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marcsburnerphone · 2 months

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And they were roomates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: angsty (very minimal), smut, jealousy, possesiveness?

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6- part 7 - part 8!!!!!

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When you get to the restaurant he has a large hand resting on your lower back. This spot is in the most crowded part of the city, meaning the ride was a bit over half an hour. He opens the door for you, stepping aside to let you in first. You sigh at the heat that radiates from inside as you step onto the hardwood floor of the very extravagant restaurant.

“John, I don't think I’m dressed for this kind of place.” You should’ve asked where you were going, god why didn’t you ask.

“What do you mean?” he asks confused, he looks down at you noticing the way you slightly sink into his side.

“I mean I’m underdressed for this place.” You whisper up to him, he looks around then back to you not seeing the problem at all.

“I actually think you're overdressed.” He says winking at you, making you look away bashfully.

“John, I'm serious.” His eyes remain on you admiring the way your hair falls just above your collarbone, how you have your gorgeous legs on display for everyone to see. He simply doesn’t know what you’re on about.

“You look beautiful, cut it out.” He says softly kneading at the meat on your hip, you pass up the long line of walk in groups and wait for the hostess to return which she quickly does.

“Reservation for John.” He says in his usual deep tone. Every so often you swear he lightens it for you.

“Okay follow me.” She gives you both a wide smile and collects two menus.

John follows her and leads you through saying his ‘excuse me’s to the servers you pass by, keeping you tucked firmly to his side. Although it’s an intimate spot it’s also bustling with business inside. You realize this place is probably hard to get a reservation at as the walk in line piles up.

Once you’re sat and given menus she lets you both know your server will be with you shortly before leaving.

“Have you been here before?” You ask as he glances over the drink menu.

“I have actually, Laswell and her wife got engaged here.” He smiles and remembers the very eventful night. Him and some old friends had hidden in a booth so they could watch it all take place and ended up getting caught in the end.

“How long has she been married for?”

“Nearly a decade.” You sigh with a smile. You want that. You want that terribly.

“Hi, can I get drinks started for you guys?” The server asks, John orders himself a scotch as you decide on what you want.

“I’ll just get an iced tea.” You say before looking up. But when you do you’re surprised to see an old friend.

“Adam?” You say with an awfully wide smile.

“I knew that was you.” He says leaning in for a hug that you gladly reciprocate.

“I’m so happy to see you.” You exclaim, last you heard of him he was in America. You wonder when he got back to the UK and how long he’s been back for.

“Me too, it’s lovely to see you. Anyways I’ll be back with your drinks.” He leaves as quickly as he came, stopping by other tables to check in.

“How do you know him?” John asks, you notice his gruff voice has an interesting pitch to it.

“Childhood friends.” You reply.

“Ah has it been awhile?” He asks curiously.

“A long while, he moved to the states and now he’s back I guess.” You shrug not really knowing what else to say.

“interesting.” You notice the way his eyes slightly trail your old friend as he walks around.

“Okay, do you know what you're going to get?” You ask him to regain his attention.

“I think so, you?” You nod your head also looking over the menu once more before making your final decision.

“Here you guys go.” Adam says setting the drinks down at your table.

“Are you ready to order?”He asks, keeping his eyes firmly on you. You don’t notice it but your very watchful date does.

“No actually, could we have a couple more minutes?” John says, catching your attention as you give him a puzzled look.

“Yeah, take all the time you need, by the way I heard from your sister not too long ago she told me you and Brian broke up. I was shocked, truly we all thought you guys would get married .” He says turning back to you.

“Well they didn’t.” John says lowly beneath his breath. You and your old friend look at him for a second before you reply.

“Yeah, it just didn’t work out.” You reply a little awkwardly in remembrance of the breakup. Brian had also been a childhood friend and a highschool sweetheart.

“You were always too good for him.” you can't think of an appropriate way to answer that so there's a second of silence before he takes the hint. “ Okay then I’ll be back in a bit.”

“He’s flirting with you” John says once he walks away.

“You think?”

“You don’t.” He feels like he just watched the man’s pupils turn into hearts at the sight of you.

“Are you jealous?” you ask, trying to read his expression.

“Of the childhood friend, or possibly family friend that's flirting with you, no.” He feels like it’s childish but in the end he’s just a man.

“John.”

“Please doll, don’t.” You can't believe your eyes as you watch his jaw tick.

“Okay.” you try to suppress the smile that makes its way onto your lips. John has absolutely nothing to worry about but nonetheless is pent up.

He changes the topic and asks you about your next painting project, what you think it’ll be and where you think you’ll put it. You ask him about his own work, where did he meet his task force or rather how until Adam is back for your order.

You guys go back and forth on whether princess diana's death was an assassination or simply a horrible accident you say it was an assassination while he calls you crazy till your food is brought out to you.

There’s still light conversation between bites and sips. He’s not jealous, he tells himself, just bothered, bothered that you’ve known that man longer, how he knows your sister and had recently spoken to her, how he looks at you like you're more than friends.

When dinner finishes up you offer to pay out of kindness and he just laughs shaking his head. When the check comes and he reads it he notices how your items have been paid for and prays dearly to remain collected.

“Did they double charge you or something?” You are confused at the subtle scowl on his face.

“More like undercharged, do you see your friend anywhere?” He says looking around and you do also.

“No.”

“It looks like all your items are paid for.” He’s clearly upset and although you sort of understand why, you can’t completely understand.

“It’s probably just a nice gesture John.” Why did he have to do that?

“Doll I’m a man, I know what this means.” He sighs, jaw clenching.

“Okay but we’re old friends.” You say trying to calm him down but failing miserably.

“Oh you don’t say.” He says pressing his lips together.

“Let's just forget about it, come on.” You softly plead.

“I’m not leaving without paying for your meal.” And he means it. When your unfortunate friend comes back around to collect the check, John's talking before he can get a word in.

“I’m sorry but I’d like to pay for these items.” John says to him with a husky deeper, irritated tone.

“I thought I’d treat an old friend.” Adam says looking to you while John’s holding onto every inch of his patience.

“I’d like to treat my girl if you don’t mind.” Adam looks back to you for whatever reason but your eyes are stuck on John like you're in a trance.

“Okay sir I’ll um I’ll rerun this.” He says walking away. It’s awkward silence and he’s still breathing in an unnatural pattern. But my girl, my girl, my girl. Is all you could think about.

“Here you are sir.” He says handing back the check. John gives it a quick glance before placing his card inside and handing it back.

When he comes back around to give John his card back and a receipt for a signature you guys both get up to leave.

“It was nice seeing you, maybe we can hang out soon?” Adam says facing you.

“It was nice seeing you too.” John patiently waits for you to join him at his side.

“Maybe I can get your number?” The tone is one you’d only identify as flirtatious. You shut your eyes for a second realizing John was right but regardless of that he has nothing to be jealous about.

“I'm sorry if you hadn’t noticed but I'm actually here on a date and I think that would be a little inappropriate.” You say politely while walking away. Once you're next to John his hand is around your waist as he is now the one trying to suppress a smirk. You walk out into the cold air huffing as you tighten your hands around yourself.

When you get to the car John opens your door as he always does, waiting for you to sit before closing it. He gets in quietly turning the key in the ignition as the car hums to life, you look towards the window and out into the city, in another life you're definitely a city girl who sits at bars with friends and smokes cigarettes on fire escapes. As he’s driving he can’t help but notice the pout on your face. He fears he upset you in some way as your eyes stay on the road.

You can’t help but feel like he’s upset with you for not shutting it down sooner. His silence only leaves room for your mind to take over. This is the common dance between you two. He feels bad for how his jealous tendencies may have affected your first date and you feel guilty for letting this man openly make a pass on you infront of John.

“Doll.”

“Hmm.” You reply not looking towards him. You’ve entered the long highway that leads home. The city is now in the rearview mirror getting smaller and smaller. With his right hand he caresses your chin turning you to face him.

“What’s with this look?” He asks softly as his eyes bounce from you to the road. The hand that’s on your face makes its way to rest upon your upper thigh.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m genuinely asking.” He says a little confused.

“I truly didn’t think it meant anything.” He sighs realizing you're overthinking, that’s why you're quiet.

“Don’t let that bother you, it’s okay.” He reassures you.

“I just don’t know what kind of man sees a woman who’s clearly on a date and is still so bold. Although when it comes to you I fear I’d be the same way.” John says and you scoff with a small smile looking away.

“I would, you're gorgeous, a gem. But my gem.” You can’t help the rise of warmth to your cheeks. You realize John is always complimenting you, always making sure you know how valuable you are. Does he not realize how you feel about him?

“And how do you think I feel about you?” You say in a tone close to a whisper. His eyes search yours wondering where this is going.

“Getting jealous over a man who doesn’t compete with you and never could is beyond me.” You continue when he doesn’t respond.

“John, you're the most attractive man I’ve ever met, and I’m gladly all yours. My mind is too full of john price to think about anyone else” He groans quietly at the admission, not quite enough for your sensitive ears to pass up on though.

“Yeah?” He says shifting in his seat as your words go straight to his cock.

“Yeah.” You gaze at him with the widest eyes, his hand clenches and unclenches around the steering wheel as he tries to remain gentlemanly.

You unbuckle your seatbelt causing him to turn his head at the sound. You’re still about five minutes away from home so he's slightly confused. Though all that dissipates when you lean up against the center council placing a hand on his thigh grazing over the growing erection he knows you know is there to plant a kiss on his cheek then one on his lips before sliding back into your seat.

“Thankyou for dinner.” It’s laced with seduction.

you approach home at a faster speed than usual. He’s out of the car the second it's set in park rushing to your side to help you out. You can’t read his current expression as he practically drags you inside.

“Are you alright?” You ask, he scoffs at your audacity, fumbling with the keys to get the door unlocked. He’s ushering you inside quickly so the heat doesn’t escape from inside the home. You remove your boots by the door as John locks up. When you look up he's closer than you expected and his eyes are staring at you hungrily.

“Have I ever told you that you have a staring probl-“ his mouth is on yours before you can finish. There’s no easing into the kiss this time. He’s forcing his tongue in your mouth taking you by a welcomed surprise. He lifts you up like it’s nothing, hoisting you firmly around his waist.

His lips drag messily down your neck as he pulls your sweater down further, any and all access to your skin available to him he wants to taste. You’re pressed up against a wall one second and then being walked towards his room another. He’s impatient and it's unlike him, yet he’s never felt more like himself.

Your hands are in his hair pulling up his mouth to meet yours. His pants are so strained in the crotch area that he’s bucking his hips unintentionally searching for any kind of attention. You've grown embarrassingly wet in a matter of minutes, being turned on doesn’t describe how you feel. Your skirt has become scrunched above your bum from all John’s touching and kneading.

“Please.” You whine. He meets your lustful stare, smiling at how submissive you’ve become from just a little touching.

“What do you want?” His voice has dropped octaves and his accent sounds extra thick as he says it in the short space between you. When you refuse to answer he presses more into you sparking friction so intense and so needed that your eyes shut softly.

“What is it, hmm?”

“You John, I want you.” You admit, you’re truly trying your best given what you want sounds too raunchy to speak aloud.

“Well I’m right here, gonna need more of an explanation.” He’s trying his hardest to not just give you it all.

“Your fingers.” You can’t look at him as you say it. But the smile that forms on his face is so large and proud.

“Don’t be an ass.” You say watching as your words definitely go to his ego. He knew you had a thing for his hands as he often caught you glancing at them when you got the chance.

“You’re making my greatest wishes come true, why can’t I just be happy about it.” You smile now as his lips return to yours. He walks more down the hall this time you believe he’s heading into his room until your backs pressed up somewhere else. You open your eyes confused looking around before you notice you’re up against the candlelight painting, before you can question him he reads your mind.

“Don’t think I ever told you how much I love this one.” He says as he begins to remove your top. You raise your hands for him as he throws it to the floor beside you. You feel his hips stutter a bit when he sees the black Lace bra that adorns your chest.

“You’ll be the death of me.”

“Promise?”

His hands waste no time in finding the space between your thighs as he rubs an experimental finger over the damp spot that’s soaked through your tights. He nearly drops to his knees for a taste when he realizes just how wet you are.

“Is this all for me?” he asks, pressing more firmly into the area.

“Yes.” it lacks that poised tone you always have. He grips the thin fabric and rips it in the crotch area and just like all tights, once one thread becomes undone the rest basically tears itself. He peers down looking at your matching panties clicking his tongue. His eyes go immensely dark at the sight of your arousal smeared on your plump thighs. He pushes your panties to the side shamelessly dipping a finger into your glistening cunt. Your back arches off the painting at the new sensation, mouth dropping a bit In anticipation. You hear how wet you are as he slides a finger up and down through your folds simply getting familiar with you, committing this to memory.

“Please john.” you whine. His eyes find yours as his index finger begins to prod at your sopping entrance. He watches your face intently as he slides it inside, groaning at the way you clench around the single digit. His fingers are thick and coarse and your newest obsession. He can't get enough of the look of pleasure on your face as he begins to pump it in and out of you. You've sucked your bottom lip between your teeth to keep your moans mostly muffled trying your best to make little noise but that just doesn’t work for him. He leans in sucking it into his own mouth before kissing you deeply as you try your hardest to reciprocate. He begins to introduce his middle finger slowly easing it inside next to his other, your mouth falls open as a sound of pure pleasure escapes at the stretch.

“D’s that feel good?” he asks breathlessly as the nearly painful erection in his pants twitches. You can't bring yourself to answer as your eyes fall to the hand that’s delivering you this feeling of ecstasy. He too watches in awe as your arousal leaks into his palm.

“S’good all yours john.” you cry out as he presses his thumb to your clit. He can feel you getting close by the way his fingers are fighting to keep pumping inside your tight hole. He keeps the pace as he places sloppy kisses on your breasts sucking a little roughly on the soft tissue and watching the little bruises that immediately arise.

He watches you in admiration, this is a paramount moment in his life. He curls his fingers towards that spot that makes you mumble incoherently, creasing your eyebrows in diversion.

“John, I'm close.” you're not close you’re practically there and he can't wait to see how pretty you look coming on his hand.

“Come on doll.” he wishes his eyes were cameras, he wants to keep the look on your face as you moan out his name forever. How your hands are holding onto his shoulders for dear life as if he’d drop you. And the way your long eyelashes flutter close. You're a dream, an absolute spectacle. His fingers continue to fuck you through the intense feeling, making sure you’re more than sated.

He waits for your breathing to slow as he pulls his fingers from you. You whimper at the empty feeling. Your eyes that are struggling to fully open don't miss the moment he sucks them into his mouth gathering every ounce of spilled arousal. He moans loudly around them and you feel that switch come back on as quickly as it did the first time. He takes you to his room kicking the door open and setting you softly onto his bed. He removes your panties discreetly tucking them in his pocket as you still struggle to fully regain awareness.

“May I?” He asks kindly, leaning down as he begins to hook your thigh around his shoulder.

“Oh John I never you don’t-“

“You never what?” He questions in absolute disbelief.

“You know this.” You gesture down to him with your hands, slightly embarrassed.

“I won’t if you don’t want me too.” He wants a taste desperately, truly doesn’t know what he’ll do if you deny him.

“It’s not that I don’t want you too, it's just don’t feel obligated.” He laughs and you feel the air of his breath fan against you.

“You're the one doing me the honor here, if you don’t like it just nudge me with your hand.” You nod nervously at him as he gains some focus onto the matter at hand.

He’s eye to eye with the most mouth watering sight on the planet. You’re perfect in a way that would seem unachievable if you weren’t a living testimony that it is.

He opens his mouth laying his tongue flat against your folds, your hips buck unintentionally and he moves to grip your hips and hold them firm.

One taste and he’s sure you will truly be the death of him. He immerses himself in you, lapping at everything you're willing to give. You moan softly as your hands find their way into his hair. It’s good, better than anything you could’ve expected. His beard burns the inner part of your thighs and that mixed with the way John has his eyes on you while his tongue finds ways to make your back arch off the bed is mesmerizing. You try your best to not grind down onto his face every time his nose makes contact with your clit. You wonder if he can breathe, deciding he probably can’t by the way his face is snug against you, the ungodly sounds of slurping and grunting is making you woozy all around.

“tastes so good, all f’me.” He says as he eats you out. It’s muffled into your folds, like if it wasn’t meant for you to hear. You feel that familiar build up of something hot and liquidy poor into your lower belly. A hand of yours kneads at your breast adding to the overwhelming senses of pleasure, with your other hand you pull on the locks of John’s hair, when he looks up he can’t contain it, the way his cock senselessly grinds into the mattress begging to be touched, he removes a hand from your hip carefully sliding it down the bed to release and stroke his aching red cock. He watches you lose yourself in pleasure as he fucks you on is tongue, your needy cries are melodic too him, they make him hungrier than ever before as he fucks his fist in fervor imagining the day he can split you open with it. Before he can think correctly he’s spurting loads more than he thought was possible onto his hand and dress shirt. The groan that he pours into you sends an intense feeling through your body, like thrashing waters that pull you under and keep you there before letting you back up. You don’t mean to, didn’t even expect it so soon but once the vibration hits you your clamping down onto his face. He doesn’t seem to mind, just continues to lick and prod at you letting your hips move slowly on his face.

“John I’m-” you try catching your breath.

“You better not say sorry my love.” He can’t comprehend that this is real life. He tries to drink up all of what’s left of you before you push him away from over sensitivity.

You lay there breathless and heavy as he climbs above you planting a kiss onto your lips. You moan softly as you taste yourself from his mouth. When he pulls away you look at him with his wet beard and glistening stache.

“What about you?” You say looking down towards his now unbuttoned pants.

“Finished about five minutes ago.” He says smugly.

“What?”

“What can I say doll, you're divine.” He’s not even phased by it and you’re in complete shock. He presses his weight down into you once more for a kiss then gets up and heads into the bathroom, you’re not sure what he’s doing till he comes back with a warm cloth and cleans the mess you made up. You’re unfamiliar with your partner doing aftercare but it’s nice.

“D’ya want a pair of boxers or sweats, and a shirt or sweater.” He says while going to his dresser.

“Boxers and sweater.” You answer quietly, you’re spent, as sleepy as can be. When he approaches you with both those things he helps you dress and opens the comforters for you to get inside. He himself is dressed in pajamas as he scoots in next to you pulling you firmly to his chest. You scoot impossibly close and intertwine your legs with his, your face is in the crook of his neck inhaling him as you fall asleep. He doesn’t want to lose this moment so quickly though so he tries his best to keep himself awake for as long as possible just to savor having you in his bed entangled with him physically and mentally. Although it doesn’t last as long as he’d like it’s enough to get him through the hard nights, his eyes drift closed as he too falls asleep.

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I too am ashamed of myself🫶

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bedoballoons · 8 months

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heyheyhey!! i would like to req for a fic, where after a BIG fight with your s/o (any genshin char), you're extremely clingy in the morning.

(because fluff after angst is heaven)

Omg I saw this request and literally went YAY! (Fluff after angst is just chefs kiss) I hope you like this and sorry it took awhile to write!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Being clingy after a big fight~༺}

CW: Slight angst because mentions of a previous fight, overall super fluffy though!

(Includes: Diluc, Lyney, Wanderer, and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Diluc:

Your eyes fluttered open, dried tears clinging to your lashes from the night before, reminding you of the argument that caused you to go to bed crying. You glanced at the sleeping man next to you, who had originally had his back turned to you but must have shifted in his sleep, his face now mere inches from yours...and his own sadness visible.

You couldn't even really remember what the argument was about anymore and in that moment...your heart didn't want to fight about it, so you moved in closer, cuddling up to his warm figure and resting your face in his chest. To your surprise his arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you against him as he kissed your head softly and whispered with that morning voice you loved so much, "I'm sorry..."

𑁍༄Lyney:

You looked away as Lyney opened the door, leaving the room the two of you would usually have shared and looking rather depressed as he glanced at you, your hands instantly busying themselves with the dishes so you wouldn't have to talk. "Mon amour..." He said softly, voice just above a whisper as he stepped closer to you...his fingers gently touching your chin, guiding it so you'd look into his bright purple eyes. Their normal mischievous glint replaced with guilt and sadness, he was hurting...just like you.

You bit your bottom lip, tears welling up in your eyes as you hugged him so tightly, saying apologies between sobs and rubbing your face in his clothes, the comforting scent of rainbow roses making your heart ache. "Oh mon amour...I'm sorry too..." He said quietly, embracing you just as tightly as you had him and wiping your tears with his thumb before placing loving kisses on your cheeks.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

(I used the nickname Scara here!)

The sound of knocking pulled you out of your thoughts, your eyes flicking to the door to see Scara, who to your surprise was leaning against its frame with his hat turned downwards so you couldn't see his face. Your chest tightened at the sight of him, the harsh words you'd both said the night before flooding into your mind and making your heart ache, was he here to argue more...you honestly couldn't bare the idea of it.

After a few moments of silence, you finally stood up from your chair and took cautious steps towards him, your voice shaky with sadness as you said his name "Scara...?"

Suddenly he grabbed ahold of you, pulling you into him like if he didn't he could loose you forever, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he held you tightly and your heart pounded against the walls of your chest, tears welled up in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him. His breath warm against your ear and his voice softer than you'd ever heard it as he whispered a apology against your skin.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You sighed quietly as you opened the large door, watching as it swung open slowly to reveal Neuvillette, who glanced up at you from his desk, his eyes instantly filling with love and slight guilt when they landed on you. He cleared his throat, about to stand and most likely apologize again for the fight the two of you had previously, but you didn't give him the chance.

Instead you walked over to his chair, climbing into his lap with a light blush on your face and snuggling into his clothed chest as he embraced you tightly, not a word had to be said between the two of you to confirm that everything was alright again. He held you like that as he signed multiple papers and studied previous cases, placing kisses on the top of your head ever so often.

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

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lqveharrington · 10 months

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Many Kisses | M.M

summary: miles is just too cute and you can’t contain it anymore, him returning it back <3

pairing: earth 1610!miles morales x fem!reader

warnings: (not proof read !!) no use of y/n, fluff, loads of kissing, miles being an adorable person and great boyfriend in general, lmk if i missed any

a/n: my brain just thinks on a daily that miles is so cute that i wanna pocket him and keep him for myself, ALSO, i do truly believe miles would call his s/o cute names in spanish a lot because of his mother. (p.s. the other one-shot is under way !!)

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You were beyond bored, scrolling through your phone to at least sufism the boredom Miles left you in. He was playing video games and you were curled up in his bed, not entirely sure why he invited you over in the first place.

You had changed into some of his clothes upon arriving, picking his oversized shirt and old shorts to feel more contented despite the lack of affection coming from your boyfriend.

“Miles?” You call out, turning to face his backside.

“Amor?” He responded back in his subtle flirty way.

You huff in amusement, pulling his blanket closer to yourself as the smell gave you comfort. “How much longer do you have?”

“Uh, I don’t know… It could be awhile. Why?” Miles leaned with the game, slightly jumping. “You good?”

“What? Yeah, m’just bored.” You smile at how he focused on the game, knowing that his tongue was poking out.

It was normal for Miles to put all his attention on one thing and still be so cute while doing so. Working on a school project, helping his mother cook, or simply sleeping next to you. But for you being the only one to enjoy his adorable face making and mannerisms, you felt like pocketing him up and keeping him for yourself.

You stared at him while he was gaming, but being too quiet brought Miles’ attention back on you.

“Mi vida?” Miles pushed away from his set up as the loading screen pulled up, spinning around to face you instead. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

You hum, pink dusting your cheeks. “Jus’ thinking.”

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He take your hand and laced it with his. “Besides me of course.”

“Technically, nothing else.” You mumble, glancing away from him and down to your intertwined hands. “Your just so… I’m not too sure how to describe it. Like, ugh.”

“Like, ugh?” He raised his brows.

You click your tongue, “Like so cute, I guess is a word to describe it. I just wanna squeeze you so hard with a hug and never let go.”

“Cuteness aggression comin’ outta no where.” Miles’ pecks your hand. “Give me a sec.”

You shut your eyes as he lets go of your hand, sinking into the comfort of his bed. Only when you feel the weight shift on the bed do you open your eyes.

“What’re you doing, Miles? I thought you and Ganke had to game for a bit?” You question as he slots himself in between your legs, head resting on your shoulder.

“We did, but I realized that my amazing, cute girlfriend needed my attention.” He pecked some of your exposed shoulder, slowly making his way up. “You’re just so incredible, mi vida.”

You blink, feeling tired from the weight on you.

He continued to leave light kisses and kissed all over your face. Your forehead, cheeks, nose, anywhere accessible to him he would kiss. The one place you wanted a kiss he was purposely avoiding.

You give a joking pout, still patiently waiting for the kiss on your lips but still received none.

Miles left one last kiss on your forehead before laying back down, moving his body to lay on his side to face you.

Staring at his lips then back to his eyes, you sigh. “Miles?”

He hummed, keep his arms around your waist secure as your legs were tangled with his.

“I wanna kiss.”

“You got plenty of kisses.” He tried to hide his amusement, knowing you weren’t going to stop until you got a kiss on your lips.

“Yeah, I guess…” You bit your lip and think about your next move. “But you kinda missed a spot?”

“Where, mami?” Miles took one of his hand and brought it under your chin. He left a soft kiss to your cheek, “Here?”

You let a small smile slip through, “No…”

“You gotta tell me where, baby.” He rubbed the soft part of your check with his thumb. “Otherwise, I won’t know.”

“Here.” You pointed to your lips, his eyes following your movements.

He pulls you close to him, kissing you on the lips with his own soft ones, smiling into it when you quickly return the kiss. You cup his face, kissing him multiple times and giggling when he copies you.

“I love you so so so much.” You mumbled between kisses.

“I love you so much, more than you will ever know.” Miles says after giving you one last kiss and rests his forehead on yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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butterfluffy · 2 years

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No idea if your taking requests, but I’ve had something in my head for a awhile. What about shanks or buggy with a s/o who pranks them by dodging their kisses, and maybe a fluffy ending?

“don't dodge my kiss!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· hcs + scenario of dodging their kisses as a prank~! what could possibly go wrong..? 👁️👁️

⠀⠀➧ fluff | shanks, buggy, d. rosinante/corazon (separate) × gn!s/o!reader | headcanons + scenario

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! swearing and mistakes may be present, though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes : hello anon~ here's your request. i was originally gonna make the scenario for buggy alone, but yk i love shanks v much. and i also decided to include my clumsy bae, cora. ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

SHANKS

when you dodge his kiss

tilts his head to the side as he looks at you with a pout.

tries to kiss you again immediately after his mini sulking session.

but when you dodge him again, shanks frowns like a child who got his candy taken from him...

shanks, your lover, had always been a tease. and to be honest, you weren't a fan of it at all, so you had thought of a way to get back from his teasing... and it's dodging his kisses. not the brightest idea, but you know that shanks won't love it.

“love you bae!” shanks exclaims, a big smile on his face as he embraced your figure that is sat on his lap, his lips pursed, leaning forward to you for a kiss when—...you dodged it, leaving him shocked for a moment.

“eh? wait, lemme try that again—” attempting to give you a kiss that you once again dodged, shanks' jaw falls to the floor, his arm tightening on you as he whined. “c'mon baby, don't be so upset now and let me kiss you, please? now don't dodge my kiss...”

will go whine and whine like a child until you finally let him get what he wants—which is to kiss you.

BUGGY

when you dodge his kiss

his brows will be quirked up and down when you dodged his kiss, letting a few moments pass, waiting for you to kiss him.

but you didn't. so a ‘hah!?’ expression was on his face after.

this clown is quite childish too, so like shanks, he'll be frowning like a child.

“flashy idiot! how dare you not let me kiss you, moreover, not kiss me!!?” buggy grumbles, his floating body parts going crazy as he did out of anger and annoyance—showing that he really is unhappy of your prank.

“pah! you're annoying me, but i love you, so i'll be back in a flashy minute, and you better not dodge my kiss by that!!” flying away from you as his foot stomped loudly, the fuming clown had his cheeks puffed, sitting on the corner as an aura shrouded him, muttering small curses under his breath while he waited for a minute pass..

and now, returning to you as he had said, buggy once again tries to give you a kiss... which you dodged, again, chuckling by your lover's angered, yet funny face. “I SAID DON'T DODGE MY KISS, DAMN IT!!!!”

holds you in place and gives you kisses, making sure that you won't be able dodge them.

D. ROSINANTE (CORAZON)

when you dodge his kiss

insert shocked pikachu face, but make it cora instead, ahshahsah.

tears are hanging by his eyes that moment, and his jaw is still on the floor.

wasn't able to let a single word out too, out of shock and of being heartbroken.

“y/n.. mi amor...” corazon mutters, sniffling after you had dodged his kiss, not beleiving what you just did, causing his heart to crumble by your small joke that had an impact on him.

“do you... do you not love me anymore!?” he then cried, biting on his towel as his towering figure kneeled before yours, embracing you tightly as he cried.

“cora, no—i-i love you, i was just playing a small prank—” “i love you too, so please don't dodge my kiss again! my heart broke, you know!?”

immediately engulfs you into a hug and then kisses your forehead, before moving to your lips that he paid special attention to.

#ੈ♡˳· butterfluffy #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece oneshot #one piece scenario #one piece headcanons #shanks x reader #buggy x reader #corazon x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader #akagami no shanks x reader #one piece buggy x reader #buggy one piece x reader #corazon one piece x reader

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bookshelf-dust · 11 months

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a little lovin’

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 600

warnings: none

a/n: it’s late. i’m emotional. this is a little baby something that i wrote very fast. i don’t know. i just need a billy hug.

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You creep down the hallway, socked feet making nary a noise. You avoid the floorboard that you know squeaks, leaving your approach totally silent. Your hands are even squeezing the sleeves of your sweater, emotion filling your ever vein. You’re almost bursting with it.

Billy is bent over the dresser you share, one of the top drawers pulled open. He’s rifling through it, maybe looking for socks of his own. You pause in the doorway, notice the jeans and shirt stacked on the bed behind him. He’s got work tomorrow.

He pulls out a belt and tosses it over his shoulder, the metal buckle clinking as it hits the soft of the mattress.

You inhale and move towards him, watching the way his arms move, catch that sliver of tummy exposed because the arm holes in his tank top are much too big.

You wrap your arms around Billy’s waist and give him a little squeeze. Just enough to let him know that you’re there.

Billy doesn’t jump or flinch. He isn’t startled. You’re a quiet person, and he’s learned to expect soundless appearances from you. It’s the contact that pulls at his heartstrings.

It’s not as though you never touch him, it’s only that it took you so long to get to this point. He knows it’s taking a lot for you to do it now.

Billy glances over his shoulder, a huff of a laugh leaving his mouth. “Hey, baby.”

He shuts the drawer and spins around, your arms still encircling him as he turns. Your face settles against his chest, just as it had between his shoulder blades.

He rubs up and down your spine, squeezes at your hips, lets his thumbs drag softly across the nape of your neck.

You let up a little and look up at him. The second his eyes lock with yours, you start to tear up, and suddenly Billy has gone blurry.

“Somethin’ wrong?” he asks, brow furrowing out of concern.

You’re quick to shake your head and blink away the tears before they can spill out.

“I love you. Just wanted to tell you.”

Billy’s lips tip down at the corners. You’re being so sweet to him.

“I love you too.”

Though he’s not sure what brought this on, Billy doesn’t ask questions.

Really you’re not sure either. You were on the couch, staring off into space, waiting for Billy to come and sit with you awhile. Your gaze had fallen on a picture frame settled on top of the tv, next to the antenna.

The image stuck inside was one of the two of you from your senior year, leaning against the Camaro. Max had taken it.

You started thinking about what Billy had been going through at the time, how strong he is, how much he deserves.

You felt overcome with love for your boy.

You lift your hands up and he immediately presses his palms to yours, knowing where this is going. “Too cold?”

Billy grins. “They’re fine.”

He always whines that your fingers are like ice, so you like to check. You don’t want to hurt him.

With his okay, you slip your hands underneath the thin and worn cotton of his shirt, fingers splaying out across his back.

“I love you,” you say again. “You’re my whole world, Billy.”

“Shit.” He holds onto you tighter and blinks hard. You’re making him emotional now. “I love you, baby. You’re everything.”

You kiss him on both cheeks and keep your eyes on his. You just wanted to tell him, to make sure he knew. And he does.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x gn!reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x gender neutral reader #billy hargrove ficlet #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove comfort

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pinejayy · 8 months

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╰┈➤ Them catching you do the WAP dance|| Demon Slayer

including: upper moons. plus muzan and the hantengu clones

summary: @mammonpartenrincrime asked for reader gets caught doing the WAP dance

a/n: sorry for the long wait, but thank you for being so patient with me uwu. I really appreciate it.

warnings: some nsfw, not really. curse words.

Kokushibo

He couldn't believe his eye, he was in utter shocked and quite disappointed in you. Kokushibo walked in on you and you were on the floor doing some kind of provocative dance. "What in the world are you doing?" He told you, making your head snap towards his direction, and your face immediately turned red from embarrassment.

"Where did you learn that? Who taught you that?" He asked you shaking his head, looking down at you. Currently you were on the floor and as he looked at you frowning you stood up quick to your feet. "Oh. Um I just saw it somewhere...' You say, looking down. And he frowned and took a step closer to you, placing a finger on your chin forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Where?"

"Uh.. Um Well." You began to stutter and as you look at him you sigh, you knew you couldn't lie to him. "FINE! DOUMATAUGHTME!" You say quickly. He stood there, even though you spoke fast he understood you clearly.

"Hmm, Interesting." Taking a step away from you, and he grabbed a fist full of your hair. "I'm going to have a little talk with Douma, now as for you. If you want to be dancing around like a whore, then I might as well treat you like one."

Douma

He couldn't help but smile as he walked into your room, and that you were on the floor moving in a sexual way. Douma couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched your ass bonce. As he stood there you still haven't noticed him and once you were done he clapped his hands quite loudly. "Wow, just wonderful Darling." He giggled out, making you gasp out and you stood up looking down in shame.

Walking closer to you, he placed a finger under your chin so you could see his colorful eyes. "Don't be shy. I thought it was great. Hm maybe you should dance for me." He winked, leaning in and placing a kiss on your cheek.

And you stood there with your face redder than blood. "Um. You really did like it?" Asking shyly and he just nodded. Pinching your cheek in playful manner. "Of course you did, But I will say something." He told you and backed away from you.

"That I could obviously do the dance better." And before you could answer him, he was already showing off. As you stood there, you watched him do that dance you were just doing and you had to admit that he definitely knows how to move his body so well. Yet you couldn't help but feel a bit turned on as you watched him dance, and once he was done he looked at you, smiling. "Why don't we create our own dance moves~"

Akaza

He walked into your room as he wanted to ask you a question, and the second he stepped into your room he watched you doing some kind of sexy dance? And his cheeks began turning red, he didn't know what to say or do, so he just stood there blushing and after awhile he coughed awkwardly making your head snap at his direction. Yelping in surprise. "Ahh why didn't you knock!"

Akaza looked down at you and he was quite, so he just held out his arm for you. You took it and he helped you up. You guys stood there awkwardly until he spoke up. "So uh? Um what was that?" He asked, you sigh. "It's a dance I found out about, I just liked it.." You say, looking down in shame. "I'm so sorry." Your voice began to crack up, making him frown.

"Hey, don't stress yourself out. I'm sorry for not knocking." He said, hugging you tightly. "It's okay.." You mumble out, snuggling against his chest.

"I wanna ask for selfish request." He began saying, as you looked at him. "Can I see the fully dance." He asked shyly, making you pull away from the hug, you just nodded. And with that he sat on your bed, and you did your little dance for him. As Akaza sat there watching your body move he couldn't help but feel his cock grow under his pants.

Hantengu

The poor Demon was gasping as he walked in on you doing some kind of dance. His cries snapped you out of your thoughts, and now your attention was fully on him. "What are you doing? Where did you learn that from?!" He cried out, as curled up into a ball on the floor. You quickly made your way to him and patted his back. "Hey shh, it's okay." You began saying in s soft voice, trying your best to calm him down.

But before you could say anything else he got up and ran out of the room and he was quick to close the door behind him. Standing up as quickly as you could, you walked towards the door. Opening it and frowning to yourself. "Hey I'm sorry Honey..." You say and without looking where you were going yo ran into something. Looking up, you saw the Clones...

Hantengu Clones

"Ah so you wanna be a little slut now? Why were you dancing like this?" Sekido growled at you, pushing you into the room. The others followed him in the room and they closed the door. You were confused, why would Hantengu split himself off.

"Um I just saw it and thought it was neat." You say, backing away from them and all four of them began walking towards you until your back was against the wall. Karaku smirked and he was the one to pin you against the wall. Giving you a single kiss on your cheek. "Hm, such a dirty little human..”

"It would be nice if you were to perform this dance for us, right Aizetsu?" Urogi spoke up, nugging Aizetsu in the arm. And he just nodded and looked down. "Yeah, that would be nice." He said shyly.

"Then that does it, you're going to dance for us." Sekdio said, and with that Karaku lets you go giving you your space. The Clones walked over to the bed and they sat down, waiting for you to start. Standing there, as your face was red. As you began dancing the four hungry demons looked at your body movements and they got excited. And let's say all five of you did a special kind of dancing.

Gyokko

The Demon was in his art studio, as he was working on his vases so Lord Muzan could sell them. As he was working he didn't hear anything from you, and you didn't even bother to check up on him which was odd because you were always bothering him, so he decided to check up on you. As you were in your room dancing to this new song you found out about, you didn't feel the eyes on you. Gyokko teleported into your room, since you had a vase in there and he was shocked when he saw you dancing.

As he watched you dance, he couldn't help but blush to himself. He hid himself in his face, as if he was shy watching you. He was usually a loud mouth but this time he didn't know what to say or do, as you finished you still didn't notice him.

"Hyo Hyo. My, what beautiful dance moves." He said, finally emerging from his vase. As you look at him, your cheeks turn red. Standing up and you walked towards him, and you could tell his cheeks were red as well, he was trying to hide the fact that he was embarrassed and also excited.

Smirking, and you leaned in towards him. "Aw no rude comment? You seem kinda shy Gyokko." You say, teasing him. And he laughed nervously. "Uh I gotta go work, bye!" He said, and teleported back to his art room, leaving you there alone. Gyokko grabbed a new vase and began painting your body movement's into the vase. "Ah, you always truly inspire me darling." He said to himself.

Gyutaro

He looked at you, he was shocked in what he walked in on. You were dancing on the floor, he’s never seen someone dance that way and he was quite disgusted but seeing you do it made him feel weird and awkward. As he stood there, he turned his head to the side and coughed loudly so he could get your attention. Hearing him made you snap from your own thoughts, as you sat on the floor you turn red from embarrassment and look down. You began to fidget with your nails “Uh I’m sorry you had to see that.”

Gyutaro just nodded and shook his head. “Uh where did you learn how to dance like that?” He asked awkwardly, and he began to scratch his neck. “Uh I learned from seeing it around and I just wanted to try it out..” As he stood there awkwardly he looked at you and sighed. “Hmm I see…but why do such a dance like that..”

“I don’t know, I’m sorry.” You say, looking down and he wrapped his arms around you. Hugging you tightly, which was odd for him because he hardly liked physical affection. “Could you please not do that again. It’s not that I don’t like it but I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable with my feelings.”

Returning the hug you nodded “Of course. I’m sorry honey.” You say softly, looking at him and leaning to kiss his cheek. “And besides I prefer you pure and innocent.” He said, leaning and giving you a gentle kiss.

Muzan

The Demon King stood there in your door way, he wanted to speak with you about important business but he didn’t expect you to be dancing so exotic. It made him physically upset. How dare you dance like that and not show him, as he stood there watching you. He was tapping his foot against the floor and he had his arms crossed over his chest. “What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed out, snapping you out of your thoughts. Quick to your feet, you stood up and bowed your head down. “Oh my! Lord Muzan I’m truly sorry.” You began to plea out. “I’m deeply sorry, I didn’t expect you to come and visit me.”

Muzan walked towards you, his footsteps loud against the floor board. As you look down, you began to shiver and when he was in front of you he huffed out. “Look at me.” Your eyes quickly snapping to his face, and he seemed to have a devilish smirk spread across his face. “Now are you going to answer me darling? Or am I going to force the answer out. Where did you learn how to move your body like that?” He asked in a low husky voice, making you shiver.

“Douma…he taught me.” You say looking at him. “Of course that imbecile taught you. But I’m not upset because of that, I’m upset that you didn’t show me. I am quite interested in seeing these moves of yours.” He began saying, he leaned and placed a gentle kiss on your neck, feeling his fangs on your soft delicate skin. “Why don’t you be a Doll and show me. Show your Lord your beautiful eye catching dance moves.”

You just nodded and he smirked, backing away and he grabbed a seat and sat down. Crossing his legs and watched you. “Well hurry up.” Hissing at you, you whimper and you began to dance for him and he watched you. His eyes filled with lust, and once you were done he uncrossed his legs and patted his thigh. “Come here, I think I want some other kind of dance now.”

#demon slayer #kny #x reader #reader insert #smut #kokushibo #Douma #akaza #hantengu clones #hantengu #Gyokko #gyutaro #muzan kibutsuji #muzan #sekido #karaku #Aizetsu #urogi

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ateezlovely · 1 year

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I can't let you go

pairing: wooyoung x reader (gender-neutral)

genre: sweet, fluff, mentions of drunk wooyoung

description: drunk wooyoung comes home clingy and missing you

a/n: can’t stop thinking about cute domestic life w wooyoung so i had to write this ^_^

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Most Friday nights you went out with Wooyoung and his friends but tonight you were in bed asleep by 9pm instead. Going out to a bar or someone’s house to play games was what you and Wooyoung usually do on Friday nights while leaving the rest of the weekend for just you two. Although you know nobody will be upset at you for not going tonight, you still feel bad. Wishing you could go and be with everyone without struggling to stay away.

Being a kindergarten teacher was not easy and this week was especially long since it was the first week back after spring break. The kids were hard to manage because they were grumpy and had too much energy. You were exhausted from this week and all you wanted to do was sleep the weekend away.

Hours after you fell asleep you woke up to the sound of banging and what sounded like someone stumbling around. You got out of bed to see what was happening and to make sure Wooyoung was okay since you figured it was him coming home. Walking into the entrance area your thoughts were confirmed as you see Wooyoung leaning one hand on the wall trying to get his shoes off but failing.

“Wooyoung?” you whispered trying to catch his attention.

He looks up and instantly smiles so wide and forgets about his shoes as he stumbles towards you, “baby! baby i missed you”

The impact of his body crashing against yours in a tight hug almost made you fall over but you held him up against you. You giggled at this and Wooyoung pulled back to look you in the face. His eyes were barely open and he had a soft lovesick look on his face. Wooyoung was an energetic drunk, he was loud and fun for awhile but after a couple hours he turned soft and mellow. This means with you he was extra soft and clingy, not letting you go.

“You’re back already woo? It’s only midnight baby”

He cupped your face in his hands and pouted, “i missed you too much, i couldn’t bear to be without you anymore.”

“okay woo, let’s get you to bed now” you laugh and grab his hands so you can sit him down and take off his shoes. As you take off his shoes and jacket Wooyoung tells you about everything that happened while he was out. It makes you giggle because he is slurring his words and jumping from topic to topic.

In the bathroom to wash up before going to bed he wraps his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“I can’t help you wash up if you are hugging me” right when you say this Wooyoung started whining shaking his head.

“Nooo, i want to be close to you!” he whined, “you’re so warm and soft, i can’t let you go”

You remove his hands from your waist and moved him to stand beside you at the sink while telling him “you can hug and be as close as you want when we get in bed”

He was still pouting but didn’t put up a fight. Putting a hairband on him to push his hair back you admire his face before leaning close to leave kisses. The bathroom is filled with giggles from Wooyoung as you continue to kiss all over his face. You pull away to finish washing him up and you can’t help but feel happy as you take care of him. Dating Wooyoung for the past five years has been the best time of your life. It’s at times like these, in these soft moments, that make you appreciate your life with him even more.

Wooyoung is almost falling asleep by the time you get him to the bedroom and change his clothes into sleeping clothes. When you finally get him into bed and turn to leave for water he is immediately alert and grabs onto you.

“wait don’t go please” he pleads looking at you with confused sad eyes but before you can get a word in he continues talking, “please stay with me, i love you so much and i need you in my life and by my side forever.”

Tears start welling up in his eyes and you shush him before climbing into bed next to him, “it’s okay, i won’t leave you ever i promise”

“pinky promise?” he sniffs and holds out his pinky. You lock your pinky’s together before you both kiss your thumbs and he smiles pulling you close to him.

Combing your fingers through his hair Wooyoung sighs, “there’s nothing better than this, than being with you”

“i love you woo” you smile

“i love you lovey” he mumbles kissing you and hugging you close, “never letting you go”

#ateez #ateez wooyoung #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #wooyoung fluff #jung wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #wooyoung fic #ateez wooyoung fluff

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chaotic-mystery · 1 year

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heyy darling how are u? 💕 idk if you accept requests but i have dbf joel on my mind x f reader where she has an argue with her dad so she goes straight to joel’s house crying in his arms and he’s like so soft and supportive with her tryna comfort her with kissess and praises and it ends with a passionate smut with praise kink ofc and a lot of cuddles i’d melt so bad🥹🥹🥹 if u don’t take reauests just ignore this :) ps: sorry english’s not my first language lmao

(A/N: oh babe you're kicking my daddy issues into overdrive with this one LMAO. This one is kind of long since I wanted to make the argument kind of something they wanted to talk about before I just jumped into the smut, so bare with me.)

Word Count: 1189 (oops)

CW: SMUT (the passionate kind hehe) 18+, angst (if you look through half closed eyes, praise!, nicknames, age gap, established relationship.

Your knuckles tapped against Joels front door, the tears still pouring from your puffy eyes. The door swung open, Joel leaning against it as his brows are furrowed, ready to ask what happened. You walk inside his house and stand on the little mat he had by the entryway. "Can you just hug me for a second? I'm sorry, I didn't want to see anyone but y-"

He embraced you swiftly, suppressing your need to explain yourself. "Hey, it's okay sweet girl, you don't have to explain anything to me. I'm glad you stopped by." His hand smoothing over the back of your head, swaying your close knit bodies slowly.

"What happened, baby doll?" He asked as he handed you a glass of water, your bodies making their way to the couch. He sat down next to you, his body facing yours as he gently took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your soft skin.

"I dunno, one thing led to another and we were arguing and he started screaming at me, saying I was a bitch, and that I should just go for awhile. I just wanted to see you, nobody else. I know he's like your best friend or whatever and I don’t expect you to say anything bad about him I just…” you paused for a second to look at him, tears pricking your eyes again. “I just wanted to see you Joel, I needed you.” You finished as you buried your head in his chest, his arms folding around your neck to pull you closer.

"Sweetheart, he may be one of my best friends but he has no right calling you a bitch over something so small. That's something he's gonna have to work towards fixing with you and if you choose not to forgive him over that, I don't blame you. You didn't deserve that sweet girl, and I'm sorry you had to hear that comin' from him. You're safe with me if you want to stay here tonight, sugar." His thumb brushed against your cheek as he rested his chin on top of your head.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips, nodding in agreement to Joels offer. He shifted his shoulder under you, and grabbed your still damp cheeks, looking into your glossy eyes. "Seriously though, baby, you are always safe with me if you ever need to stay here. I'm always gonna be here for ya. Don't matter if he's my friend or not, you matter more to me. I care too much about you to let that shit slide, personally I wanna go over there and kick his fuckin' ass for talkin' to you like that."

You giggled softly just imagining kicking your dads ass for making you cry. Hearing that you mattered to him more than your dad did something to you, to your heart. It felt like there was no longer a reason to cry, no reason to feel empty. Joel wasn't very vocal about his feelings for you, but he didn't hesitate to tell you any of that. You moved in towards Joel, closing the space between the pair of you. He laid you on your back against the cushion and kissed you deeper as he placed his hand on your hip.

"Let me take your mind off things, baby, alright?" he muttered against your lips before pulling away to kiss your neck. Your brain was a little foggy already, but you knew you needed him, you wanted him. He made you feel so safe, so good inside, fuck was he was good at doing that.

His mouth worked down your soft skin, trailing kisses all over your chest, the peaks of your breasts and the valley between them. His hands snaked up your shirt and tugged it off you, exposing your torso which was soon being covered in kisses. The button on your pants was undone and soon after were your pants tossed to the floor along with Joels white tank top and his jeans. Your hands raked through his hair as he nipped at the band of your panties, teasing you while he dragged a finger across your clothed cunt.

"You're such a beautiful girl, sweetheart. So pretty when you whimper and moan my name like that when you're impatient" His brown eyes were locked onto yours as he slowly pulled your panties down , letting them fall to the floor. You grabbed his face and kissed him again, he planted himself between your legs as he ran the tip of his hard cock through your slick, covering the head with it before he went inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned, Joel instantly peppering your neck with kisses again.

"S'okay baby, I gotcha. Just like that baby, you take my cock so well, such a good girl for me." He started thrusting into you, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your nails dragged down his back as he took his time with you, taking in every second he was buried inside you. "Fuck I love your tits, darlin. Such pretty nipples that deserve to be paid some attention to, you think?" He teased as you bit your lip and only managed to moan 'mhm' as he slowly licked one nipple, toying with the other. Joels mouth latched onto it, sucking and flicking his tongue around the hard bud as he thrusted deeper from you.

Your moans got louder as he saturated your body with pleasure, his groans vibrating against your sensitive nipple. He released it slowly, meeting your eye level with a small grin. He took in every detail of your satisfied face, the way your brows scrunched together when he was making you feel drunk on lust, the way you bit your bottom lip before groaning for him to go faster. Joel caressed your face, leaning his forehead onto yours, "Open those eyes for me sweet girl, I wanna see your beautiful eyes when you cum all over my cock, let me see."

You fluttered your eyes open and his hand reached down to relieve your needy clit. You lips opened as a hoarse groan slipped out, Joel matching your groan through gritted teeth.

"Fuck, baby I'm so close, cum with me sweet girl, cmon. You can do it, cmon baby. Cum with me" He pants as you can feel his cock twitch, knowing it's only a matter of seconds before he cums. The circles he's making on your clit get faster and harder, sending you over the edge as you squeal his name, your body shaking underneath his. Seeing you shake under him sealed the deal for him, and he came inside you, thrusting his load deeper inside you as it mixed with your juices.

He collapsed on your chest, your fingers playing with the damp curls that hung slightly over the nape of his neck, just holding him there as you both came off your high of pleasure. He softly kissed your jaw and made his way to your lips, pecking you a few times as you giggled at the mess of clothes and shoes around you. "Feel better, sugar?"

#dbf!joel miller #dbf!joel #dbf! joel smut #dbf joel miller x f reader #joel miller #joel miller smut #tlou hbo #pedro pascal #dbf joel miller #joel miller drabble #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #dbf joel blurb

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yuyu1024 · 4 months

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Two friends with Benefit

Pairings: Yunho × y/n x Mingi

Genre/tags: arranged marriage, cheating

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 poly, smut, cursing, pet names, jealousy, smut/angst, kink/fetish, fingering, unprotected sex [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.3k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: reposting all my stories one by one again as I deleted my acct by mistake. All of the stories I will be posting is all mine. (All of my fanfics/oneshots are also available wattpad @/shinestar1024)

It has been more than a year since you moved in to your new apartment. Work has been so hectic for you that going back from work and your house, with your parents, every damn day is too much to handle. Sleep is very important for you. If you can't sleep, you can't focus on work. And if you can focus o work, your boss will probably yell at you and shame you in front of everybody. Nobody wants that. You need this job. You need the paycheck and that money can't give you the space you need. Everything is so damn expensive these days.

And that's why, you are incredibly lucky that your two best friends from college offered their extra room for you.

Yunho and Mingi are both working at the same tech company that is in the area. Their work pays well thats why they can afford the nice and spacious apartment they have now.

The room they gave you was their gaming room. Its spacious enough for you and your needs so you can't complain about it. It's free! Actually everything is sort of free to you. They didn't asked you to pay or share besides your part of the rental. Which makes you question how much they earn by typing things in their computers.

But besides that, the two towers are not just your roommates. Besides being your bestfriends, these two have been your fuck bodies for awhile now. It started from a small bet while all three of you are tipsy and now it flourished to this amazing trio that you thought will never work but It did... and its still going.

"Babe!" Mingi is across the street from where you at, waving. He's smiling and jumping. He can't wait to cross the street. Yunho is standing beside him, laughing at him.

When the signal says Okay to cross, Mingi runs and immidiately hugs you. "Y/n, you're back!"

You've been away for a week because of a work thing and this has been the longest you three have been separated.

"Yeaaah, glad to be back. I miss my bed..." You pout

"Just the bed?" Yunho tugs the strand of hair that's been bothering you.

"Of course I missed you two! My roommate for the trip is a handful... she's so talkative and does not respect my personal space. I CAN'T!" you say, rolling your eyes.

"Guess you prefer us being noisy than her..." Mingi says

"Of course..." You wrap your hands around his arm and lean your head.

"You look tired... so let's get home and eat something good to make you feel better." Yunho takes your luggage and carries it for you.

"Thank, Yunho."

When you guys arrive at the apartment, the first thing you did is lay down on the huge as sofa that you call your second bed. This is is where you usually fall asleep after a night out or an extreme overtime at work.

"I miss this!" You hug the pillows like you've been gone for a year.

"Yah!" Yunho comes over and playfully pulls your leg so you get closer to him and slaps your butt "Don't be such a tease this... we should eat first... like proper food before we can play."

You giggle as you see how Yunho's eyes are gazing on you. "Did you missed me that much?"

"you have no idea." he crawls over you until he reaches you, close enough that both of you lips almost touchs.

You bit your lip gently, teasing him even more. "You can show me later..." you whisper

"Oh, you bet I will." Yunho leans more and finally kisses you. The kiss is soft and yet tender that it pulls you in wanting more.

"Seriously? No one is going to help me prepare dinner?" Mingi calls you guys out

Laughing, "Okay, okay! I will get up and help you!" Yunho plants a small kiss on your cheek before letting you go.

"You! Yunho! You're taking advantage of me being busy here in the kitchen...why did you start making out with y/n?"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it. I missed her." Yunho takes an apron and puts it in.

"I too, missed her. I've been dreaming about having sex with her for days now... but we need to cook first!" Mingi pouts

"Aww! Mingi!" You get up and walk towards the kitchen to hug your baby giant. "Don't pout... I am back... we can make your dreams come true."

Hearing that made Mingi happy. He can't hide the smile on his face. "I promise to make you feel good. To fill you up." He leans down to kiss you, placing his hand behind your neck.

You start to moan as he continues to kiss you, then suddenly you felt hands moving from behind you. "Maybe... we should just skip dinner or order in for later?" Yunho breathes as his hands skims over your breast.

"Ah! Yunho!" You cry, leaning your head back to his chest. He's fingers circling over your hard tips. "S-shit! That's so good!"

"Baby, you sound so heavenly." Mingi goes down on his knees, kissing your exposed stomach as she starts to unbutton your jeans.

"Your breast is so plump." Yunho kisses you hard as he massages your boobs. "It's perfect... that... it fits our hands..." he says in between kisses.

"Ahh!" You raise your hand to grab onto Yunho as you feel the cooling sensation down there. Mingi removed your pants so easily.

"I've been craving this for a week now." Mingi snarls as he puts his face between your legs. "I want to eat now... can I go ahead?" He asks Yunho

"Go ahead... I'll make her busy up here..." Yunho changes his position have more access to yout breast. "Tell us to stop okay? If it's too much..."

"I... will..uhhh..." you try to answer but your knees weakens as you felt Mingi's tongue lick you up. "G-God!"

Smirking, Yunho unclasps your bra, freeing your plumps breast. He grabs one to massage while the other one he starts to lick using his tongue.

"Fuck!" You grab onto the counter for support. These guys are really making up for the whole damn week you've been gone. They are sucking the life out of you.

"W-wait..." you tap both of them. They stop and looks at you. "Let me... breathe..."

"Are we being too much?" Yunho kisses the back of your hand. "Do you want us to continue this on bed?"

"I can't wait to go to bed. Just fuck me on the sofa." You pull both of them with you. "Sit."

The two of them follows. They both stare at you, as you strip the rest of your clothes in front of them.

"Damn." Mingi bites his lips as he watches you. "You're so sexy!"

"Am I?" After throwing away the last clothing, you get closer to Mingi, spread your legs and sat on his lap. "Since, you are the first one to talk... you can fuck me first."

"Yes!" Mingi lowers down his jogger bands along with his boxers. The tip of his cock shows and the sight already makes you wet. "Come to Daddy little kitten!"

He gently puts himself in your core. He's to long and thick that you can already feel the thightness.

"Baby," you cry as you look at Yunho, sitting beside you two, watching. "Fuck!" You gasp as Mingi begins thrusting. "Kiss me..." You ask Yunho

He takes his top off, lowers his pants and moves closer to kiss you as he strokes himself.

"Y/n!" Mingi cries as you start to move your hips together with him in rythm. "You're so... tight!" He growls. "S-so good!"

Yunho backs away from kissing you and then moves to the next person. "You're so noisy. Making me jealous that you're fucking her first." Yunho goes in and kisses Mingi.

The other boy is so naughty, that he bit Yunho's lip lightly. "Don't worry. I'll make it quick so you can fuck her next while I fuck you behind."

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malexmalesstuff · 1 year

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Can I request Robert Pattinson x shy Boyfriend reader where Robert takes the readers virginity and lets the reader fuck his mouth and ass while praising the reader?

Requestlist

Robert Pattinson x Male Reader

warnings: this isn’t good smut. reader is 19, Robert his current age. Age gap. sad reader, kinda depressed reader? Angst ig. Shy soft dom reader. Bottom Robert. idk kinda ditched the request sorry. Girl idk what tense i wrote this in

A/n: Realised i hate writing smut.

A/n: Couldn’t think of anything further. 300 likes, 50 reblogs for a part 2.

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“I’m home!” I heard Robert say, then a bang. You flinched, like you always do. The door was always so loud, for no reason. He just came back from filming his new movie, ‘the batman.’ He was away filming for about 4 months, not including the months during and before covid-19.

Hearing his voice, made me smile. I missed him, I missed his smile, I missed his hugs, i missed his everything. There was a difference in hearing his voice over the phone and in real life.

You felt this warmth inside you once you saw him walking in the living room, a warmth that had been gone for a long time. You tried to smile, but you hadn’t been feeling the happiest for awhile, your smile was weak. But you tried your best.

“Hey baby, are you okay?” He asked me, noticing my forced smile. I felt so weak, and happy at the same time. He rushed walked over to the big couch i was on, getting on his knees to hug me.

“Yes, i’m okay.” I lied to him, my voice was weak. As we pulled out of the hug, i grabbed his face. “please, never leave so unannounced like that ever again.” I tell him, as i feel my eyes tear up. Trying my best not to breakdown. My vision went blurry, and breathing became harder to control.

As Robert tried to speak, no words came out. His eyes started to tear up aswell, he was lost for words. Regret was the only emotion he showed, it was loud. His jaw sharpened, and he chocked on his own words.

“I-i’m sorry.” he said also trying his best not to breakdown.

- time skip (tell if you want me to make an angst fic)

We where now laying in bed, watching tv. I was laying on his bare chest, my hand on his stomach. I felt him kiss my head, giving small kisses. I moved my thumb up and down over his stomach, knowing that made him feel a certain type of way. “fuck I missed this.” He says under his breath thinking I didn’t hear him.

I wanted to continue, but I didn’t know what to do. I have never done anything like this. My heart beat start to go quicker, I heard his do the same.

“Do you want to do this?” He asked me, knowing i had never done anything like this before.

“Yes, I want to do this.”

“Okay baby.” He said as he made us switch positions, so where he was now laying on my abdomen. I was confused by this, thinking in my mind he was a top. He took off my joggers.

“Wait, ur not a top?” I asked him, confused.

“No i’m not, is that okay?” He said.

“Yes ofc, just tell me what to do?” I reassured him

“Okay, well there’s actually not so much to instruct. Just kinda go with what you think you’re supposed to do, ill tell you if you need to stop.” He tells me, with a weak but beautiful smile. I can feel my cheeks turn red.

“Okay, go ahead.” I say, giving him permission. He took this opportunity and took of my underwear. He takes it in his hand and slowly moving it up and down.

I slowly started to get harder. He started to build ip the pace, making small twisting movements now and then. It gave me this feeling, i had never felt like this before. It was hard to describe.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you were this big.” He praised me, making groaning noises. He leaned his head towards it and started to give it kisses. Then out of nowhere he wrapped his lips around it. He moved his tongue in circular motions, going slowly up and down

I moaned, at first it hurt a little. But soon after that turned into a good feeling. You wanted rob to go faster, but you were scared to do anything.

“Can i?” I asked while grabbing his hair. He nodded yes, so you went for it. Moving my hand faster. *bop* *bop* *bop* I’ve never felt anything like this before.

“Fuck, just like that.” I moaned. I was holding his had still, and fucking his mouth. Hearing muffled noises from him.

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pray4saint · 9 months

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Can I please have a tall latte with a dash of cinnamon with a cupcake and fortune cookie on the side? Thankyou

For the 100 follower celebration (congrats)

guest of honour

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. streamer!reader. ted nivison x reader. jschlatt x reader. mentions of alcohol, bongs, vapes and implied mention of weed.

a/n. tysm! here's your order anon :] (i did do these separately but if you wanted them together you can send another request! also i picked the prompts since you didn't add one)

prompts: ”you look stupid as fuck right now.” / ”that could be us.” ”that is us.” / ”can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you..” / ”my kiss?” ”right, sorry.”

ted

your fans knew you had a boyfriend, they knew he was also in content creation, they knew you loved him, and they knew he was always texting you during your streams. since he'd always been faceless, voiceless, and nameless, it was a shock for the viewers to see the door open and someone walk in, head cut off by the camera placement.

it was planned, to a degree.. you knew ted would show up on your stream, in your office but you didn't know when, and that's what made it fun. ”oh my god, hey babe!” you spun in your chair and got up to hug him, the height difference clear to all. and now your fans knew he was tall too. before you were able to get back to your seat, ted pulled you back to him. ”excuse me? sweetheart my kiss?” you smiled and got up on your tippy toes, ”right, sorry about that.” hands flat on his chest when you kissed him.

you walked back over to your desk to see how the viewers were taking the small interaction, and from how you were positioned leaning over your desk, ted was able to pad over next to you, still out of view of the camera. when you realised how close he was you pulled a chair away from the all beside yours and you sat down. ”oh chat did i mention my boyfriend was joining today?” you gave the camera a cheeky smile, watching as chat was still trying to put the voice to a face.

ted leaned down into frame before he sat down, smiling at the camera with a wave. the moment he sat down, he started a bit. ”do you have audio listeners?”

”no.”

”what a shame.” you rolled your eyes at him before pulling yourself towards the desk to move apps across your monitors. ”shit, almost..” your voice trailed off, neither ted nor your stream heard what you said and while it's easy to ignore chat's pleas, it's a little harder when it's your boyfriend. ”what was that angel?” you hum at him, question in the sound. ”can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you.”

this wasn't a bit, but it sure as hell was clipped a ton. ”i said,” you began, voice louder than it was most of the time. ”'shit, i almost leaked our discord dms.', happy?”

”very.”

schlatt

your boyfriend's fanbase knew of you, but they didn't know anything about you aside from that schlatt loved you. of course it had to come sooner or later, but after a long talk about the consequences, you'd talked each other into a deal for you to go on his stream with him.

for awhile schlatt streamed and you sat just off camera, looking at your phone and back up at him from time to time. it was something that your best friend had sent you that made you scrunch your face up, and your boyfriend noticed immediately. ”you look stupid as fuck right now.” it was the first time he'd acknowledged you were around on stream and his chat was freaking out. of course it didn't stop you from getting up and slapping his arm. ”ow. you're mean.” he didn't mean it, yet it only made you hit him again before you finally pulled your chair out to sit with him.

once chat had gotten a good look at you and you waved and said hello, schlatt pushed his phone up to the camera before giving it to you. ”hon' that could be us.” it was a picture of two cats; one holding a bong and two vapes while the other held a case of beer. ”j, baby that is us.” now you show the camera the picture of the cats and schlatt takes the opportunity of being hidden to press a quick kiss to your cheek, making you gasp.

”chat did you see that?! did you hear that?!” they all seemed confused as you went off on your tangent, face making the :o while schlatt's mouth twitched up into a smirk, bordering on the grin as you tattled on him to his viewers. ”he kissed me when you guys weren't looking!”

oh boy did twitter have a fun time over analysing the clip of the short kiss sound, trying to figure out if it was true.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

#pray4saint #saint's 100 celly :o #saint's inbox !!#chuckle sammy #chuckle sandwich #ted nivison #ted nivison x reader #jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #ted nivison fluff #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff #ted blurbs !!#schlatt blurbs !!#s.ted #s.schlatt

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queerbuckleys · 1 year

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BUT IT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT [1.7k | post poker date spec (?) | angst with a happy ending] {ao3}

title from afterglow by taylor swift, for @singlethread enjoy

Buck feels…happy as they exit the back room, their wallets filled to the brim. There’s a buzz under their skin from winning, from the alcohol, and the good company.

Eddie orders the Uber and it’s tensely quiet as they ride through the streets of LA back to the loft. The air is charged and Eddie keeps looking at him when he thinks he’s not looking.

They make it up the stairs and into the apartment before either of them say anything really.

“Beer?” Buck asks, gently placing his jacket on the counter. Eddie hums as he takes the already offered bottle. He leaves his jacket on.

“How did you know? The seventeen seconds? Everyone told me it was three minutes. But you-“

“Because I counted all of them.” Eddie replies, biting his lip, “And those seventeen seconds lasted a lifetime Buck. And it was seventeen seconds because of me.”

Buck cocks his head, his brow scrunched.

“I- I was the one who—no one?”

“What Eddie? I may be able to do math now but I think I need you to spell this one out for me.”

Eddie bites his lip again and studies the pattern of the granite countertop.

“I was the one who brought you back to life,” he replies softly and quietly. Like it’s fragile. Like it’s admitting something else entirely.

“Oh.” Buck breathes just as soft. “I guess I never said thank you. So, thank you. I—“

“I owed you one,” Eddie replies, taking a sip of beer.

“Still. Thank you.” he says it sincerely, trying to convey every part of it to Eddie. Because if he’s honest he’s still reeling from it. There’s still a tingle under his skin. He jokes about it with Maddie. And the night in the kitchen hadn’t changed much, just given a little perspective. But he still hadn’t found his level as Dr. Salazar put it. The most at peace he had felt was with Eddie in that parking lot waiting for an Uber.

“Did you have fun?” Eddie asks, breaking the spiral, he saw it coming no doubt and pulled Buck right back out.

“Yeah, thanks for that too. It’s been a long time since I went out, got dressed up and stuff you know? And I’ve only ever played poker with Maddie.”

“You never—“ Eddie cuts himself off and clears his throat, “I'm glad. Been awhile for me too I guess.”

A silence fills every corner of the loft. Buck swears he can hear the neighbors arguing in the apartment across the hall. And he’s frozen. And Eddie steps closer.

The silence grows impossibly bigger.

And Eddie kisses him.

It’s soft and chaste and everything that a first kiss should be.

But he can’t kiss back. He can’t get his hands to move to Eddie’s hips. Can't open his mouth to make room for Eddie’s tongue. He almost wants to cry. And a small whimper escapes. He wishes he could explain it. But he can’t even look at him.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers, his eyes squeezed shut.

“It's okay,” Eddie replies, placing his beer on the island, and letting his hands run over Buck's arms like receding tides as he slips away.

The door clicks shut and he presses the heels of his hands over his eyes. All he can do is strip off the suit that Eddie had shoved into his arms in a garment bag not hours ago, and crawl into bed and try to sleep. ___

“Eddito, what’s wrong?” Pepa asks as soon as she opens the door. He has his hands shoved in his sweatpants pockets. His mouth twists and he shakes his head and leans down to hug her. She kisses his cheeks like always.

“How’s Christopher?” he asks instead.

“Perfect Angelito, as always,”

“Don’t let him hear you say that,” he smiles sadly.

“I remember another Angel that had that phase.” She pats his cheek as he sits at the kitchen table and hands him his mug of coffee with a teaspoon of sugar and a dash of cinnamon.

“He’s still sleeping,” she slips into her own chair, “I met this very nice girl at the hair salon this week. She’s new in town, looking for people her own age…maybe someone to date…?”

Eddie swallows past the memory of Buck’s still lips against his.

How perfect everything had been up until that point. He swallows again, “You can give her my number,” he concedes. The acid crawling up his throat.

“Are you sure?”

He grimaces but still nods, “I should get back out there. It's been a long time since I've been on a date. It would be good to try again.”

He sips his coffee and the minutes tick by until Christopher makes his way into the kitchen.

“Mornin’ Dad,” Chris grumbles but still leans in for a hug.

“Hey kid,” he replies with a soft smile and ruffles his hair. Chris frowns a little.

“Can we go to the diner for breakfast?”

Eddie had been promising they would go for a few weeks.

“Sure. Say thank you to Pepa.”

He grumbles something that sounds a little bit like Gracias and Eddie just smiles at Pepa and she nods with understanding.

He gets a text a few days later,

Hi this is Emma, your aunt gave me your number.

They coordinate to get coffee on Wednesday morning after his shift.

On Monday he asks Buck if he can get Chris to school on Wednesday morning.

“What are you going to be doing?” Chimney asks as they hope the bell doesn’t ring in the last few minutes of their shift.

Eddie glances at Buck a little nervously, “I um, I’m going on a date. My aunt set us up.”

Chimney’s mouth snaps shut over a retort after Hen lightly slaps his arm. But it’s Buck who takes off, the glass he was drying hitting the counter close to dangerously hard, saying something about getting a head start on his shower.

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Eddie had a date. A date. The very thought felt spiky, poking Buck in the chest. And most of all it hurt. Which made him feel guilty. Cause if anyone was hurt it was Eddie. He lets the water wash over him, it hadn’t even been that bad of a shift. No horrendous calls. But they had been out almost the entire time, never making it back to the station for more than an hour. And he couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie’s lips on his and how the closest he had felt close to at peace and level was when he was with Eddie. Even today, while they barely looked at each other but still were impossible to separate. He felt it alone too, just not quite as comfortable in it. Not as fully.

When he finally shakes himself free of the spiral and exits the shower, B shift is already in full swing of things and Eddie’s truck is not in the parking lot.

He has no idea what he wants to say, he just knows that he has to kiss him. For real.

It feels wrong to waltz in like he usually does, because Eddie doesn’t know he’s coming. So he knocks. And before Eddie can say a thing Buck blurts,

“Don’t go on that date tomorrow. If you really want to you can, but I just– I can’t let you do that.”

“So I can’t date anyone else but I also can’t kiss you? What am I–”

Buck kisses him, somewhat to shut him up cause he can’t live in a world Eddie doesn’t know that he wants to any more. Mostly because as he realizes now, it's what he had wanted to do so many times before.

Eddie lets out a breath beneath him and then kisses him back, dragging him in, wrapping his arms around his neck as Buck's hands land on his hips, his thumbs slipping between his waistband and shirt.

“I’m really sorry about the other night,” Buck is finally able to say between kisses as he closes the door behind him. “I am still dealing with a lot of things and I was just confused and you caught me off guard. But please don’t go. I–”

“I wasn’t gonna go the second I saw you pull up outside my door.”

“Eddie,” he practically whines in response. Eddie’s breath ghosting over his cheeks.

He finds himself trapped against the door, Eddie kissing along his jaw, his hand finding a home spreading across his waist, thumb resting on his last rib.

“I feel like we should talk more?” Buck asks. Eddie shakes his head,

“I have told you everything I need you to know, I think we have talked enough over the past five years. We have so much time.”

Buck smiles and they’re kissing again. It’s all syrupy and sweet, with a desperation to make up for what could be lost time. Or just catching up.

Eddie pulls him to the couch by his belt loops, with such little interruption that Buck barely notices his thighs bracketing Buck’s.

And oh, he thought he knew what this might be like, he’s done this a thousand times it seems. But it’s always been in cramped bathrooms or fire trucks, always somewhat awkward and tangled, quick and dirty.

This, with Eddie on the couch, their limbs slotting together like puzzle pieces, mouths opening, tongues dipping, hands–all singing in perfect harmony.

“Are we just gonna make out like teenagers until it’s time to go get Chris?” Buck asks at some point and Eddie buries his face in his chest, he can feel the smile that spreads across Eddie’s face.

“That’s a lot of making out, until three o’clock.”

“Five, he has Robotics Club today.”

“God it shouldn’t be sexy that you know that, fuck,” Eddie kisses him again. “We should move to the bed, and take a nap, shift was relentless.”

“Mmmm, what if we just take a nap right here?” Buck asks, Eddie nuzzling into his neck, little kisses just beneath his ear.

“We’re in our thirties Buck, that is not going to go well for either of our bodies,” Eddie grumbles. He tries to disentangle himself but is only met with a soft tightening grip.

“I just turned thirty–you are the old man here,” he replies teasingly, “Don’t worry I’ll take care of you.”

Eddie props himself up, hovering over Buck’s face, thumb gently resting between his eyebrow and birthmark.

The look on his face is soft, his mouth open as if to start speaking, but he just dips down and kisses the corner of Buck’s mouth gently and settles back down. Sighing as sleep wraps around them.

#911 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddiefanfiction #aj writes stuff #usermoonlight #userweres

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hopefulromances · 9 months

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Character A is worried about coming off as too clingy and first. Once Character B realized how much A thrives on physical touch, they make sure they set aside enough time each day to just hold them + Jamie Tartt, plz.

Lmao two of yall requested this one at the same time. I'm in a touchy mood but I feel like Jamie is a touchstarved individual what do yall think?

(Like) crying

You noticed it slowly. At first Jamie was all over you. Not even in a sexual way but just a touchy way. He loved a good cuddle before bed or even just having a hand on you when he could. Holding your arm or hand, keeping a hand on your thigh or just somewhere on you at all times. He'd rest his head on your's, hug you tight when he said goodbye, literally anything. Like he'd never been held gently before in his entire life.

But after awhile, you noticed that he'd slowly stopped touching you as much, especially in public. Sure, at home he'd give you a cuddle or squeeze before bed but even then, it'd almost completely gone away. You thought it was you. Maybe he was getting tired of you or your body.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, lifting your shirt up to look at your stomach, running a hand over the bumps and curves. Was it you? Were you the problem in the relationship.

"What you doing?" Jamie asked, coming into the room. He walked right past you, not even giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Jamie!" You whined, letting your shirt drop. "What's wrong... did I do something?"

"What are you on about?" He asked, turning back around to face you. You wanted to reach out and hold on to him but now you were afraid to do it.

"I... is it my body? I know I gained a little weight," you told him, closing in on yourself. "But I can be better!"

Jamie shook his head, coming over to hold your shoulders, though very delicately. "Stop, stop, stop, no. That's crazy talk, love."

You look up at him through your eyelashes and big watery eyes. "Then why did you stop touching me?"

Now it was Jamie's turn to pull in on himself. He removed his hands from your shoulders and brought them close to his chest, like he'd be struck and needed to protect himself.

You furrowed your eyebrows, recognizing the change in his demeanor. You softened moving forward to touch his face, hold it in your hands. "Jamie, honey, what's going on?"

Jamie's hands came up and held on to your wrists, rubbing the tender skin on your hands. He looked so scared, so worried, like he was afraid if he let go, you'd disappear.

"Jaim, c'mere." You sat down on the bed, letting him lay down next to you. He laid his head on your shoulder, opting to stare at your knees instead of your face. "Talk to be, bub."

He frowned, a finger tracing outlines on your leg. "I jus'... was worried that I was gettin' too clingy."

"Oh, Jamie," you cooed, bringing your arms to wrap around him. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, shoving is face into your stomach.

You realized that it wasn't him that wasn't touching you, it was you not touching him that was the problem. Jamie was his mother's son. Meaning he thrived on giving and receiving physical touch. And you'd completely overlooked reciprocating that love. "I'm so sorry, no, please don't ever think that."

You laid there for a moment, letting him hold on to you as tight as he needed to for as long as he needed to. It wasn't often you'd seen Jamie so vulnerable. He was usually the one comforting you, but a man has his limits and Jamie had reached his. You combed carefully through his hair, smoothing out some of the out of place pieces.

"I'll be better," You said, softly. "We're gonna do this every day."

"(Y/N), we don't have to-"

"Oh, but I want to," You cut him off, pulling away to look down at him. "You think I don't want an excuse to hold you for as long as possible." You chuckled slightly, and Jamie finds it in himself to start to smile as well. You kissed his head, letting your lips linger on his forehead. "I love you so much, Jamie."

He leaned into you, and you could already see so much tension leaving his shoulders. "I love you, too."

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso show #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt fanfiction #drabble night #drabble #fluff #Jamie Tartt Fluff

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judgementdaysunshine · 2 months

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🌲 + 🥾 with Dominik and Rey: Rey wants to get to know her daughter in law better so he decides to include reader in his and Dominik's father and son camping night, having Dominik feeling a little jealous?

Hurt feelings and comforting hugs

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader

Description: Dom gets a bit hurt when he sees you and Rey spending time together on their dad and son camping trip

Gif credits to @thedivineelite

"Hey come with me dad wants to see you more" you feel surprised since it had been awhile since the last time you saw his family with how your job has been having to work overtime for the last few weeks but you agree nevertheless at getting to know your father in law. Dom holds your hand as the two of you walk up to rey as he eats some pecans "Hey mi hijo it's been a bit" you had met his family six months back and had gotten to know them more with the two of you visiting, having family dinner with them, sometimes being on the road with dom whenever you could, and sometimes going out on girl trips with his sister Aalyah but you were nervous about what his parents thought of you knowing that aalyah already liked you quite a bit and told them about you and the few times around his dad or both of his parents they were wonderful so it didn't seem that they hated or despised you in anyway but your anxiety still took it's strong over your nerves and mind but it melts when rey sees you "Libélula good to see you!" the warm hug the two of you share melts the thoughts and nerves from before away noticing the sweet smile on dom's face and his eyes light up before he was watching you and rey make a fire before you went to the car to grab the sleeping bags which you had forgotten in your nervous state eating some stew made over the fire before turning in for the night waking up early as you did due to your energy bursts which would leave you awake the next few days and nights eating a sandwich as rey sits beside you watching the sun set flowing into conversation hearing his stories of how he started his career and his early years of wrestling. Dom wakes up to find you bringing a pile of branches for the fire later on and his dad with food for him before the three of you went hiking on trails in the woods not too far from the camp site falling into step with rey a little bit ahead then dom who smiles again seeing how the two of you were already glued to the hip but a few hours later he feels left out and a bit jealous with how rey was being with you reminding him of how he was with aalyah when the two were younger as he walks back into the woods on a trail you all walked on earlier not knowing that you had seen him as rey grabbing matches to start the fire as you walk the trails looking for him until you find him sitting under a tree "Baby, what's wrong?" he looks at you with tears in his eyes which breaks your heart as you crouch in front of him wanting to place your hands on his face but hesitantly pulling them placing them on his knees "I...just seeing the two of you like that it makes me feel jealous not because the two of you are getting along but" his words get caught in his throat feeling guilty for the feelings he has towards you and his dad "I feel left out...it reminds me of when I was a kid and seeing him like that with my sister a bit more than with me" the words make your heart sink once the words hit your mind, he thought you were stealing his dad from him "I'm sorry I hurt you honey..." he wipes the tears the flow down his face but before he could say something you hold his face in your hands just wiping and caressing his face before you were leaned against the tree hugging and holding him in your arms until rey had found the two of you asleep waking the two of you up "Guess the hiking wore you both out" all of you laugh walking back to camp moving your camp next to the tree on the trail finding that not only was it safer but also closer to the car in case the three of you had to leave enjoying the rest of the week enjoying the woods and getting to know your father in law who was a wonderful man who raised the sweetest kindest man you had ever known and fell in love with excited for what the future will bring for you and dom.

#dominik mysterio x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #dominik mysterio

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xoxoavenger · 9 months

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Wildest Dreams

pairing: Marco Peña x Fem!Reader

summary: Say you'll see me again Even if it's just (pretend, just pretend) in your wildest dreams

word count: 2937

warnings: I made the characters all in college bc high school grosses me out, mentions of sex, cheating

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When Marco came to LACD, it was clear that he was a hot commodity. But it was also clear that he was more interested in the flirting than the actual getting together. To every rule, however, there was an exception.

Y/N liked to think of herself as an exception, but if she was being honest she knows that it barely counts. They're not dating. They're not together.

But waking up next to him in the hotel in San Diego tells her something completely different.

He wanted to get away, to be free from the gawking eyes at school from being new or being, as Elle so graciously announced, a 'snack.' So, he told Y/N to pack clothes and picked her up before class. She should have known then that Marco had planned something, that he never picked her up for class as to ward off rumors that were already running rampant through LACD. So she couldn't exactly say that she was surprised when Marco drove right past the school exit.

"Where are we going?" She asked, looking over to him as he drove. She wished she could say she had gotten used to his jawline, his curls, the way his shirts hugged the muscles of his biceps, but she knew by now that his looks was something she would never get over. Her heart skipped a beat every time he looked at her.

"It's a surprise." He turns to her with his 'heart-break' smile, and she tries not to melt. From his smile before he turns back to he road, it's obvious she was in a puddle on the seat.

"What are you doing, Marco?" She asks, leaning over to put her head on his shoulder. It was uncomfortable over the center console, but when he turned and kissed the top of her head, she knew it was worth it. He reached over and grabbed her hand from her lap, the brush of his fingertips on her thigh making her heart race.

Back in the present, she watched Marco's eyelids flicker before he slowly opened his eyes, then closed them and pulled the arm he had around her tight. She giggled quietly as she slid across the bed and into his arms.

"Marco," She whispers, but he moves his body to be practically covering hers now and kisses the top of her head before snuggling back into the mattress.

"Shhh," He slurs, his body going slack once more. "I didn't get us a nice hotel for you to wake up at dawn." She lets him go back to sleep, running her fingers through his hair and kissing his head.

"What if," She starts, feeling him shuffle against her in annoyance. "We do something much more fun than sleeping." She feels him go stiff against her, and she actually laughs when he puts both arms around her and pulls her up and against his lips. She opens her mouth to remind him that she hasn't brushed her teeth, but he takes this as an invitation.

He puts a hand behind her neck and shifts to move completely on top of her, the arm behind her back holding him up.

This is going to kill her. Marco Peña is going to kill her.

"Still coming over tonight?" Y/N asks lowly as Marco opens his locker, right next to hers. It's how they met in the first place.

"Tonight?" He asks, pausing for a second. She shuts her locker and turns to him, where he's partially blocked by his own locker.

"Yes," She checks her watch just to make sure she's not the one who's confused. "It's Wednesday." Every Wednesday her dad was always gone pulling a double shift, so they had the place to themselves. And she hadn't seen Marco after school in awhile, but she also hasn't had time to ask him about it.

"Shit," His head falls, chin dipping into his chest as his curls fall into his face. His lips are in a tight line.

"What?" She asks. She can't see him, but she can tell he's not moving so she slams his locker closed.

"I, uh," He shakes his head and looks over to her, guilt clouding his face. It makes her angry, the fact that he's about to ditch her.

"Marco," She starts, ready to talk him out of whatever he's doing. It has to do with why he's blown her off every day this week. He's always nice about it, but she still feels hurt. He's told her he'll make it up to her, though, so she's holding out hope.

"Listen, I have to help Elle with something." He starts, and she simply blinks at his sorry excuse.

"Elle Evans?" Y/N remembers Elle from the first week of classes, when she broadcasted to the entire school how hot she thought Marco was. Y/N had thought that she was dating Noah, who was a year older than them, but perhaps they had broken up.

"I'll make it up to you I promise." It's exactly what he's been saying for days, which pisses her off to no end.

"Sure." She smiles with thin lips and nods, turning and walking away. It's clear she's not happy with him.

"Y/N, wait!" He yells through the hall, which only makes her walk faster.

"Marco, hey!" Elle is next to him in a second, blocking his path as he tries to catch up with Y/N, who is rapidly disappearing from view.

"Elle, I've gotta go," He pushes past her, feeling bad but not bad enough to stop himself.

"Just real quick," She grabs his arm to stop him, and he's never wanted to hit a girl until this moment.

"I really have to-"

"I think we should pull a double tonight." She's smiling, and Marco knows she's hoping he'll agree since he already agreed to the ridiculous schedule, but he feels no remorse as he shakes his head.

"I actually can't come on Wednesdays." He tells her, and Elle looks shocked.

"What?" She has the audacity to look pissed, and Marco tries not to roll his eyes. "You said you would help, you promised-"

"I need my own time and Wednesdays are important to me." He doesn't allow her to get in his way again, just goes around her and follows where he hoped Y/N went, since she's long gone even with his height advantage.

"Marco!" He hears Elle call, but he doesn't turn, just pushes through students going to class. He turns down corridors and runs through people, but he can't find her. It's almost like she disappeared. So, he takes out his phone and texts her, knowing that there's now way she blocked him that quickly.

see u tonight at 5

It's not long before she texts back.

thought u had plans.

He winces at the use of a period, clearly indicating she was pissed off.

i told u i'd make it up to u, didn't i???

that u did see u at 5

He smiles, glad he's figured it out. Elle is blowing up his phone, but he tucks it away as he heads for class. He'll deal with his partner later.

For weeks, Marco keeps his promise to both girls. He practices with Elle, even on weekends which annoys the shit out of Y/N. He doesn't practice at all on Wednesday to be with Y/N, which annoys the shit out of Elle. And he no longer has any free time, which annoys the shit out of Marco. So everyone is annoyed, but everyone is happy.

Except they all get less and less happy the longer this arrangement goes on.

Elle is confused because she starts to have feelings for Marco but she's dating Noah still, but God Marco's hands on her waist and their chests heaving together as they dance and the smiles they share - it's not all in her head, she knows.

Y/N is confused because she's starting to realize that more and more people are asking her about Marco, and she simultaneously figures out that she does like Marco more than just fuck buddies. But she has no idea how Marco feels about it, and she's terrified to ask him, so she pretends it's fine when he kisses her to sleep on Wednesdays.

Marco is confused because he doesn't know what he wants. Elle has a boyfriend, and Y/N doesn't think of him as more than a fuck buddie, so he doesn't know what to do. All he can do is continue his arrangement with both girls and hope for the best.

"You're coming to my competition this Saturday, right?" Marco asks as they lay in her bed. She's cuddled into his side, him running a hand up and down her back as he stares at the ceiling.

"What competition?" She asks, causing him to freeze. "I'm joking. Of course I'm coming. I would never miss it." She mutters eyes closing as she starts to fall asleep.

"Have you heard what people are saying?" Marco speaks softly, and her eyes open wide as she realizes exactly what he's about to say. "About us?" She thinks about lying for a second, but she can't bring herself to. She knows that they need to talk about it, and he brought it up anyway.

"Yeah." She brings her hand up to rub against his chest, causing him to continue his movement against her back. "What do you think?" She whispers, scared to talk too loud.

"I think people have nothing better to do than start rumors." His response makes her deflate a bit, sad that he didn't bring up anything about their relationship.

"I thought we left that to the teenagers." She mutters with a small laugh.

"Yeah." He agrees, and she closes her eyes once more, trying to soothe her racing heart. "What do you think?" He says it so softly she almost doesn't hear it.

"About the rumors?" She's buying time, knowing that she doesn't want to speak. She feels him nod, so she takes a deep breath. "I think most of the time, people start rumors based on what they see." She stops moving her hand and keeps her eyes closed, breathing regulated to not give away the fast beating of her heart.

"I agree." He finally says, which makes her stiffen.

"Okay." She whispers, wide awake now.

"I want to do this the right way." He tells her, and she's not sure what that means, but it sounds good. "So, after my competition, we'll talk more. Is that okay?" She's not sure why he wants to wait until this weekend, but she nods anyway and falls asleep contently against him.

Ironically enough, she ends up sitting next to Noah Flynn at the competition. And although she usually doesn't talk to strangers, she's too hopped up on nerves for Marco to keep quiet.

"Are you Elle's boyfriend?" She asks, even though she knows exactly who Noah is. He smiles politely.

"I am. Came to surprise her." She awes and he nods, his smile a little more genuine.

"I'm Y/N." She introduces, and his eyes widen in recognition.

"You're Marco's girlfriend." She opens her mouth to correct him, but she doesn't, because she doesn't want to explain it all now.

And she kinda likes the way it sounds.

They watch the entire thing, Marco and Elle at the end of their program. They exchange comments, snuffing their laugher behind their hands. It turns out, Noah is actually a cool dude, despite all the rumors from high school.

When Marco and Elle are called out, they cheer, sitting up and getting ready. Marco hadn't let her see the routine before it started, no matter how much she begged, so when the music started, her heart jumped with excitement.

And then it dropped.

The way Elle and Marco looked at each other, the way he held her, their smiles as everyone cheered, it hurt. The whole time she tried to cheer, push it away and replay her and Marco's conversation from Wednesday. But his reluctance to confess then, his insistence that they wait until after the competition came back to haunt her.

She plasters on a smile and cheers, smiling along with Noah as the song comes to a close, the two pressed close. Y/N knows what's happening before it happens, and she tenses as Elle wraps her arms around Marco's neck and kisses him.

She feels sick.

Noah is already up on her left, so she follows him out the door, tears flowing out of her eyes against her will. She feels stupid, stupid for thinking they could work, for thinking he liked her. She's so deep in her thoughts that she runs straight into Noah.

"Do you need a ride?" He's asking, voice rough with hurt. She thinks about how she came here with Marco, him insisting on driving her so she wouldn't be late. She almost regrets coming here, regrets knowing about the kiss. But would not knowing be better? She can't tell.

"Yeah." Her voice isn't much better, but Noah just nods and takes her to his car. They wordlessly get in, Noah starting the car but not driving.

"I can't believe," She starts, shaking her head and not continuing. She's not sure how Noah feels now, but she can't go off on his girlfriend now. Plus, Marco is at fault as well. It takes two...

"What a piece of shit," Noah says, as if Marco had forced Elle into it. "Sorry," He looks over to her, and she shrugs.

"You're not wrong." She looks out the window as Noah reluctantly pulls out, almost as if he had been waiting for Elle to come find him. But she didn't, so he peels out.

"Where do you wanna go?" He asks, and she takes a deep breath.

"Crest Drive." She tells him, feeling the tears fall freely. She tries not to sniffle, but she doesn't want snot running down her face.

"I'm sorry." Noah says, breaking the silence. They're almost to her house, and she just shakes her head.

"We actually," She turns to him, wiping her eyes. "He's not even my boyfriend. We fucked around, and I got feelings, and he told me he would make it official after this competition, but clearly that was a lie." She laughs with no humor, shaking her head.

"Shit," Noah says, and she turns to him as he pulls onto her road.

"It's the one on the corner down there." She tells him, then takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry." She doesn't know what else to say, and he just nods as he pulls up.

"Take care." He tells her as she opens the door. She nods as she gets out.

"Thanks for the ride." She smiles, waving and unlocking her door. When she's finally alone, she slides down the wall, tears falling as she begins to sob.

She was so stupid. Of course Marco could only be her's in her dreams.

She gets seven calls from Marco before he shows up at her door.

"Please, just let me talk!" He begs as he knocks on her door. She acts like she's not there, thankful her dad wasn't home as well. He eventually leaves, and she cries some more.

Marco can't sleep. All his dreams are of her. And yeah, he usually has dreams of her, but these are different. They become less like wet dreams and a lot more like what he wants in life. He wakes up with her in his arms. And the worst part is, they're taken from his memories. They're real things he lived through and they make him regret kissing Elle even more than he already did. He swears that sometimes, right before he wakes up, he can feel her breath on his chest, her hands gripping his biceps, her hair tickling his neck. He can see her face so clearly it's like she's with him, her lips full and kiss-bitten, her eyes hooded but clear in a way that always entranced him, because how could she be clear headed when he felt like his body was about to explode?

He almost chokes on air when she actual answers his millionth call of the day.

"Please stop." She's not begging, but he can hear the hurt in her voice. It makes him sick to his stomach.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that-"

"Do you remember that fancy dinner you took me to?" She asks, and he's struck dumb for a moment. He remembers the deep blue dress she wore, the immaculate way her hair was styled, her makeup, the way her nails, painted to match the dress, scratched down his back that night. He remembers every single second of that night, because that was their one and only actual date. He remembers the simple necklace, the way it nestled between her boobs, the way he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Yeah," His throat is dry as he imagines her the way she was that night, waiting for him in lobby, looking out the windows so the sun framed her body like a painting. He remembers how conflicted he was, wanting to take her dress off but wanting to keep it on at the same time, enjoying the way it framed her body so perfectly.

"Remember me like that, Marco." It's almost a bittersweet tone she's got, and he can imagine the smile she's sporting while tears fall out her eyes. Before he can answer, the telltale beeping noise that he despises sounds from his phone, and he curses as he looks down to see she's hung up on him.

When he calls again, the line doesn't even ring.

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @one-sweet-gubler

#marco peña x reader #marco peña #the kissing booth imagine #marco peña imagine

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