “The name’s Tom. Tom Bennett.”
You introduce yourself before those gorgeous lips of yours wrap around the cigarette. You take a drag, exhaling a ring of smoke, the red lip stain you leave behind on the cigarette making Tom think of other things he wouldn’t mind seeing your lipstick on.
You order yourself a drink, turning to Tom once it arrives, smirking slightly when you see his intense eyes already on you, “How long are you on leave, Tom Bennett?”
He grins at the question, leaning forward to speak to you in a low voice, “Just a few days. This navy sailor has to go to defend your very freedom, you know.”
You gaze up at him through your lashes, a coy smile playing on your lips, so sensual and needing Tom’s kiss in his opinion, as you ask, “Oh, you’re going to be out there, risking your life for our country?”
He nods, arching a brow, “Yes, that’s right.”
His gaze moves from those seductive eyes of yours to your lips and back again. Every part of you that he can see is beautiful, and he can’t help but want more.
Then, his heart nearly stops when you lean in, resting a hand on his chest, your voice a soft purr as you state, “I suppose the women of England owe you their thanks.”
Tom swallows thickly, resting his hand over yours, “I think I’d like some of that gratitude personally from you, Miss.”
You giggle, batting your lashes at him, “Do I? Wasn’t my performance enough, handsome?”
He chuckles, shaking his head, his lips so close to yours that they’re almost touching, “It was incredible, but it wasn’t enough. I need more.”
“Are you asking for a private show?” you murmur, brushing your nose against his, your breath tickling his lips just enough to send a shiver up and down his spine.
His tongue darts out to lick his lips, his eyes still on yours as he replies, “Perhaps I am.”
Tom nearly pouts as you pull back slightly, hoping and praying that he hasn’t scared you off, a Cheshire cat smile painted on his face when you suggest, “Fancy a nightcap at my flat, sailor?”
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The walk back to your apartment isn’t particularly eventful, but Tom has never been so excited in his life. You engage him in conversation as the two of you walk and he finds that he wants to hear everything that you have to say, whether it’s your political opinions or silly little anecdotes about your time singing at the bar. He loves that he feels like he actually knows you by the time the two of you reach your humble flat. He follows you up the stairs, doing his best not to stare at your arse, though it’s quite impossible for him.
“It’s nothing spectacular,” you declare as you open the door to the cozy apartment, “But it’s home. And it’s all mine.”
He steps inside, soaking in the warm and inviting atmosphere, taking you by the hand, inhaling the floral scent of your sweet perfume, committing every bit of this moment to memory. He never wants to forget this night. You inform him that the loo is the first door on the left, should he need to freshen up while you fix the drinks, which he rushes to do. Tom splashes some water on his face, nearly pinching himself, wanting to make sure this isn’t all a dream. He takes a deep breath, counts to three, and heads back to the kitchen.
There you are, standing there in that black dress, looking so perfect as you pour two glasses of wine. He can’t resist and comes up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin in the crook of your neck.
He hears you giggle, teasing him, “My, my, my, aren’t we awfully forward?”
Tom smiles to himself, his heart pounding in his chest as he begins to kiss your neck, lips moving across your soft skin, “Am I?”
He lets out a low moan when you move your hand back to run it through his hair, your nails scratching his scalp ever so lightly, “I like a man who knows what he wants.”
His eyes flutter shut, lips still on your neck as he nips at your skin gently, wanting to leave his mark on you, wanting everyone to know it was Tom Bennett who spent the night with the most gorgeous woman in the city. You gently push him away and turn around to face him, a smirk on your lips.
“Down, boy.”
Tom gives you a cheeky grin, reaching a hand out to move behind your neck, pulling you back into him, whispering in your ear, “You make it impossible for a man to control himself, love, you know that?”
He’s taken slightly by surprise as you pull him in for a kiss, your soft, plush lips meeting his, dancing against them slowly and sensually, your arms wrapping around him, bodies pressed together. Tom feels like he’s on cloud nine as his free hand moves to your waist, squeezing slightly, breaking apart only when he absolutely needs to breathe.
“We should take this slow,” you murmur, eyes glimmering with mischief so that Tom is fully aware you’re teasing him.
“We should,” he says before pulling you in for another kiss.
Tom’s hands move to the hem of your dress, sliding up to caress the back of your thighs as he continues kissing you, his tongue moving against yours in a near perfect rhythm. His hands move higher and he squeezes at the supple flesh of your arse, groaning against your lips at the feeling, his pants growing uncomfortably tight at the thought of what you must look like under that pretty black dress.
“God, how are you so damn perfect?” he asks between kisses.
“Nobody’s perfect,” you pause before winking, “But I’m pretty damn close.”
“Well, I think you’re perfect,” he looks at you with a sly grin, hands moving under the fabric of your knickers to feel your bare skin, “God, you feel so good…”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Tom Bennett,” you moan as he pushes you up onto the counter.
Your lips are locked together in a passionate, fiery kiss. You’ve never been kissed like this before and neither has Tom, the feeling being altogether new and intense as you tug at his navy uniform. Tom decides to tease you a bit, instead, moving to trace his fingers over your still clothed pussy, feeling the way you squirm against him, how wet you are for him, knowing that if you were any less prideful, you’d be begging him to just fuck you already. You buck your hips against his fingers, moaning his name as he kisses your neck, biting down on your soft skin.
“You make me lose control,” he murmurs as he pushes your knickers down, touching your bare skin with a low groan, “Fuck, love, you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”
You nod, hands moving to his trousers, making quick work of them, giving his cock a few quick strokes, loving how hard and heavy he feels against your hands. Tom thinks he could cum right then and there with how your soft, petite hands look as you spread his precum over the tip of his cock, licking your lips. He would love to see those pretty red lips wrapped around him, but not right now. Not when he’s so fucking desperate for you.
He spins you around, bending you over the counter. Tom’s grasps at his cock, guiding himself inside your bare cunt, sheathing himself inside you with one fluid thrust. You throw your head back against his chest, his large hands slide under your dress, moving to palm at your tits, squeezing the soft flesh, his face buried in your neck as he pounds into you. Your own hand moves to your pearl, circling it as Tom continues fucking you with abandon, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside you that has you all but screaming his name with delight as he brings you closer and closer to your peak.
“Feel so perfect around me,” he hisses in your ear, “Fuck, fuck, so good…”
“Tom,” you breathe, “Fuck…”
The sound of skin slapping against skin and heavy breathing fills the room, then your joint noises of pleasure as you reach your peak, squeezing around him so tight that it triggers his own release. The two of you stand there, catching your breath for a moment before you turn to face him, pulling him into a soft kiss, not wanting the night to end. Tom returns the kiss with renewed vigor, hands moving to your waist, holding you close to him, wanting nothing more than to have you again.
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The next morning, he wakes up in your bed, you curled up against his chest. He sighs contentedly, arms wrapping around you as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. Your eyes flutter open as he runs a hand through your hair.
“Would you mind if I wrote to you while you’re gone?”
Tom’s grin is so bright that it threatens to blind you as he nods, “Of course I wouldn’t mind. I’d love it. I’ll write you back. Every week,” he leans in, pressing his forehead against yours, “I’ve never connected with anyone like this. Never felt like this before. Please don’t forget me while I’m gone.”
You nod before whispering, “Don’t go finding some other girl at the next port,” you request, kissing his jaw, “Remember there’s a girl singing in a bar waiting for you?”
He nods eagerly, pressing his lips to yours, holding you close, “I won’t forget you. I could never forget you. I don’t want to be just some boy you spent the night with. I want to be the boy you marry and have kids with,” he knows he’s letting himself get carried away but he continues, “I can picture it. You, me, three kids, a nice house…”
“We barely know each other,” you laugh softly.
Tom’s gaze is desperate as he speaks, I know… But I know you feel it too. Something about you and me is just… Right.” He looks away, cheeks slightly flushed, “Sorry, I’m just too nervous, too excited.”
You shake your head, gently turning him back to face you, “Don’t be embarrassed. I feel it too.”
A soft smile spreads across his face, his mind racing, “We’ll write to each other, and I’ll come right back to you, love. And I’ll ask you to marry me.” His gaze is uncharacteristically earnest as he whispers in your ear, “Let me have you, forever… Please?”
You smile, kissing the tip of his nose before murmuring in response, “You had me the minute you lit my cigarette, Tom Bennett."
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koisuko · 5 months
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can i get headcanons of petnames the earthrealm gang and others would give their S/O?
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Note: these are all predictions based on my observations of their behaviors, some also inspired by others, let me know if you feel they are inaccurate!
tw: none, fluff, fem leaning pet names, this is a long one *sweats*
ft. Liu Kang, Bi-han, Kuai Liang, Raiden, Tomas, Kenshi, Johnny, Kung Lao
Bi-Han
Dove, wife, love, my heart, my snowflake, little warrior, my queen, little mouse, hun, gem, beloved, blossom
this man is not one for open acts of affection Infront of others, these would be in private most likely. But when he's around you, behind closed doors, he's a real softy. He also gives me possessive vibes, so this inspired some. (Due to his closed off demeanor, this was by far the hardest to decipher.)
Kuai Liang
my heart, my love, little flame, baby, beauty, my queen, little dragon, my one, darling, firefly/dragonfly
Like his brother, he would keep open acts of affection to a minimum. Not because he's uncomfortable showing it, he would just rather keep those special moments between the two of you. Although, he is more than willing to show how much he loves you Infront of others.
Tomas Vrbada
my love, baby, koloušek (little deer), sweetheart, angel, my queen, honey, beautiful
Tomas would most likely be more open than his brothers, showing affection whenever he's in your presence. He definitely gives me the vibe that he would be very soft, gentle, and shy when using these with you however.
Johnny Cage
dream girl, honey, hot stuff, doll face, kitty/kitten, sexy, beautiful, smoke show, my girl, baby/baby girl/babe, the mrs. , sweetheart, princess, wonder woman, good lookin', my superstar, eye candy
Johnny is by far the most open, PDA isn't even in his dictionary. If you're their, he's calling you all of the above with no shame. He hopes people are looking when he kisses you in public and calls you princess. He wants everyone around to know you're his and his only. (Johnny is an open book so he was the easiest to come up with)
Liu Kang
my treasure, my queen, my love, my heart, jewel, goddess, my everything, my one, my light, beloved, lovely, gem
Liu Kang is a busy man, working as earthrealm's protector and god of fire and all. When he gets the chance to, however, he's holding you close and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He is a very humble man, and sees his s/o as someone to worship, someone he holds dearly to his heart and would show this any chance he gets. Pet names, holding hands, and gentle hugs in public are the farthest he goes, he is respectful and would rather keep his private life well..private.
Raiden
my love, beautiful, darling, my queen, my spark, sunshine, angel, precious, lovely, little butterfly, my one
Raiden would be much like Liu Kang and Tomas, showing only soft affection with a shy smile in public and keeping his full love for you hidden from prying eyes. Like Liu Kang, he is very respectful and would also worship his lover. If his love wanted his to show more affection in public? Consider it done, although expect a deep red to engulf his face in a rush of embarrassment if anyone (cough cough johnny) teases him on the matter.
Kenshi Takahashi
baby, love, honey, sweetheart, angel, princess, beautiful/gorgeous, wife, cutie, my rose, pretty, my girl
Kenshi is possessive, within limits, not overly so but you are his and his only. He will show his affection in public through hand holding, forehead kisses, long hugs, and lots of small sweet kisses on your lips and face. He will most likely point out all of his favorite features about you, one kiss at a time. He would still prefer to keep it private, but if someone oversteps, he's pulling you close and calling you his.
Kung Lao
love, baby, honey, sweetheart, doll, beautiful, honey/hun, candy, blossom, baby cakes, hot stuff, dumpling, cutie, cupcake
Kung Lao is a foodie, expect a lot of nicknames related to food. His cocky behavior shows in the nicknames he gives, giving you sarcastic and joking nicknames in public, causing a bit of banter between you two. In private he's letting you know you're his, in the softest way possible. He's very respectful of women in particular, he would never call you names to hurt your feelings, especially you being his special someone.
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The Orange.
You and Jake share an orange. He’s in love with you.
Part 2 - For Eternity.
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Pairing - Jake Seresin x female reader
Warnings - None
Word Count - 2047
Masterlist. Requests.
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The air conditioning rattles gently, keeping you company. You’re sat at the bar of The Hard Deck, reading the book that’s been sitting forgotten on your nightstand for months. Outside, you can hear the cheering and yelling coming from the Dagger Squad, who are playing their new favourite game – Dog Fight Football. Ever since Maverick introduced it, they’ve been hooked, finding any reason to gather at the beach and take each other down.
You man the bar while Penny sits on the beach, watching her partner and his team sprint across the sand. Inevitably, soon they’ll all come running inside, requesting water, beer, and popsicles to cool their heated skin and flushed faces. You prefer to shelter yourself away from the sun during the day, and make the most of the warm summer nights that seem to last forever. You’re already mentally planning your evening – you’ll finish your shift, grab a drink, and walk down the beach, perhaps taking your book with you. You’ll sit on the cooling sand, rest your legs, and stay there until the ocean breeze gives you your cue to leave. You’ll offer Jake to join you, and he’ll make a big show of being sarcastically reluctant – but he’ll never say no to you. Those sunset conversations have become the best part of your days – and his.
Your friendship with Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin is a seemingly unlikely one. Arrogant, charming, decorated Naval Aviator meets intelligent, determined, stubborn waitress. When the Dagger Squad arrived in town for the uranium mission, Penny had given you a sarcastic, but slightly genuine warning.
“You better watch out, you know”, she says in passing one night. You quirk your eyebrow at her questioningly.
“These pilots. They’re gonna be all over you. Fresh new eye candy for them to fight over.” She winks at you cheekily and leaves you to serve another customer.
You knew it was always just convenience, for the Aviators. You were pretty, and witty, and served them their drinks every night. You were in their line of sight. They didn’t really want you, you were just available. Easy. Or so you thought.
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin showed up that night with the confidence of ten men. The minute he laid eyes on you, you felt it. Some sort of shift. A crack in your universe.
He’d sidled up to the bar with a swagger in his walk that should have been off putting – but strangely wasn’t. The moment you heard that thick drawl flow like honey from his lips, you knew you’d have to use every ounce of self control you possessed. He was gorgeous.
And cocky.
The man had gotten accustomed to having women throw themselves at his feet. All he had to do was flash that gleaming smile, and he’d have girls dropping their barriers – and their underwear. He was a ladies man, and he knew it. You were aware he only ever spent a night with them – having had to rescue him from many awkward confrontations at the bar, usually along the lines of, “why didn’t you call me back?” and “you said you’d make breakfast!”.
You, however, became the exception to his rule. You didn’t expect anything from him, just his kindness, which he would happily give you by the tonne. Your kindness though, is what started your friendship in the first place. Or maybe it was stupidity. You were still deciding.
It was a Friday night at The Hard Deck. The Squad were over by the pool tables, drinking, and throwing darts. You’d been subtly watching Hangman from your position behind the bar. He was bragging to Coyote about being able to hit the bullseye with his eyes closed, and proceeded to demonstrate. He closed his eyes, hit the target, and reopened them to be met with an angry brunette with a point to prove.
“Excuse me, Hangman! You think you can just sneak out of my house, not call me, and then come in here and play darts like nothing happened?”
She jabs her finger angrily into his chest, but he doesn’t move. Stubborn man.
“Sweetheart,” he drawls, “let’s not do this here. I’m sorry I didn’t call. But I thought you knew; it was just a one time thing.”
He lays his charm on thick, and you see her falter for a minute. You’re almost willing her to give up, and save herself the inevitable embarrassment. But lo and behold, she continues.
She’s shouting now, yelling about his treatment of women, and how he should be ashamed, how he led her on with his false intentions. His squad are watching silently, attempting to stifle the laughter that threatens to bubble up between them. Javy has managed to take a few subtle steps back, as if to get as far away as possible from the danger zone.
She’s still yelling, and he’s just stood there, with that damned smirk on his face, taking it. You know whatever he’s going to say next is undoubtedly going to shred the poor girl’s self confidence, so, without much thought, you move from behind the bar, and make your way to the scene.
Placing your hand on his ridiculously toned bicep, you look up at him, praying that he’ll understand what you’re trying to silently say. You’re saving him.
“Babe, what’s going on?”, you ask cluelessly, as if you hadn’t been watching the entire situation unfold from mere feet away.
“Babe?”, she yells, more at the universe than at either of you.
Jake, for once, doesn’t quite know what to say. So, you continue.
“Yeah. I have no idea what’s happening, but I think we should talk.”
You look at him pointedly, and he seems to get the message. You apologise to the girl quickly, and drag Jake away, through the bar and out of the back door, into the cool evening air. You speak before he has the chance to.
“Please, Hangman. Keep your soap opera disaster of a love life out of my bar. No one wants to see it.”
It’s your turn now to jab your pointer finger into his chest. You expect him to snap back with a sarcastic remark, or to laugh. But he doesn’t. He just looks at you. Really looks. As if he’s seeing you for the first time, despite you serving him his beers every time he comes into the bar. Eventually, he speaks.
“You really are an angel, aren’t you?”
It’s your turn to look at him now. That wasn’t what you expected. You scoff, and raise your eyebrows at him.
“Seriously, Jake. It isn’t my business what you do with your spare time, but please, save us all from having to watch the car crash every week.”
He laughs. A real, genuine, hearty laugh, that settles itself into your ribs, into the cavity of your chest. You’ve never heard him laugh like that. It makes you like him more. Damn.
“I’m kinda done with it all anyway.”
“Done with what?”
“The sleeping around. One night stands. None of those girls are half as interesting or half as pretty as you.”
He’s looking at you again. You’re determined not to let him get under your skin, so you bark,
“Yeah, right. Bet you say that to all the girls, huh, Seresin?”
He laughs, and then pauses, million dollar smile still etched on his face.
“I’m serious. You won’t have to rescue me like that again, Angel. That’s a promise.”
He winks at you, and you swat his arm, before grabbing his hand and leading him back inside.
That was months ago.
Since then, you’ve spent an increasing amount of time with him. Laughing, joking, teasing. His friendship is more valuable than his weight in gold, you’re convinced, and you lower your guard ever so slightly. He’s worth letting in. You know he is. Warnings be damned.
You smell him before you see him when he enters the bar. He smells like cologne, salt, and sunshine – so distinct, so Jake. You’d bottle it up if you could, store a vial in every room in your house.
You feel him before you see him when he makes his way over to you. Feel his body get closer, the heat radiating off him. You can almost feel the salt on his skin when he plasters himself against your back, kissing the top of your head affectionately.
“Mmm, you smell good. What you reading, Angel?”
He’s moved to sit on the stool next to you. At this angle, you get a better look at him. He’s not wearing a shirt, golden skin on display. Begging for you to touch it, run your fingers along it, your tongue. You know he’d taste like the ocean and the sky simultaneously. Sunshine boy.
You pull yourself back to reality, and show him the cover of your book.
“Ah, smart girl.”
The praise lights up your bones, seems to settle into your ribs. You know, like all friendship does.
You look at him, and clock him watching you. He’s looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.
Jake Seresin is in love with you.
You can see it clear as day, all of a sudden. Like you’ve been looking at him through a fog, a mist, and it’s evaporated without a warning.
He’s in love with you.
Unbeknownst to you, he’s kept his promise from that night. No more girls, no more one night stands. Since that evening, he’s only had one woman on his mind. You.
You’ve become suddenly aware of all of this, and you don’t know what to do with it. What about your friendship? What if this jeopardises everything? Losing him would be your worst nightmare. You’d rather have him as a friend than not have him at all.
But then, you realise, that’s not going to happen. Because he’s in love with you. And like a freight train, it hits you. You’re in love with him. You have been since the moment he stepped foot in the bar, all self-assured attitude and golden hair and bright eyes. You’re in love with Jake Seresin and he’s in love with you and the world is suddenly making sense. The final piece of the jigsaw puzzle has been placed and you don’t know whether to laugh or cry or scream or dance or all four or none at all.
So you stand, and make your way behind the bar. You slide a glass of ice cold water in front of him, and grab an orange. It’s ripe, bright and feels like a ball of light in your hand. A promise.
You sit back in your original position, on the stool next to his, but turn to face him. Carefully, you peel the orange, bit by bit. Juice runs down your fingers onto the palm of your hand, and without thinking, Jake grabs your wrist and traces the journey of the drop with his tongue. You look up through your lashes and smile at him gently, and continue to peel, slowly, deliberately. When you’re satisfied, you split the orange, and hand one half to him.
The air conditioning rattles gently, keeping you company. You eat in silence, stopping occasionally to inhale the smell of citrus, salt, and sunshine.
Jake reaches out as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, and runs his thumb across your bottom lip carefully. He places his thumb in his mouth, and sucks gently.
You’re not sure if it’s you, or him, or gravity, but somehow, you’ve ended up sat with your legs in between his, facing each other. Orange finished, he leans in, and brushes your lips with his. He tastes like citrus, and salt, and sunshine. So distinctly Jake, that you’d bottle it if you could. He pulls back, resting his forehead on yours. There’s a warmth emanating from him that you’re sure isn’t solely from the sun. You haven’t been outside in hours, and you’re omitting it too.
It feels like hours that you sit there, foreheads pressed together, orange peel abandoned on the bar top. Neither of you needs to speak. You both know exactly what the other person is thinking.
Jake Seresin is in love with you. Nothing else matters.
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dreadsuitsamus · 2 months
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Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store Headcanons
author's note: yes the premise is random but it's also very cute and perfectly in line with my recent onslaught of baby fever. also, the banners in this post were created by the always amazing @actuallysaiyan!! thank you for the gorgeous banners, babe! 🩷🩷🩷
pairings: kensei muguruma x reader, byakuya kuchiki x reader, grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader, renji abarai x reader, ichigo kurosaki x reader
warnings: children ages 5 and younger and grimmjow's parenting lmao this is mostly fluff and some mischief mixed in from the babies
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Kensei is definitely the tough parent of the two of you, and he relishes in that fact
But goddammit do those baby eyes make him waver
As he carries little Mila into the store, he tells her they're only there for necessities
No candy, no sugary cereals, only what you've tasked him to buy for dinner
Despite being only three and a half, however, Mila has a pretty good idea of how to get her way with Kensei
It's gotten slightly less effective since the pacifiers have been removed from her arsenal, but anything that cracks her dad's tough exterior is remarkable as is
It starts off innocently enough, though soon the way she sings her little song and bops her head around becomes rife with intent
"Daddy, can has hug?" She blinks up at him, holding her arms up
Either he's willfully choosing to fall into the trap, or Kensei is merely blind in the face of his precious girl
"Of course, baby." Kensei picks her up from the cart and kisses her wonderfully chubby cheek, leading the cart behind him as he continues through the store with Mila hooked on his hip
Mila curls up, humming as her eyes scan the shelves for something she wants
"Hold Momma's list for Daddy, okay?"
Mila's little fingers hold the list carefully, and soon Kensei is at a crossroad
"Broth. What kind of broth?" He mutters, fishing his cell phone from his pocket to call you
As usual, it turns into a bit of a squabbling match. He thinks remembering every little detail is silly, and you think you've made this dish so many times he should know you need chicken broth
Kensei is sufficiently annoyed by the time the phone call ends, and Mila strikes then
"Daddy, can has kiss?"
"Yes, baby." She gets a kiss on either cheek, and the kiss she gives his cheek right back is just about the final nail in the coffin
With Kensei holding her, she's able to reach the shelf and snag a little box of animal crackers
"Daddy, can has this?"
Played by the fucking toddler again!! That's three times this week!
"... Don't tell your brothers." Kensei sighs, hanging his head in shame
It's not all bad though; he does get another sweet kiss from his princess
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Byakuya is a strict but ultimately fair father
Little Jasmine has grown up under his watchful eye, though through that she's certainly learned just how many of his limits she can press and how to get around them
Going to the grocery store is rare, and even more so if you're not present for the journey
But it's vacation time, and you're busy setting up the cabin for your family's stay, so Byakuya has been tasked with gathering enough groceries to make it through dinner and the morning's breakfast
Byakuya holds Jasmine’s hand and they walk inside together, Byakuya using a tissue to pick up one of the small hand baskets. There's no telling the last time this thing has been sanitized!
“What would you like for dinner tonight?” Byakuya asks the five year old, and Jasmine hums thoughtfully
How can she end the first day of this vacation with a delicious banana split?
Appealing to her father's tastes will increase the likelihood of success, and her father is quite fond of spicy foods…
“Can we have curry?”
The light in his eyes isn't missed by the girl, and she can practically taste an ice cream sundae with a waffle bowl already
“You're becoming more accustomed to spices, I see.” Byakuya hums and begins to survey the store's offerings, whereas Jasmine is mentally preparing her list for dessert
“Daddy?” Jasmine dials up the sweetness in her tone while Byakuya examines the various cuts of chicken on display
“Yes?” He hums
“Can we have a treat tonight?”
“What sort of treat?”
“A surprise treat. Please, Daddy?”
Byakuya pauses. He's no fan of sweets, and in general sugar is limited in the Kuchiki household
But she did say please
“Mm… I suppose.”
Byakuya doesn't meet your eyes when he and Jasmine return from the store with more ingredients for ice cream sundaes than dinner and breakfast combined
He is such a sucker, but he's happy to be played when he receives his banana split with a chocolate syrup drawing of his beloved Wakame Taishi from his darling daughter
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Renji tries his best to be a strict father, but his determination wavers frequently. He wanted for many things as a child, and as a parent he doesn't wish to push that same feeling on his child as long as he's capable of providing a warm, loving home
Not to mention, that damn two year is old is just so cute it makes his heart melt at the mere sight of the toddler
“C’mon, honey, gotta get some soup for Mommy.” Renji murmurs as he carefully takes little Rin from his car seat, carrying him into the store on his hip
“Why?” is Rin’s favorite question right now, and Renji’s eye twitches a bit
“Because her tummy is upset.”
“Why?”
“... I don't know.”
“Why?”
“I don't know!”
“Why?”
Renji gently pinches his son's lips between his fingers. “Shhh… Quiet time.”
But of course, the moment he lets go, Rin is back at it again
“Why?”
“Because now Daddy has a headache.”
Rin, as gently as he can while simultaneously not managing much grace in the act, pats his father's sunglasses that sit atop his head
“All bedder?”
Renji's lip practically wobbles at the sweetness. “Yes, Daddy's all better. Thank you, sweetie.”
Rin rests his head against his father, playing with the Renji’s chain while he surveys all of the varieties of soup, Renji occasionally pulling the chain away from the baby's open mouth
Rin whines after his third attempt to eat the necklace, so Renji quickly grabs the first can of chicken noodle soup he sees and makes a dash for the checkout. No baby meltdowns in public, for the love of God
Renji gently bounces the baby, pleading softly with him to calm down. It's not working very well, however, and these damn checkout lines aren't moving at all!
Desperation wins and Renji's grabbing a lollipop before he knows it, tearing the wrapping off and popping the sucker into Rin’s teeny mouth
His plan to calm the baby works, and by the time he's actually able to check out and purchase the soup, the small pop is already gone and the tantrum is starting to blossom again
And just as Renji gets the baby strapped back into his carseat, he checks his phone to see a text you sent twenty minutes ago that practically sends his eyes popping out of his skull
Can you pick up a pregnancy test too?
He glances over at the toddler, and can practically see the boy as a big brother already
Even with a fussy baby in round two of the long lines, Renji's smile doesn't waver and he just kisses and coos at the hopefully soon-to-be big brother
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Grimmjow is an interesting parent. Much like how every day with a four year old is a mystery, every day with Grimmjow is a deep dive into the unknown
So when sending the man and his mini-me to the grocery store, you're not quite sure what they're going to come home with. Hopefully it at least includes the items on the list, otherwise dinner is going to be very different from what you've planned
“Oi, keep up!” Grimm looks over his shoulder, the four year old having been distracted by a vending machine
“Want snack.”
“Too bad. Let's go.”
The toddler’s stare is a little too lead paint-y for Grimmjow's liking
“Zen.” Grimmjow looks on, unimpressed as he fishes a coin from his pocket. “Fine, brat. You win, you get a snack. I win, I get a snack.”
That gets the boy to smile, clapping his hands as he jumps in excitement
Grimmjow smirks. “Heads I win, tails you lose.”
The coin is flipped off of Grimmjow's thumb and he catches it easily, Zen waiting with bated breath for the results. Does Daddy win or does he lose??
Grimm sucks his teeth, shaking his head and tucking the quarter back into his pocket. “Heads I win. Tough luck, kid. Maybe next time.”
Zen pouts, watching his father slip a dollar into the vending machine and press the buttons for a honey bun. “Aw man…”
“C’mon.” Grimmjow opens up the snack, taking a big bite and grabbing the front of Zen’s coat, carrying him inside of the store like a handbag
The boy can't help but giggle as he looks up at his father; he loves air jail!
“You're in jail. Stop laughing, fuckin’ psycho.” Grimm shakes his son a bit, hiding his own laughter into the next bite of his honey bun. He's a hardass, but that baby's laugh is precious and melts him like ice cream on a sunny day
Heads turn at the way Grimmjow carries Zen, but Grimm is highly unbothered by such judgment. His kid is happy and healthy, and anyone that thinks otherwise can kiss his ass, for all he cares
“You got the list?” Grimm looks down at Zen, the boy fishing out the neatly-folded post-it note you lovingly tucked into his jacket pocket
Grimmjow perks a brow as he reads off the ingredients you've listed. “Say, kid—” he looks down at his son. “Whaddya say we ditch the list and get some pizza instead?”
Zen claps happily at the idea and Grimm grins menacingly, crushing up the grocery list and tossing it on the floor as he hoists his boy over his shoulder, stuffing the last bite of the honey bun in his baby's mouth whilst flipping off a scandalized woman at the checkouts
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Growing up with two younger sisters was good for something after all, Ichigo thinks as he wrangles his twin girls through the parking lot with relative ease
The three year olds are stubborn and independent, having insisted they walk instead of having daddy carry them! But they still want to hold his hands, of course
why no he is not melting like a lava cake, why do you ask?
The girls gasp at the sight of a shopping cart with a racecar on the end that's the perfect size for two little ones!
“We don't even need a cart.” Ichigo deadpans, though it's in one ear and out the other as the babies pile into the little racecar, turning the steering wheels and beeping the (thankfully noiseless) horns
He feels like an idiot but as the dutiful father he is, Ichigo complies with his girls’ wishes and pushes the cart into the store
Chubby fingers point as little voices call out for candies and trinkets, and Ichigo's quick with each of his responses
“No.”
“I said no.”
“No ma'am!”
He's definitely cleaning their ears out when they get home, because clearly they can't hear him! Why else would they ask for things a million times over, hm?
“Daddy always say no.” Indigo pouts, her sister nodding in agreement. All they want is some candy!! Why is Daddy so mean?
Ichigo sighs in frustration as the aisle he needs to go down is absolutely packed, and he's stuck with this behemoth of a shopping cart. Settling it at the end of the aisle, he kneels down to make eye contact with the girls
“Stay put; I’ll be right back.”
Ichigo quickly rushes down the aisle, weaving between people to get to the pasta section
Now… If only he could remember what shape of pasta you told him to buy
Indigo and Imani look at each other, covering their mouths to hide their mischievous giggles
Those Push Pops they were eyeing are still nearby, and Daddy isn't!
As the tag team they are, Indigo and Imani spring into action, Indigo rushing to get the candy while Imani (who turns up the cuteness to a ten!) rushes down the aisle to her father
Ichigo frowns and picks up Imani, scolding her for leaving the cart
It isn't exactly effective, however, as the baby eyes and the cooing let her off the hook easily
When they get back to the cart after Ichigo remembers which pasta you've requested, he sets Imani back into the racecar
Indigo slips a blue Push Pop into her twin's hand, the two of them sharing a conspiratorial smile
They almost get away with it too, though when Ichigo's strapping them into their car seats he notices the lollipops
“Stop stealing!!!!”
These girls will surely be the reason he takes medication for his blood pressure, and he dreads the day when they become teenagers!
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Be Careful What You Wish For
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x chubbyf!reader
TW: MDNI 18+, darkfic, kidnap, violence, threat, non-con, p in v, forced orgasm, forced exhibitionism, name calling
AN: dead dove read the tags, if you proceed below the cut you consent to reading what is there and will suffer in silence if you do.
AN: Tagging @shotmrmiller for helping feed the brainworms with this one and @391780 for inspiring it!
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Your job wasn’t bad, you had to admit it, especially on weekends like this where they paid for you to stay in a nice hotel while you attended a conference. You were visiting a city you liked, staying in a nice part of town, and you got to spend the evening by yourself while everyone else went partying and clubbing. You’d looked up the hotel you were staying in online and saw it had a very nice cocktail bar, so you’d made a plan to glam yourself up and have a few drinks on your free time.
A nagging voice in your head said you were being silly, as you freshened your makeup and put on a cute wrap around dress and heels, but you ignored it. Why shouldn’t you enjoy yourself? What was wrong with feeling pretty just for yourself and no one else? You didn’t need to have a date to feel good about how you looked. What’s the worst that could happen?
Doing a pose before the mirror you look at how the dress clings to your generous curves and flatters your luxurious figure, and the little heels shape your calves nicely. You look hot, helped by the matched underwear set boosting your cleavage where the dress highlights it. Grabbing your room key and phone you giggle and head down to the cocktail bar.
You have a small table booked and the host gets you seated and leaves you a menu. It’s not overly busy, the dark space decorated in mahogany and brass, with elegant lights hanging from the high ceiling. You sit at you table, a small polished marble surface with a glowing brass lamp, and read the menu deciding what to try first. Once you order you open your phone and scroll through tumblr, your greatest vice, and feel a thrill when you see an update to your favourite darkfic series. You devour every word, blood heating as you read the delicious writing in your phone, the kidnapper carrying you away inside your head and using you for his own pleasure.
Your drink arrives, a beautiful glass containing a heady potion of alcohol and candied fruit peel. It tingles on your tongue and warms your throat as you sip it, the mixture of sweet and sharp deliciousness. As you read more you shift in your seat, feeling arousal pooling and simmering low in your pelvis, making your clit pulse. Your mind wanders to the little black vibrator stashed away in your room upstairs, and you smile to yourself for having the forethought to put it onto charge before coming downstairs.
A movement catches your eye and you glance up from your phone briefly, meeting the dark, liquid chocolate coloured eyes of the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in the flesh. You dart your eyes away, your warm face heating further when you realise he is sitting opposite you and staring openly at you. Was he there when you sat down? Has he sat down since you did? You kick yourself for not being more observant. Your frowning and thinking in interrupted as another cocktail is set down beside your half drunk glass by the hostess, a bright smile on her face as she sees your confusion.
“I didn’t order this,” you say with open honesty.
“No, it’s from the gentleman,” she chirps happily before bustling away, obviously enjoying this part of her job. The man opposite is watching you with a barely concealed smile, a small scar pulling at the skin beneath his left eye and giving him a rakish charm.
“Um, was this you?” you ask the gorgeous stranger with a shy smile. His answering smile is dazzling, a sharp canined grin that lights up his face, and he takes the opportunity to get up and move over to the spare seat at your table.
“Yeah, it’s not original but it worked,” he answers in a deep, velvety voice, “I wanted to come and talk to you but didn’t want to interrupt your reading. You were very engrossed in whatever it is.”
He settles in, tucking his long legs under the small table, and you notice how broad his chest and shoulders are, straining the material of his shirt. The two of you settle into easy conversation, making small talk about the bar, the conference you’re attending. It all feels so light and casual, and the second cocktail he has ordered goes down quickly and you allow him to order you another soon after despite the gentle spinning sensation taking over your head.
“So, would you like to come and have some dinner with me?” he asks. “I was going to eat alone tonight but you’re much better company.”
“I don’t even know your name,” you laugh, but already feel like accepting his offer.
“Sorry, I’m Gaz,” he says, holding out his hand. You take it and let him pull your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles.
“Nice to meet you Gaz, I’d like to have dinner with you,” you smile. You pick up your phone and room card, fumbling with them slightly and wishing you had a bag with you. The alcohol in your system makes your head spin as he leads you to the lobby and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you against his side.
“I’ve got an Uber waiting for us,” he says softly, his deep voice vibrating through his chest as he guides you outside. True to his word a black car waits around the corner, and he opens the backdoor to let you in before walking around and slipping in the other side. As soon as the car begins to move, he is on you, lips hot and insistent against yours and it’s easy to return the enthusiasm.
You tense up, though, when his hands begin to touch you, trailing down your sides and squeezing at your hips possessively.
“Wait, slow down,” you mumble against his lips, and a chuckle comes from the driver.
“Bit late for that,” a gravelly voice drawls, and icy droplets of fear drip down your spine. You shove at Gaz’s shoulders trying to push him back but it’s like trying to shove at a wardrobe, he won’t budge and his mouth kisses down across your neck and collarbone.
“Stop!” you snap, panic bubbling up inside you and he finally huffs out a sigh and leans back slightly. He raises an eyebrow and gives you an unimpressed look. With a terrifying casualness he reaches into the rear pocket of the driver's seat and extracts a gun from its depths.
“You are way out of your depth here, love,” he smiles, gently waving the weapon before your eyes. The remaining alcohol in your system clears as adrenaline surges through your veins, and it takes every bit of self control not to wet yourself right there.
“C’mon, what’s the bra situation?” the driver asks without looking back, his concentration firmly on the road and clearly being observant of how he is driving to avoid raising suspicion. You notice with a jolt that the driver’s head and face are covered with a balaclava. Gaz tugs at the fastening of your dress, the cold metal of the gun in his hand making you shudder as it brushes over your skin.
“Ah fuck,” he breaths, slowly peeling the fabric aside and uncovering your bra.
“Well, what is it?”
“It’s black lace,” Gaz answers reverentially.
“Told you, you owe me twenty quid,” the driver says smugly. “Said she’s a classy bird, didn’t I? Bet you the knickers match.”
“You’re not taking any more of my money,” Gaz chuckles, seemingly entranced by the lacy cups of your bra, tracing his fingers lightly over the lace. Your nipples harden and press up against the thin fabric, and he circles one of them with his thumb. You can’t help but notice the way he swallows, as though salivating. “Can’t wait to suck on these, baby,” he murmurs softly to you. “D’ya know some people can come just from having their nipples sucked?”
You nod your head, biting your lip to stop yourself from whimpering at him as he pinches at the nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. He is interrupted by the car stopping and the driver turning around in his seat.
“Take her inside, I’ll be back shortly,” the driver says, watching you in the rear view mirror as Gaz shuffles you over the seat and pulls you outside, taking your phone and room key from you and tossing them to the other man. The unmissable press of the gun against your side keeps you compliant and quiet as he marches you into a nondescript house on an average street. It’s disturbing how close you still are to your nice hotel, maybe only a few miles from safety and help.
Your abductor marches you through the door and down a short flight of steps into a basement, flicking on a lamp in the corner as you stumble in the darkness. The dim light illuminates a double bed, a tattered armchair, and a few other pieces of worn furniture. The connotations of this setup make bile scald the back of your throat.
“Right, you stay here,” Gaz tells you, as though you have a choice. “The door’s gonna be locked, so don’t bother trying it.” With a casual glance up and down your half dressed, trembling form he heads back up the stairs to the ground floor, the sound of the door shutting and the lock turning sounding like the end of the world.
You spend a fruitless few minutes fumbling around and trying to find an exit, a weapon, anything that might help you escape. The only other door opens into a tiny bathroom that has been partitioned off the basement, making it clear they intend to keep you here for a long period. As hopelessness threatens to overwhelm you the door upstairs clicks open and two sets of boots clomp down the stairs.
The bigger guy, wearing a balaclava still and this time with a hideous sharp tooth skull mask, carries your suitcase from the hotel and your shoulder bag. Your stomach roils as you realise he went back and checked you out, so no one will notice you’re missing right away. He sets it down and saunters over to the armchair facing the bed, sitting down and spreading his thick thighs wide.
You flinch as Gaz touches your neck, you hadn’t noticed him nearing as you had focused on the other guy.
“That’s Ghost by the way,” Gaz informs you with the same friendly tone. “He’s gonna help us enjoy ourselves.”
“Enjoy? I don’t think that’s what you’ve got planned for me,” you croak out, eyes bouncing back and forth between the pair. Ghost chuckles darkly.
“Maybe not, love,” he replies, “but we will anyways.”
You freeze as Gaz tugs at the tie to your dress again, finishing undoing it now and letting it fall open.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Ghost murmurs, his dark eyes raking over your curves and lingerie, shifting in his chair as he adjust his blue jeans to accommodate a growing bulge in his crotch. “Classy bitch.”
Gaz hums with approval, tugging the dress off your shoulders before walking you backwards until the musty bed knocks against the back of your legs.
“Shoes, off,” he tells you, voice low and dark, “then on the bed. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
You consider refusing for a moment, but fear gets the better of your bravado and you kick your shoes off and climb onto the bed, the mattress creaking softly as you move into the middle and lay back. Gaz follows, grasping your knees and forcing them wide so he can kneel betweeen your legs. For several moments he contents himself with running his palms up and down your exposed legs, kneading the plushness of your thighs with increasing enthusiasm. His finger trail closer to your lace underwear, grazing over the fabric covering your pussy, making you twitch each time.
“Are you going to get on with it?” Ghost grumbles, absently rubbing a hand over his bulging crotch.
“There’s no rush,” Gaz grins at the other man, but carries on and hooks his fingers into the elastic either side of your hips and pulls roughly, ripping the underwear down your thighs. The thin fabric snaps and he tosses it away. Before you can snap your legs closed, he lunges forward, pushing his hand against your exposed cunt and pressing his fingers against you seam.
“Shit, she’s wet,” he groans, fingers probing between your pussy lips and a terrified sound catches in your throat. “Ugh, so fuckin’ wet,” he repeats as his thick fingers slide back and forth, exploring and invading you, humiliation and fear surging in your chest and forcing tears from your eyes. He finds what he is looking for and grunts triumphantly when he feels your hips jerk, pressing his fingers against your clit again and begin to circle it slowly.
“Is that all for us, love?” you hear the masked man ask, and you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut to block them both out. Fat tears roll down the side of your face while Gaz slowly rubs the pad of his finger back and forth over your sensitive nub. The dull ache from earlier returns, the nub swelling eagerly at the stimulation against your will.
“Nah, I reckon she was reading porn back at the bar the way she was wriggling in her seat,” Gaz says. “Got herself nice and worked up for us, saved us some effort.” He abandons your clit, and moves a rough, slicked finger against your entrance and presses slowly. You try to pull your hips away, but a harsh slap lands against your thigh making you yelp.
“Hold still,” he warns you, and you whimper but stay still as he forces his digit inside.
“Please don’t,” you whisper shakily, feeling his calloused finger slipping further inside, then retreating slightly before moving further in. He ignores your protest and slowly fingers you, adding a second shortly after, slowly pumping them in and out of your cunt. He leans down over you, kissing across your chest and over the lacy cups of your bra, licking and sucking at your nipples through the delicate fabric. His breath comes faster, getting worked up as he assaults you, and his hips move in an echo of his hands movements.
“Gotta taste these,” he groans, and pulls sharply on one cup, ripping the material open before sucking your nipple into his hot mouth. He moans, flicking the bud with his tongue, causing your muscles to tighten around his fingers every time. Your body fights against you, slick dribbling down his hand from the way he plays you, disgust and arousal warring inside you.
Another sob bubbles up your throat and Gaz looks up at you with bright eyes, pulling his mouth from your tit with a loud, wet pop before grabbing your chin with his free hand.
He turns your head to face the masked behemoth, whose heavy cock is free of his jeans and cupped in his palm now, stroking his length slowly as he watches you struggle against Gaz pathetically. The light catches on shining metal, and you note the line of piercings along the underside of his shaft.
“Ghost likes it when you cry,” Gaz whispers in your ear. “Really gets him fired up. You keep that noise going he’ll lose control, so be careful.” An unstoppable sob rips from your throat, and as predicted, Ghost’s cock twitches in response to the sound.
“Stop talking and give me something to watch, Gaz,” he grumbles. “Otherwise I’m takin’ over and I don’t think she’ll survive that.”
“Yessir,” Gaz chuckles, the deep sound rumbling in his chest, and he leans back slightly to unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers. This means he takes his hand from between your legs and you try to clamp them closed as he kicks away his trousers, and peels off his shirt. He is toned, muscular and would be painfully beautiful, if it wasn’t for him being pure fucking evil.
“Open those legs love, or you’ll get another slap,” Ghost warns you, and it’s only a split second before a ringing slap lands against your cheek from the man on the bed, making your face burn and more tears fall. “Fuck… do that again, it’s makes her whole body jiggle,” Ghost growls, and Gaz does as he is told, slapping you again making your head snap towards the other man. You see him pumping his pierced cock, the tip ruddy and leaking with excitement.
The break in your concentration gives Gaz the opportunity to force his weight between your thighs, his length slotting against your pussy and dragging it back and forth, coating it in your slickness. You try to kick him away, to push him back and fight him, but he overpowers you all too easily and the struggle only spurs him on.
“I grabbed this from her room,” Ghost says and pulls something from his pocket, throwing it onto the bed. Your heart sinks when you see your vibrator on the sheet beside you. It’s quickly picked up and turned on, then pressed against your swollen nub. The vibration against your clit has your back arching off the mattress, and Gaz uses this moment to force his cock inside you, making you yell out at the sudden, unwelcome intrusion.
“How does she feel?” Ghost demands, a tightness to his voice betraying his desperate arousal as he watches Gaz bury his dick inside you.
“Nggghh… she’s a big, soft girl… with a tight cunt…” he grunts. “Fuckin… perfect.” He grinds his hips against you, making sure he gets every inch inside you, wrapped in your tight heat, filling you to the point of pain but the vibrator twists the sensation sickeningly. You feel your walls clench tight around him, pain and fear mixing with aching pleasure.
He moves his hips back, dragging his fat cock against the walls of your pussy, and nerves spark as he does so because of the stimulation to your bundle of nerves. The bastard fucks you mercilessly, taking great care to keep your clit buzzing, he rams his cock into you again and again. The stretch around him is intense, too many sensations and emotions battling for your attention, and you feel the unmistakable righting in your stomach and pelvis.
“No, nonono…” you whine, giving away the fact you are going to come, legs kicking at the bed beneath you uselessly. Your body shakes and bounces, both men watching every time your tits shift back and forth like salivating beasts.
“That’s it, love,” you hear Ghost groan over Gaz’s panting breaths. “Give us a show and come like the whore you are.” His voice shakes and you make the mistake of looking over at him through your tears, seeing him fucking his fist as Gaz violates you, his head tipped back and chest heaving as he pleasures himself.
Your unwanted orgasm tears through you, tensed muscles spasming wildly and you cannot stop the yell that bursts from your lips. Gaz’s movements become more unhinged, hips slamming painfully against yours as he chases his own high now he has felt you squeezing around him. He grabs your hips, fingers digging viciously into your rolls and making you whimper.
With a few more vicious thrusts he barks a rough shout of triumph and unloads himself into you, thick cum filling your abused cunt.
“Ah, good girl,” Gaz coos breathlessly, leaning down and kissing your forehead as he withdraws his cock.
“Yeah, she’s gonna keep us entertained,” Ghost agrees, wiping his cum covered hand on his jeans before getting up and tucking his softening cock away with a hiss. He heads up the stairs, leaving you with Gaz in the basement.
Gaz shuffles beside you on the bed, you feel exhausted and drained, body boneless and heavy. Your mind stays thankfully blank, the combination of terror, alcohol and orgasm creating a static buzz behind your eyes that drowns out coherent thought. After a moment he pulls a thick duvet up over you both, and he rolls you onto your side facing him.
“Just get some rest now, you did well for a first time,” he mumbles, shifting lower down and wrapping his arms around the soft expanse of your middle. Your eyes are already closing, but you squeal quietly when you feel his hot mouth against your nipple once more. Forcing your eyes open you look down blearily and see him suckling on your nipple, his eyes closed as he holds you tightly. He hums contentedly, sucking your puckered flesh into his mouth lazily as though preparing to doze off like this, and you feel a fresh wave of horror settle over your skin like an icy blanket.
You’re trapped with them.
Part 2
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RANDOM OBEY ME HEADCANNONS
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• Mammon had a phase where he was addicted to watching 5-minute crafts videos. Lucifer found out about this when Mammon set the microwave on fire trying to turn milk and vinegar into caramel. He was banned from using his D.D.D. and other electronic devices for a month.
• Lucifer used to wear Chancla slippers around the house for a while, and occasionally threw them at his brothers to stop them, whenever he found them engaged in some mischief around the HoL. Satan and Mammon have been his target the most number of times.
• When Levi had just started watching anime, he would often call his brothers like a cute anime girl. He doesn't do it anymore and hides in his room for a long time if anyone mentions it. Asmo still has a video of Levi saying Lucifer-chan and Satan-kun somewhere on his phone, but he won't show it to Levi ever.
• Beel also eats the inedible decorations on cakes. Be it candles or even the sticks holding a multi tier cake together, Beel will eat it all. For Beel, everything on a cake is supposed to be edible.
• Diavolo had a pet ferret as a kid. He got extremely upset and cried for a long time when the ferret died so he decided to never keep another pet ever.
• Belphie would send random links to people and write "this reminded me of you♡". He did this with MC while sending them a video of an angry wet cat, and MC did not nap with him for two weeks straight. He also might have sent Mammon a 5-minute crafts video.
• Solomon has a pain relief spray and ibuprofen with him at all times. He's an old man, so he needs to have these things. Lucifer and Solomon have an unsaid understanding in this matter. Old men solidarity.
• Asmo never disrespects or throws any form of gifts he receives, he does not want to hurt the feelings of his fans (he learnt this from Mammon). Unlike what he thinks, people also like him for how kind his heart is along with his gorgeous looks.
• Simeon started wearing eyeliner when MC told him that they think it would suit his eyes. He even tried graphic eyeliner once.
• Barbatos used to apply an insane amount of hair gel, but he stopped doing that when MC told him his hair looks much better without it.
• Luke was once given a candy bracelet by Mammon, but he refused to eat it because he didn't wanna hurt Mammon's feelings. He only ate it when Mammon confirmed it's meant to be eaten.
• Thirteen has one of those very silky robes with fur at the edges, it was a gift from Asmo. She once wore it and sneaked into Solomon's room and just sat there until he woke up on his own, she didn't do anything, but looked super suspicious. Solomon was traumatised when he saw her and believes Thirteen did something to him in his sleep and he just can't figure out what it is.
• Satan once turned into a cat due to a spell gone wrong (courtesy: MC). He wreaked havoc in the HoL, shredded toilet paper, scratched Lucifer's face, became the leader of a group of wild cats, and clawed out the wallpaper in Lucifer's study. Satan refused to turn back at all costs so Asmo had to charm him to take the potion to turn himself back to normal again.
• Mephisto has an unhealthy obsession with dark chocolate. He has a jar full of dark chocolate and keeps munching on them when he's stressed or nervous.
• Raphael watches movies with a straight face and gives no reaction whatsoever. Mammon and MC tried watching a horror movie with him once, and were more terrified by his poker face during scary scenes than the actual scary scene.
• Mammon, Solomon and Belphie often keep fruits in their bags in case they want a healthy snack later on, but they completely forget about it. Lucifer and MC have taken out squished and rotten bananas from their bags on multiple occasions.
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Eddie’s Girl
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A/N- I wanted to take a little break from constantly writing my smut fics, and i feel like i’ve been neglecting our sweet Eddie 🥺 i wanted to write something cute and kinda funny :p
Summary- Eddie’s been dying to have his friends meet his new girlfriend but while they’re waiting for Eddie to show up with her they all try to see who can win the affections of the girl sitting across from them at the mall. Her boyfriend wouldn’t like that one bit…
Genre- Fluff
Warnings- None :)
Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @eddiesrockstargirlfriend
Word Count- 1.7k
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Grant sighed as he checked his watch, seeing that not only was Eddie late, but Eddie was late with his so-called ‘smoke show, super gorgeous, absolute dime’ of a girlfriend.
“I knew it was too good to be true.”
Jeff and Gareth chuckled from next to him, Gareth crossing his arms,
“I feel like he definitely thought we wouldn’t believe him, so it’s funny that we’re all sitting here waiting.”
“It’s only been five minutes,” Jeff said from in between them, “if he’s not here in another five, then we’ll go and tell him we looked like idiots for waiting.”
They had agreed to all meet Eddie and his girlfriend at the mall, just to get to know her better. Eddie made sure to let you know that if you were dating him, he was a package deal. If his friends didn’t like you then it was kind of a deal breaker.
Of course he didn’t mean it, but he still wanted you to get along with his friends.
“Alright fine,” Gareth said, Grant and himself agreeing with Jeff who surprisingly was the voice of reason, “but what are we supposed to do until then? We’ve already been waiting for like 20 minutes…”
“I don’t know about you guys, but i’ve found it pretty easy to sit around when we’ve got some eye candy like that.” Jeff said, motioning over to you.
You were sat on the bench across from them, your legs crossed, purse resting next to you, a book open in your lap.
“Oh, i see. You don’t give a shit if Eddie shows up with her or not, you just want to keep ogling that girl.” Grant glanced over to you and looked you up and down as Jeff did.
“Yeah, but you guys are staring too aren’t you?”
“I mean of course we are, she’s hot. We’re not just going to NOT stare a girl like that…”
The three of them tried their best to be discreet, but every time you glanced up over to them they all quickly looked away, trying to make it seem like they weren’t staring at you from across the way. Each time you caught them you smiled a bit, but unfortunately they mistook that as a smile of you wanting them to approach you.
They were harmless, but you didn’t want them getting the wrong idea from you.
“Hey,” Gareth nudged Jeff, “she’s smiling at us, you think she wants us to talk to her?”
“Us? No fucking way, girls that hot don’t want guys like us, they go for the ‘Rob Lowe’ or the ‘Tom Cruise’ kind of guys. And we play Dungeons and Dragons in a high school drama room. She doesn’t want us.”
Gareth sighed and slapped his hands to his knees before standing up from the bench,
“Only one way to find out.”
“The fuck is he doing?…” Grant said to Jeff as they watched him make his way over to you, though they could clearly tell from the way he was clenching and unclenching his fists that he was incredibly nervous.
The moment you looked up from your book as he approached you nearly made him stop in his tracks, but luckily, the other two boys stood up and slowly made their way over to you and Gareth. At least they could make an attempt to save him if he fucked up, which he most likely would.
Gareth stood before you for a moment, only staring down at you with the lightest blush to his cheeks, his palms clearly sweaty as they kept clenching and unclenching at his sides. He had never gotten this close to a girl as pretty as you, which meant he clearly had no idea what he was doing. He wasn’t even sure why he got up in the first place but he was already this far, he might as well follow through with it. But the moment you looked up to him with a sweet smile he completely lost all thoughts clouding his brain. God, you were so fucking pretty.
You giggled as he stood there in front of you,
“Hi?”
Gareth didn’t even know how to respond to a simple ‘hi’ from you, but once Jeff slapped him on the back he spurted out the most nervous “Hi…” you’ve ever heard.
You looked to Jeff and Grant who stood on either side of him,
“Can i help you?”
“No, sorry,” Jeff said with a nervous laugh, “we just wanted to come over and say hi, and now we have so let’s go-“
“No! No, i wanted to… um…” Gareth nearly shouted as he cut off Jeff, looking around you to try and find something he could bring up in a conversation that wouldn’t make him seem like a complete idiot for approaching and staring at you.
He saw you holding the book open in your lap and his eyes widened,
“Ask what book you were reading.”
“Oh!” You said with a smile and lifted up the cover to show him, “It’s called The Nest, it’s by Gregory Douglas.”
“Cool! Um…” Gareth smiled and cleared his throat, still wanting so badly to talk to you but having no idea how to. Thank god Jeff and Grant were there to save him.
“What’s it about?” Grant asked.
“It’s about these mutant roaches that start attacking and eating people. It’s pretty gory but i like it.”
“That sounds like a pretty good book.”
You nodded with a smile and there were a few moments of awkward silence as the three of them stood before you, Gareth still staring.
You pursed your lips before closing your book and placing it into your purse,
“Is there something else i can help you with?”
“Actually, yes.” Gareth stepped forward, shaking Jeff’s hand off of his shoulder after he finally found the courage to not be so scared of talking to you. You were just some girl, albeit a goddess of a girl, but you were still just a girl.
“I’m sorry if this might sound weird, i know we really don’t know each other or anything, but i think you’re really pretty. I just wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to do something?… With me?…”
“Or just with us in general,” Jeff stepped forward next to Gareth, wanting to at least try and make an attempt to save his friend if you did think the offer was anything other than him just being nervous, “we noticed you here alone and if you need some people to hang around with you’re welcome to hang around with us.”
You smiled and laughed a bit awkwardly at their offer.
They seemed harmless, most of the teenage boys you knew were, but as nice as they were you had other obligations that you needed to deal with.
“I’m sorry, that’s a sweet offer, but i’m actually meeting someone here soon. My boyfriend.” You stood up from the bench and slung your purse over your shoulder, “Maybe some other time though, ok? You guys seem really nice.”
They smiled and understood. They figured they would be rejected once again, it was something they were used to, though Gareth looked more defeated than Jeff and Grant at the mention of your boyfriend.
You gave them one last sweet smile before noticing the mop of curly hair on top of your boyfriends head as he approached you. You smiled big and your eyes brightened as soon as you saw him.
You stepped around the boys and quickly ran over to him, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck as he held you close,
“Eddie!” You peppered the side of his face with kisses, “You’re late, again!”
“I know, i’m sorry,” He planted a kiss to your temple as you jumped down, his arm going around your waist as you slowly walked back over to the benches you were sat at beforehand, “I got out of work a little later than expected and i didn’t want to show up all dirty and greasy. I hope you’re not too upset.”
“Of course not,” You leaned up and placed a kiss onto his cheek, “i know you didn’t mean it.”
Eddie led you back over to the benches where the guys still stood and they looked like they had just seen a ghost.
The gorgeous girl they had just been talking to, the one they all stared at, the one that Gareth just tried to ask out because he knew that hot girls like you would never say yes to a guy like him, was Eddie’s girlfriend.
You smiled at them once more, knowing now that the nice boys who you had been taking to were Eddie’s friends that he had been dying for you to meet. You figured they probably just didn’t know, but fortunately for you, Eddie had spent days telling you all about them. The moment you sat on that bench across from them, you knew they had to be friends of Eddie’s. Not to mention they dressed and acted exactly like he did, it was impossible for you to not assume they were friends.
You nuzzled into Eddies side as you approached them, and with a big smile on his face with his arm around you, Eddie finally formally introduced you to his friends,
“Hey guys, sorry i’m late.” The three of them shrugged it off, still in shock from their interaction with you, “This is (y/n).” He gave you a quick kiss on the temple, “My girlfriend. My very real girlfriend, may i add.”
You giggled and gave them a polite little wave from Eddie’s side,
“It’s nice to meet you guys.”
They all smiled and said hello, a few stutters and nervous laughs from them were scattered in between.
“So, what’re we gonna do? I think there’s a movie playing at the theater, you guys want to check it out?”
They nodded and agreed, at this point just going by whatever the first suggestion was to save themselves the embarrassment of making complete fools of themselves in front of you for not knowing you were Eddie’s girlfriend.
They made sure to walk in front of you and Eddie, and a few steps ahead of you at that, wanting to try and think of a way to redeem themselves with you. They didn’t want your first impression of them to be just some weird guys who approached you at the mall and had no idea how to talk to you.
Eddie smiled down at you and gave you a quick kiss as you made your way to the theater,
“They’re nice, i promise.”
You giggled and glanced over at them,
“I think they’ll like me.”
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nataliasquote · 2 months
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For her | y belova
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Summary: Yelena tries to find the balance between spending christmas with her girl and tracking down Clint Barton…
Warnings: none
Pairings: yelena belova x reader
wc: 1.7k
note: I know it’s not christmas but I love this fic and couldn’t really wait an entire year :)
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A classic Christmas movie played quietly on the tv in the living room, as the two women sat on the couch, snacking on pretzels and chips. The sun had set, so the room was lit up in a multitude of colour coming from the festive lights strung up outside.
Y/n had her feet tucked underneath her as she curled up on the couch, leaning into the arm rest. Yelena was stretched out across the seat, her toes occasionally jabbing into Y/n's thigh if she wanted to annoy her. It was a chilled out kind of evening, one they both needed.
They both reached for the m&m's, their hands bumping, making them both blush. "This is nice" Y/n hummed, before throwing a handful of candy into her mouth. Yelena nodded in agreement.
"We should make Christmas cookies tomorrow. Or gingerbread?" Y/n asked, hoping to get a reaction from her girlfriend. But Yelena just shrugged, her eyes not moving from the tv screen.
Y/n furrowed her brow in concern. "Lena?" She asked, turning her body to face the blonde.
"Hm?" Yelena hummed in response.
"You ok baby?" Yelena still didn't turn around, but Y/n knew not to push. She looked deep in thought. "What's going on inside that gorgeous head of yours?"
"It's the first Christmas" Yelena whispered.
"Babe, we've been dating for 3 years. This is our 3rd Christmas together." Y/n laughed, trying to cover up the confusion she had over her girlfriends comment.
"It's the first Christmas without her" Yelena's voice wobbled dangerously and Y/n watched her jaw tense as she tried to keep the tears at bay.
A silence hung over the room, only broken by the quiet mumbling of voices coming from the tv. Y/n could see Yelena's throat bobbing up and down as she swallowed thickly, and she tried to figure out what to say next.
But she didn't say anything. Instead, Y/n climbed off the couch and knelt in front of her girlfriend, gently placing a hand on her knee.
"Hey, Lena, look at me."
Yelena turned her head to look at her, her eyes refusing to let the tears spill over.
"I know you miss her. It's ok to. But she's not fully gone." Yelena tilted her head in confusion. "She's in here. Always." Y/n placed her hand over Lena's heart, and the blonde placed her hand on top, giving it a light squeeze. "Why don't we go visit her on Christmas, yeah? You can put that gift, yeah I know you've got one in your closet, you can put it next to her. I'm sure she'll love it."
Yelena smiled a bit at Y/n's words, before pulling the smaller girl off the floor and into her lap for a hug. The pair sat in each other's arms, wrapped in the tightest hug.
"Why don't we finish this movie and then go snuggle in bed. And then we can paint each other's nails all festive!" Y/n suggested, and Yelena nodded.
Y/n stood up off her girlfriend's lap and made her way over to the fridge, pulling out 2 glass coke bottles. She placed them on the coffee table and Yelena instantly brought hers up to her mouth, shuddering at the cold bubbles. The pair clinked their bottles together, Yelena smiling at the sight.
"You 'cheers' your bottle how Nat used to. She always held the top and clinked the bottom. Though one time she was so rough she broke the top off my vodka. I made her buy me a new one though." Yelena's eyes lit up as she told the story and Y/n smiled, proud to see her girlfriend talking about happy memories of her sister.
Loud christmas music started up on the tv, making both girls jump. They pulled their focus back to the movie for a while, before Yelena spoke up again.
"Y/n/n?” Yelena whined.
"Yessssss??" Y/n mimicked the tone her girlfriend used.
"Stop it!" She giggled. "Can you braid my hair?"
"What's the magic word?" Y/n smirked.
"Cyka" Yelena joked, seeing Y/n raise an eyebrow.
"I think you'll find it's 'please'"
"Fine! Please... cyka"
"Oh you are this close" Y/n made a tiny gap with her fingers "to sleeping on the couch tonight." She huffed.
"Ok ok. Please baby. Please can you braid my hair?"
Y/n just rolled her eyes. "You know how to braid! Do it yourself."
Yelena crawled closer to her girlfriend. "Yeah but you do it better. Plus, I want you to do it how you did Nat's."
Y/n softly smiled at how vulnerable her love was being. Yelena was very rarely like this. "Ok. Come on. You can sit here." She patted the floor between her legs, on which Yelena instantly plopped herself down on.
Y/n grabbed the hair tie from the table and began sectioning Yelena's hair into 3 parts, intricately weaving them to create a dutch braid. Yelena kept stuffing her mouth with m&ms whilst Y/n moaned at her to keep still so the braid would be straight.
Y/n braided all the way down her head until she got to the top of Yelena's neck. "I'll braid a little bit more and then tie it off, because your hair is still wavy from today's braids and I think it looks cute."
As Y/n tied off the braid, Yelena reached her hand up to feel her new hairstyle, only to have her hand slapped away.
"Don't touch it! I'm not done yet." Y/n ordered, meaning Yelena just stuck her hand back into the bowl of candy, chewing loudly. Y/n rolled her eyes and started pulling the braid out to give it some volume. She also pulled at the hair on top of Yelena's head, to add volume to the front.
"Now you can touch it." She said, sinking back into the couch cushion.
Yelena jumped up and walked over to the mirror, turning her head to check out her hair. "I love it!" She turned back to Y/n, who was watching her with adoration in her eyes. "And I love you!" She ran over and tackled Y/n into a hug, planting kisses all over her face and neck. The pair connected their lips and Y/n rolled over to straddle Yelena, swiping her tongue across the girl's lower lip. Yelena moaned and opened her mouth, but they were interrupted by Yelena's phone buzzing.
She groaned, pushing Y/n off her lap and walking over to the table where it was on charge. Y/n watched her girlfriend's expression change from happiness to stone cold.
"Who is it?" Y/n asked.
Yelena continued to stare at her phone, before muttering "I need to go."
She stormed over to the cupboard and pulled out a black bag, emptying its contents onto the floor. Y/n's eyes never once left Yelena, confused as to what was happening.
The blonde assassin stripped out of her plaid pyjama pants and oversized sweatshirt, before slipping into her black suit, zipping it up all the way. Y/n eyes went widened in realisation.
"Lena.." Her voice was dangerously low.
"Don't, Y/n" Yelena warned as she strapped her widow bite cuffs onto her wrists.
"You found him, didn't you." She asked, afraid of the answer. She knew Nat would be heartbroken if she knew what her sister was doing, but Yelena wouldn't listen. She always stormed out whenever Y/n brought it up.
"Don't wait up for me." Yelena strapped her gun to her thigh and checked her grappling hook was secure in her belt, her back now completely towards Y/n. She knew if she looked towards her girlfriend, all she'd see is disappointment, so she chose not to.
"Lena please. It's Christmas..." No response. "You know Nat wouldn-"
"Don't say her name!" Yelena growled.
Y/n didn't say anything, only swallowing as she saw how tense Yelena was. She carefully got up off the couch and walked over to Yelena, who had picked up her head cover and goggles. She wrapped her arms around the assassin's waist, leaning her chin on her shoulder.
"Stay safe. Please. I cant lose you too." She whispered, her voice dangerously close to breaking. Yelena turned around and pressed a kiss on Y/n forehead, wrapped her muscular arms around her shoulders.
"I'll be ok. I'll be back before you know it. Go to sleep baby and I'll be there when you wake up." Y/n sighed, inhaling her girlfriend's scent one more time before they both broke away from the hug.
Y/n helped her put her head cover on, adjusting the goggles so they sat right on her face. She kissed Yelena once more on the cheek, before letting her walk out the door of the apartment.
After Yelena left, Y/n walked to the window on the opposite side of the room and watched the pavement as she saw Yelena walk out of the main door and onto the street. She followed her girl's figure until she turned a corner and disappeared from view.
Y/n took a shaky breath in as worry started to take over. Her hands shook slightly as she clasped them together, taking one last look out of the window before walking back into the living room.
She sunk onto the couch and placed her head in her hands, tears flowing down her cheeks. One hand made it's way to the necklace that hung around her neck, her fingers clutching onto the silver arrow charm.
"I'm sorry Nat" She whispered, before her voice broke into sobs.
The once festive apartment now had a darkness hanging over it, one that should not be associated with Christmas.
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rkivepetals · 6 months
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I think we’re soulmates
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When a stranger comes to your workplace everyday to ask you out On a date and his reasons are bells ringing when he saw you. Interesting.
Pairing; Jungkook x fem!reader
Genre: fluff, angst, romance.
Rating: 13+
Wc: 1585
Warnings: none. Reader is a lil done w jk ;(
“That’ll be twenty dollars!” I say and give them the receipt and the packed candy. “Thank you.” The guy said, walking out as the shop’s door clanged against the bells and someone walked in. “Jesus, he’s here,” I muttered as Samantha behind me snorted. “Hey! How are you?! How was your day?”
He smiles charmingly, he wears dark pink pants and a jacket with a White shirt inside. “What would you like to have, sir?” I smiled, painfully. He chuckled, “I never wondered what type of ramen toppings you prefer. So now I do, what do you prefer?”
I blinked, “sir this is a candy bar.”
I said and looked at my watch. Five more seconds, y/n. “I know.” He smiled as I started to remove my apron. “My shift is over, sir. Samantha will take over.” I said and started to walk off the counter, “y/n c’mon! Just one date! It’s been six to eight weeks, aren’t you tired of me?” He said as I sighed and looked at him, “Aren’t you tired?”
I questioned back as he frowned. “Really? I just want to hit our shot. I think we’re soulmates.” He says, pretty nonchalantly, side-eyeing me. I rolled my eyes, “Jesus Christ, jungkook you heard bells because we have bells in our shop! At the door! It doesn’t mean we’re Soulmates!” I say as Samantha laughs at us.
“But that’s also the same! I looked at you and the bells rang! It’s a sign!” He says with wide eyes, I fold my hands on my chest and look at him. “That’s because you entered inside!” He pouts, “But what is stopping you?! Am I not handsome enough? Or rich enough? I’m rich, okay? I’m very very rich.” He reasons.
I sighed, “Your financial situation doesn’t comprehend if I’d go out on a date with you.” I say, adding the collection to the machine. He stuck himself to the walls ahead of me and looked at me. “Then what does? Why don’t you like me? I like you, seriously.” I looked at him, “What do you like about me? You one day walk in and suddenly believe I’m your soulmate? Ridiculous.”
I say and continue on my work. He slightly frowns at me, “It’s not ridiculous. You were just so attractive at that moment. Also, I just don’t like you because of the way you look. But because you’re kind. And also because you’re always just..just super cute. Like the way you get angry at me or when you smile at the customers. Even when you roll your eyes at me!” I cleared my throat, fixing my glasses.
I don’t want to admit but I was flustered. “Even the way you fix your glasses and blush.” I shut my eyes in embarrassment and licked my lips nervously. “C’mon y/n, he’s so cute!” Samantha giggled as I glared at her. “See! Even Samatha agrees that we’d be so cute together.” He gave me reasons like a kid I often see in the bar to get their favourite candies.
I don’t say anything and exit the shop, off to my home.
The other day, jungkook didn’t come, which was surprising. I didn’t know he’d give up that easily. Not that I liked him anyway. Hah.
A week passed by, and there was no sign of him. I stared at the door, glancing at the clock. My shift was about to be over. It’s the ninth day I haven’t seen him around or come inside. “Curious?” I jolt my head towards Samantha. “Huh?” I cluelessly asked, “Curious, y/n. Or worried? Why don’t you go ahead and find him?” She says. Samantha was black, smart, lovely, gorgeous and sweet.
And she was always right. I cleared my throat, I didn’t say anything though. I exhaled took off my apron and left the shop. It was a lovely day, yet it was hot and sunny. I grab my cola from the same street where we had our shop and go home. It was the summer holidays so I didn’t have any classes anyway.
Weeks passed by, I left my job and worked In a cafe as a waitress.
Months passed by and I graduated. Already had a job, a typical American successful teenager moulding into a woman.
Years, Years and years passed by, and I was in London. No, it wasn’t my home. I was on a solo trip here and always loved the city.
I stare at my ceiling, blinking, thinking, playing with my fingers. My alarm rang as I took my phone and turned it off. I sigh and get off my bed, finally shutting off the window from which my thoughts ran into me and hit me like a truck every day. I opened the window that turned me into a blank page, the fresh, slightly chilly air of brisk autumn London held. If I was honest, I think about Jungkook, a lot.
I don’t know why, it’s excruciating sometimes. I had sleepless nights, wondering days, lost summers and blind dates. It was yearning, maybe I hated myself too. I regretted not giving him a chance, because now whenever I’m in a crowded street; I search for his face. It wasn’t that bad—trust me.
But as I grew day by day, I felt like a piece of me was missing. Which was bad, I wasn’t going to live my adulthood that way. I wondered and wondered, why do I feel like this. Then one summer afternoon, when a guy asked me out, I found the answer. I had missed Jungkook like a terrible terrible lover.
He wasn’t even a summer fling, no. Just a silly guy who believed in ringing blessings and soulmates. Weird was it when I felt my lips curve whenever I’d see someone wear pink, or spot a candy bar when I’m off to work. I smiled, though my heart shifted. In regrets, if I had found him or even tried to, maybe I wasn’t this empty.
It’s not like if you haven’t tried dating or tried to find a partner. But whenever I’d look at the man ahead of me, my teenage self would shake her head and say, ‘Jungkook was better’ Yeah, I was attached, emotionally, and physically. But attachments, and relations, fade as time grows. But mine didn’t, it got worse.
Now how many times a day I think about him is concerning. I tried to find him more, and I hope soulmates are real. I’d see him again. I sigh and close my eyes.
My phone rang, “Jesus.” I murmured and picked it up. “Hello?” “How are you?” I licked my lips, “fine.” Samantha cleared her throat, “you didn’t call.” She said as I frowned, “I didn’t?” “Uh-huh,” I exhaled, “found something?” She clicks her tongue, “nope.” I blinked, “well, have a good day.”
She hums and hangs up. Yeah, I called Samantha every day or even visited the candy bar, in hopes. I cleared my throat and leaned on the window, my view was a busy street. Red busses passing by, magazines, newspapers. Cafes, restaurants, and traffic. I sighed and took my phone, I was going to a local museum today.
Changed and hopped on one of the busses, a seven-minute walk and I was standing in front of it. My boots crunch the orange leaves as I walk inside, clutching the brown overcoat that I wore over my crème frayed dress. Though, inside, it was pretty warm. And wearing a coat was suffocating so I removed it and carried it on my arm the whole tour.
I stood ahead of a painting. Vase with Fifteen Sunflowers by Vincent Van Gogh. I smile at how imperfectly perfect it is. My chest buzzed as I stared at it, “isn’t it so pretty?” I smiled and looked at the male voice beside me. I am still, blood cold. He lightly smiled at me as I tried to take a moment to look at his face. It was Jungkook.
Jungkook stared into my soul softly through my eyes, I blinked my tears away. “It…is…” I breathed out as his smile widened a bit more. I inhale, a sudden chill running down, yearning to re-wear my coat. I don’t even know what to say to him, to ask him, I disrespected him years ago, if he even remembers me. “How are you, y/n?”
He does, I feel thrilled, excited, and scared. I look in his eyes, suddenly melting at the softness. “I’m good.” I smiled as he took a moment to think about something before his smile lingered as he spoke, “See. Soulmates are real.” My smile stretched as I looked at the painting again, “Why don’t you take me out then?”
God, what if he has a girlfriend? He softly laughs, “Sure enough I will.” I hear the English accent in him as I look at him. “But, Why?” To my surprise he questioned, I looked at him. Thinking of something super silly, “Really? I just want to hit our shot, I think we’re soulmates.” I say, nonchalantly.
His laugh had a buzz to it as he offered his hand, “Shall I do the honour then?” At first, I thought of something to tease him but no, I’ve waited enough. I hesitantly gave him my hand as he bent down and kissed it. I turned warm, and my fingers in his hand slightly shook with excitement, joy, bliss, and love. Love, I was in love.
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loversj0y · 10 months
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5 times wilbur helped you + 1 time you helped him
pairing: wilbur soot x gn! reader
TWs: hypochondria + drinking alcohol + sickenss + death mentioned
note: this was so cute to write ee i love a good 5 things + 1! this fic is very cutesy too, a good strangers to neighbors to friends to best friends to lovers moment!
taglist! @l0veb0mb1ng
word count: 6.2k
one
The record store managed to be both small and incredibly overwhelming. It was a cozy place, with gorgeous dark blue walls, soft lighting, and big windows. You’d decided to stop here on your way home from work given that you’d been living in Brighton for nearly four months now and have barely gone anywhere but work and your apartment. It was about time you’d looked at expanding your music taste, so a record store was the perfect place to try and find something new. 
At least, you’d hoped it was. You’d been browsing the place for a good fifteen minutes, just completely mindless as you searched for anything that could pique your interest. A few customers had come and gone, and you could tell the shopkeeper was getting a bit annoyed by your presence. There was one other person in there with you, but the sun was starting to set, so you could imagine that the shopkeeper wanted to start closing. You looked around again, eyes scanning the title cards. 
The Front Bottoms. You’d only heard a few of their songs, so maybe it would be good to give them a listen, and at least this way, you could get back home before the sun finished setting. You went to grab the last record, deciding it would be better than going home with nothing. As you reached for it, your hand quickly came into contact with another person’s, and you pulled your hand back quickly. 
“Oh, sorry!” You heard, turning to look up at the only other person in there. He was tall, soft brown curls peeking out from a beige beanie that matched his sweater. He was really cute as well, a soft flush covering your cheeks as you looked up at his smile that honestly took your breath away. 
You spent a moment remembering how to respond like a normal person before you spoke up, “Oh, no, that’s my bad!” You smiled softly, “You can have it, if you’d like, I’ve never really listened to them much.”
“Are you sure?” He gave you a soft smile that honestly made your heart melt a bit. 
You nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure, go ahead!”
He grabbed the record, holding it for a moment before looking back at you, “If you’ve never really listened, can I ask why you were going for it? I don’t mean to be rude, I’m just curious.”
“Oh,” you looked away, red dusting your cheeks, “I’ve been trying to expand my music taste a bit, so I figured I’d just come to a record store to find something that might catch my eye.”
He thought for a moment, walking away while talking, “Well, if you’re looking for suggestions,” he sorted through a few slots before walking over with a record, holding it out for you, “this band is one of my favourites, they have a really unique style and their lyrics are fantastic.” 
You took the record, looking down at it. The front cover showed a pair of knees with blood going down one leg and a bed behind the legs. An interesting cover, to say the least. You turned to the back cover, which was more simple, detailing the tracklist with the band’s name up top. 
“Los Campesinos!? I’ve never heard of them.”
He lit up like a kid in a candy store just from you saying their name, “Yeah, I mean, they’re not as big as they used to be, but they’re really good.”
You looked down at the record in your hand once again, before looking back up to the excited but nervous grin on his face and nodding. “Alright, yeah. Thank you.”
He perked up even more, stuttering out his next words, “Cool, yeah, alright.” There was a faint blush on his cheeks as he moved to go check out. 
“I hope you enjoy it, really, it’s one of my absolute favorite records,” he gave you a gentle smile as he finished getting rung up by the shopkeeper. He looked like he wanted to ask you something, but before he could, his phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket, cursing softly. 
“I’ve got to run,” he sighed, smiling at you once more as he headed towards the door, “it was nice talking to you.”
You tried to ignore the fact that your mood faltered a bit at the knowledge that he would have to leave, even if you’d only been speaking for about five-odd minutes. “It was nice talking to you too. Thanks for the recommendation!” You smiled, giving him a slight wave as he walked out the door, before purchasing the record. With a frown, you realized that you never caught his name.                                            
two 
It was raining. It was cold, and it was raining. It was cold, raining, and your arms hurt. You had walked half a mile back to your apartment in the freezing rain with a box of your things because your boss decided that your last work wasn’t “suitable for the brands image” whatever that meant and fired you. You’d cried about it on the first half of the walk, stressed over having to potentially find a new job. But now you were just tired, the rain was seeping through your coat to your skin, and you could feel the cold in your bones which was entirely unpleasant when carrying a shitty cardboard box filled with the contents of your entire office. 
You managed to get into the building, thankfully your downstairs neighbor was kind enough to hold the door open for you when she’d seen you struggling to open the door. That wasn’t the hard part, though, no, the hard part was somehow trying to fish your keys from your pocket without dropping the box of things and then proceeding to unlock your door. 
You pushed the box between your door and chest, trying to use the tension in order to get the keys out of your pocket.
You quickly got distracted by the sound of a door behind you opening. You didn’t really know much about your neighbor across the hall. You’d never actually met him, since it appeared you and him had opposing schedules for the most part. You were always out by eight A.M. to walk to work, and you usually only returned around 6 P.M.. From what you could gather, he usually left sometime around noon and only returned later in the night, though sometimes, when you couldn’t sleep, you’d hear him get back as late as 2 A.M..
 Because of the distraction, you ended up dropping the keys right onto the ground. You tried to carefully manuveur your way into picking up the keys, but instead, you were met with the sound of crashing as the wet cardboard gave way and fell to the floor, scattering your belongings across the hallway.
You sighed, crouching down to start picking things up when you heard a voice from across the hall.
“Oh, here, let me,” your neighbor spoke, leaning down to grab a photo that had fallen in front of his door. 
You looked up, shock flooding you for a moment as you finally got a look at your neighbor.
“You’re that guy,” you smiled, and his head whipped up alarmingly fast, “from the record store.”
He relaxed when you finished your sentence, a soft smile coming onto his face as he held out the photo, “Yeah, uh, hi. You live across the hall?” You nodded as you took the photo, and he chuckled, “Well, that guess the world is funny like that.” He helped you clean up the things, placing them inside the box for you.
“You really don’t have to do that.”
“Oh, no, I insist, trust me,” he gave you a warm smile, and you suddenly didn’t feel so cold anymore. 
“Thank you,” you spoke timidly
It didn’t take long before all of your things were recollected, and you carefully stood, unlocking your apartment door. You went to lean down to pick up the box, but your neighbor had already picked it up.
“I could bring it inside, if you want. It’s a bit heavy. Not- not that you can’t carry it, I- I just mean-” His nervous stuttering brought a laugh out of you, and he paused, face flushed as he looked up at you.
“It’s alright, I knew what you meant. That would be really nice, thank you,” you opened the door, holding it open for him as he carried the box in. 
“You can just place it anywhere on the counter,” you spoke, and he nodded, placing it on the countertop before processing the contents of the box.
He clearly knew what that box meant, but he didn’t ask about it. Maybe it was because of your red-rimmed eyes, or the fact that it was quite obvious that you weren’t having a good day, but he asked another question instead.
“How did you like the album?”
You shrugged off your wet coat, hanging it up before turning to him, a soft smile on your face, “It was a bit odd, but I really liked it.”
He lit up, “Really? Which one was your favorite?”
You thought for a moment, “I’d have to say A Heat Rash in the Shape of the Show Me State.”
If he lit up just from you saying you liked the album, he was set ablaze with happiness as you spoke, “God, that song is fantastic! It’s my favorite as well.”
You grinned, and after a moment, it occurred to you that you still didn’t know his name.
“Alright, so, things I know about you: you really like The Front Bottoms and Los Campesinos!, and your favorite song from Romance is Boring is A Heat Rash. Things I don’t know: your name,” you chuckled.
A blush returned to his cheeks, and he looked down sheepishly. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking back up at you, “My name’s Wilbur.” You smiled, “Wilbur. It’s nice to know you and meet you, in that order. My name’s Y/N.” 
“Pleasure to meet you as well,” he gave you a bright smile, before humming softly, “Do you want some hot cocoa?” You laughed, tilting your head a bit, “What?”
“Well, I was gonna run by the shops to get some, so I was wondering, if you wanted, I could bring you some. I’d imagine it would be nice after getting caught in the rain.”
You looked up at him, unable to hide the smile spreading across your face, “Yeah, uh, thank you, Wilbur. That sounds lovely.”
three
Sometimes you think the universe had it out for you. It had only been about a month and a half since you’d gotten fired, and while you were able to start doing freelance work, that didn’t mean that things were looking up for you. Not at all. Because sometimes, when the stars aligned, they didn’t align positively. 
You got the text an hour ago. Your boyfriend — well, now ex-boyfriend — Jared, sent some short message detailing just why he couldn’t stand you anymore. How your “love” had died out and lost its spark and honestly you couldn’t care. He hadn’t done anything in months, you were the only one trying anymore. You’d just hoped maybe he would eventually try. 
Regardless, you found comfort in the night sky. The roof was supposed to be off limits, but you discovered pretty quickly upon moving in that they never actually locked the door. Still, you didn’t make it a habit to come up here, just in case. But on nights like this, where you couldn’t decide if you were relieved or distraught, the quiet night sky always helped you feel somewhat consoled. You put on a nice pair of headphones and listened to some quiet music, allowing the song to drown out the sounds of the city. 
You closed your eyes for a few minutes, taking a deep breath. 
When you went to look up at the stars again, you were instead met with the concerned look of Wilbur from above you. You startled, sitting up and pulling your headphones off. 
“Wilbur! Holy shit, you scared the fuck out of me.”
You hadn’t seen Wilbur much since that day outside your door. He did eventually bring you the hot cocoa, and you had a nice chat but not much else after that. You saw him in passing sometimes, now that you weren’t working a 9-to-5 and could leave your apartment whenever you dictated, but you would only share a few words.
“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled, a soft blush on his cheeks, “I didn’t mean to, I thought you’d heard me saying your name. Didn’t realise the headphones were soundproof.” 
You sat up, getting a better look at him. He had a pair of nice black pants on, as well as a large grey jumper. He also had a guitar across his back. You knew he played, you could hear soft strumming sometimes at night, but it was different to actually see him with it. He was also holding a half-empty bottle, and while you couldn’t see the label, you could tell it was probably vodka. 
“It’s alright,” you laughed lightly, “what are you doing out here anyways?”
“I could ask you the same,” he smiled, pulling the guitar off his back, “I come up here to play sometimes when my apartment feels too confining. You?”
You sighed, “I like staring at the stars when my head feels overwhelming. Makes it easier.”
He nodded, considering something for a moment, “Do you mind if I’m here as well? I won’t bother you, if you don’t want.”
“Oh, I don’t mind. Might be nice to have some company, actually.” 
You gave him a soft smile, and he returned the gesture, sitting across from you. He pulled his guitar across his lap, starting to pluck out some gentle notes. You looked up at the sky while he played, and it felt nicer than when you had been alone. 
The only thing that brought you out of the peaceful energy was Wilbur pausing his playing to open the bottle and take a drink. You watched him curiously.
“Do you want some?” He asked, holding out the bottle, “It’s just vodka.” 
Any other night, you would’ve said no. Any other night, you couldn’t justify it. Tonight? Tonight, you could. 
You nodded and took the bottle, taking a swig. You cringed a bit from the taste, setting the bottle back down between you both. Wilbur’s company was nice. He played delicate melodies, and for the longest time, neither of you spoke. 
The alcohol softened you, made you lose a bit of your filter. You were curious about Wilbur, and a conversation sounded comforting. 
“You… said you come up here when your apartment gets too confining. What did you mean by that?” You drew your knees up to your chest as you asked him, giving him a curious look. 
His hands paused for a moment as you asked, but he continued to play softly as he went on to speak. 
“I’m not used to staying in one place for long. I haven’t lived here incredibly long, but sometimes I have to fight that urge to just pack up and go. Being in my apartment makes that feeling, that urge stronger. Being up here makes it feel easier, because I’m not stuck in some room. I’m just up here with the sky.” 
You nodded as he explained, humming softly in lieu of a response. He took your questioning as an opportunity himself. 
“You come up here when you’re overwhelmed. What’s on your mind?” 
A sigh escaped you before you spoke softly, “A lot. I’ve lived here nearly six months, and it’s been… weird. Moved here for a job that fired me. Haven’t made an actual friend yet. My now ex-boyfriend gave up on our relationship. Lots of little things stacking into a pile that is currently tipping over.”
He continued playing as he listened and for a while you wondered if he was going to respond at all. Eventually he did, but it wasn’t the response you’d expected.
“You have me.” 
“What?”
“I just- You said you haven’t made an actual friend yet,” he shrugged softly, “I’d say you have. Me.” 
It took a moment — and you could see the nerves rising in him as you processed his words — but a grin split across your face.
“Thanks, Wilbur.” 
He chuckled, and you could just barely spot the pink tint on his cheeks. “You make good company,” he reached for the bottle again, taking another sip as he spoke.
“So do you.” You drank a bit more as well, and the two of you fell back into comfortable silence.
You both stayed out there until the bottle was empty, chatting lightly every now and then, but mostly just staying quiet while Wilbur played soft tunes. When you went back downstairs to your respective apartments, Wilbur kept an arm wrapped around you to keep you from drunkenly stumbling your way down the stairs. It wasn’t stressful or anything, both of you muffling laughter to try and prevent any complaints. He walked you to your door, staying with you to make sure you got inside your apartment. 
Once you had the door open, you walked in, but turned and leaned against the doorway to talk with him for a moment. 
He smiled softly at you, speaking in hushed tones, “Have a good night, Y/N.”
You smiled back up at him, “You too, Wilbur.”
He turned and walked across the hall to his apartment, getting his door open. Before he could close the door behind him, you called out softly. 
“Hey, Wilbur?”
He turned, looking back at you curiously. 
“Thank you.”
His smile widened, eyes bright.
“Don’t worry about it. And if you ever need company again, don’t hesitate to ask, alright?”
You nodded, before walking into your apartment, and heading to bed feeling relieved and light despite everything that should’ve made you feel otherwise. 
four
If there was any way to describe you, it was stubborn. Hence why, despite the severe cold and fever you had, you were still working. You were working from home on some graphic design for a law firm, so it wasn’t particularly hard, but the fever was definitely impacting your ability to actually understand the task you were supposed to be working on. 
Despite most of your work being done from home, you still made it a habit to leave your apartment at least twice a week to stop you from going completely stir-crazy. You followed a routine. Once a week you’d go out to get groceries and a coffee, and the second day was up to you to figure out what to do. Wilbur made that easier. Your rooftop trips became a common habit, usually going up there once a week, sometimes with snacks or drinks, to just talk. In a matter of about two months, he quickly became your best friend, and even though it was getting cold outside, you’d always gladly jump at the opportunity to head up with him and just exist. It was also nice to have him living across the hall; it made living in a new city easier to have your closest friend mere steps away. 
It also made it easy for him to notice your routine. More importantly, it made it easier for him to notice when your routine was off. Like this week, when you decided to forgo going out for groceries, deciding that you’d just deal with what you had since you weren’t feeling well enough to actually leave your apartment. That was the first time he noticed something was wrong. 
The second time was when he texted you, asking if you wanted to go up to the roof that night. You replied, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was what the reply said. 
‘ m niur sure im nto feelkibt to o good’
Your phone buzzed with his reply, a series of question marks that you couldn’t honestly gather the strength to reply to. You tried, for sure, but your message was less legible than the first, so you didn’t bother sending it. Because of how close you two had gotten, you’d also swapped emergency keys. Primarily because one night you dropped your key on the way in and had to take temporary residence on his couch while you waited for your apartment’s office to open, so you could get a replacement made. 
When he got that text, it worried him even more. When you didn’t respond to his follow-up, it made him worry enough to go knock on your door. You didn’t even hear the knock, head foggy from a mixture of sickness and attempts to focus. That brought an entire other wave of concern to Wilbur, and he felt panic begin to bubble up in his chest. 
He pulled out your spare key, opening the door quickly and eyes scanning the room. 
“Y/N?” He called out, seeing you sitting on your couch, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you stared helplessly at your laptop screen. 
You looked up, eyes taking a moment to focus. “Wilbur?” Your voice sounded weak, and your nose was clearly stuffed, “What are you doing here?” 
He relaxed when his eyes met yours, walking over to you. 
“I got worried. Your text was… less than readable. Plus, you didn’t answer when I knocked.” He looked over at your computer, “What are you doing?”
You groaned, tipping your head back. “Trying to work.”
“While sick?”
“I’m not that sick. Just a cold.”
He raised an eyebrow, walking closer and placing a hand on your forehead. “You definitely do not just have a cold. When’s your deadline?” 
“Next week,” you sighed, “But I want to figure it out sooner.” 
“And how’s that working for you?” He chuckled a bit, “If your text is anything to go off, I strongly doubt you’re doing your best work right now.” 
You huffed softly, closing your eyes for a moment, “Maybe I’ll take a break-“
“Nope! You’re done for today,” he hummed, happily picking up your laptop and moving it to the side table. 
“Will,” you whined out. Before you could even try to argue, you started coughing into your arm, gasping a bit for breath. 
He cringed a bit, but he gladly fought his own hypochondriatic thoughts to make sure you were alright. 
“Have you taken any medicine?” He hummed, walking over to your pantry and opening it. You’d be more baffled by his behaviour if it weren’t for the fact that raiding each other’s pantry was usually the first thing either of you did when you came over anyways. 
“Not since this morning.”
He nodded, grabbing something from the pantry. From your spot on the couch, you couldn’t see what he was grabbing, but he didn’t even give you a chance to look before walking over. 
“Go take a warm shower and put on comfy clothes, okay? You can take the medicine after. Sounds good?”
As stubborn as you were, it honestly sounded fucking fantastic. Maybe the sickness made you weaker, but you sighed, slowly standing. He reached his hands out, just in case you wobbled or fell. 
“Do you need help getting there?” He asked. Normally, someone asking that would make you want to kick them out and crawl into a hole to die, but with Wilbur, you sensed no malice or judgement in his tone, only genuine care and concern. Regardless, you shook your head, stabilising yourself enough to walk to your room. 
Your shower was quick, but the warm water did wonders. Your muscles felt immediately better, and your headache finally weakened just enough to make it feel relieving. Plus, you put on a big hoodie and some long pajama pants which helped you feel much more relaxed than the stiff clothing you’d been wearing before. You walked back out into your living room, seeing Wilbur standing at your stove. 
“Will? What are you doing?” You chuckled, walking over. 
He smiled, “I made soup. Go sit, it’s almost done.” “Did you make any for yourself?”
He faltered a bit, “Uh, no, I didn’t, why?”
You frowned, “Make yourself some too, please. I feel bad.”
“Will it mean you letting me take care of you?”
You nodded, and he sighed softly, a fond smile on his face. “Alright. Do you want to eat at the same time as me, or would you prefer now?” “Same time as you.”
“I should’ve guessed that,” he chuckled, “Okay. Just relax, put something on the TV. I’ll bring you the food and medicine once it’s done.”
You nodded, footsteps padding across the floor as you returned to the couch, this time curling up on your side, against the edge of the couch. You turned on some light music, knowing you wouldn’t have the energy to actually watch anything you could turn on. You closed your eyes, trying to relax as you fought off coughs and nausea waves.
You could hear Wilbur humming in the kitchen, and you smiled lightly. As stubborn as you were, it felt nice to have someone taking care of you. Especially since it was someone you trusted as much as Wilbur. You let yourself start to drift off as waves of exhaustion rolled over you.
You woke up from Wilbur gently shaking your shoulder.
“I’m sorry to wake you, but you need to eat,” he spoke quietly, not wanting to startle you awake. 
“Mm’kay,” you groaned out a bit, slowly sitting up. 
He helped you sit up, smiling and holding up the bowl. “Do you want to hold it or sit at the counter?”
You reached for the bowl, “If I move, I’ll probably cry,” you joked. He passed the bowl to you, and he sat down next to you with his own bowl. You started eating slowly, thankful that the soup wasn’t too hot. 
“This is really good,” you smiled softly at him, “thank you, Wilbur.”
He smiled, “you really don’t have to thank me. I want to take care of you.” 
You flushed lightly, looking down at your bowl and continuing to eat quietly. 
“Do you want me to put on a movie or something?” He asked softly.
You nodded, and he took the remote, putting on some random movie. It wasn’t long before you finished your soup, relieved at the feeling of having food in your stomach. Once he finished, he stood, taking both your bowl and his own to the kitchen. He walked back over with the medicine, holding it out for you.
You took the medicine easily, groaning at the taste. Wilbur was quick to hand you a glass of water before returning to the kitchen and cleaning up. When he got back, he sat next to you, placing a hand to your forehead.
“Your temperature feels better now.” He noted, letting his hand fall. 
You gently shifted, your head now leaning against his shoulder, “I still feel like shit.”
He chuckled, and an arm wrapped around you, causing you to lean into his warmth further, “The medicine should kick in soon. You should’ve told me sooner, and you shouldn’t have been working. It only makes it harder for your body to heal.” 
You groaned, “I thought I was fine. I never get sick like this.”
He hummed, gently rubbing your back and God, if it didn’t feel amazing, “You’ve been dealing with a lot lately. You need rest.” 
You sighed and nodded, “I know.”
“Just relax, alright?” he smiled, “I’m not going anywhere. Not until you’re better.”
Your heart warmed at the thought. You nodded before shifting and laying your head on his lap. “Is this okay?”
He nodded, a hand coming to gently thread through your hair, “Of course. You can sleep, if you’d like. I’ll be here.”
You smiled, eyes closing slowly. “Thank you, Wilbur,” you spoke softly, exhausting creeping into your bones and clear in your voice. 
“Don’t worry about it. I want you to be okay.”
You fell asleep quickly, a soft smile on your face. 
five
Things were starting to look up. Your freelance work was bringing in good money, and even better, you had a date tonight. However, it had been a long while since you’d gone on a date. So, you frankly had no clue what to wear. 
You took a quick shower, putting on a robe and blowdrying your hair. Once you were at least semi-presentable, you walked across the hall, knocking on Wilbur’s door. 
He opened the door quickly, a smile on his face, “Hey, what’s going on?” He chuckled softly.
You just smiled, “I have no clue what to wear. Can you help me pick?” He nodded, grabbing his keys and locking his door before following you to your apartment. 
“Just, sit on the couch, I’ll be right back.”
He sat down, smiling softly. Wilbur always looked good, and he happened to be cursed with either amazing or horrible fashion sense. Today was one of his amazing fashion sense days, a pair of nice jeans and a simple black button-up, plus a sweater over the top and the black Docs he always wore. He would definitely be able to help you choose. 
You walked into your closet, grabbing two options and walking back out to him, “Which one?”
He looked over the two options, thinking, “The black one. It’s a lot more date-night vibe, plus you’ve said that top makes you feel more confident.” 
You grinned, nodding quickly before going back to your room to change. You spent a bit more time getting ready, making sure your accessories were nice, fixing up your hair and your face a bit before taking a deep breath. You checked the time, only ten minutes until your date.
You walked back out, looking at him with a soft smile, “So? What do you think?”
He looked up from his phone, and a grin slowly spread across his face, “You look amazing. Seriously, you look absolutely fantastic.”
A flush spread across your cheeks, looking down a bit shyly, “Thank you, Wilbur. For your help, as well.”
He nodded, standing, “Of course. You know I’m always here if you need help,” he looked back down at his phone before he looked up at you, “So, you ready to go?” He grinned, holding his hand out towards you.
“I’m ready,” you smiled, taking his hand, “Where are we going, by the way?”
He chuckled, walking with you out the door, “It’s a surprise. It won’t be a long walk, though, don’t worry.” He smiled, and the two of you were off for your date. 
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Freelance work sometimes meant traveling. You hated being away from Wilbur, since you guys spent nearly every day seeing each other. However, there was a job a short flight away that was paying really well, so you took it and had spent four days on this trip. You were supposed to be there for a week, but you’d finished a lot faster than anticipated, so you were able to head home early. 
There was another reason you wanted to head home early too. Wilbur hadn’t responded to you in the past three days, aside from occasionally liking the messages you sent and sending the occasional heart. This wasn’t something new, there were days when Wilbur didn’t have the energy to leave his bed, let alone send a proper response. What worried you was that this was the first time you weren’t physically there to help him through it. So when you got the approval to head home early, you jumped at the opportunity and immediately booked your plane home. 
You stopped at your apartment first, dropping off your bags and changing into one of Wilbur’s hoodies and a pair of sweatpants before walking over to his apartment. You unlocked his door, a normal thing for the two of you now, walking in slowly. There were takeout boxes cluttering the kitchen, along with empty and half-filled cups littered throughout the apartment. You walked over to his room.
The lights were off, but you could see the light from his phone on his bed. He was asleep, his phone left open on some random post he’d been scrolling on. You locked his phone and put it on the charger, leaning over and gently kissing his forehead. He didn’t react other than shifting a bit in his sleep. You looked over him quietly. There were bags under his eyes, so he clearly hadn’t been sleeping much, and you could tell from the pile of laundry that he hadn’t done much to take care of himself. You let him rest, returning to the living room to start cleaning up. 
You spent an hour throwing things away and taking out the trash, and after, you washed the dirty dishes and dried them, putting them all back in the specific place he’d always put them. You wiped down some of the surfaces as well, knowing how he got sometimes about germs. You went to his room next, picking up all the clothes from the floor and taking them to the washing machine. You organized his desk as well, moving cluttered papers and notes of song lyrics and stacking them into a nice pile. You had your back turned to him as you dusted his room a bit, and you heard his voice.
“Darling?” He spoke softly, voice a bit raw from lack of use.
You turned, walking over to him and smiling, “Hi, Will.” You leaned down, gently kissing him. 
He kissed you back lovingly, reaching a hand up to gently cup your cheek. When you’d pulled away, his thumb gently stroked over your cheek.
“What are you doing back already?”
You smiled softly, lightly brushing back some of his messy hair, “Finished the project early. Plus, I missed you.” 
He cracked a gentle smile, arms slowly coming and wrapping around you. You let him pull you into the bed, wrapping your arms around him as well. 
“I missed you too,” you murmured against your shoulder. 
You held him tightly, the both of you lying there quietly for a while.
“How are you feeling?” you asked softly, looking at him with concern. 
He looked ashamed for a moment, head falling a bit, “Not great.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” He nodded after a while, taking a deep breath, “Just one of those times, I guess. I- I don’t really know what triggered it, I think my heartbeat was just a bit too fast the other night, and I was just so sure that this was it for me. And I just got so scared that I couldn’t do anything. It just ended up getting worse, and even if I don’t think I’m dying anymore, it just triggered a lot of bad thoughts, I guess. After a day, even standing felt exhausting. I felt paralyzed.” He sighed, and you gently kissed his forehead. 
“Well, you’re not dead. You’re right here with me. You’re okay,” you spoke softly, staring at him lovingly. It wasn’t often that his hypochondria overtook him so much, but you knew how hard it was when it did, even if you didn’t fully understand it. 
He nodded. “I know, I am. It just all got a bit overwhelming.” 
“That’s okay. It happens to all of us sometimes. You don’t have to feel bad for it, alright?”
He nodded, hugging you tighter. “Thank you,” he whispered out. 
You kissed the top of his head, “You don’t have to thank me, okay? I’m here for you, throughout everything.”
He squeezed you tighter for a second before relaxing, just holding you gently as he nodded. 
“How long have you been back?” He asked softly.
“A few hours,” you shrugged.
He frowned, “I’m sorry. You should’ve woken me up.”
You shook your head, “Don’t apologize. Plus, I made good use of my time.”
He tilted his head, “What do you mean?”
You smiled, gently playing with his hair, “I just cleaned up a bit. I wanted you to rest, and I wanted you to wake up to a clean place. I know that mess stresses you out, and I didn’t want it to add to the bad feelings.”
He looked up at you, and he looked around the room after, processing the lack of clothes on the floor and trash. When he looked back at you, he had tears in his eyes, “thank you,” he whispered, biting his lip and holding you close again, “you’re the fucking best.”
You smiled fondly, “Don’t worry about it, really. I want to take care of you the same way you take care of me.” 
He sniffled a bit, and you pulled him forward while he cried into your shoulder for a moment. 
You let him cry as much as he needed to, rubbing his back. When he’d stopped crying, you pulled away, looking down at him. “When’s the last time you showered?” You asked softly, no judgement to be found anywhere in your tone. 
He thought for a moment, “Three days ago, I think. I don’t remember, if I’m being honest.”
You nodded, smiling softly, “Well, I just got off a plane, so I’m pretty gross myself. Let’s shower, and then we can change your sheets? And I can make us some dinner?”
He nodded as well, sitting up slowly, “Okay.”
You sat up with him, holding his hand the entire time, “Rooftop dinner tonight?”
He smiled, bringing your hand up to his mouth, kissing it gently, “Yeah. That sounds really nice.”
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chrollohearttags · 1 year
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being the girlfriend of a rapper had its perks and for so many reasons…like the obvious of being thrust into the limelight, the notoriety of being the infamous eren jaeger’s arm candy or even fully funded shopping trips and island getaways at your disposal. But the one they never told you about was the alternate use of that expensive jewelry he always wore.
y’know, the obligatory custom chains, buss downs and Cuban link necklaces that almost every artist in the industry had. They were gorgeous and he even copped you your own to match his fly..but your favorite? the set of glistening gold grills, wrapped around the bottom row of his pearly whites…
sitting pretty between his pouty, pink lips, decorated with diamonds and twenty four karats, you’d catch faint glints of them shining from below as his head was sandwiched between those thick thighs; the band of his gleaming AP resting against your skin as he cradles his arms underneath you.
long acrylics strung through the wefts of his long brown hair, keeping his head steady as you drag that plump pussy all over his open mouth. “oooh, mmphm..right there, baby. Yesss..”
crying out in a fit of bliss, your neck rolled backward onto the ‘R’ inscribed headrest from the front seat of his Wraith. Your legs spread to their max as they draped across the door and seat. YSL heels and a two thousand dollar tennis anklet dangling by his ear serving as motivators to keep going…
to keep dragging that wide tongue across your folds and lapping up the constant flow of cream, colliding with the VVS’ scattered around his teeth. Every suction, slurp and sip more intense than the last but it’s not as if you could stop him!
“…quit playing and lemme have it, mama..you taste so good f’ me.”
after all, it’s his favorite treat and you’d never deny him the pleasure of making you nut in his mouth…not when he looks so fucking sexy doing it. knowing it drives you crazy when he flicks it across your swollen clit, smirk on his face and the diamond studded fangs peak out of the corner.
a greedy lover as he is a passionate one, a straight eater and he doesn’t come up until he feels compelled. Even when you’ve painted the bottom half of his features with sweet slick…damn near detached those pretty chocolate locks from his scalp and even stained his grills with all of your cum.
he can’t help himself from meeting that mound and fat lips with more sloppy kisses, making all types of sounds while doing so. while you’re gazing at the stars plastered on the ceiling, you feel yourself become full with his fingers and the one or two tears streaming down your face from the immense pleasure multiply.
“my baby wants to come, I can feel it..are you gonna give it to me..?” questioning so sweetly and rhetorically, almost in a cooing like tone that gets you every time. you meet the gaze of his gorgeous green eyes as he bobs his head up and down, still pumping those digits inside that needy hole..knowing you won’t last much longer anyways. so he continues talking you through that inevitable orgasm, watching your legs tremble uncontrollably in the process.
“hnngh! Fuck…”
pushing yourself further to the hilt on his fingers and riding that pretty face, (y/n) can’t hold it in another second. “That’s right, baby..squirt f’r me, put it in my fucking face..” demanding as he snatches those digits away and replaces it with his mouth; wide open and ready to revive his reward. letting go of all those sweet juices and allowing him to lap them up like a puppy from a water bowl. cackling as he watches you come undone right there.
once he finishes slurping up any remnants, he leans up and brings a finger underneath your chin to level your now light head. it’s when the two of you meet for a kiss do you feel the chilled metal of his mouthpiece and taste your own sweet flavor as well. he can’t get enough of it..
and every time he flashes those slugs, you can’t help but to think about the next time you get to wet them up.
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LOVE SONG | Lawyer! Nanami K. x fem! reader
syn: Nanami Kento was your work partner. Nothing more, nothing les-said no one. ever. Request is here.
notes; HAD TO CRACK MY LAPTOP OPEN FOR THIS ONE !!! this is prob the most plot i’ve ever put into my writing… i’ll proofread tyis later (no i wont) can someone tell me the wc🙏
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Nanami let out a deep sigh as he loosened his tie. It was way past the normal time he left, the sky dark and all the lights from the city settled outside his window. He would’ve left hours ago if he didn’t have to revise all of his notes for a very important case tomorrow. He’d been working on it for weeks, and losing this case would be a major fuck up. As he rubbed his temples, he heard a faint knock at the door.
“ I’m back,” You said, slowly opening the door with your back, your hands full with a tray of two takeout coffee cups and a bag of snacks. “I got coffee from the place a few blocks down, got some snacks too… just in case…” You said, muttering the last part, looking at Nanami. The man was a work of art, defined jawline, gorgeous veins and harsh muscle made him, turning him into pure eye candy.
“Thank you,” The man says as he stands up, stretching a bit before walking over to the little coffee table that you set the food on. “How much was it?” He says, his jaw slack a little, looking at how much you got. “I’ll pay you back tomorrow-” “-after we win this case,” You finish for Him, smiling while taking a cup of coffee from the plastic holder and taking a stride to your desk.
Nanami watched you, completely infatuated with your confidence. You were sure of yourself—not like Gojo—you’re the kind of sure that made 100% of his heart know that you two were going to win. He smiled at you, watching you furrow your brows as you quickly went back to work. He grabbed his coffee, and walked to your desk.
“May I see what notes you have?” He says, as a strong arm with a rolled up sleeve pulls a chair next to you.
He was going to be the death of you.
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You were practically bouncing off the walls, Nanami almost struggling to keep up with you.
“I told you, didnt I? that we’d win?” You exclaim, cheekily stepping out of the courtroom. The other attorney—Hiromi Higuruma— walked out afterwards, with a long face and a deep sigh. He walked over to you, shook your hand, and then walked away, running his hands over his face. He looked like he was fucked, Nanami thought as he walked towards you after you shook Higuruma’s hand.
“I kinda feel bad…” You say, frowning. “His eyebags are at his chin. i’ve never seen someone with such sunken eyes before, either..” You cross your arms over your suit jacket, tapping your foot.
“Would you rather that have been us?” He looked down at you, both of his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a suit—like always, but he usually doesn’t wear the jacket, and now that he is, you kind of wish he did. Made him look sexier.
“No…i’m just saying,” You sigh, as you shrug. You sneakily smirked at him as you remembered one thing from last night.
“You still taking me out to pay me back?”
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“I cant beleive of all places I couldve taken you, you asked to go to a club.” Nanami says, as he scoots a stool out for you, letting you sit. Ever the gentleman.
After making sure you were seated, he pulled out a chair for himself and sat down. “I mean, where else were you going to take me?” You retort, before you ask the bartender to give you the strongest fruity drink they have.
“I dont know… Maybe a nicer place.” He looks around at his surroundings, making sure that everything seemed okay to relax. After he calls over the bartender and orders an old-fashioned whiskey, he takes the jacket off, and It totally suits him.
“Like, a nicer place that serves steak or..?” You take a sip of the drink, and feel a wave of colors wash over your vision, and the taste of pineapples lingers on your tongue.
“A nicer place with a stricter dresscode,” He grumbles, as he catches a glimpse of a woman who’s top looks like a bra and a thong so high that he can feel the wedgie. You turn around to see where he was looking at with such disgust and start giggling. You order another one of those drinks, fully intending to get your money’s worth from Nanami. You take another long sip, as He finishes his whiskey, ordering another.
“Well, maybe next time, we can go somewhere fancier,” You say, shrugging happily as you order a third drink. Everything starts to look pretty and all the colors feel so nice around you. You down that one in a single sip and your body starts to rock back and forth.
Almost instinctively, Nanami gets up and holds your body upwards, afraid of you falling. He keeps a hand on your back and a hand on your stomach as he holds you. He looks at you with worry littered all over his face, and you take a glance upward at him.
“…you look so pretty like this, Nanami.” You say, a cheesy smile on your face. His eyes widened and his cheeks reddened, but he ignored the statement.
“Are you alright? I think you should stop drinking. Come, let me take you home,” He mumbled, as he used his hand to call over the bartender to pay for the drinks. His voice had a certain emotion to it—it was almost romantic, the way he cared for you. He turned his back for a second to get his coat, and slung it over his arms.
He held your hand as he guided you out of the club, calling a taxi over. Even when you two were waiting, he rubbed his hand on your back. As a taxi pulled up, he opened the door and let you get in first, then slid in.
He tells the driver your address, and then his. While you wonder why he knows it, you really don’t mind. You snuggle into his chest, smelling his woodsy cologne, and he doesn’t stop you.
“You must be so tired…” He says, as he strokes your hair. He adjusted his body a little so you could comfortably rest on him, although he was uncomfortable himself.
“You’re so comfortable…I always wonder why a man like you is single.” You mutter, letting your head comfortably rest on him as you fall asleep.
He sighs, and looks down at you.
“I wonder, too.”
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