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DRABBLE: THEY’RE YOUR BLIND V-DAY DATE ❤️🍷💕 (CROSSOVER ANIME) (18+) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

Writer’s Note: Got another something for V-Day for y’all. I decided to do one for multiple anime characters cuz I’m a slut for all them 2D characters & couldn’t decide on one specific show lol. Plus it sounded fun! And important disclaimers I’ll just make a note of before the actual Drabble. I hope y’all enjoy! ☺️🥰 -Jazz

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LEVI ACKERMAN (AOT)

The first night, you’re nervous, to say the least, especially when Hange warns you about his appearance.

“Why?” you had asked over margaritas and tacos, already perplexed and slightly unnerved by her warning. “Is he really ugly or something?”

Hange, sitting across from you in her glasses with her locks of long, chestnut brown hair cascading down her shoulders, shook her head. “No, no, my dear!” she immediately protested. “He’s actually quite handsome despite the broody thing. But he does have some scars from a mission gone wrong at his job and he’s blind in one eye.” She took a sip of her margarita as if to soften the next blow. “And he’s missing a leg,” she finished.

You were taken aback to say the least, but you didn’t let that stop you. You aren’t prejudice and you refused to let that stop you from at least giving Hange’s friend a chance. Apparently, Levi has been a firefighter for a couple of years and has recently broken up with a longtime girlfriend, so Hange figured he could get back into the dating pool and realize that there are great girls out there starting with you!

So the weekend of Valentine’s Day, Hange texts you the name of the restaurant and you take an Uber there after spending the entire day doing your hair, picking out an outfit, and giving yourself a makeover. You decided on a soft glam look as this is the first time you’re meeting the guy and a pretty, red dress that hugs your frame and zips in the back.

When you get of the Uber in front of the quaint and low-key yet romantic restaurant, you take a table near the doo so it’ll be easier to see Levi walk in and flag him down. You still have no idea what he looks like, only that he’ll be wearing a black trench coat, he’s tall, and he has a large scar going over his eye. “His team calls him Scar, apparently,” Hange laughed. “It helps that he has a smooth, deep voice too!”

You admit that you were curious to see him and hear that “smooth, deep” voice she told you about. So you sit and order a glass of wine, waiting for his arrival as you stare out at the passing cars and people…only he never comes. You wait and you wait and you wait, but he never shows his face. You call Hange, thinking maybe you have the wrong restaurant or time or day, but all is correct. You think that maybe he’s in traffic or something came up, but Hange never calls to tell you either.

When your appetizer comes and the candle sitting in the middle of the table begins to melt, you feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. You’ve been stood up. The realization hits you like a brick to the face. Quickly, you order the check and a box for your food pay the waiter before running out of the restaurant in tears. You feel stupid. Wasteful. Foolish in your pretty dress and heels.

Hange comes over to see you with the quickness when you tell her that night, ice cream and face masks in tow. “I can’t believe him!” she says, enraged, with a sheet mask on her face. “He told me he’d be there and then he doesn’t show up? Who does he think he is? Why, I’m gonna give that man a piece of my–“

“Don’t Hange,” you sigh, shoveling another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. “Just leave it be. He probably just changed his mind or wasn’t ready.” You are ready to move on and forget it, but the universe doesn’t let you. A week later while at work of all places, you get an unknown call. Thinking it’s one of those scammers, you give a sharp “hello”.

“Uh…hi,” a smooth, deep, velvety voice replies. “This is Levi, Hange’s friend. This is Y/N, correct?” You heart drops into your ass and it takes a moment for you to reply. “Uh, y-yeah,” you answer. “Yeah, this is her. You’re Hange’s friend? Did you get my number from her?”

“I had to,” Levi replies, his voice making your stomach do flips. “I’m sorry if that’s weird, but I just…” He pauses, sighing. “I had to talk to you,” he finishes, sounding completely beaten. “I’m so sorry for not coming last week. I was so afraid for you to see me because of my appearance. I was so sure you'd find me unattractive and not like what you see. I’m very insecure in that and I let it get the best of me, but that doesn’t mean you deserved that. Hange already went up my ass about it.”

You softly giggle, knowing she would. "So, if you don’t despise me too much and you’re willing, can we meet up for dinner this Friday night if you’re free?” He sounds hopeful and slightly afraid. You don’t know why you say yes, but you do and you make plans to meet for ramen on Friday. When the day comes, you wear a more casual outfit–-a pretty cashmere sweater, jeans, and some boots––but still style your hair and makeup to look presentable. ‘Second time’s a charm, I guess,’ you think.

It’s a dry, cool night so you wait outside the restaurant for Levi to arrive, texting him that you’re there prior to your arrival. Ten minutes into waiting, you think he isn’t going to show and that he duped you again, but then your phone rings. Your heart leaps at the sight of his caller ID and you answer. “Hello?” you answer, noticing how breathless you sound.

“Look up,” Levi says and you do, seeing him standing before you across the street under a streetlight. The soft light illuminates his features: a sharp jawline and cheekbones, soft, pale skin, one eye the color of a gray ocean, and the other milky where a long scar runs from his eyebrow to his cheek. He walks towards you slowly, his hand on his left leg where his prosthetic is, and finally makes it over to you. He is extremely attractive and smells like toasted vanilla. “You’re Y/N, I take it?” he asks, a small smile on his face.

“And you’re Levi,” you reply, your heart battering against your ribcage. He gives a slight nod, his one eye roaming over your frame. “My God, you’re stunning,” he chuckles as if he can hardly believe it. “Even more than that the first night. I had come, but I never went into the restaurant. I was so intimidated by the way you looked that I just–“

“Stop,” you interrupt, not liking the thought of him standing outside looking into the restaurant window at you, feeling so horrible about his looks. “That was then and this is now. And you’re wrong, by the way.” One of Levi’s eyebrow raises in confusion. “I do like what I see,” you say, your voice soft and shy. “Fo the record, you’re one of the sexiest guys I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

The laugh Levi lets out just about fills you with joy and you just about melt before he holds the door for you to enter the restaurant, not so discreetly staring at your ass as he does.

NANAMI KENTO (JJK)

He’s a professor and he’s a blonde is what you’re told by Gojo…but that’s about all he tells you, the asshole.

“You’re asking me to go on a date with a dude I don’t even know and you won’t even tell me what he looks like?” You’re sitting with him at brunch with bottomless mimosas when he runs it by you. You get the feeling he just invited you out with the promise of mimosas, good omelettes, and paying just to toss this at you.

Gojo gives you his big, gigawatt smile as he sits across from you wearing his usual shades. “Trust me, babe! He’s a good and attractive guy! If I wasn’t taken, I’d fuck him myself.” He snorts to himself, shoveling some eggs into his mouth. “But I don’t even think I’m his type.”

From what you gathered at the start of brunch, Kento Nanami is Gojo’s very stoic, very introverted, very lonely friend who is need of a date this upcoming Valentine’s Day. Though intelligent and handsome, Nanami isn’t too good with women and hasn’t been in a romantic relationship is quite some time. “I swear, he’s not an incel,” Gojo swears, one hand on his heart and the other held high. “He loves women! He’s just…awkward.”

You aren’t sure if you like that answer. “What if I meet him and I don’t like him?” you ask, taking a break for you mimosa. “I mean, I’m only agreeing to this because you said you’d pay me.” And Gojo did. He figures you’re the perfect girl––smart, pretty, and funny––to bring Nanami out of his shell. “$50,” he sing-songs. “And if you hate his guts, you'll get another $50, I promise. But give him a chance, Y/N! He needs it!”

To not hear him whine and beg, you roll your eyes and agree. Gojo arranges for you to meet with Nanami at a winter light show in the park that is done every year. It’s the perfect place to meet since it’s romantic and very populated. You dress in your warmest and cutest coat before hurrying to meet Nanami, your boots crunching in the snow. The park is decorated in twinkling lights that line the trees, walkways, and fountains.

You’re so enchanted by the lights that you barely see the slick of ice lining the sidewalk. You misstep and your left foot goes skidding. “Oh, shit!” you gasp as you fall, but you don't feel the ground or the cold snow. You don’t feel anything at all except two warm, strong arms wrapped around you. You look up into the warm eyes of an older man. An older, extremely attractive man with a blonde undercut and wearing a tan wool coat. “Are you alright, miss?” he worriedly asks. His voice is deep yet warm and sweet like honey. You’re so taken by the stranger than you barely notice that he has set you upright. “Um…yeah,” you answer albeit softly.

You blink at him, noticing how tall and well-built he is behind his coat. His hands are strong and capable and you find yourself staring at them even when he shoves them into his pocket. “Nanami?” you hesitantly question. You watch his darker blonde brows furrow in confusion then rise in realization. “You’re Y/N,” he realizes. “Forgive me. Gojo didn’t tell me what you’d look up or what you’d be wearing.”

You think you see his eyes trailing over you, but you can’t focus on it for too long. “That’s okay,” you laugh. “That’s Gojo, for you. How do you know him?” Nanami begins to walk with you to the line at the entrance gate to enter the event, keeping the same slow pace as you. “We went to the same high school and remained friends ever since. How did you meet him?”

“We met through a mutual friend and just clicked,” you explain. “Her name is Shoko.” Recognition crosses Nanami’s face at the name. “Shoko?” he asks, a light flickering in his eyes. “I know her as well. We all went to the same school.”

“What a coincidence!” you giggle, glad to have something to break the ice (other than your fall). “Thank you again for helping me. I know I’m dumb for wearing these things in the snow.” You nod down at your heeled boots to which Nanami only stares at, never smiling. His expression is unreadable and slightly intimidating. But you can tell it’s just awkwardness. Now you see what Gojo meant.

But rather than be unnerved by it, you find yourself wanting to break through it. You want to get to the warm core of this man. “Um…should we walk?” you ask, nodding at the entrance gate. Nanami nods, but looks slightly worried. “Will you be alright?” he asks, still staring at your feet. “You may want to hold onto me.” He offers you his arm, a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks that one could pass off for the cold. Your heart leaps at the chance to touch him, even be near him.

“What a gentleman,” you chuckle. “I didn't think chivalry still existed.” You take his coat sleeve and let him lead you through the entrance into the park’s first trail. A chuckle that makes your stomach flip and your pussy leap leaves Nanami’s mouth. “I wouldn’t say all of that, but thank you. I would just think I’m being a good human being. So Gojo told me about your job. What is that like?”

The park is truly beautiful, decorated head to toe with lights that twinkle and dance. But you’re not focusing on the lights; just Nanami and his conversation. For such a stoic guy, he can really hold a conversation. He tells you all about his job as a professor and his students; what subjects he likes; his life outside of work. He asks you about you and all of your habits, hobbies, and joys. He listens intently, putting them all in his brain’s filing cabinet. You find similarities about each other, including favorite books, movies, and your love for the beach.

The date lasts for an hour and you enjoy every minute of it. You like being around Nanami, enjoying his stale humor and shy smile. More than anything, you like his presence. You like how soft his wool coat feels under your finger. You like how he keeps his arm at reach, even when you release him at times. You like how he keeps the same pace as you, never walking too fast and always straying at your side, his black leather shoes tapping against the concrete. You’re feeling him and you want to let him know that when you finally reach the end of the park where the last attraction, an ice sculptor decorated in lights, stands.

“Wow,” you sigh. “So pretty.”

Nanami stands next to you as you stare up in awe at the attraction. “Yes,” he agrees, though he isn’t looking at the lights. His attention is solely on you. He likes the way the lights illuminate your skin that contrasts with his. He likes the brown of your eyes, so warm and tempting like chocolate. He likes your humor and sweet laugh. He likes you and he isn’t too shy to show it. You can see it when you turn and find him already staring at you, bold and heated.

He is sexy. He is alluring. And you want him. “Nanami?” you shyly ask. His eyebrows raise, acknowledging your question. You turn to him fully and stare up at him through you lashes. “I don’t usually do this, but…would you want to come home with me?” He is silent, staring at you wordlessly, and your stomach flip with discomfort. “For coffee, maybe?” you add.

Nanami doesn’t have to be asked again. To end such a perfect date, you find yourself on your back with Nanami on top of you, looking so handsome above you as he pounds your pussy into the mattress. His big hands pin your thighs apart and up to his broad shoulders, your painted toes and skin contrasting deliciously with his lighter skin. “So pretty,” he groans. “You were the prettiest thing there tonight. Fuck, darling, you’re so tight!”

He thrusts into you harder, faster, making the bed squeak and you lose your voice from how loud you moan. You can feel yourself about to cum after so much foreplay and stimulation (Nanami is a gentle lover). “Kento!” you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders. “I’m gonna cum! Please…please cum with me!”

And he does. At the sound of you begging, he bursts inside of you with a ragged groan as you cum all over his big cock, your pussy walls squeezing around him and stroking his shaft. As you do, his lips find yours, giving you a passionate kiss that could melt the ice with how hot it is.

NICO ROBIN (One Piece)

*Note: Reader is plus-sized!

Nami swore up and down that you needed to go on a date for Valentine’s Day to forget about your short-term “situationship”.

“Just give a chance, Y/N,” she said to you over ramen. She treated you to lunch at the best ramen place in town while you were on your work break. “It’s just for one night and I can’t stand the thought of my best friend alone on Valentine’s Day! And she’s a great girl, seriously!”

You looked down at your bowl of ramen, feeling hot under your sweater dress that clung to your plump body. The idea of a blind date didn’t appeal to you much, especially being such a big girl. Usually, when people got a look at you, they either ghosted you after the first date or didn’t give you the time of day. Why did she think this was a good idea?

“Just be careful,” Zoro said, shoveling spicy miso ramen into his mouth. “She’ll charm the pants off of you…or skirt…whatever you’ll be wearing.” Nami smacked him on the the arm hard, making the green-haired hunk hiss in pain. “Don’t listen to him, honey. Robin is just a sweet-talker. You have nothing to worry about!”

But when you finally get a look at your date, you don’t think that’s true. Nami set the date up at a high-scale bar where the working class and hotshot businessmen come for happy hour. When you walk in, you immediately feel self-conscious despite looking oh-so yummy in your waistband coat that flares around your waist and pink dress that makes your skin and brown eyes pop. But the dress also sticks to your body, accentuating each curve, ripple, and roll. Though your stomach ripples with nerves, you also feel slightly confident catching eyes under the warm lights above.

You sit at the sleek bar and order yourself a cocktail to loosen up a bit more while you search for your date at the door. Nami only told you that she’s “tall with long black hair and might be wearing purple”. You’re curious as to what this girl is like and if she likes what she sees. You sip on your cocktail and scroll through your phone for a couple of minutes, completely unaware of the eyes you have captured from down at the bar.

When you turn around in your stool to place your glass down, you find another cocktail sitting behind you. Confused, you flag down the bartender. “I didn’t order this,” you tell him, pushing the glass towards him. “It was sent to you,” he explains. “From down at the bar.” You look in that direction, but find no one paying any attention to you. “But I have a date,” you protest. “I can't accept this.”

“That’s correct,” a sweet yet smooth and sultry voice purrs behind you, “and it’s usually rude to deny a drink from her.” The voice causes your body to react instantly: the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end; your heart pounds in your chest; your stomach flips. You turn and see your blind date standing behind you in the flesh.

Beautiful isn’t a word to use for Robin. She is absolutely stunning. A straight vixen oozing confidence and poise as she stands behind you in a purple cocktail dress that illuminates her soft, pale skin and blue eyes that steal the air from your lungs. She tall and slender with piano fingers painted in a dark rouge that you want to feel wrapped around your body, but has a rack that can stop traffic and is definitely catching eyes. Her long, shiny, black locks of hair cascade down her slender shoulders, catching the light above. You are in awe of her and her beauty as are the others in the bar.

“Y/N?” she asks in her alluring voice. Wordlessly, you nod and close your mouth to avoid looking like an idiot. “I’m Nico Robin, Nami’s friend. She’s told me so much about you.” She puts a slender hand out to shake yours, giving you a whiff of her luxurious-smelling perfume and a peek of golden Tiffany bracelet.

You put your hand in hers, feeling warm from her touch. “N-Nice to meet you,” you stutter. “Please, have a seat. Do you want a drink?” Robin raises her brows questionably as she settles onto a stool next to you. You flush under the lights, thanking God that he made you Black. “It’s only right since you ordered me one.”

Robin smiles, her pearly whites and dimples making you damn near melt. “How sweet of you,” she giggles. She orders herself a dirty Martini with extra olives and thanks you again when it comes. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting. I got caught up in some work.” She slowly crosses her soft, long, milky legs over one another. You do your best not to stare.

You give her a smile, pretending that you’re not turned the fuck on by her, and lean your elbow against your chin. “So you’re an archaeologist, right? That’s such an interesting job.” She smiles at the compliment and at the mention of her career as you sip your cocktail. “Well, I’ve always been attracted to history since I was young. I’m attracted to intelligence too, which you seem to have a lot of.” Her smile turns flirty and now you know what Zoro was talking about. You’re already charmed by her. “Tell me: what’s your job like?” she asks.

Your conversations last for hours and flow perfectly, especially after you get your second drinks in you. You tell her about your job and quietly gush over her curiosity and awe, realizing how much she loves learning. You talk about everything, from city life to books to anime, learning that you both love magical girl anime, especially Sailor Moon. You didn't expect that from Robin because of how poised she is and her love for dark colors, but as soon as you mention Sailor Moon, her eyes widen in excitement. “I love Sailor Moon!” She laughs. “I cosplayed as Sailor Mars two Halloweens ago. I bet you’d look so pretty as a Sailor Scout, especially with the skirt.”

That’s another thing you learn about Robin: she’s a flirt. She sneaks in little sly compliments to obviously make you flustered…and it’s working. You try to do the same, complimenting her on her outfit and her smile. “I can see why everyone is so fond of you in here,” you say, nodding at the group of businessmen playing pool that are not so discreetly staring at you both from across the room. Robin giggles, turning back to you with a hooded gaze. “Too bad,” she sighs, not at all sounding disappointed. “I’m here with you.”

As the night goes on, it gets looser as you both become more comfortable with each other. You talk about everything and anything, telling each other funny stories and showing pictures of your pets. “You’re a dog mom too?” you coo, gushing over her wallpaper of her and a fluffy, brown animal dressed as Santa Claus though he has pointed ears and horns. “Reindeer mom,” she corrects you and titters at your confusion. “It’s a long story, but that’s my perfect little boy. His name is Chopper.”

Other than Robin being a sweet-talker as Nami said, you also find out many other things about this alluring, attractive woman. Like how much she loves plays and Disney movies, becoming so excited when you ask her about her favorite films. “I love musicals,” she shyly says, an endearing blush on her face. “Can you tell I’m a secret theatre kid?” Or how she tends to ramble about information she’s obtained from books and documentaries about tribes long gone and age-old urban legends. You could listen to her talk for hours. Unbeknownst to you, she feels the same about you whenever you speak about yourself and your interests.

As the alcohol takes its affect on you both, she also tells you that she’s a devil fruit user, a term you’ve heard before since many in the world are, including your mutual friend Luffy. When you ask her about her ability, she just winks behind her third martini glass. “A woman never draws all of her cards…not all at once, anyway.”

As the night draws on, so do the drinks and soon, you’re feeling loose and bold. You decide to show her your hidden talent which is rolling your eyes to the right and the left. “I can wiggle my ears too,” you say, showing her much to her amusement. She applauds you, giggling at your talent. “My, you’re full of surprises,” she giggles. “And so am I.”

You suddenly feel something tickling your sides and look down to see two disembodied hands tickling you. Robin’s hands. You look at her in shock as she retracts her extra arms, using them to grab her third martini and take a sip. “The perks of being a devil fruit user,” she chuckles. At the sight of your expression, she grows concerned. “Do they frighten you?”

“No,” you answer honestly. “They’re…” You stare at her extra hands, wondering how many more she has and how they would feel on your body. “Pretty,” you decide to answer with. That is enough for Robin to decide what she wants from you tonight.

So when you’re both still sitting there when the bar is emptying out, she makes it known. “Oh, dear,” she sighs, exhaling in disappointment as the bartenders clean and the drunk crowd empties out. “It appears that our date has become to an end.” She turns to you, placing a warm hand on yours. “I really enjoyed meeting you, Y/N,” she says, a smile on her face that makes you ache.

You don’t want tonight to end. You don’t want her to go. You need more of her touch. She seems to understand and see the mutual disappointment in your eyes because she doesn’t release your hand. “Unless you want this night to continue,” she adds, her voice like honey in your ears. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t very attracted to you too, unless I’m mistaking the chemistry.” You can’t speak, so you shake your head and her eyes twinkle. She leans in toward you, engulfing you in her scent. “Just say the words and I’ll go with you,” she whispers into your ear.

Desire overwhelms you and you squeeze her hand, interlacing your fingers. “I’ll call a Lyft,” you exhale. Robin smiles, keeping her hand in yours.

She doesn’t let go even hours later when your fingers are interlaced with each others’ while your legs are pined open by her extra hands on the bed. Your moans and whimpers fill the darkness of your bedroom as she moves her tongue against your clit, moaning eagerly and sloppily into your pussy as she eats you like there is no tomorrow. “Now I can really show you how good I am with my hands,” she giggles, looking up at you between your thighs. “You’re so cute like this, pretty girl.”

You can feel that knot in your core tightening the more she moves her jaw, going faster and faster until you have no choice. “Robin,” you whine. “I'm gonna…gonna…!” Your back arches and your legs shake around Robin’s face.

Her hold on you tightens, her hands gripping your thighs.“Cum for me, gorgeous,” she hums. “I’ve got you. Cum all over my face like a good girl.” One thing is for sure while you gush around Robin’s face, loving how she eagerly laps up everything you give her: another date is definitely in the future for you and her.

PRO!KATSUKI BAKUGOU & KIRISHIMA EJIROU (BHNA)

*Note: Reader is plus-sized & a bimbo!

*Disclaimer: Bakugou & Kiri are both aged-up (over the age of 18) in this drabble!

You don’t know why you agreed to do this blind date thing, but your friend put you up to it after she reminded you of your NY resolution to try new things to help yourself.

“You need to put yourself out there more, girl!” she argued over the phone with you. “Do you see how hot you are?! You deserve to have someone on your arm!” You pouted as you painted your toe nails a pretty bubblegum pink, your feet hanging over you bathtub smelling like vanilla bubblebath.

Though she is right about you deserving a nice guy to tell you how pretty you are, most of the guys you dated either used you as arm candy, hit in then quit it, or just stopped talking to you because of your, uh…bimbo-ness. You know you have no filter and sometimes you do come off as dumb, but you’re trying your best! And you’re kind and the sweetest person anyone will ever meet! Isn’t that enough?

“Yeah, but a blind date though?” you complained into the phone sitting on your sink. “How am I gonna go on a date if I can’t see, girl?” You gasped, even more mortified. “Or will my date be blind?! How will be able to see me and my cute outfit?!”

Your friend just laughed. She knows you’re not the brightest crayon in the box, but you’re just too cute and sweet. “Honey, no! A blind date is when you meet someone you’ve never seen or met before. Someone else sets the date up for you.” Your heart resumed its normal pattern and you relaxed into the water. “Ohhh,” you realized with a giggle. “Well, if you’re setting it up, can you tell me anything about him?”

Your friend refused, much to your dismay. “Nope, but you’ll meet him later this week. Saturday night at 7 PM, don’t be late. I’ll give you all the details before then.” You hung up, a bit nervous but excited, already picturing your outfit for the day.

The Saturday of Valentine’s Day weekend, you go to the cafe your friend tells you to go to which is only a few blocks from your apartment. You dress in a pink sweater that does nothing to hide your voluptuous bosom and a pretty, cherry red skit that hugs your tummy and voluptuous ass, the damn thing so short that the ruffles stop mid-thigh, a sliver of your asscheeks seen whenever you bend over. You pair your V-Day outfit with some warm stockings and high black boots before putting on your favorite fluffy, pink coat.

An hour later after putting on some vanilla-scented body spray and giving your lips a slick of your favorite Fenty Gloss in a sparkly pink, you stand in line to order your food, hoping that will ease your nerves over today. Because your friend loves you so much, she set you up for two dates today: one at the cafe and the other later tonight at your favorite bar.

Your first date is a redheaded hunk, according to your friend. “He’s got red hair and he’s a fucking giant,” she giggles. “And he’s SUPER fine. You’ll know him when see him.” You melted at the details. “I do like big guys,” you sigh dreamily. Your second date is just as fine, but a hothead. “My friend works with him at his agency and apparently, he’s got a mouth.” Your friend rolled her eyes. "The dude is like a pit bull, but he's so fucking sexy.”

“I’m a little nervous though,” you mumbled, starting to feel insecure. “You think he’ll like me?” Your friend looked at you like you were insane, making you laugh. “Who wouldn’t? You’re adorable!”

And you feel adorable when you go next to the counter and the cashier’s eyes shoots straight to your tits. You don’t notice, too busy feening for some sweet, sugar coffee. “Hi, can I please get a peppermint mocha latte with two pumps of caramel, please?” You are so damn cute that the guy blushes and quickly rings you up. You pay and thank him when you get your drink before walking off, but stop when something captures you.

There, hidden behind a glass container behind the counter, are a bunch of seasonal-flavored doughnuts lined up in a row. Your eyes immediately go for the one coated in pink frosting, powdered sugar, and red and pink sprinkles. “Oooh,” you coo to yourself. “So pretty.”

“Agreed,” says a raspy, sexy voice from behind you. You turn a little too quickly and a bit of coffee sloshes over the top of your drink and onto the crotch of the guy standing behind you. “Oops, I’m so sorry!” you gasp. “I didn’t even see you! Oh, it’s gonna stain! Here, quick!” You quickly reach for a wad of napkins and begin to dab at the man’s crotch, not even realizing how it looks.

Still not even bothering to look up, the blonde furiously blushes while the redhead behind him stifles a laugh. “That’s quite okay,” he chuckles. “At least now he smells like peppermint down there.” The blonde growls like he wants to commit murder. “Plus, Katsuki was standing way too close to you in line, weren’t you, ‘Suki?”

You hand the napkins over to the blonde, hyper focused on the nickname. “‘Suki,” you giggle. “That’s such a cute…” Your words die in you that when you finally, finally, look up into the eyes of the two finest, sexiest men you’ve ever seen in your life. One of them has long, red hair cascading down his broad shoulders, fanged teeth that flash at you as he smiles, friendly, crimson eyes, and piercings––dangling from his ears, embedded in his eyebrow, and snakebites in his bottom lip. The other sports a platinum blonde undercut and a scowl that slightly softens at the sight of you. He, too, has crimson eyes that widen at your pretty face and outfit and one piercing in his plump bottom lip. The only things similar about the duo are how tall, buff, and sexy they both are. “Name,” you weakly finish. “I-I’m Y/N.”

The redhead grins, putting his big ass hand out for a shake. “Ejirou,” he says, “but my friends call me Kiri.” You do so, noticing how calloused his palm is and how much his sweater stretches against his pecs. The blonde has the same issue, his V-neck shirt way too tight for his toned body. “Bakugou,” he grumbles, giving you an intense stare that makes you melt on the inside.

Those gears in your head start turning and you gape at the duo. “Wait…I know you two!” you gasp. “You guys are those superheroes, right? Dynamight and Red Riot!” Kiri tosses his head back and laughs while Bakugou glares daggers at you. “Damn, could you be any louder?” he growls. You cover your mouth, flushing with embossment. “Sorry!” you whisper. "I’m just a big fan of you two! I almost didn’t recognize you in normal clothes. I have your posters and all of your merch!”

Kiri gives Bakugou a look that he would seeing a cat do something cute. And that is what you are: a cute little kitty. Something adorable and sweet yet you have a sexiness to you that both men are coming to find. “Well, it's always a pleasure to meet a fan. Especially such a cute one.” He grins at the way you giggle bashfully. “I’m guessing you’re a fan of sweets? Me too. I was actually planning on getting one of those for my boyfriend, my date, and I.”

You notice Kiri gaze at Bakugou when he says “my boyfriend” and you quietly gush to yourself. “Oh, you two are dating?” you coo, much to Bakugou’s dismay. He’s so cute when he blushes! “That’s so sweet! Here, I’ll treat you guys to ‘em to make up for that nasty spill.”

Kiri is just about ready to scoop you up and take you home with them when you dig into your bag for your Hello Kitty wallet. “Well, isn’t that sweet? You up for somethin’ sweet, Katsuki?”

Though Bakugou feels the same way, he still wants to feel you out and see if this “bimbo-esque” personality you’ve got going on is a fake. “It’s whatever,” he grumbles. “But you’d better get me the chocolate one. I don’t want the one with all of those sprinkles and shit on it.” You vigorously nod, taking out some cash. “You got it!” you giggle and hand them the cash. After getting back in line, Kiri orders one chocolate and two strawberry donuts and his and Bakugou’s drinks.

You thank the cashier when she hands you each pastry individually wrapped in a paper bag, nice, warm, and toasty from the oven. You turn to the pros and hand them the treats. “Here you guys go,” you sweetly say. Bakugou grumbles as he takes his while Kiri gives you a big gigawatt grin. “Thanks, cutie,” he chuckles. You expect them to start eating them, but you’re shocked when Bakugou hands one of the strawberry ones to you.

You freeze, confused. “But…this is for your date,” you say, completely clueless. “Aren’t you gonna give it to them?” Bakugou pinches the bridge of his nose like a dad with a dumbass child. “Oh, my God,” he groans. Kiri thinks it’s endearingly hilarious, holding his stomach as he laughs. “You are our date, silly girl!” he giggles. “Well, mine, technically. Your friend set us up to have dates with you at different times today, but we both just came together since we’re dating. I hope that’s cool.”

You gape at them, wondering if they’re serious. Two of the hottest pros on a date with you? At the same time?! You just about squeal with excitement. “Sure!” you giggle, your heart leaping for joy. “The more, the better! Let’s go sit down so we can get to know each other more.”

The two are happy to oblige. Kiri picks out a table in the back that is more secluded and near the window for the sights. Before you sit, you turn to Katsuki with an apologetic pout. “I’m sorry again about the spill, Bakugou.”

The blonde cuts his eyes at you and you can't tell what he’s thinking due to how permanent his scowl is. But that changes when he pulls your chair out for you. “Katsuki,” he replies. “And stop mentionin’ it. Besides, I know some other way you can make up for it later…maybe with your number.” He gives you a lopsided smirk that makes you tingle between your thighs.

“Chill,” Kiri cuts in, rolling his eyes. “Sorry about him. We don’t usually flirt too hard on the first date…but you’re just too cute to resist.” He boldly looks you up and down, tugging lightly on his bottom lip. You wonder what else he can do with his mouth as the cafe’s atmosphere becomes more tense between the three of you. “Well, I could say the same about you two,” you purr, a shy giggle leaving your lips.

That’s what the duo want to hear. Bakugou’s smirk widens, a twinkle in his vermillion eyes. “Glad the feelin’ is mutual, mama,” he whispers. “So you sittin’ or what? My fuckin’ coffee’s gettin’ cold.” You do so and you never want the date to end…unless it’s to spend more time with them in private.

NICHOLAS "NICO" BROWN (GANGSTA!)

You stand outside of a jazz club one chilly night, watching the passersby and wondering which one may be your blind date.

Worick told you all about his friend, Nico, but you’ve never met him before. You only know that the two work together and have known each other since childhood. You’ve only known Worick for two years after he helped you out of a messy financial situation with your asshole ex-boyfriend who, according to Worick, nearly shat himself when Worick threatened to bring Nico in to handle things. Apparently, Nico is well known throughout the town for being an extremely threatening and intimidating figure.

Why in the fuck would Worick want to set you up with someone like that? “He’s a cool dude, really!” he assured you over coffee. “Just…quiet. And it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s deaf. He’s just a quiet guy; a little awkward; introverted…”

‘Not to mention threatening and intimidating,’ you thought to yourself. “And you thought I was just perfect for this guy?” you scoffed. “What will we even talk about? How can I talk to him if he’s so quiet?”

“If you ask him something, he’ll answer you,” the handsome blonde replied. “And don’t worry too much about signing. He can read lips, but just make sure you slow down with your words.” Though Worick knows you know sign language due to your father being deaf since you were an infant. He can tell you’re still hesitant to say yes and folds his hands into a prayer.

“C’mon, sweetie,” he begs. “The guy has NEVER been on a Valentine’s Day date before and his last girlfriend was a fucking bitch who dumped him because he was deaf. All she wanted was his massive dick…sorry.”

He apologized when he saw your reaction. You didn’t need to know that his childhood friend has a big dick! ….Though you are curious to know just how big. “He needs someone kind, considerate, and sweet. You fit the bill! Just give him a chance, please?”

Before you agreed, Worick told you all about Nico’s ex, happy to do so when you asked. Apparently, she was the daughter of a rich family that he and Worick were in charge of guarding for a couple of months. She and Nico grew closer, had a sexual relationship, and Nico caught feelings while she didn’t, claiming it was because she didn’t want to date someone deaf due to it being “too much work”. You felt bad for Nico, especially when hearing how much it hurt him.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you sighed at Worick’s pleading stare. He clapped his big, calloused hands and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Love you too, sweetie,” he chuckled. “I’ll fill you in on the details later this week.”

He instructed you to meet Nico at an underground jazz club that Nico particularly likes for its seclusion and because no one bothers him too much in there. You dressed in a simple cocktail dress, flats and a cardigan to keep warm in the chill. Combined with your styled hair and soft makeup, you think you look pretty. You hope this “Nico" person thinks so too. When you look down the street among the other stores and taverns, you see a man walking up the road and you immediately know that your date has arrived.

He is big. Huge! The man is nothing but bulky muscle hidden beneath his black tee, baggy jeans, and leather jacket standing at six-foot something. He towers over you as he gets closer, so much so that you have to look up at him to actually look at his face. You can see why he's so intimidating. Other than the height and build, Nico carries himself with a roughness and a confidence that is unshakeable and undeniable. It’s scary…yet also thrilling. Kinda sexy too.

Under the soft glow of the street lamps, you get a good look at his features: he has a soft tan to his skin, thick, soft-looking lips, and eyes a deep, dark chocolate that you can get lost in forever. Silver dog tags hang from his thick neck that has your blood going hot and slight scars and bruises that you can see on his knuckles. You wonder, briefly, how he got them. He’s very, very handsome. Realizing he’s waiting for you to make the first move, you clear your throat. “Uh….hi!” you greet, giving him a wave. He nods, barely cracking a smile. “You’re Nico?” you sign with your hands and verbally ask. “I’m Y/N, Worick’s friend.”

Nico shakes your hand and you notice how big, warm, and calloused his palm is. It makes your pussy tingle embarrassingly so. “The teacher, right?” he signs with those thick fingers. “He told me you teach little kids.” You nod, smiling proudly at your occupation. “Yes, pre-K,” you giggle. “They’re adorable, but a handful.”

There is an awkwardness between you, mostly because Nico is such a silent guy. He also keeps that stoic scowl on his face, so you don’t really know what he’s thinking. “So what do you do?” you curiously ask. “Worick never filled me in on that. He just said you do ‘business’ together as Handymen.” At this, Nico cracks a crooked smirk. “Something like that,” he signs. That intrigues you a bit.

“Do you wanna go inside?” you ask, nodding at the door. “We’ll freeze before we get a chance to get to know each other more.” You give a small laugh to which he only nods, making you feel like a fish out of water. He opens the door for you, surprising you, and nods you into the warm club.

“Thank you,” you whisper, catching his intoxicating scent of cologne and lavender soap as you walk in. A bit of cigarette smoke clings to his clothes too, but it doesn't bother you much. The club is small yet cozy and dimly lit for a more intimate feel. Many people are at the bar or on the dance floor near the small stage where a band plays, the sounds of piano and cello mingling in the air.

After getting your drinks from the bar (you get a cocktail while Nico picks a beer), you pick a table near the window and Nico pulls out a chair for you. You flush bashfully at his actions, not taking him for such a sweet guy. “Such a gentleman,” you laugh as he pushes you in and takes a seat across from you. “Worick didn’t tell me that. He said you’re very quiet though.” He shrugs his broad shoulders in his jacket. “Just don’t got much to say,” he signs.

You nod as you shed your coat, revealing your naked shoulders and dress to him. You try not to be intimidated by his unwavering gaze. “That’s okay,” you sign and say. “We can talk about whatever you want.” The corners of his mouth quirk upward. “You sign really well,” he praises you. You smile proudly and bashfully, glad to have impressed him. “My dad is deaf and taught me how to sign since I was young.”

His smirk turns more dry and almost forced as he signs to you: “So me being deaf doesn’t turn you off?” he jokes. You immediately remember his ex and feel your stomach fall. “Not at all,” you sweetly answer. “Though I don’t like beer drinkers.” You wrinkle your nose at Nico’s drink. He raises an eyebrow, confused at your distaste. “It makes kisses taste like beer.” You lean forward a bit, giving him a secretive, flirtatious smile. “I like my kisses sweet.”

Your eyes tick down to his lips and he notices. But he barely reacts. If anything, he looks disinterested and your heart sinks. “Was that too much?” you ask worriedly. Did you go too far? Are you misreading this?

Before you can babble an apology, he stops you. “You asked what I do for work with Worick,” he signs. You nod, your heart thumping madly in your chest. He takes a deep breath before signing again. “We do almost everything, but I do dirty work,” he tells you. “I used to be a mercenary, but…I’ve still got human blood on my hands.” He pauses, watching for your reaction. That explains the marks on his fists. ”Does that bother you?” he asks, apprehension in his brown eyes. Before you can respond, someone knocks into the table, nearly toppling it over.

You squeak, grabbing your drink before it can topple over while Nico straightens the table. “Oh, my God, are you alright?” you gasp, immediately helping the guy onto his feet. He turns to you, all crooked teeth and bloodshot eyes. “Now I am,” he drunkenly chortles at the sight of you. “Damn, darlin’, you’ve got a body on you! You wanna dance?” You immediately step back, warning bells going off in your head. “U-Uh, no, sorry. I’m here with–“

The man turns to Nico who has been staring daggers at the drunk the whole time. “Him?” he cackles. “That fuckin’ cockhead? You can get someone better than that, darlin’. Someone who can take care of this bo–“

The drunk cuts himself off with a whine of pain as Nico grips his hand so hard that he cracks the drunk’s knuckle bones. Unbeknownst to you, the drunk tried to touch your behind and Nico wasn’t having that. Doesn’t he know who he’s fucking with? You gape at your date as he steps between you and the drunk, a hulking mountain, and gets deep in the drunk’s grill.

And then he opens his mouth: “Back up,” he warns, his voice deeper and raspier than you pictured it though loud due to his hearing. “Unless you want your head in this table, I suggest you leave her alone. She’s with me.”

He then releases the drunk who scampers away, clutching his hand to his chest. Nico composes himself and turns to you, an apologetic look in his eyes. “Sorry,” he signs. You don’t say anything and he is so sure that he fucked this up. Now you see who he is. Now you see that he’s just a Twilight. A mercenary. A no good–

“Nico?” you softly ask. His hurtful thoughts take the back burner when you step to him, looking up at him with those precious, brown eyes. “Do you want to dance?” you ask, signing the words to him.

He blinks at you, so sure that you were scared of him. When in reality, you were just trying to push the nasty thoughts of him kissing you silly and fucking you up against the table with that big, sexy body and massive dick out of your mind. Him defending you but still being a complete, gentle giant to you is getting you going completely, but it’s still the first date. You want him to open up and maybe a slow dance can do that for you. “Not much of a dancer,” he signs, looking sheepish.

You smile and offer your hands to which he takes. “I’ll show you how,” you giggle, pulling him along onto the dance floor filled with slow-dancing pairs. A soft, slow tune with a seductive saxophone and piano plays as you stand eye to eye. You place one hand on his shoulder as you interact your fingers with his with the other. Slowly, you begin to sway to the music, beginning to melt within the music and each other.

And when lean your head onto his shoulder, finally feeling at peace, Nico comes to feel that this is where you belong: with him, in his arms.

KEISUKE BAJI (TOKYO REVENGERS)

*Disclaimer: Baji is aged up (over the age of 18) in this drabble!

“You’re the worst blind date I’ve ever had,” you very boldly and irritatingly tell the annoyingly sexy man sitting across from you.

The attractive man with the long, wavy black hair, sharp eyes the color of milk chocolate, and a sharp, canine smile looks across from you at the table littered with remnants of your Italian dinner. Baji is his name apparently, a close friend of Mikey’s and one of his gang members. You never understood that gang shit, but they never give you problems.

If anything, Mikey’s gang ‘Toman’, protects you and makes sure you go about your days without any bother. “I’m guessin’ you’ve been on many blind dates before me?” Baji suggests as he chews on his pasta. “Huh. That’s a shocker.”

You sharply squint at him, catching onto that shade. “Why is that so shocking?” you ask, digging your nails into the table with how irked you are. You can’t believe Mikey set you up with him. It’s been twenty-five minutes into the date and so far, each conversation was an argument and shot after shot. Your personalities clash horribly, not to mention every woman in the place has their eyes on him. And he knows it! Not to mention that he’s an extreme messy eater (which led your mind to other places), he is way too into himself, and he has no idea how to act in a classy setting like an Italian restaurant.

He’s a wild. He’s argumentative and hot-headed. He’s a rugged, tough-as-nails, roughneck dude…and he’s turning you on.

Baji leans back against his chair, widening his legs in a way that makes you want to scream. Why the fuck does he have to be so goddamn fine but such an asshole? Is God punishing you? “Well, bein’ the fact that you’re the very definition of ‘a stick in the mud’,” he explains, ��and a tighter than a drum, I can hardly believe how any guy sat across from you at a table. At least you’re pretty.” He goes back to eating his pasta like he didn’t just insult you.

“Excuse me?” you hiss, feeling your blood boil. Thank God for your dress or else, you’re sure you’d boil over from the anger you feel. “And I can’t imagine how any self-respecting woman can sit with a lowlife, cocky, smart ass narc like you. And unlike me, your looks do nothing to take away any of that.” Baji’s thick, black eyebrows raise at the shot you took. “And you’re snarky,” he chuckles. “Lucky for you, I’ve got a thing for snarky girls.”

He uses his sinful tongue to lick a bit of sauce from his bottom lip. You catch a glint of metal on his tongue as he does and you realize that he has a tongue piercing. ‘Fuck,’ you think, clenching your thighs beneath the table and gripping the hem of your dress. You lean your hand against the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming on. “I can’t believe I said yes to this shit,” you sigh into your hand. “Fuck the $50. I’m gonna have to tell Mikey that–“

“Mikey?” Baji cut in, pausing from eating. “Mikey put you up to this?” His brown eyes widen in shock and you feel a spark of joy at shutting him up. “Yes,” you proudly say, venom in your tone, “he did. And you know why? It’s because no other girl wants to date you. You’re unromantic, you’re a slob, you’re always looking for an argument, and you seem to push every single guy’s buttons in here.”

He stares at you for a moment, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, and then he begins to laugh so loud that the others in the restaurant look at him. You hide behind your hand, embarrassed. “Oh, shit!” he cackles. “I swear, that motherfucker is desperate to find me somebody.” You nod, pushing your dinner to the side. “Agreed. Why he ever thought I would be a perfect match for you is beyond me.”

Baji looks at you now, an unreadable expression on his face as his smile fades. “Maybe it’s because you’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he replies though his tone is different. You stare at him in disbelief, scowling. Did he really just say that? Deadass?

Baji smirks at your reaction. “You heard me: B-R-A-T. You’re a brat and fortunately for you, baby girl, I’m just the guy to handle a chick like you.” He leans in toward you, folding his ringed knuckles beneath his chin. “Someone who doesn’t shut the fuck up or know her place.”

“Know her place?!” you snap, earning the attention of the restaurant. He barely reacts, though his smile grows and a strange twinkle appear in his eyes. “You know what? Fuck this and fuck you. Why you even have an ex-girlfriend is beyond me if this is how you talk to them.” You stand up in your pretty, body-hugging dress and grab your coat. “I’m leaving,” you huff, snatching the coat on. “Have a good Valentine’s Day, dickhead.”

Without another word or waiting for him to respond or even stop you, you leave the restaurant and step out into the cold February night. You barely get down the street before you hear your name being called. You turn, seeing Baji jogging towards you, those black locks flowing in the wind. “Y/N!” he calls in his deep ass voice. “Hold up, wait!” You don’t know why you stop, but you do, putting a hand on your hip. You glare at him and pout those plump lips when he finally stops in front of you. “You left your dessert.”

He presents a small brown box to you and opens it to reveal a small chocolate fudge cake with chocolate mousse on the inside and Godiva flakes coating the top. “I didn’t order any dessert,” you say in a tight voice. He smirks down at you, standing several heads taller than you. “I know; that’s why I ordered ya one. C’mon, you don’t like chocolate cake?” You look back down at the cake and close it before he hands it to you. “What, is this an apology?” you snort. “Sorry, man, but you’re gonna have to try much harder than–“

“You’re wonderin’ why I have an ex, right?” he interrupts you. You pause, confused, but he just smiles mischievously at you. “I have an ex, and many of them, because I’m an asshole, unfortunately. Force of habit.” He shrugs, but actually looks guilty for it. “But I’ve had many girlfriends because I know how to tame them.”

His smile is flirtier now, creating more of that sexual tension that you felt at dinner. You still stare at him, speechless, and he figures that you’re clueless about what he means. “I put it down,” he explains. "Give good dick. Knock their boots. Am I makin’ any sense here?” You roll your eyes, ignoring the thoughts running in your head of just how good he is in the bedroom. “I know what you mean,” you snap. “So why the fuck are you tellin’ me this?”

Baji smiles at you, his canines glowing at you as if they are illuminated by a light within them. They thrill you; bring a ferocious and needy part out of you that you didn’t know was even there. He takes a step toward you, getting closer, until you can reach up and kiss him if you want to. “Because I know you’re attracted to me,” he murmurs matter-o-factly. “What, you think I can’t see it? The way you squeezed your thighs tight together at the table. The way you kept starin’ dead at my hands. The way you’d get so lost in thought, as if daydreaming about somethin’ else way more exciting.”

You flush embarrassingly, more at your behavior than the fact that Baji noticed it. You can’t help how attracted you are to him. But Baji doesn’t want you to be embarrassed or ashamed. He wants you to want him the same he wants you. “Lucky for you, mama,” he purrs, the pet name making your pussy jump, especially with his voice, "I’m just as whipped for you, especially in that dress.” His fingers lightly glide down your arm, sending shivers down your spine. “I’m sorry about tonight, but I can show how sorry I am in other ways if you want me to.”

You can tell he genuinely means it and isn’t just trying to get in your pants, but even so, you still scowl up at him, your jaw set and eyes narrow. “And why do you think I’ll say yes?” you question. He just chuckles, still flashing you that sharp, sexy smile. “Because you know I’m the only one who can handle that bratty ass of yours.”

He then turns and waves a hand. You don’t know what for until a taxi suddenly glides over to the curb and stops. Baji walks to the backdoor and opens it before looking back at you expectantly, his eyes molten with lust. “Now get in the fuckin’ car, Y/N.” You know you shouldn’t get in the car and go anywhere with him, but you can’t deny how much he makes your pussy throb. So against your better judgement, you crawl into the backseat of the cab and tell the driver your address.

Hours later after being stripped out of your dress, shown extensive foreplay, and having your pussy eaten like Baji hasn’t had anything to eat in decades, you find yourself being fucked against the wall with your arms and legs wrapped tight around the long-haired, tattooed man who holds you against him as he pummels his thick, hard cock into your tight, wet pussy again and again. The bedroom is filled with the sound of your mixed moans and skin slapping against skin as he pistons his hips into you, making you see stars.

It doesn’t take long for your pussy to start quivering around his cock, squelching and dripping the more he fucks it. You’ve never been fucked like this in your life and you’re able to hold back anymore. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Baji!” you practically scream. “Can’t…can’t take it! I’m gonna cum!”

Baji shakes his head, gripping your hair with one hand while he hikes you up onto his waist with the other, showing you how lightweight you are to him. “Uh-uh, bratty girl,” he huffs. “Not yet, mama. I need to feel more of this pretty pussy flutterin’ around me.” He thrusts harder, faster, drawing whines and sobs out of you. You begin to claw at his back where a large tattoo dedicated to Toman is inked into his back muscles. “You cum when I say, understand?” he growls into your ear.

You weakly nod, willing to do anything he says if that means you can cum. “Now shut the fuck up, and take this dick.” You do so, stopping your protests as he fucks you stupid until you cream all over his cock while he fills you up to the brim…but of course, you only do it when he says so. You find that you love doing what he tells you to.

When everything is said and done, you both crumble to your bedroom floor and Baji pecks your cheek. “Best blind date ever, right?” he chuckles.

BENIMARU SHINON (FIRE FORCE)

*Note: Reader is Goth!

“God, kill me,” you sigh, standing in front of the theater doors. “Why did I agree to do this? He could be a serial killer or something!”

You contemplate leaving, but you already promised your best friend that you’d go through with this stupid blind date on this stupid ass holiday. “Please just try and go along with it for tonight, Y/N!” she practically begged. “I promise he’s a nice guy! And I already told him you agreed! Just give it a chance and I promise you that I’ll never bother you about dating again.”

You groaned, sitting across from her at a bar. “Fuck,” you sighed. “Fine. Can I least pick the movie?” Your friend eagerly nodded, so you purposely picked a romance/horror movie marathon showing that the theatre does every year for Valentine’s Day. The kind with blood n guts, gothic vampires, and slashers. Surprisingly, the guy still agreed to come much to your dismay and you had no choice but to come out.

You know that your friend did this as a way to get you to start dating. You swear she thinks that one of these days that you’ll hang yourself from the shower rod with how lonely you are…and this has zero to do with you being goth. Though you love the color black, but you’re not depressed. You love dark makeup and rock music, but that’s what you love. You’ve always adored gothic fashion and the aesthetic, so that’s what you live.

However, some people think it’s weird. Though Tokyo is full of eccentric and different type of fashion, goth isn’t particularly “popular” in your Black family or side of the city. And it certainly isn’t popular with the guys. You don’t care. You love yourself and you’re not about to change for anyone. So you dress in your finest black attire with a mini leather skirt, thigh-high stockings, and boots that make you feel powerful and sexy. Your makeup is dark, your mascara is sharp, your nails are as long and sharp as claws, and chains drip from your leather jacket.

You wonder what your date will be like. Apparently, he’s a well-regarded and respected officer in the Special Fire Force, among the strongest there is. But you don’t recognize him when he comes up the road from his side of the city. He is tall and has a lean build that is hidden behind a black sweater and baggy jeans. His locks of black hair hang in his face, but not enough to hide his different set of eyes: his right pupil is a red circle with one black dot in the middle while his iris is black; his left is red with a white X in the middle, reminding you of a game of tic, tac, toe.

“Hey,” he greets easily. “You waitin’ for someone?” You scowl at him, crossing your ams over you chest. “Why are you asking?” you ask sharply. The stranger raises his big hands in defense, taking a step back. “I’m not trying you, I promise. I’m just wondering if you’re this Y/N that’s supposed to be waiting here for me.”

You squint at him, cocking your head to the side to see him at a different angle. “Benimaru?” you question. “Huh. You don’t look how I thought at all.” He is handsome but not enough to knock you off your game. He quirks a small smirk and you have a feeling that this dude don’t smile often. “I hope that’s a good thing,” he wryly chuckles. “For the record, you’re not bad on the eyes either…if that’s what you meant.”

You don’t acknowledge his compliment or react even though your stomach flips. You’re not used to anyone complimenting you on the account of your black lipstick and mascara. “So should we go in or stay out here to freeze to death?” you sarcastically ask. You huff and turn on your heel before Benimaru can even answer or follow you.

He easily beats you to the door on his long legs and opens it for you, towering over you as he does. “Is sarcasm just natural for you?” he asks, dry humor in his voice as you step into the theater. You feel a pang of guilt at your behavior. It’s not his fault your friend orchestrated this.

“Sorry,” you apologize. “I’ll admit, I’m not too hype about being here. Dating isn’t really my thing, but my friend insisted I come on this stupid blind date…no offense.” Benimaru barely blinks at you walk to the ticket counter. “None taken. My friend, Konro, swore I needed a Valentine’s Day date when the whole holiday isn’t even a holiday. It’s pure BS.”

“Ugh, agreed,” you scoff, rolling your pretty, brown eyes ringed in mascara “It’s just a way for companies to continue to capitalize off of hopeless romantics and couples. Not to mention all of that pink.”

Benimaru nearly misses that, too busy thinking about how pretty your eyes are. “I’m takin’ you don’t like pink?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you. “Not that your clothes are a dead giveaway or anything.” His interestingly alluring eyes tick up and down your outfit, making you feel hot under all of the leather. “I just like black,” you laugh. “But don’t get me wrong; I wear other colors sometimes, but only on a minuscule level.”

“Your friend said you were a gothic chick,” he chuckles, giving you a mischievous smirk. You send it right back as you take out the two tickets your friend sent you for the movie. “As gothic as they come,” you retort. Benimaru just hums in response, particularly liking you in that mini skirt and the way it swishes around your thighs.

After buying the tickets, you two wander into the small waiting area where a bar, a cafe, and an arcade occupy the space. “So the movie starts in about fifteen minutes. Should we head in now?” Benimaru doesn’t answer at first, too busy staring at the arcade games. “Nah,” he replies, nodding at the flashing, noisy games. “We can kill some time in here.” He begins to walk over, expecting you to follow. “Your friend also said you’re shit at racing games,” he says with a smirk shot your way.

“Not true!” you scoff, crossing your arms. He shrugs pausing in the threshold of the arcade to wait for you. You finally give in, taking off your jacket to reveal your black crop top. “Fine, but only if we got time for the shooting games too. I wanna kill some zombies.” Benimaru nods, secretly laughing to himself as you follow him into the arcade.

You spend way more than fifteen minutes in that bitch, playing all the games you can. Benimaru is good at almost everything, playing each game with skill and precision. He lets you win most of the time, just liking to see you smile and laugh in pride when you win a racing game or beat him at ping pong. During the zombie game, you get overrun by the undead while holding your plastic machine gun and you feel him lightly touch your elbow to point the gun straight. His touch sends shivers all over you. You win the first half until you run out of time and Benimaru smirks at you. “I totally helped you with that,” he sniggers.

You also play basketball, shooting them repeatedly through hoops. He always gets the farthest hoop and the highest points, winning every round. “You only won ‘cause you’re taller,” you huff, bumping your hip with his as you walk by. It gives him the perfect opportunity to watch your ass sway in that damn skirt, making him hard as a rock for you.

As walk to get something to drink, you stop at one game in particular: the crane game. It holds dozens of little plushies that you’re obsessed with, including the little black plague doctor with its big eyes and fluffy beak. Benimaru smirks at you staring at the game, walking up beside you. “I saw you looking at this thing the whole time,” he says. "You couldn't have been any less discreet.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, still staring at the plushie. He notices and pulls out his last arcade coin. “What, you want it?” You quickly shake your head, turning to leave. “We’re gonna miss the movie anyways, so–“

“Fuck it,” he carelessly interrupts, shocking you. “You obviously want that penguin, so I’ll get it for you.”

You roll your eyes, sighing. “It’s not even a penguin; it’s a plague doctor Squishable. It ain’t a big deal for me to have it, Benimaru.” But your date just glares at you as he bends down to put the coin in the slot. “And it ain’t a big deal for me to get it for you,” he argues. “If we miss the movie, we’ll just go for food.”

You are floored by his stubbornness and refusal to give up until he’s made you happy. How can that be? You only just met and yet here he is, using his last coin to try to get you a stupid plushie! You watch with bated breath as he plays the game, moving the crane slowly as he fixes his eyes on the plushie. Once he’s moved the crane right over the plushie, he hits a button, causing the crane to sink down into the sea of stuffed animals. The crane’s hooks latch onto the peak of the plushie and, slowly, he moves it over to the opening in the corner to release it.

The crane plays music and lights up in victory as the plushie rolls down the chute into Benimaru’s hand. He turns to you, an unreadable look on his face. “Here,” he says passively. “I figured goth girls didn’t like cute shit like this…but he is kinda creepy.”

You take the plushie, just staring at it for a moment. All of the sudden, you feel weird. You feel tingly and butterflies flutter around in your stomach. That never happens, but it’s happening for this guy! “Thanks,” you softly, and very shyly, say. Benimaru shrugs like it isn’t anything to him, but it is to you. “Y’know, the movie marathon is gonna be showing another night too…” You trail off, looking down at your shoes to avoid seeing his eyes.

“So you want another night with me?” he asks. Quickly, you turn on your heel and stomp out of the arcade, leaving him utterly confused. “What?” he calls after you, sounding genuinely baffled. “It was just a question!”

A second night with him does happen two weeks later and you do see the midnight marathon, but neither of you pay any attention to the first move that plays. You’re too busy bouncing on your date’s thick, veiny cock in the darkness of the theater to watch the film, biting back your moans despite the seats being empty. Benimaru softly grunts and moans into your ear as your walls flex around him, his eyes transfixed on the way your ass jiggles as he lifts up your skirt.

“Fuck, Beni!” you moan. “Y-You’re s-so fuckin’ big!” You grip his thighs with your long nails as his dick stretches you out in the best way, a delicious ache coming in your calves with the effort it takes to bounce on him. Benimaru stands up and bends you over the seat in front of you, beginning to fuck you from behind. He is fast and nails that single spot every time that makes you have to cover your mouth because you’re so loud.

“Shh, shh, baby,” he coos into your ear as he continues to pound into you from behind. “You don’t want security comin’ to find us, do you? Or maybe you do, you little slut, fuckin’ your date in the movie theatre.” He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls, much to your enjoyment of being slutted out in the dark. Anyone could walk in and see you fucking right now. It’s so naughty. So sexy.

The thrill of it must be getting to Benimaru too because he speeds up his thrusts, his balls slapping against your clit as his hand smacks against your ass, gripping it tight. “Shit, baby, you’re gonna make cum!” he groans, tossing his head back at the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around him. “Cum with me! Make that pretty fuckin’ pussy cum around my cock!”

You quickly begin to rub you swollen clit in time with his thrusts and soon enough, you’re cumming all over his cock. “Fuck!” you scream into your hand as your orgasm tears through you. Benimaru cums too, filling you up with a long groan that he bites back as best as he can among the movie playing. He lets you come down from cloud nine before pulling out, letting his cum leak down your thighs. He turns you around, pumping his cock soaked in your juices. “Not yet,” he growls. “Put it back in your mouth and taste yourself.”

You get on your knees, panties at your ankles and leather skirt hiked up. Benimaru wastes no time thrusting into your mouth, using it as his very own fucktoy, as he watches your brown eyes ringed in mascara stare up at him eagerly. When he pulls away to cum again, your black lipstick stains his cock, marking him as yours. “Fuck!” he gasps as he cums all over your pretty face, ruining your eye makeup. It is now but black smears down your cheeks as his nut drips all over your face and cheeks.

“Poor baby,” he chuckles. “Your mascara’s runnin’. I bet you worked so hard on it.” He takes a napkin from your movie snacks and dabs away the cum. “So cute,” he sighs, marveling at how utterly adorable you look. You giggle, feeling deliriously good and cute, just as he says.

Yeah. A third date is most definitely in the future for you now.

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vintagetimetarot · 5 months

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What will your December be like? ❄️☃️ (Christmas themed) + love messages ♡︎

Hello everyone! Before I take my hiatus, I wanted to give y’all a reading to make up for not answering asks, or them being put on hold. Today I decided to make a monthly reading, and I added some love messages as well if you are interested, and to again make up for the lack of asks answered. Let’s get to it! (Also, I know this is Christmas themed, but you don’t have to be a certain religion for this reading at all, I’m not even Christian myself.) take what resonates and simply disregard what doesn’t. Pick a vintage Christmas album below!

Pile 1: I feel like the overall theme for your month is that you need to let go of the negatives currently going on in your life and what is making you dissatisfied. I see you guys might also have seasonal depression? But anyways. You’re gonna have to work very hard to make this a good month. I feel like you are struggling to stay positive or be happy right now, and if you don’t fix this it’ll just carry on into the next month. The cards suggest you can have a great month by putting yourself out there more in all aspects of your life. Go for that job you want! Kiss that guy/girl you like! Follow your dreams! But also be realistic with yourself and revaluate what you want first for this month, before you plan to pursue. You still have a couple weeks! I see this being a balanced month for you when you work hard. I think you’ll be improving in your job/school studies this month, regardless of what happens. I also think your personal relationships will be growing more this month, I think new people are going to enter your life. But I’m getting that you guys are guarded, but let these people in! They aren’t here to sabotage you. This will be a month of personal growth and divine timing and retribution for you, take it how it resonates. In terms of love this month, I see you exploring your romantic feelings, but this mainly will be about staying optimistic about your love life and working on self love this month. Love can’t fully come into your life if you can’t love yourself first for right now! Sorry if this was quite short, but this is all I got, I hope this resonated.

Pile 2: I think December is going to a very happy and successful mont for you. You may find yourself spending time and improving relationships with your family and friends. I also see your manifestations coming to fruition, whatever they are, this is your message that it’s coming this month! Things are being worked on behind the scenes. But these could be delayed if you keep up a lack of faith, which I see most of you guys have right now. Just because your manifestations don’t come ASAP doesn’t mean they aren’t coming. I see you making new friends this month, your social circle is going to expand greatly. I think you’ve been not your best lately, and that cycle is going to come to an end this month. I think this is mainly because you are learning to accept help from others. Things overall are just going to go smoothly this month, especially the holidays will be a healing time for you. In terms of love, I see that you make be deceived on what you have convinced yourself is happening right now, very specific message, but if you have an ex, they may be trying to win you back this month, but don’t fall for it. You two broke up for a reason. For those who are single, I think someone in your life currently is going to want to take things to a serious level with you. This is the time to express your love and not hold back, so things work out. I honestly feel like this is more casual and more familial like love, I’m not getting the vibe of a HUGE romantic month honestly. But it’s still gonna be great. That’s all I got, I hope this resonated!

Pile 3: This month is going to be go fast, and major change is going to happen. This is change you’ve been waiting for, but it won’t happen out of nowhere, YOU are gonna make the changes yourself believe it or not this month. Whatever you’ve been waiting for this what this is. You may find people being kinder to you and more generous this month. I think you are going to be extremely productive in terms of work/school. I think you are also going to make a significant connection while you’re at it in this area of life while you increase in productivity. I see you turning your back on things that don’t serve you anymore and finally taking the lead. This could be unhealthy relationships, stepping up your game in work/school, leaving a home environment or area that caused you turmoil, and more. You’ll be faced to make big choices this month as well, which will have large effects. In regards to love, I think you still need to wait or put a pause on that. Good things are coming, but not this month in love. You’ll be very focused on material things for now. The universe is just taking its time to make sure it all works out, and give you the best romantic situation possible. In terms of romance, you could be thinking about past relationships and exes, which is why you aren’t ready for something new yet. I think you are still inexperienced when it comes to love. Your reading is quite short, this month won’t be too eventful, but things will still change. That’s all I got, hope it resonates.

Pile 4: I think you guys are suffering right now. A lot. The past year or months might have been really rough on you. But this month, things will change, I promise. I think you may take a trip this month and that is going to be very healing for you. Or your travel life (small or big) will help you a lot this month. Your relationships will be crucial this month, all around. I think your messages will improve this month drastically, especially if they were previously causing you turmoil. I think many problems are going to get resolved this month, but with time more than anything. I see your mental state improving and getting out of this self deprecating mindset. I think with your relationships, you’ll become better at resolving conflict this you. In terms of romance, it’s safe for you to love. I think you’ll actually have people admiring you and pursuing you romantically more this month. For example, you may notice people flirting with you more. I don’t see this as straight up relationships left and right, but you’ll be discovering and exploring more of your romantic feelings this month. You’ll decide what you really want or will be, and that’s why you probably won’t be pursuing a relationship. I didn’t get much for this pile, so I advise you to go to another pile you were drawn to for more information on this month. That’s all I got, I hope this resonates.

#tarot reading #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot

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mynameismckenziemae · 2 months

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In Case You Didn’t Know

Part 11

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: Stress and whiskey loosens Jake’s lips.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, mutual masturbation, toy use, discussion of kinks, a little cliffy at the end there.

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“Okay, okay Jake,” you scold, laughing breathlessly as he ruts against you in the kitchen as you’re trying to make mimosas. “Your mom and Emma are gonna be here any minute. Do you really want them to see you with a boner?”

He sighs before nipping your ear and stepping back. “Yeah, you’re right. I just can’t get enough of you. And knowing you’re gonna be my wife in 2 short weeks is making me crazy.”

“I know, I can’t wait either,” you smile over your shoulder at him. Oh, did Bradley book his flight yet?”

“Yeah, he’ll be here the Tuesday before to help out and make sure his suit fits. The rest of the squad won’t be here until Thursday afternoon. We just gotta figure out a way to keep him and Emma separated,” he jokes.

“You know, they would make a cute couple,” you muse.

He hums in agreement. “They would. I just don’t want to see him get hurt. He plays the carefree himbo well, but he’s got a big heart. He’d worship the ground she walks on if she’d let him in,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around you again and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Y’all fucking or are-ow, Ma!” Emma calls from the front door.

“We’re in the kitchen, fully clothed!” You laugh.

“That’s a first,” Emma mutters, rubbing her arm where Ruth pinched her.

“Learn to knock and you won’t see anything you don’t want to,” Jake replies hugging her before turning and doing the same with Ruth.

“How’s the new job?” Emma asks as she hops on the counter.

“Pretty good. A bit stressful learning the ropes myself and constantly having to tell the new recruits what to do, when to do it, and dolling out push-ups when they mess up. I feel like I’m babysitting most of the time. It’ll get better though once I get used to things,” Jake replies.

“It will. Give yourself a break, baby,” Ruth pinches his cheek. “Your daddy’s outside with Cash. I swear he loves that dog more than any of us,” Ruth sighs.

“Can’t blame him, he’s a good dog. Mimosas?” You offer.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Jake jokes, reaching for a flute, but you push it out of reach and give his denim-clad butt a swat.

“No sir, don’t you dare. They’re for us girls, now get outta here so I can try on the dresses.”

“Yes ma’am. I like it when you’re bossy,” he winks, rubbing the spot you popped him before he pecks your cheek and heads out the door.

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“Wow, how many did you buy?” Emma asks wide-eyed as she looks at the dresses in your arms.

“12,” you laugh. “The website has free return shipping. I wasn’t sure what style looks best on me, I haven’t worn a gown since prom.”

“You can pull off anything,” Emma smiles. “But it’s good to have options.”

Ruth dabs her tears with each dress you try, but her tissue can’t keep up when you come out of your room with the 10th one. It’s fitted, with a low back with loose lace sleeves and it fits like a glove.

“Oh Charlie, you’re glowing,” she whispers.

“Yup,” you smile. “This is the one.”

“I agree,” Emma murmurs, coming up behind you to get the button you couldn’t reach. “Jake won’t be able to keep his eyes or his hands off you.”

You grin and look at Ruth. “Think mom would like it?”

Just as you say it a breeze floats through the living room window and you swear you smell her sweet perfume.

Emma and Ruth look at each other and then at you with wide eyes; they smell it too.

“There’s your answer, hun,” Ruth says with a watery smile.

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“Charlie-darlin’, where you at?” Jake calls as he comes in the front door hours later. “Casher, where’s your mama? Find mama, buddy.”

That Texas drawl coming out tells you he’s been drinking and you burst into giggles as Cash comes running, smothering you with kisses.

“Working out, I’ll be done in a few. There’s a plate in the fridge if you’re hungry,” you reply once Cash lets up, running back to the kitchen to find Jake at the word ‘fridge’.

“Hell yeah, meatloaf!” Jake says excitedly as he opens the fridge. He joins you after heating it up. “Find a dress?”

“Mhmm, you’re gonna love it. What did you and your dad do?”

“I bet I will. I bet I’ll like takin’ it off even more,” he smiles, eyes raking over your body in your sports bra and shorts. “Shot darts and played pool. You know, guy stuff.”

“Seems like alcohol might’ve been involved?” You ask with a knowing smile as you begin to stretch.

He pinches his fingers together. “Maybe a little whiskey. God, this is good. You’re a good cook, Char. Hey, you know what I said earlier?”

He’s so dang cute when he’s like this.

You smile up at him from your place on the floor before you shake your head. “Remind me?”

“When I said I like it when you’re bossy. I meant that” he says with a blush, leaving to put his plate in the dishwasher to return a moment later. He leans on the doorframe as he continues. “Like…if you want to take the lead sometimes, I’d be up for that.”

You rise to your feet and saunter over. “Mmm, I’d definitely be up for that,” you hum, pulling him in for a kiss by his belt loop. “Take a shower with me and we’ll talk more?”

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“Not that I’m complaining,” you smile as you rinse your hair, “but what brought this on? Or is this something you’ve always wanted to try?”

“That little bit of bossiness this morning got me thinkin’ bout how sexy it’d be in the bedroom. Work’s been stressing me out and thought maybe it’d be nice if someone was giving me the orders,” he says with a blush.

“So you want me to tell you what to do? Maybe tie you to our bed and have my way with you?”

“Yes, all of that,” he sighs as you wrap your hand around his erection as the warm water runs between the two of you.

“What else?” you ask before leaning in and taking his nipple into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue and teeth. He groans, stumbling back a step until his back hits the wall. You nip at the bud when he doesn’t answer. “What else, Jake?”

“Anything you want,” he pants as you continue stroking him. “Use me to get yourself off, play with my ass some more…what’s it called when you get someone really close and then you back off? Edging? I think that’s what it’s called. I like it when you pull my hair. Just…anything. Anything you want.”

You smile as the tips of his ears turn red and a flush rises up his neck at his admission. “What were you and Tom drinking? Whiskey?”

“Yes ma’am, how’d you know?” He smiles before kissing you.

“All your secrets come out when you drink whiskey. I want to do all of that and more. What about if you don’t follow my rules? Do you want me to punish you?”

He flushes even further but nods, eyes drifting closed at the pleasure from your hand.

“You never have to be embarrassed or ashamed with me Jake. No one has to know what you and I get up to,” you murmur, leaning in to kiss up his throat as you increase the speed of your strokes.

His abs begin to tense and his breathing shortens, signaling he’s about to cum, you pull your hand away.

Your neglected pussy clenches at the whimper that leaves him.

“Wha-why’d you stop?” He pants a moment later, opening his eyes to look at you in confusion.

“I’m not ready for you to cum yet,” you reply with a cheeky grin, turning off the water behind you.

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You bite your lip to keep from laughing as you dig out your box of toys from under the bed that Jake’s currently lying on, practically vibrating with need.

Finding the items you want, you crawl onto the bed, putting a dollop of lube in your hand before coating Jake’s still-hard cock while you lean forward to kiss him.

He gasps when you bite his lip at the same time you place the stroker on him.

“You can take over from here, but don’t cum,” you murmur against his lips before you lean back against the pillow you placed on the footboard.

“Whatcha got there?” He asks huskily from his mirrored position against the headboard.

“This is a rabbit vibrator. It was my favorite toy until we got together,” you reply, holding it up for him to see. “This part goes in my pussy,” you sigh as you push it in with a lewd squelch, “and this goes against my clit. Then I turn it on.” Your back arches off the pillow with a keen as you demonstrate.

“Holy fuck,” Jake gasps, gripping the base of his cock as he watches you pleasure yourself.

“I didn’t say you could stop,” you instruct breathlessly as find the vibration pattern you like best.

He grimaces and takes a shaky breath as he continues his stroking.

“I don’t know how many times I got myself off just like this thinking about you, watching porn imaging it was us, reading my books wishing we were doing all those dirty things together,” you sigh as you already feel the first tells that an orgasm is approaching.

“Oh God, that’s so hot,” Jake moans, eyes closing as he imagines it.

“Eyes on me, Jake. I want you to watch,” you sigh as your toes begin to curl.

“I-I can’t. I’ll cum, Char,” he grits out, refusing to open his eyes and look at you.

“No, don’t you dare cum yet,” you warn breathlessly. “Now open your eyes and watch me.”

He whines but forces his eyes open just as you hit your peak with a cry, so consumed by your pleasure that you don’t hear Jake’s reluctant groan.

You slump back against the pillows with a sigh as you pull the vibrator out, not at all satisfied yet.

“I tried Char, but I couldn’t stop it. You’re just too fucking gorgeous when you cum,” Jake sighs guiltily.

You open your heavy lids and a new rush of arousal goes straight between your legs at the sight of a wrecked-looking Jake; his damp hair sticking up where he ran his fingers through in desperation, an embarrassed flush staining his cheeks, and the stroker on his still-hard cock, full of his creamy spend.

“Jake, Jake, Jake. What am I going to do with you?” You repeat his words from when the roles were reversed a few weeks ago.

“You’re not gonna spank me, are you?” He remembers, repeating your words huskily, but with a quirk of his lips. He doesn’t think you will.

He jolts, gasping when you reach over to grip his oversensitive cock, giving him a few pulls.

“Turn over and find out.”

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A/N: A little cliffy there! Sorry if you’re not into spanking or when the woman takes the lead. Apparently a bunch of you do like it though according to the survey I posted from a few days ago. 🤷🏻‍♀️😏

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simpforrooster · 2 years

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the princess and the hangman

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

you and Jake are constantly at each other’s throats. everyone can see why except for you.

t/w: cussing, closed door scene, mentions of cheating. enemies to lovers. let me know if I missed any!

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m hurt. Get in the fucking truck,” Jake “Hangman” Seresin slams himself into his truck and raises a brow at you. Your hand refuses to reach out towards the door handle.

He rolls the window down. “I will leave your ass here if you are not in this vehicle in the next five seconds.”

You know Jake well enough to know he is telling the absolute truth. Begrudgingly, you slide into his old Chevy.

“I called Rooster, you know.”

Your best friend, Rooster, was always your first call when you needed to get out of a horrible date. He always came riding in on his shiny Bronco, and rescued you. For some reason, Jake showed up this time.

“Well, I’m here instead. Rooster said he was caught up in something.”

Or someone.

The two of you rode back to the Hard Deck in complete silence. Old school country played lowly through the speakers, and you want desperately to make a comment about it.

You decide against it not wanting to get into another argument with the Hard Deck three minutes away. The last thing you needed was the two of you flying into the bar at each other’s throats. It would only lead to the gang asking when y’all would finally admit your feelings for each other.

You did NOT like Hangman. No matter how fucking sexy he was.

Jake pulls into the parking lot and throws his old Chevy into park. You both sit there, waiting for the other to make a move. These standoffs were pretty common. God, you were both so competitive.

Jake finally speaks. “Next time, vet the guy a little better before agreeing to go on a date. I am sick of ‘rescuing’ you.” His voice is low, barely above a whisper.

Your brows shoot up your face. “I’m sorry?”

Jake doesn't answer. Instead, he slides out of his truck and slams the door. He stops at the door of the Hard Deck, “Lock the door behind you, Princess.”

That fucking nickname.

You weren’t a naval aviator. You weren't in the Navy at all. You were a teacher at the school on the base, and one of the admiral’s daughters. Hence the nickname. You were untouchable. One call to Daddy, and you got whatever you wanted.

So what? It wasn’t your fault you were the only daughter.

The gang adopted you into their group the night you strolled into the bar after the first day of school.

“The princess has been returned to our humble hangout,” Jake announces to the group.

So much for coming in without arguing.

You were hot on his heels.

Coyote hands Jake a beer. Jake takes a long swig from it, and looks at you. He cocks a blonde eyebrow, daring you to say something. He knows you enough to know you can't pass it up.

“You’re an asshole.” You keep your voice neutral.

“And you’re a brat. Tell me something I don't know, Princess.”

Rooster joins you at your side and throws an arm around your shoulders. “I wish you would have come,” you tell him.

“Yeah, I was a little preoccupied,” he winks at a blonde across the bar. “Besides, Hangman insisted.”

Your eyes met Jake’s and for once you were speechless. He insisted?

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Jake shot at you.

“Take your insult back to the 80′s, dick.”

Mischief flashes through those green eyes. Those eyes you'd be blind if you didn't think they were gorgeous. His famous smirk falls on his lips. The one that usually precedes whatever smart ass comment he has cooking.

Before he can come back with anything, Coyote jumps in. “When are you two just going to sleep together?”

Rooster rolls his eyes next to you, and Bob, who was quiet in the corner, was suddenly interested with his phone.

“He wishes.”

“I’d rock your world, Princess.”

You pray your cheeks remain the color they are. He cannot see you react to that comment, because you’re pretty sure Jake could.

“Flyer would disagree.” Jake’s grip on his beer tightens. It was a low blow. Bringing up the only girl who kept him tied down.

Jake regains his composure pretty quickly. “Yeah well, I wouldn’t want Origin's sloppy seconds anyway.”

Your comment was a low blow, but his was a complete kick in the hypothetical nuts. Even Rooster stiffened next to you.

Origin, the guy who captured your heart. The guy who swept you off your feet. The guy who promised you the world. The guy who ultimately cheated on you.

“I think the two of you should take a breather,” Rooster says, trying to steer you away from Jake. Not being able to back down, you slip under Rooster’s arm.

You close the space between you and Jake. He has almost an entire foot on you. Your head almost falls all the way back to look him in the face.

“Why’d she leave you?” you ask. Jake never mentioned the break up to any of you. When she left him, he sulked around for about a week, and then was back to his old self.

Jake’s jaw tightens, but he doesn't answer.

“Come on, Hangman, I want to know why she left,” you pressed. The two of you were standing dangerously close.

“I bet you do,” he makes a big show of taking a sip from his beer. His lips momentarily throwing you off as your mind wandered to how they'd feel on yours. They say hate and passion is a fine line, and you’re tittering it being this close to him.

You put a hand on his chest and playfully shove him back. He doesn't move an inch, but he captures your wrist in his before you can pull back. You don’t mean for the gasp to fall out of your mouth, but it does and he definitely noticed it. You were careful to never put your hands on him, afraid you may like it too much.

“Why’d she leave, Jake?”

Jake closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath. When they reopen, it’s like he’s staring into your soul.

“Because of you,” he says so low you almost didn't hear him.

His hand his still encircled around your wrist, and you're pretty sure those green eyes just flicked down to your mouth.

Jake drops your hand before you can say anything and stalks out of the bar.

A week passed by with zero contact from Jake. Not that the two of you talked a lot outside of the weekend gatherings at the bar. You could usually look forward to a witty text from him at least once a week.

“Come on, Y/N, you have to see the way he’s always looked at you,” Penny says. You were sitting at the bar, keeping her company before the Friday night crowd came in.

You shake your head. “Jake hates me, and I hate him. That’s our thing.”

Penny gives you an incredulous look as she dries a glass.

Sure, Jake is fucking hot. And you have thought about what it would be like if he was yours.

“He said Flyer left because of me.” You still hadn't be able to work that out in your mind.

“I would have too,” Penny shrugs. When she takes in your confused look, she adds, “Because she knew he was in love with you.”

Your forehead comes in contact with the bar. Letting out a groan, you say, “Impossible.”

“Trouble in Y/N Land?” a voice appears to your right. You glance over, keeping your head on the bar, and see Maverick, Penny’s boyfriend, and your father’s biggest annoyance.

“She’s coming to terms with Hangman being in love with her,” Penny tells him, leaning over the bar to give Maverick a kiss.

“Oh yeah? Shit, it's been what? Three years?” Maverick says. He knew too.

You let our another groan.

You were at the piano with Rooster later on that night. You tried to remain present with your friend, singing along to whatever song he had just learned to play. Your eyes kept scanning the crowd, looking for that handsome blonde.

“He’s not coming, darlin’,” Rooster tells you.

“I don't know what you’re talking about.”

Rooster finished up his song and turned on the bench towards you. “You’re looking for Hangman.” Your head shakes widely. “Of course I’m not. Why would I be looking for him? I hate him.”

Rooster hits you with a look you imagine an older brother would give. A look that says ‘do you think I am that stupid’?

“Where is he?” you ask quietly.

“His apartment.”

You waste no time throwing your card at Penny and running out of the bar, not even caring. You knew Penny would lock it up for you to get later.

You speed down the highway, taking the familiar route to Jake’s apartment. Rooster lived in the same building. Parking next to his Chevy, you take a deep breath. Your mind is in a million webs, and you don’t even know what you’re going to say to him.

Mustering up as much confidence as you can, you stalk up the walk to his door. Pounding on the door, you don't notice that he’s opened it. It’s only when your fist makes contact with his chest does it register.

“What are you doing here, Princess? Hot date stand you up?” he turns his back to you, heading into his home. You fly in after him, all nerves gone.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” There is no way on Earth this man ‘loves’ you. Everyone is just confusing hate with love.

“I don't have a problem. Seems like you do, though.” Jake leans against his kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah, I have a problem. Why would you tell me Flyer left you because of me, and then give me the cold shoulder for a week.”

Jake smirks. “I wasn’t aware you were waiting around for some kind of contact.”

“Cut the shit, Jake.”

Fire flashes in his eyes. “What do you want from me, Y/N? Do you want me to tell you that even though I was with her, I thought about you? Do you want me to tell you how you encapsulate every part of my mind? Do you want me to tell you that I have a fucking photo of you in my cockpit? Do you want me to tell you that no matter how many wise ass comments you feed me, it just makes me want you that much more?” With every question, he steps closer to you. His chest heaves as he looks down at you. You look down and see his shoes meet yours in a little kiss.

Jake hooks a finger under your chin, guiding your face up to look at him. “Is that what you wanted?”

Your breathing matches his. The two of you in another stand off. This time, who is going to kiss the other first?

“Is that what you wanted, Princess?” he asks again, his lips lowering to yours. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

You can’t find your voice. Instead, you grab the collar of his shirt to hurry him along. His lips meet yours, and you taste the beer he was drinking before you came over. Jake’s hands cup either side of your face, like he's afraid you’re going to disappear.

“Origin didn’t fucking deserve you,” Jake says against your mouth.

“Please don’t bring him up again,” you say as you pull Jake into his bedroom.

a/n: so sorry it has been so long since my last fic! I appreciate all the notes, and reblogs, and follows from everyone. writing is one of my most favorite hobbies and I am so glad y’all are enjoying them. I am thinking of opening some requests?!

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The Bear & His Honey Chapter 4

Inspo: Quote- “ Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me- I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.” Dedication: @daysofyellowroses - bestie thank you for inspiring and encouraging me to write. I haven’t felt more alive and inspired then I have in the past few days writing again. Thank you!! This is for you loveyyyy. Summary: Winnie & Carmy get closer. Have a marg over a mini therapy session, Winnie fixes up Carm’s panic injury. They find out there may just have been a single thread of gold tying them together the entire time. W/C: 5,484 A/N: Oh my lanta y’all!! 2 chapters in one day?! I promise- PROMISEEE tonight I am figuring a master list out, because I (myself) have been struggling to keep things canon to the story by having to scroll and scroll through my page to find each part to see what I said for Winnie, LOL! So get hype for that, I love this chapter even more then the last bc it has more Carmy, but Richie is so fun to write and I can’t wait for he&Winnies friendship to bloom!!! For my canon Carmy continues going to therapy once or so a week / a support group type talk therapy so that is why he shares more than he would in the show. It’s on his one day off so that’s why he is able to continue making it, and he thrives on routine so going once a week keeps him regulated. Warnings for BTC: A little bit of smut, angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of vehicular accidents ending in death, mentions of self-harm, mentions of severe injury, negative self-talk, feminine yearning (ofc), fluffy fluff (enough for your teeth to rot out of ur face), panic disorder, mentions of a panic attack, heavy petting, alcohol, mentions of smoking cigarettes, mental health issues, exhausted Carmy LOL

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The door flings open and before I could even get a good look at him his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, his large hands resting on my rib cage, and thumbs gently rubbing soothing strokes. I gasped a bit in surprise at the contact, his muscular chest pressed to mine. Pulling me tighter and he nuzzles his face in my neck, his hot breath causing goosebumps to appear all over my skin. I inhaled his scent, a bit of his musky spicy cologne still left over after the long day, cigarette smoke, and a day of working, but he didn’t smell bad at all. I would buy a fucking candle of it if I could, and never burn it so it lasts forever.

He needed this hug.

“Thank you f’ comin’, Winnie. I really need a drink, like now” he said quietly and I bit my lip, my hands rubbing soothing circles in the middle of his back. “Course, you think I’d turn down a free drinky-drink from the sexiest little Chef boy in Chicago?” He chuckled into my neck, feeling a small smile press into my skin. “I’m sorry” he pulls away and I finally am able to look at him.

His hair is a mess, cheeks are stained red, his eyes are bloodshot and glazed over like he’d been crying, he rubs the back of his neck and I see a bit of smeared blood over his forearm. “It’s- it’s okay, hard day?” I asked, twiddling my fingers anxiously, worried he was going to ask me to leave and tell me that it wasn’t a good time anymore. “Ye’” he replied in a sigh and I swallowed hard.

“D-did you- sorry,” my voice coming out small and meek. I clear my throat “Was it- not a good time for you? It’s fine, totally, totally fine…should have given my number I guess - but I can-“ I motion my thumb to the door down the hall.

“No! No, please, stay. It’s - it’ll be nice. To like- to see you. I meant sorry about,” he squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head “sorry for like- flinging myself on you?” He says and I giggle, causing him to look at me.

“I love hugs! You give great hugs, is that why your sister calls you Bear? Oh my god!! Wait. This is your- that’s so cool, Carmen! You’re so cool!” I motioned to the restaurant, alluding to the name. “That’s so fuckin cool dude!” He smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets shyly and looking at his feet.

“Thank you, but- uh. No. I’m not…usually a hugger which is why I’m also surprised I did that, guess I needed it. They call me bear cause - well. Don’t poke the bear kinda thing” he said and I took a few steps forward, our toes almost touching and his eyes met mine again. I raise my hand, and gently poke the flower tattoo adorning his left arm with my forefinger and smile. “Gonna bite me?” I quip, lifting my hands and poking short pokes all over his chest and he laughs a bit.

“Y’re cute” he said and I put a final poke on his nose, blush rising to my cheeks at the statement. “And very thirsty. Pour me a drink will you, bartender?” I turned around on the ball of my foot swiftly, walking with pep back into the kitchen and I look back at him, to find his eyes practically undressing me from where I’d left him moments ago. I grin, putting my hands on my hips “You staring at my ass isn’t making me any less thirsty over here, bartender!” I said and he blushes “sorry…sorry”

He comes out and places a hand at the small of my back leading me to the main part of the restaurant and towards the bar “you just - uh…you look really good. I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to get home, I wanted to but - shit just got outta control, Syd forgot about this huge cannoli order and we forgot to get the powdered sugar with the last resupply so I had to make powdered sugar - it was just-” I rub my hand up his arm gently, stopping him and grabbing his attention.

“It’s fine Carmen. You look fine. I’ll admit, a little bit tired. But you worked all day, I’ve been there” I shrug and he nods a bit, “thanks” he said softly walking behind the bar. I get up on one of the bar stools, crossing my legs and resting my chin in my palm looking over the restaurant and tapping my nails on the table. “This place is super nice, Carm, you should be so proud of yourself. It feels fancy but inviting too.” I hum admiring the lights and artwork on the walls.

“Why thank you, we all worked really hard. I’m surprised it came together every day, but super grateful.” He said, taking Patron off of the middle shelf and scooping ice into the mixer, counting to himself as he pours it. “Doesn’t show, you run a tight ship it sounds, Chef” I smiled. He snorts “how would you know? Or is it just the pans from earlier” he said and threw a few slices of jalapeño, lime, and mint in to the cup before closing it tightly and shaking.

“Yes and no, Richie told me, said that you were a good boy today though, and your sister was the one causing trouble” blush creeps into his cheeks. “Ye’ and see what happens when I’m ‘good’ as you told me to do? Shit got fucked” he pours in some club soda and mixes it with a bar spoon before pouring us both a glass. “Mmmm. Was that because you weren’t barking orders, or because something happened out of your control, and you’re blaming yourself?” I asked honestly and he set my glass down in front of me, biting his lip for a moment.

“Everything is out of my fucking control” he muttered and shook his head, as if it was a quiet, painful reminder to himself. “Most things, in most people’s lives, are out of our control” I gently rest my hand over his and he meets my eyes. “The only things you can control is if, and when you fall apart, and how well you glue yourself back together.” I said earnestly and he swallows thickly, nodding.

“I like that..thank you” he said and I nod. “Don’t worry, I won’t charge you- this time. But d’ya think I can get a fancy umbrella or somethin’ for this drink?” I smiled and nudged it toward him, he chuckled, shaking his head “you are somethin’ else, Winnie” he crouches down behind the bar with a grunt.

“Fuck. I’m 26 but my back feels 90” he said and I laughed a bit. “It’s all the cookin’! And being on your feet too damn much, My mom is a massage therapist, you should let me give you a massage sometime.” I said and he got back up, groaning dramatically which made me giggle. “For you, dear.” He drops a little pink umbrella into my cup.

“Oh my goodness you poor thing. Come sit down” I pat the spot next to me and plucked my bag off the seat, hanging it off the back of my chair. He comes around the bar, plopping down in the chair next to me with a sigh of relief. “I will absolutely take you up on your massage offer sometime.” He said, rubbing over his face tiredly and running his hands through his muss of curls before taking a sip of his own drink.

“Please do, I’ll pull out all the stops for ya’, but just so you know- a happy ending comes with a pretty cost” I said flirtatiously and nudged his leg with my boot playfully. He chuckled and looked over at me “yea? Thanks for the heads up I’ll be sure to budget accordingly for my trip to Winnie’s Massage Parlor” he teased and I laughed a bit.

“Yess!! Please do! There’s also Winnie’s salon, Winnie's hospital, and Winnie’s library!! Come by for all your daily needs I’ma’ Jane of all trades” I shrug and take another sip of my drink. “Speaking of” I take his left arm, looking at the inner part near the crook, where 4 large scratches were, done so violently that the skin beneath was turning into a speckled bruise meaning by morning it would be a dark purple.

“What happened?” I ask softly, my finger tip gently brushing over the untouched skin over the smeared, dried out blood below the wound. “Ahh-“ he shakes his head “it’s stupid. It’s not even bad don’t worry about it” he said and I looked at him, concerned. “Did- did Sug-“ he cuts me off quickly “Sugar, would never hurt me.” He said, his tone was deadly serious.

I nodded quickly, swallowing hard. “Okay, Carm, I believe you” I said softly and squeezed his wrist gently. “Will you…let me take care of you- please?” I ask quietly, looking into his eyes, my gaze pleading for a yes.

“So Winnie’s hospital is mobile?” He said with a small teasing smile. I roll my eyes playfully. “Yes, let’s go find the first aid kit, and honestly it’s pretty but like - empty in here and… I dunno” I bit my lip, hoping he got the hint and he nods “sure we - we can uh. Yeah. Let’s go sit in Sugars office. She has a couch” I nodded and hopped off the seat, gasping when the corner of it hooks onto the hem of my skirt as I get down and pulls it up, exposing my backside clad in a lacy red thong through the sheer bum part of my fleeced nylons.

“Oh my god!” I blurt as I quickly pulled it back down, my cheeks on fire, and my heart pounding in embarrassment. I hear Carmen burst out in laughter behind me making my embarrassment grow and I turned around, crossing my arms over my chest, my eyebrows becoming furrowed. “Hey!” I snip “what’s so funny!! Why were you looking peeping tom!” I whine and he covers his mouth to stifle the laughter.

“To make sure your munchkin self didn’t trip off of the stool in those clunky ass boots!! Being a gentleman really paid off for me there” he said and I went over slapping his arm gently with a smile growing on my face. “I guess it’s a good thing I wore panties or I would’ve mooned you” I grab my drink and turn around, a surprised chuckle coming from him.

“Holy shit, you go commando?” He asks, holding the kitchen door open for me “sometimes, she needs to breathe!!” I said with a shrug and pushed my bag up on my shoulder as I followed him back to Sugars office. “But what if you get horny?” He asked and I laughed, nudging him with my elbow. “Dude!! Richie said you were not forward with girls, that’s pretty forward” I set my bag down on sugars desk and he plops down on the big comfy sofa pulling out a recliner on his side and he sighs, closing his eyes.

“Gimme a sec’ this is the first time my feet are up since 1” he said and I sat down next to him, “you haven’t sat down since I left?!” I asked and he shook his head, opening his eyes and head falling to the side on the cushion to look at me. “Mm-mm” he hummed in response. “Where’s the first aid kit? I’ll find it” I said and he rubs his face, thinking.

“Uhhh. Oh there’s one in here actually, go over to the other side of Sug’s desk, it should be tucked there next to the wall” he said and took a sip of his drink. I got up, going where he said and I leaned over, completely forgetting the rules of skirts by mistake. “You’re a fucking tease” he said lowly and my heart pounds, my stomach fluttering wildly, and my core beginning to twitch and throb in excitement.

“What’s not nice about helping a new friend clean up their boo-boo’s?” I asked innocently, a small smile on my lips as I turned and sat down on the couch on the cushion next to him. He smirks “you…are gonna make me crazy” he said softly and closed his eyes, resting his head on the back of the sofa. I opened the kit, taking out hand sanitizer, saline wipes, gauze, and triple antibiotic.

“Wait-“ he said his eyes flickering open “you- you met Richie?” He asks as if I hadn’t been mentioning him since I walked in the door, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “It’s like- the first thing I said when I got here.” I said and he sighs softly. “I’m…sorry.” He finally said, like he was contemplating whether to say more. “That’s ok, you had a hard day” I took his arm gently, laying it across my lap. “What did he say? How bad did he embarrass me?” He questions and I giggle a bit, sanitizing my hands before opening a saline wipe.

“Not at all! He said you’re shy with girls, that he’s surprised you asked me out cause he thinks I’m pretty, and apparently, doesn’t think you are very funny- but I on the other hand, seemed to make him laugh a lot so- got you beat” I teased with a smile as I ever gently wipe over the wounds.

He snorts “well, you are pretty, he’s an asshole but right.” He said and I looked up at him “not many people make me laugh anymore, you seem to, though.” I said honestly, and he tugs his lip between his teeth to catch a grin from taking over his features. “Yea?” He asks quietly with a blush going across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. “Mmhmm” I hum in reply, putting the ointment on and carefully rubbing it in.

It was quiet for a moment before he says “I’m sorry.” Causing me to look up at him, but his gaze was stuck on the ceiling. “This wasn’t - I wanted to do something nice for you and… I’m sorry.” I stop working on his arm “sorry for what, Carm? This is so nice. The drink is really good, thank you for making it, I’m glad to be here.” I said honestly and placed my hand on top his.

His icy blue eyes meet mine, looking over my face slowly and locking on my lips. His eyes flick back to mine when he responds “you just look so pretty, like you should be on a real date. Not here fuckin-“ he sighs, looking down at his arm then back at me. “Dealing with my stupid mistake.” I shook my head and wrapped up his arm with a bandage to keep it clean and dry while he slept and it could scab over.

“This is a real date. You own a restaurant. Carmen. Look at me.” I order and he looks into my eyes. “You, just you, asking me to come see you, to be together, to get to know each other? You are enough. This is a date. An awesome date. I’m having fun, are you having fun?” I asked and he smiled a bit.

“No, but….” He trails off, looking at his lap and I felt my heart physically ache, my face drooping “peace” he finally said “I feel…at peace, with you around. I noticed it when we were outside earlier, I came out for a smoke cause I was about to absolutely loose it on Syd, and I don’t- I- I can’t do that to her. So I went out and I totally forgot my light and then..you were there and I forgot about everything.” He said.

Goosebumps arise on my skin at the admission, the warmth in my chest returning at full force. “And - I thought about you…all day- all-all day. Not like- god I sound like a creep” he takes his arm, rubbing his face in embarrassment. “I thought about you too.” I reply softly. “I thought about you…a lot. Actually.” I bit my lip and his eyes met mine, searching for truth and it was all he found in my locked gaze.

“Not like- I just couldn’t understand how I felt. But the more I think… I do this thing.” He rubs his chin as he thinks. “Learned it in therapy, they said when you can’t figure out how a person or a situation made you feel, you can like think of people and situations that you do know how you feel about, and keep comparing them until you find a match. S-so when I thought of you.” He swallows thickly and I sit up, completely entrenched in listening to him.

“I found that things that gave me the same feelings w-were like…my one day off a week that I don’t have to be here. I think of…the fucking morning I went to Central Park and watched the sunrise and it was so..so quiet. I think- I think” he presses his lips together. “O-of-of Mikey. Of my brother. He’s dead. But. H-he. He protected me a lot, growin’ up. Helped me out. A lot. I felt like when Mikey was around, it was alright. And that’s how I felt earlier. I’m sorry-“ he shakes his head, putting the recliner down and finishing off his drink.

“Why?” I ask and squeeze his hand “that’s…so, so sweet. You make me feel at peace too, unless you’re angry- but I was worried for you and what happened. I’m so happy I make you feel like that, Carmen. Thank you for sharing, may I hug you?” I ask gently and he looks at me a bit surprised. “Y-yea ‘fcourse c’mere” he opened his arms and I wrapped him in a warm embrace. “The way you make me laugh makes me feel the way my brother did when he made me laugh, we were twins. He died.” I said just above a whisper.

He rests his cheek on the top of my head, rubbing soothing circles in my back as I did for him earlier. “I’m so sorry, what was his name?” He asked, equally as quiet. “Chris, Christopher” I felt my lip quiver, that never dulling ache in my chest throbbing at the memory of him.

“Oh, wow” he whispered “Winnie and Christopher” I felt him smiling on my hair “your parents knew what they were doin’ with names, that’s adorable.” He said and I smiled a bit. “Thank you, can you guess what our nursery was?” I look up at him and he raises his eyebrows.

“Hmm.. let me think. Oh! I know, Dumbo?” He says sarcastically and I laugh, closing my eyes and nuzzling my face in his neck “Silly. Winnie the Pooh, I always said it was my room, because they had a big wall sticker of Winnie and all his animal friends, but not one of Christopher since they couldn’t find one. He hated that” I said and his fingers gently rubbed over the spot of bare skin between my skirt and my top. I feel him chuckle a bit “that’s cute” he said.

“How did Mikey…” I trail off, his fingers stilling. “Shot ‘emself” he said plainly and my hug around his torso tightens “I’m so sorry” I whisper in to his skin. “What about Chris?” He asked and I swallowed thickly. “We got in a motorcycle accident. I still can’t talk about it.” I said as evenly and emotionlessly as I could, if I opened that flood gate there was no shutting it.

“Oh- my god. Wow. I’m so sorry, I’m so glad you’re….” He trails off, realizing the other victim was very much not ok in any sense of the word. I sit up, taking my half full drink off the table and drinking it down in 3 big gulps. “Want another?” He asks and I shake my head, “work tomorrow” I said and he nods, “yeah me too” he muttered rubbing over his face.

“Can I…get your number?” I asked and he nodded sitting up “course you can” he said and took his phone out of his pocket, logged in and opened up a new contact screen, offering it to me. “Only if I can have yours” he said with a small smile. “Of course!!” I took it from him.

Winnie 🍯

I put as the contact name, and type in my number, hitting save before handing it back. I do the same for him on my phone and hand it to him, when it’s returned, I see

Carm🐻

I smile, deleting the emoji and switching it for a 🧸 instead. I show him with a tilt of my wrist “cause your awesome hugs.” I said and smiled, saving it again. He blushes, smiling and shaking his head “I think you’re the one who gives good hugs, you smell like honey and you’re all soft.” He said and I giggle. “I’m glad you like my perfume” I said and pushed my hair behind my shoulders.

“I do, it’s very nice. You live around here?” He asks and I nod “2 blocks that-a-way” I point behind us and he raises his eyebrows. “Really, what street?” He asked “Kensington Ave. The brownstones” I said and he chuckled “No shit. I live in the high rise across the way” he said and my mouth drops. “Wow. Work neighbors, and building neighbors, we’ve never met?” I giggle “you've been avoiding me?” I ask and he chuckles “never, uhh. I’m like never home. I go there to sleep for a few hours, and my days off I…sleep…the whole day usually, I usually get home around 1am and leave at like 4ish, sometimes 5 if I sleep in” I raise my eyebrows in disbelief.

“3 hours of sleep and you wonder why you feel 90? You need to sleep Carmen. You’re gonna have a heart attack.” I said and he chuckled. “If I would only be that lucky'' he joked, taking our empty glasses to the kitchen and I followed him “no- i'm serious, like you’re gonna drive yourself nuts.” I said, leaning on the counter watching him wash the glasses.

“I am already there sweetheart don’t worry, been there- ahh let’s see, 20? Maybe 19. So 7 years of insanity give or take.” He said and I giggled, shaking my head. “You are not nuts. A crazy person couldn’t run a restaurant.” I said and he snorted “that speaking is the mind of someone who doesn’t work in a restaurant. No, you have to be a psycho to do this shit. Especially at the level I do it.” He shuts off the sink, putting the cups on the drying rack and leaning on his elbows on the table mirroring me from across.

“I think you’re very, very passionate.” I brush his curls from his eyes “and that you sometimes get in your own way by not allowing people to help you.. which can make things harder” I said and he smiled, amusedly. “How do you already know so much about me, have you been stalking and avoiding me so I don’t find out?” He teases and I laugh. “Shut up, no. I have not. I dunno… like our souls know each other. That’s how I feel.” I shrug, crossing my hands under my chin and looking at him.

“Hmm” he says. “Do you believe in past lives?” He asks and I nod “for sure. And future ones. I don’t think we can learn everything in one go that our souls need” I shrug and he nods a bit. “We need to talk more about this when I don’t have a pounding headache from being so overtired” he said softly and I pout, “c'mon let’s walk home.” I said and headed back to the office to grab my things.

“I just have to go to the back and get my stuff gimme a few” he said from the kitchen. I waited by the island, shawl back on and bag on my shoulder. When he comes back out, my breath gets caught in my throat. Hes wearing delicious light grey sweatpants, blue Nike sneakers, and a plain white champion hoodie. As he lifted his arms to put his backpack on, the hoodie rode up, revealing his tight, toned stomach, and deep, deep V line. I lick my lips, imagining myself on my knees worshiping his god-like figure and he clears his throat.

I looked up again, realizing he completely caught me red handed checking him out like the hottest new library book and I felt my cheeks heat, giving a shy smile. “Ready?” He asked and I nod “ready” I said meekly, mentally face palming for my lack of discretion. “Y’know it’s not a bad thing to check me out, right? I guess for earlier you can call us even” He asked as we walked down the hallway and I nearly tripped over my own feet at the boldness. “Fuck you” I roll my eyes playfully and he opens the door for me.

“I’m a little tired right now, but for you? Anything. Your place or mine?” He asked and I laughed, slapping his chest playfully “you are a naughty, naughty little boy” I teased, wrapping my arms around his bicep as we walked. “Just letting you know allll the ways this glorious date could end” he said, a smug smirk on his face and I shook my head, looking at the sidewalk.

This was so nice. I usually am needing to check behind me every couple steps, am tensing at every noise or stranger I pass, but with Carmen I feel protected. Secure.

“I’ve never actually been able to enjoy this at night, I’m always looking over my shoulder wondering if I need to get my switchblade out” I chuckle shaking my head. “Switchblade? Damn. Can I see it?” He asks and I nod, digging in my purse and pulling out the pink knife attached with a MyMelody keychain to a can of mace.

I pulled away from him, hopping a few steps ahead. “Everybody watch out! I’m a woman that’s armed and dangerous!!” I giggle, clicking the little button and the hello kitty blade swings out with a click. He laughs, and I faced him, waving it around the air in front of me lightly “what’s so funny huh? I’m menacing Carmen, imagine I mugged you right now with a hello kitty knife” I said, causing him to laugh harder, clutching his stomach.

“Oh my god - please” he snorts in laughter causing me to laugh. “Awww little piggy!!” I teased and he gasps pretending to be offended. “okay! Rude! You better not snort ever or you’ll be the piggy miss” he said making me start laughing again “you are at my mercy right now, sir, have you so easily forgotten?” I gently wave the pewny knife in front of his face.

“Oh you sweet thing. I know you wouldn’t hurt a fly.” He plucks it from my fingers easily, closing it. “Only because I have the strongest little chef in all of Chicago to protect me. My knight in sexy gray sweatpants and a white sweatshirt” I mused, a playful smile dancing on my lips. “Mmm ok we’re getting there. I don’t like the little part, but- we’ll get there” he joked, dropping the knife back in my purse.

“Oh, yeah?” I said, grabbing his arm again as we continued, our buildings come in to view. One of my hands trains down his arm, slinking my fingers to wrap between his. “Mmhmm” he hummed.

I stopped again, standing in front of him and wrapping my arms around his neck loosely, standing on my tip-toes even in my heels to reach his ear. “I think that you know, that I know, you’re the sexiest, most hard working, passionate, gentleman - that I’ve ever had the pleasure of having a chance with. And I also think that you know, I have bratty tendencies, and love pulling your chain because I know it gets you going. You wanna know what I’m 100% sure of, though?” My sultry hot breath caused goosebumps to come up on his neck, his hands wrapping around my waist and squeezing gently. “Was’ that baby” he said softly, his voice laced with desire. I lace my fingers in his hair, gently tugging at his frizzy curls from the day.

“I’m sure that you need a brat. Because what you need, Carmy.” I nibbled at his ear gently. His breath hitches in his throat, biting his lip to silence a soft moan. I wasn’t quite sure where all of this raw confidence and honesty was coming from, likely from the strong drink Carmy had made and my being a lightweight.

“Is to be able to force someone in their place, and have full unrelinquished control over the entire situation. For someone to give themselves to you, be fully yours. To use. To love. To worship. Whatever you desire. Cause you’re a control freak. But that’s sexy, that’s soo sexy. I love a man who knows what he needs” I place a soft, lingering kiss on his racing pulse point.

His hands trail down, cupping my ass before squeezing roughly and I moan softly at the contact. His hands were so strong, so large, but somehow the touch was still lacking confidence. “C-can I” he says softly, “can I kiss you, please?” He whispers. I lift my face to meet his, our noses brushing as I rest my forehead on his, looking into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide from both the dark and lust, the only peak of blue being a tiny sliver.

“That depends,” I said with a smirk adorning my lips, I nuzzle my nose against his gently. “Will you kiss me how you want, Carm? Or how you think I want?” I ask and he licks his lips. “I want to make you happy” he whispers, I twirl a curl at the base of his neck around my finger. “It will make me happy, if you take what you want from me” I whispered.

Before I could blink, his lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily- a war of tongue and lips, my fingers tightening around his hair and tugging smiling proudly when he moaned into my mouth. His hands trail my skirt, lifting it slightly to massage my backside in his hands wantingly. I let him take me, dominate me, own me in that moment, matching his hot feverish kisses as well as the sweet, gentle ones. We only broke apart to breathe, our chests rising and falling at an equal rapid pace. His lips were slick from our kiss, swollen from the rough encounter. He was beautiful.

The only sound was the infrequent car passing, or the sound of the crickets that had made their homes in the small patches of grass on the side of the sidewalk that housed the trees.

“I want you to come to family”

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Taking the Mikaelsons to a Concert

IK a bitch was gone, but a bitch is back… sparingly. I been on tumblr doing my shit but ummm I started this shit while in highschool like sophomore year… It’s been a year since I graduated college…. Anyway, fuck it we ball bc someone needs ot get this shit wet first with the Mikaelson’s… shout out to @starlightandfairies @wholoveseggs @klausysworld for holding it down. I love everyones work, y'all be feeding the fandom

If it’s snowin’ I ain’t going… leggo (once again, I write this for niggas. Mwah, to freedom)

So primarily I feel like the Mikaelsons would all be down to going to a concert, I mean Nicki, Doja, Lil Nas X, Mariah the Scientist, Chloe Bailey, Drake, Jhene Aiko, Victoria Monet, the Weekend, Kendrick Lamar, Travis Scott--- you get the point. You are the object of their desires and affections so they’ll go…. But what will ensue???

KLAUS

For nosey bitches in the back I got y’all…. This is Klaus finally biting the bullet and taking you to a Nicki concert, the Pink Friday 2 tour!

First, it would take hella time to even get him to go, this man is busy running lives, making hybrids, acting like he a real active party in whatever council shit he bullied his way into in New Orleans, and like running Rebekah’s love life…. He be busy

He probably feels like he should take you out for something, so he asks you what you want. Anything your heart wants he’ll give it no problem: private helicopter tour of NYC, a week in Brazil, couples massage, hell even go see puffins up in Iceland. But you know what your bitch ass asks for?

To see Onika Tanya Maraj…. As you should

This man is staring at you like “Love… who is that?” And you look at him and tell him “Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki the Ninja, Nicki the Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie…. Have you not learned????” And he just stares at you in amusement like ‘it’s no Mozart, you modern women have such…. Vulgar tastes… but I will endorse this, for you my love”

Wait till he gets there AHAHAHAAAAA

You’re pulled up in all your glory, pink everything, sunnies on, gloss on, heels as big as his dick… And you know I don’t think Klaus would ever let you put him in pink spandex. But I think he’ll allow like a shirt of Nicki’s face on him, and like maybe a barbie chain on his neck… He’s a hybrid, he can’t be seen out like this (you def sent photos to the rest of the family of this).

I feel like Klaus would be chill af with the crowds and shit, until bitches start getting rowdy when Roman comes on stage. I feel like he’ll just be vibing, but mostly looking at you as you lose your shit

“A 100 MUTHAFUCKA CAN’T TELL ME NOTHING, I BEEZ IN THE TRAP”... bby chill, you’ll sweat that wig off and it’ll slip back. But deadass, it’s like another beast when she comes out and it activates something in you. Like the regular old human that Klaus knew of is gone, and is replaces by a bad bitch that would definitely put her shoe on his neck and he likes that

Funny enough, there is one song that Klaus would know all the words to… Moment for Life-- HEAR MY OUT, DAMN. Ok, the song is about literally getting everything you want and being at a point where no one can touch you or even fathom to be at your height of success or clout. Klaus Mikaelson gets whatever he wants, no one touches him-- or if they do, they won’t live long enough to tell the tale. King shit, so imagine your surprise when you hear this man over everyone else singing along and being into it

Yeah, did that shit. “What I tell 'em hoes? Bow, bow, bow to me, drop down to ya knees” Drake type man…. And towards the end just reminisce of all the people, woman, children, and villages he pillaged to get where he is now… mentally deranged, having a god complex and inferiority complex at the same damn time, and daddy issues while treating his siblings like his own dad LMFAOOOO

Good luck Klaus whores

And then when she starts bringing in old shit like the songs with Sean Kingston or Gyptian…. Oh boy, I know that man is catching a whine as you yell at him “YOU’RE SO PRETTY AND YOU’RE NICE YUH DUN KNO SEH NICKI AS YO WIFE” Ik you bitches telling Klaus exactly that and putting emphasis on wife bc where tf this Icelandic viking silverback think he going????

But as the show goes on, it’s a cute experience between you two as you guys kinda switch roles and you get to be super unhinged and rock out with the other people there and go bar for bar. Like you couldn’t fuck Michael Kors if you was FUCKIN’ Michael Kors

dabs sweat off my forehead

He’s happy to take you home and baby you when you come from the energy drop, but he will be wondering were that energy comes from bc you ain’t putting all that work in when he fucks you soooooo

REBEKAH

Ok so for this one…. Give me a Lil Nas X, Doja Cat, and Rico Nasty ass collab in a concert (bc that’s my dream lineup and y’all can take all my money). I feel like Rebekah needs the girl power and the gays for this so let me cook

I deadass feel you wouldn’t need to convince her of shit, she’d be the one to ask if you wanted to go because she’s heard some of their songs via you jamming in the bathroom and just booked tickets as soon as you said yes. Hey, it’s to make you happy and you deserved to be pampered-- and she’s trying to get in her modern experiences since she was in a box for a long ass time

1st song is Montero, it has to be she definitely wants to fucked out from the jet lag and becoming part of the mile high club-- it’s her thing. Plus she loves the glitter and probably being two glitter gay/bi/whatever floats your boat people that are dressed in matching outfits, but different color combos. Titties are out, and y’all are sprayed down in glitter

Then after that I feel like it would be Rico Nasty coming in hot with “SLAP A BITCH” and I know you and Rebekah felt this song on a spiritual level, so it’s both you screaming in each others faces while she has her arms wrapped around you bc she loves love.

Then it pops off with “STFU” bc a lot fo y’all hoes needs to take a seat and shut the fuck up when big bitches are in the room… anyways, personal issues. A lot of y’all do not need a mic and are not the big titty bitches y’all make yourself out to be… and take the mics away from podcast men, please. I BEG

But anyways, it’s really a whole anthem to all the rock/rap alt girlies out here. Rebekah isn’t used to the music, but she can get buck wild to it, especially when it comes down to Doja and RIco when they interchange with “Swamp Bitches”.... That’s my shit ngl

Nah bc opening a verse with “I WISH DEATH ON ALL YOU BITCHES” was insane… love you Rico <3 That song makes you wanna fight ever bitch in the state that ever did you wrong, every bitch working at goodwill that couldn’t take your brothers army discount bc you wasn’t personally in the army, the wack ass bitch at the post office that didn’t want to work there that day, and that grandma down the block that keep eyeing you and telling you that you ain’t hot shit… she wasn’t even hot shit when Project C hit the neighborhood and niggas were getting sprayed with hoses

Anyways

I truly feel like she’d appreciate the girl time with you, and just to be, and have her shit out and have fun. It’s what she deserves

KOL

THERE IS NO HEAR ME OUT YOU WILL LISTEN: NF

I know I been on the black artists wave, but for the niggas that really be feeling shit NF just knows and I feel like with Kols past of always being the forgotten sibling, not being i the pack of “always and forever”, dying all the fucking time, and getting treated like shit by everyone else unless they need to minute magical thing that’s super important he’s left in the dark

He is the most self-aware sibling out of everyone out this fuck ass family. And I feel for him honestly, being the black sheep, being the outcast. Being able to use your magic when you were a witch and then all of a sudden you can’t do that shit anymore because you’re dumb ass mom wants to make y’all fucking vampires and freaks of nature and then wants to kill you, like it was your fault in the first place? Shit was really whack.

Like he calls his family and siblings out for having a para social relationship that is super into emotional and measurements, and having no boundaries whatsoever, killing other peoples lovers, putting them in coffins just so Klaus doesn’t feel like he’s losing his siblings because he can always take them whenever he goes. But they’re still in a box, they’re not living life they’re not being happy. And that just shows how much class is really his daddy‘s son, even though his dad really isn’t his dad because his mom cheated on, her husband with a werewolf. And Kol clocks all of that.

So I feel that he would really vibe with NF, I really do. Therapy session, intro, hope, all of those songs the whole album really would have him crying in your arms at sometime around midnight when he just came over to listen to some tunes and have a good time, and I feel like you introduce NF to him. He gets hugged, and he knows that NF is speaking about his life someway somehow and it just really hits him and he just cries in your arms for that time

I don’t care how corny you think this man is, this is real music and he writes about things that are real, and that happens to him. The song mansion is legitimately about Kol’s life with being being abandoned and abused by his own family, and his own father, as class was taking most of the beatings, he still had to watch all of that. But being the middle child that he was, he just was overlooked, and that probably speaks as to why he acted out and didn’t get any of attention that he deserves.

And I feel that as Kol gets into a relationship relationship with you, you being his black queen, because I know that man was up in Hady for some reason helping him with the revolution. He just doesn’t give a fuck does what he wants to do so it makes sense why he would be with the black woman because it’s just everything, they are on earthly, they are Wisdom and magic and chest seal combined into a specific human type. And I love this for them, I love this for me.

But anyways, back to the subject at hand. I feel like you, dear reader, would surprise Kol with NF tickets because he’s been wanting to go for a long time, and you guys went dress up any fancy just probably black, cute little combat, boots and things like that. And then just head to the show. But as soon as the show starts, he probably starts off with one of his hard hitters. I’m imagining either therapy session, or mansion to really get the tears going. And it’s really just the two of you standing side-by-side, maybe even hand and hand shouting every single lyric word for word, and just letting out all the shadow work and trauma, that you two have built up over the past couple years, granted Kol is Literally hundreds of years old, and you’re probably someone your 20s or 30s. But trauma is trauma and y’all need to deal with that.

Bc deadass, these lyrics are Kol: “What's my definition of success? Listening to what your heart says. Standing up for what you know is. Right, while everybody else is” because in every single episode, when Kol says not to mess with some dumb shit that causes about to fucking do everyone else ignores him, even Elijah, and they fuck around and find out, and they all of a sudden need help. And then complain like no one told them exactly what the fuck was going to happen in the first place. This man is always right, and he needs people to listen more to him. He’s been listening to what his heart says, he’s been going out and meeting new people and trying to live a life that he would really be proud of. Even though he’s very much unhinged and still acts out because he wants to be king of the world and wants to have some form of control like Klaus has because he knows that he can never get away from Klaus.

And then, when I feel like it’s towards the end of the show, and NF finally drops, hope, I feel like that’s when Kol really starts to let go of things a little bit, and really start listening to lyrics and make a promise to himself with like, maybe fighting against his dark side, a little bit of all the things that he’s known, and then just digging himself a deeper hole. He wants to actually get better for you, and for himself to have a healthy relationship. Because he’s never had that in his life, and you’re just not a play thing to him at all.

“Thirty years of running, thirty years of searching. Thirty years of hurting, thirty years of pain. Thirty years of fearful, thirty years of anger. Thirty years of empty, thirty years of shame. Thirty years of broken, thirty years of anguish…. I’m taking the reins” so it’s really just him taking the reins of his life, and just making it better than whatever it actually was. And I hope that can be therapy, I really do. But this whole concert experience would really just be a gigantic therapy session for Cole, but also having fun with you because there’s no one else that he would let see that vulnerable and that lively and have his whole façade slip down like that besides you.

But he’d be a Drake fan, Travis Scott, and probably XXXtentacion… he’s still a menace, but he’s a healed menace…. well, healing.

ELIJAH

Here is the black womans whore himself… and my man *does the debby ryan*

I know that Elijah appreciates music in general, that man literally writes his own concertos, plays the piano, plays the violin. He is classically trained. And I expect nothing less. Honestly, he really is him. And he is also still very much worse than Klaus, even though he would like to believe that he is not.

Honestly, I don’t think you would really have to introduce Elijah to rap or hip-hop music. I feel like he would already be in Erykah Badu fan, probably really like the Beastie Boys, was into old school, underground in New York, hip-hop and rap. He was probably there, underground, too, for shits and giggles when he wanted a break. So no, I don’t think you would have to introduce him to hip-hop, maybe to a couple artists and everything. But, that doesn’t need help with that department

I feel like Elijah would definitely be a Kendrick, Lamar, J. Cole fan in the rap game and even Lil Wayne too. But I want to get into some good old Tom foolery before I say my crème de la crème.

With the whole Kendrick, J. Cole and Drake beef, that’s happening, I don’t think that Elijah would ever take any sides. But I do feel like he would definitely keep up with the news, even though you wouldn’t expect them to, with the whole suit and everything.

To start off, I feel like you being the reader would bring up the whole rap beef thing to Elijah. Since two weeks ago, you already brought up the Megan Thee Stallion versus Nicki Minaj rap beef that was happening. And now, this time it is Kendrick versus everyone, fuck the big three it’s just big me nigga BUM

And I feel like it would be brought up during lunch or something since you guys have lunch together, and you’re just giving him the whole play-by-play and then letting him listen to the song. And I feel like you need to play a couple times for him, so he really gets to like listen to lyrics and understand because one thing about it is…. Metro dissed everyone in morse code

NAHHHHH CUZ YALL NOT HEARING HIMMMM BEEP BEEP BOOP NIGGA

Mans said “BUM” with his chest

Like I know, J. Cole was on his bike on his way to the studio. As soon as he heard what Kendrick Lamar said, but then again, he could also not be doing anything because he’s not the type to just be on Rappy just to get some shit going you know?

But anyways, I feel like Elijah would totally indulge in this, and he would write down a whole play-by-play with what everything means because the power money and respect? “Sweetheart, Drake is the money, Jermaine Coke is the respect, and Kendrick is the power….” I can fully foresee that man giving you a dissertation on every single line and lyric and how it is a jab at every single one of them, and the meaning is behind it. You got not only a history professor, but one of the great literary investigators of all time for no reason.

I feel like Elijah is low-key. Also waiting for Drake and J. Cole to respond to what Kendrick said about them. And he’s so messy, for he really is, because he acts all high and mighty but he’s really waiting for the gossip about what people about to say

But moving along from the rat beef, I really do feel like this man would be a Lil Wayne fan because Lil Wayne was setting a standard early in the 2000s and probably even before then about how he really is one of the best rappers out there. Like, no one else was doing it like him and no one else doesn’t like him, and will never do it like him. You would catch yourself humming to a Lil Wayne, and I feel like that man would pick it up instantly, and just go bar for bar on whatever humming note that you were on and it’s amazing, but it seems so out of character for him, but it’s really not.

Because this concert is going to be one hell of a trip because first and foremost he is not going there with a suit on, you’re going to have to get this man to be casual. Which shouldn’t be hard because he loves you, you’re his little chocolate drop, pumpkin. But putting this man in a leather jacket and some jeans and whatever shoes that are comfortable for him to wear at this concert is gonna be one thing. Fighting off other bitches while in the crowd is going to be another thing entirely as well.

But listening to him, actually let lose for the good two hours that you’ll be there at the concert screaming at your lungs, and listening to this man stay on rhythm beat and have actual breath control when he’s going for a speed to is going to be insane in mind melting

Let’s be honest, you wanna fuck this man on the regular basis just because he’s him. But you’re telling me that he’s cultured and he can wrap and knows what the fuck he’s talking about?

Coochie hours have been extended

And it gets even worse when he knows that this turns you on so anytime that you turn back to look at him he’s already looking at you, wrapping the verse with little to no effort and giving you those bad eyes because he just knows. He knows what he’s doing to you and you have no Other choice but to either look away or to hold eye contact because we both know this is gonna end up messy when you guys get back to the Airbnb or hotel room

“I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper" So I let her lick the rapper”, and this mans eyes are dead set on you and his gives the lip bite… Yeah yeah… time for me to gooooo

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dirtysvthoughts · 1 year

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congrats on 100 followers!! next time you blink it’ll be 1000 haha! 💞

for your timestamp drabble event:

38 + 126 + woozi and idk if this is too much to ask but could he be a bit of a loser…? like 0 bitches whatsoever so he doesn’t really know how to act when someone shows interest in him lol 😭

dirtysvthoughts hits 100 followers!

a/n: thanks anon! y’all are so sweet omg 🥹 this was my first time writing a bitchless pov, so pardon if its not the best 😭😩 😈 0 bitches really sent me LMAOOO i hope y’all are ready!

tags: bitchless! jihoon, female! reader, non-romantic relationship, but you both have a mutual attraction for one another, reader is a TEASE, dirty talk, we’re lowkey back to writing filth 🥴

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38. “you want to have sex with me?”

126. “y-you’re not.. w-wearing anything under that are you?”

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“wait, what?” he says from across his studio, completely stopping his work, turning his chair to face you.

“i mean you’ve been on my mind for a while.”

“s-so what does that mean?”

“it means i like you, jihoon.. but you probably hear that a lot anyway..” he shyly smiles as he runs his fingers through his hair, blushing inside at your words.

“well, not as direct as you,” he whispers at a level that you can hear.

you smirk as you get up from your seat and walk sultry towards him. as you get up, he can’t help but notice how hot you looked in your short black skirt and tiny little crop.

“goddamn,” he thinks to himself. “how is she so fucking sexy right now?” he tries to avoid letting the growing tent in his jeans show, but it might already be too late. he blushes as you get closer, fidgeting with them hem of his shirt.

you place your legs on opposite sides of his and you slowly place your crotch on his clothed dick. you moan loudly at the feeling as you lean further into his touch, hands roaming across chest, mentally foaming at the mouth at how broad he is.

“y-you’re not… w-wearing anything under that are you?” you bite your lip as you look into his eyes, subtly grinding yourself on his lap. “these panties feel like nothing, i feel like i could leave a spot on your jeans with how wet i’m getting..” you breathlessly laugh as you leave a hickey on his neck. “god, you’re so fucking sexy, i just want you to take me down..”

jihoon has no idea where to put his hands. does he put his hands your boobs? but then your ass looks so good in this skirt, so maybe your ass? but he wants to hold you by your hips so he can guide you on him. he decides to put them on your hips, going up and down your legs as you continue to grind down on him.

you’re so lost in your own pleasure that you almost don’t realize the new feeling in your core. jihoon puts two fingers into you and you grab his shoulders as your body adjusts to the sensation.

“g-god, f-fuck, ji-jihoon! oh my god, m-more please!!” you beg for him. he continues his pace until you come undone all over his jeans, knowing for sure that a wet spot would be left.

“wow, i- don’t even know what to say,” jihoon laughs as he runs his fingers through your hair. you sit in silence for a few seconds, finally breaking the silence to fulfill your desires.

“jihoon?”

“yeah?”

“you wanna have sex? i’ve never wanted someone as bad as i do now. fuck jihoon, how are you so hot?”

“y-you want to have sex? with me?”

“i need you jihoon,” you say as you take of your top, now topless in front of him. he can’t help but groan at your half-nakedness, wanting to see more of you.

“do you want me too?”

#seventeen smut #seventeen imagine #seventeen imagines #svt smut #svt imagines #seventeen x reader #woozi smut #jihoon smut #woozi imagines #woozi imagine #dsvtt: answered asks

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harryhops · 1 year

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Mine.

Summary: Henry thinks you are a very beautiful woman, and doesn't think you're spoken for. Joel has to show him just who you belong too.

Rating: M

Word Count: 2.3k

Content: 18+ content Minors DNI, possessive Joel, rough smut, unprotected PnV, a smidge of dirty talk, oral (female receiving), etc.

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They enter an apartment building, and let Henry lead the way.

“Through this door,” he calls out to them.

“Are you sure it’s safe being so close to them?” Joel asked.

Henry nods but doesn’t give a verbal answer. He unlocks the door and heads inside, beckoning for the others to follow. It looks like an office.

“Welcome to my office,” Henry says as he closes the door behind everyone.

Ellie looks around, “How long have you guys been holed up in here?”

Sam is quick to answer her, “A few days. We found a bit of food though. Here.” He walks off with Ellie to show her. Leaving Henry, you, and Joel in the room.

“Why haven’t you left?” Joel asked.

“Been waiting for the right opportunity man.”

“And?”

You watch the conversation between the two men, feeling the frustration off both.

Henry clicks his tongue, “Here, check this out,” he walks to a broken window and points. Joel follows to see. Multiple armed hunters at a checkpoint, “Loot at these sons of bitches. Every day they congregate down there. Guarding that damn bridge. Come nighttime, it’s down a skeleton crew. After sunset, that’s our window. With most of them gone, sneak right part them.”

Joel nods his head at the kids plan but you are the one to respond, “That could work.”

“Oh, it’ll work sweetheart. It’ll definitely work,” Joel glares at him for the pet name he called you.

You don't react to the name, you just step back and walk away from the window.

Joel and Henry head back into the main room, Joel sits down in one of the chairs, “So where were you headin’?

Henry grabs another chair and pulls it towards where Joel was sitting, “Heard the fireflies are out west somewhere. We’re gonna join up with them.”

Joel shakes his head as he chuckles, “Yeah.”

You walk away from the pair and quietly looks out the covered windows.

“Something funny?”

Joel shrugs, “Just seems like there’s a lot of people putting their stock on the fireflies these days.”

Henry nods, “Yeah, maybe there’s a reason for that.”

Joel starts to get snippy, “So you don’t know where they are and you’re just gonna drag him around the country to find em’?”

“I tell you what,” Henry scoots to the edge of his seat to try and intimidate Joel, “how about I worry about my brother, and you worry about your girl Ellie?” Only addressing one of them.

“Girls,” Joel growls out, “They’re both mine to worry about.”

You see how tense Joel is from your spot and quickly walk over to them, “What’s going on?”

Henry is quick to drop his glare before turning to the pretty woman, “I was just about to show Joel the plan,” he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a map, “This is us,” he points to a spot on the map, “There’s an abandoned military radio station just outside the city. If y’all wanna join us, it goes down tonight.”

“I guess we best rest up then,” he stands and stalks into a different room.

You watch him close the door behind him, but not before you both make eye contact, his eyes telling you that you better be in that room with him in the next few minutes.

“Is he always that grumpy?”

You look down at Henry, who’s still sitting, “You get used to it.”

Henry puts on a sly smile, “Can’t imagine someone as pretty as you putting up with someone like him.”

Joel heard what he said from the room, even with the door closed. He’s listening in to their conversation, and just about stalked back out there to beat the shit out of him again.

You're taken back about how he was speaking about Joel, so you lean down and put on an almost scary smile, “You think a boy like you could handle a woman like me?” Henry’s smile fades, but you continue, “Joel is more man enough to please me...more than you ever could.”

Joel smirks as he leans his head against the wall, ‘That’s my fuckin’ girl.’

You swagger off and make sure Ellie was okay. Ellie was already asleep on the couch that her and Sam shared. You shrugged your flannel off to place it over Ellie’s small frame. Then walk towards the door that Joel walked through and softly knocks, the door then opens with a crack. You open the door and walks inside, closing it behind you.

In the small room was a couch and a bare desk. Joel was half sitting on the desk when you walked in.

“Hi,” You says softly as you begin taking your harness off your body. Joel watches your movements with soft eyes, he stands up to help you take off the complicated harness. Dragging his fingers across your skin every chance he gets.

“You okay?” You ask as you sets your harness on the office chair, reaching for his face. Joel leans into your soft hands, setting his hands on your waist to pull you into him.

Joel hums while placing his lips on yours, shivers go up your spine. You stands on your tiptoes to reach his lips better, he notices and sets himself against the desk again. The kiss begins to get more heated, Joel’s hands wander your body, grabbing and squeezing at your plump ass. Joel turns you to sit you on top of the desk, both panting.

He leans himself into you, kissing your neck. Your hands shot to Joel’s hair, slightly tugging when his teeth sink into your neck slightly.

“Joel,” You softly moan.

“Yes baby?” Joel says against your neck, dragging his nose down the soft skin.

“Do you think we should be doing this here? With the others in the next room?” you say in a hushed voice.

Joel takes his head out of your neck and looks at you with dark eyes, “I guess that means you should keep quiet then if you don’t want them to hear.”

Your cunt clenches at his tone, slightly squirming under his gaze you nod your head. Joel leans in to kiss you softly one more time before reaching for the button of your jeans. He takes them off you, your panties following them. Joel sucks in a breath when he parts your legs, slick glistening.

“Already? I’ve barely even touched you baby.”

You softly whine as you leans back on the desk, reaching down to take your tank top off along with your bra. Joel slides a hand up your body to grip one of your soft breasts, he squeezes before lightly slapping it. He grips your thighs slightly pulling you towards the edge so that he could bend down and give your clit a single hard suck, causing you to let out a small squeal.

“Shh shh,” he tells you, “Be a good girl and stay quiet. Can you do that for me baby? Can you be quiet for daddy?”

Your mouth falls open at the name, Joel continues, “Yeah? Heard you in there talking to that boy, about how I’m man enough for you. Man enough to please you. Is daddy man enough for you baby?”

Your eyes roll back as he talks in your ear, caressing your body in the process. A hand comes down and smacks the side of your ass, causing you to jump, “Answer daddy when he’s talking to you sweetheart.”

You nod your head, “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Joel looks at you with dark lustful eyes.

“Yes daddy.”

Joel’s cock twitches at the words, very hard beneath his jeans. He takes a step back to take his shirt off, as well as unbuckling his belt and jeans. You prop yourself up with your hands to watch him. You looks so damn sexy right now to Joel, bare and glistening for him. Joel gets down to his knees and wraps your thighs around his head.

“Oh Joel!” You moan out as he flicks his tongue around your clit, stuffing his face into your pussy as far as possible. He smacks your ass again at the sound of his actual name.

“That’s not my name baby, you know what it is.”

You whimper, “m’ sorry daddy.”

Joel’s cock is throbbing at the sight of you, he continues to lick and suck at your clit. He wants more, he wants more of you, “You gonna let daddy fuck your pussy baby?”

You clench around nothing at the thought, “Oh yes, yes please. Please.”

Joel jumps up at your words, wrapping your legs around him. He takes the head of his cock to drag it through your folds, lubing up his cock. He pushes in slowly, you both choking out a sigh at the feeling. He’s flushed against you now, leaning his head against yours, buried deep into you. Joel can hear his heart pounding in his ears, cock throbbing, quick panting. He’s surprised he’s not having a heart attack with just how good he’s feeling inside of you.

He slowly drags his cock back out of you to just the tip and slowly thrusts back in, warming you up to the size of him. Your gasping out at each thrust, choking out soft moans.

“God damn,” Joel mutters as he picks up the pace, skin smacking slightly echos in the small room, “God fucking damn.”

You're a blubbering mess, trying to be quiet led to smothered moans and gasps of air. The feeling of his cock dragging back and forth between your walls is too much to be kept silent. He puts his thumb against your clit, rubbing circles against it, wanting to drag an orgasm from you.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum,” You say as you start to slightly drool. Your body racks and shivers when you do. Joel threw a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

Joel pulls out of you, and you whine from the sensitivity. He takes you off the desk and onto the couch, he sets himself down with you on top of him.

“Ride daddy baby,” Joel says to you as he spanks your ass lightly. He aligns himself back at your entrance.

You are quick to oblige, bouncing slightly to find a rhythm. You moan out quietly, letting out a loud one every now and then. Joel has to shush you lightly when you do. He doesn’t want the kids to know what y'all are doing, but he doesn’t give a single fuck if Henry does.

“You feel so damn good,” Joel tells you, he put his hands under your ass to bounce you harder on his dick, “That kid wouldn’t know even the slightest on how to please you, you hear me?” Joel’s possessiveness is showing.

Joel then lifts you off him and stands. Turning you and bending you over the desk, he slams back into you with a swift thrust, causing you to moan out loudly. You put your face into the crook of your arm, slightly biting down on the skin. Joel’s pace is relentless, his grip on you is also unbreaking.

He leans down, pressing his front to your back, slightly pulling on your ear with his teeth, “You’re mine,” he tells you, hitting that deep spot inside of you.

You wanted to scream out, but all you could do was cry into your arm at how good it was. Another orgasm was about to make an appearance, and Joel could feel it. The way you clamped down on him and just how much tighter you got. He can feel himself getting there, so he reaches down to your clit to get you there faster. He places a hand on your shoulder to get a better grip as he slams into you with each thrust.

“C’mon baby, I can feel you gettin' there.”

You had tears running down your face, drool falling out of the side of your mouth. You cum again, crying out as you do. Joel pulls out at the feeling of your orgasm, you clamping down on him and soaking his cock. Ropes of white shoot in all different directions, painting your back.

You both pant, Joel looks around for something to clean you off with. He comes up short, “Hold on darlin’, I need to find something for you.” He puts his jeans back on as well as his shirt, he turns back to look at you and can’t help but feel smug as he looks at his cum dripping off your back.

“Hurry up cowpoke,” you shoots him a playful glare.

Joel smirks and winks at you as he steps out of the room. His chest is puffed out and filled with pride as he swaggers out into the main room. Henry lays on the couch and seems to be asleep but Joel ain’t no idiot. His breathing is uneven, and Joel saw him peeking his eye when he thought Joel wasn’t looking. Henry heard everything and boy did that make Joel happy as can be.

Joel being the smug asshole he is, “You got a rag or somethin’?”

Henry tried to act asleep.

“Kid I know you ain’t asleep,” Joel says as he smirks and puts his hands on his hips.

Henry clears his throat, without opening his eyes, and says, “There should be a few hand rags over there.” He points towards their supplies.

Joel walks over and picks up a few of the rags before walking back to the room you were in, “Appreciate it kid.”

#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #ellie williams #joel tlou

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prodigal-upsiders · 1 year

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the battle jacket / letterman jacket swap is too good to pass up y’all have a snippet

“Yeah, wait a second,” Eddie says. That corner of his mouth stays ticked up even as his eyes narrow at Steve. “Where’s my vest, Harrington? That was a loan, you know—if you’re gonna go back to your little polos already, I’m gonna need it back.”

“Sure, it’ll look great with your cute little hospital getup,” Steve snarks back, gesturing up and down at Eddie’s mint-green gown.

“Fuck off, I think I look good for a recently-dead guy,” Eddie grins.

Luckily for the dregs of Steve’s dignity, the kids come barreling back into the room before he has to reply, and Eddie shuts up about how he almost died, and Steve tries really hard not to think about how yeah, he does look really good.

And the thing is… well, it’s not that he doesn’t know where Eddie’s vest is. Of course he kept it, kept track of it around his house as he stole moments in the aftermath of the apocalypse to wash it by hand, painstakingly soak the bloodstains out with peroxide, fix as much of the damage as he could. Just brush his fingertips against it at the end of the day, first hoping, then knowing that he could give it back someday.

So it’s not that he doesn’t know where the vest is. It’s just that he’s been keeping it draped over the back of his desk chair in his bedroom, somewhere he can see it when he wakes up in the middle of the night, somewhere it’s safe and accounted for. It also happens to be the spot he used to drape his letterman jacket, and now he can’t get Dustin’s shrill voice out of his head telling him what a big deal it is that Eddie gave that vest to him at all, and…

Honestly, Steve can’t really put his finger on any one reason that he does it. All he knows is that yeah he’ll give Eddie his vest back eventually, but the next day he strolls into his room at the hospital and tosses his own letterman jacket across Eddie’s knees instead.

“For your modesty, or whatever,” he smirks, and Eddie wheezes out a laugh and throws an ice chip at his head.

#the upsiders au #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #i have so many scenes in my head of them being just. so dumb at each other #while eddie's recovering #this is one of many #no context we die like writers with ADHD

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elysianeclipxe · 1 year

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Sorry, but chan with kids is just ncjbufanob MY HEART

Okay, so I was listening to something a while back and instantly came up with the idea of chan reading to kids and just being the cutest with them. Maybe him being a volunteer at a daycare or something. Y’all remember that episode of inside seventeen about the 2021 online concert they did, right? That doremi concept with the mini doremiz. I have been watching that on repeat

Brainrot #1 - chan is great with kids

Just imagine this, you and your boyfriend chan walk into the daycare centre ready to apply because it’s a quick side job to do after college classes plus the payment isn’t too bad. While you’re signing some documents or your length contract as a volunteer you lean your head to peek at the children in the other room, but you just instantly see HIM. So fucking cute omg. Him just playing along to some kids magic trick and genuinely looking amazed by the beginner magic. I’ll just say it now but all of the kids love him, like his name is called every 5 seconds by another kid wanting him to play with them. You’re both accepted as the new volunteers and told to either observe or learn hands on how to take care of the children for the day since y’all start next week. You decide to just observe and obviously chan is doing it hands on. A couple of the children approach you and sit around you asking you all these questions. You just get so consumed conversing with the little ones that you forget to check how he’s doing with the other kids.

You look over at him and find him already looking at you. HIM LOOKING AT YOU WITH SO MUCH LOVE IN HIS EYES. So you blush and send a wave over to which he grins in response. ANYWAY, he hangs around with the kids even more and even dances with them when they want to. He looks so hyped, damn cute just vibing with them kids. He honestly is just a bigger version of a child, he’s adorable. They’re hyper, he’s hyper, at that point all the older workers are just chuckling at how well he gets along with the children even if it’s his first time meeting them. When did you get such a cute boyfriend? This job should have contained a warning that if you apply with your significant other and watch them with kids it might just be too sweet for your heart to handle!!!!

I haven’t even gotten to my favourite part which is… READING TIME!!!!!! THIS IS WHAT I THOUGHT OF SO SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME RANT ABOUT IT!!! It’s nearing the evening and he decides that it’s time for reading time so when the children’s parents pick them up they’ll be tired and sleep quicker. He gathers all the children by the reading corner and picks out a classic storybook and reads it to the kids. He makes sure to add emotion into his voice and emphasise on the scary/sad parts. The type to make sound effects, like if he were reading The Three Little Pigs then he’d probably go, “so he Huffed, and Puffed, and BLEW THE HOUSE DOWN” whilst making a loud blowing sound that has the children whining on how the big bad wolf blew another house down. He made sure to interact with the little ones as he read the story, it’s like a cute interactive experience for them. The children are pretty sleepy after chan finishes his story, right on time for the parents to pick up their children. You both walk home and he totally goes on about how fun today was and how he can’t wait till next week… He’s especially excited to see how you deal with the kids, since maybe it’ll come in handy for you both in the future hehe

can y'all guess who my bias is? it's dino, duh. also yes, i am a carat and yes, i do write for kpop groups as well.. but only the ones i stan since i'm familiar with them. i hope this turned out well but tbh this is more for me to openly simp over HIM. also i feel like i should write something like this for the other doremi members... it's only fair, right <33

#astrid writes🌸#seventeen x reader #seventeen #seventeen dino #dino #lee chan #dino x reader #chan x reader #seventeen drabbles #dino fluff #seventeen imagines #dino imagines #brainrot #HE IS SO CUTE OMFG #PLEASE MY HEART IS GETTING ALL MUSHY FROM THIS #😍😍😍

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eddies-perm · 2 years

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𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

(a/n) the writers block is real, y’all 🙃 I’m trying, I promise.

warnings. smut!!, some fluff & humor, wearing eddie’s boxers cause it turns him on, grinding/dry humping, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie. no use of y/n.

word count: 1.5k

** eddie loves seeing you in his things. so when he comes home and sees you in only your bra and a pair of his boxers...he’s suddenly in need of some relief. **

Eddie loves seeing you in his things. Doesn’t matter what it is. His Hellfire shirt or his jean jacket, one of his rings...he loves it all.

So when he comes home from a long shift at the gas station and finds you not only cooking a late dinner for him, but you’re doing it in a bra and a pair of his boxers...he gets hard almost instantly.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You say with a soft grin, not turning around but feeling his hungry gaze on you.

He clears his throat softly, realizing that he’s been gawking. His cheeks warm.

“Sorry, I -- wait, can I actually take a picture?”

You look over at him, laughing. “You’re a weirdo.”

“Yeah, duh. Soooo...I’ll go get my camera?”

“Oh my god, will you please just come over and give me a kiss?”

He smiles, jogging over and wrapping his arms around your middle. He squeezes you tightly, lips attacking your neck with wet, sloppy kisses. You giggle, squirming in his embrace.

“Eddieeeee!”

“Whaaaat? You wanted a kiss!!” He pouts, turning your head so he can press a kiss to your lips. “There, lame-ass. There’s your kiss.”

You roll your eyes. “I am not a lame-ass. I’m cooking your favorite pasta, so I'd be nice if I were you.”

“Mmm. I can be real nice to you, baby.”

He smirks, reaching around and slipping his hand between your thighs, cupping your cunt. Your ass presses back against him a bit, breath catching in your throat.

“You want that, hm? You want me to be real nice to you?”

“Eds, I’m cooking dinner,” you chuckle. “I mean, yeah, of course I want that, but I--”

“Say no more, I get it.”

Just as you go to let out a soft sigh, he’s pressing against you and grinding his hard-on against your ass. Soft grunts and huffing breathes pour into your ear, and goosebumps have spread over your skin within seconds. He’s teasing you...and it’s already working.

“Edward...” you say firmly, turning around to face him, crossing your arms. “I’m cooking dinner and I have to focus, unless you want me to burn the apartment down.”

He offers you a sweet smile, tilting his head to the side slightly. “You can keep cooking, baby. I’m just using your pretty ass. I’m perfectly okay with waiting till dinner’s done, but I need some stimulation in the meantime. You understand, right?”

You huff, shaking your head, although you can’t help but crack a small smile. “You make it hard to love you sometimes.”

“Damn, you’re so cute when you try to be mad,” Eddie says with a shit-eating smile, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before turning you back around with his hands on your hips, resuming his grinding. “Mm, feels good. You make my shit look so fucking good, love seeing you in my stuff.”

He’s babbling and you’re just trying to focus on this fucking pasta, you really are, but he’s fully hard now and his grinding begins to speed up. His grinding turns into full-on humping within a minute or two. You chew your lip, core aching with need.

Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in...

As soon as the pasta is finished, you turn off the burner and turn around to face him again, reaching up to smash your lips against his while your hands yank his jeans down.

He lets out a soft, drawn-out groan when your hand wraps around him and starts stroking him. You smirk, nipping at his bottom lip.

“You’re a goddamn tease, you know that?”

“I only do it cause I know it works,” he grins, hands grabbing at your ass, pushing you up against the cabinets. “You can’t resist my teasing, princess.”

Before you know it, the elastic waistband of his boxers are suddenly down around your ankles and he’s sliding his fingers through your folds, purposely avoiding directly brushing your sensitive bud.

Your bare ass presses back against the edge of the countertop. It’ll surely leave marks on you later but honestly, you could care less at the moment. You just need him inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he hums, fingertip swirling your clit for a few seconds before pulling away. “My grinding got you this worked up, huh? That’s all it takes, a few minutes of humping your ass and you’re ready to go?”

“Now that just makes me sound like a slut,” you laugh.

He shrugs. “I mean...”

“Hey!” You give his arm a playful smack. “You’re mean.”

Eddie offers you a warm smile, looking down at you with his beautiful chocolate eyes.

“I know.”

His fingers suddenly press up, just barely entering you, and you moan softly, legs spreading out of pure instinct. He smirks, pushing in a liiiiittle further before curling his digits up, pads pressing against your gspot. In no rush, he lazily fingers you, alternating between stroking your sensitive spot and moving in and out.

The lazy and painfully casual nature of his motions is driving you absolutely bonkers, pulling impatient huffs and pathetic little whimpers from your lips. He’s eating it up, of course, only continuing this same relaxed pace with his fingers.

“So impatient, princess,” he leans over, whispering in your ear. “My girl needs to be full all the time, doesn’t she? Needs this pretty pussy filled?”

You nod slightly, eyebrows knitting softly on your forehead. “What can I say? I need you all the time, Eds.”

He smiles, suddenly fingering you quickly.

“Yeah? Maybe I should start bringing you to work. Keep you in the break room all spread open for me, eagerly waiting for my cock or my fingers whenever I feel like giving them to you.”

You moan at his words, grinding down against his hand. “Oh fuck...”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being on display, lips spread open and dripping with my cum? You wanna take all my loads of fucking cum inside, so full you can taste it?”

“Ffuck!” you gasp, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. “I need it, Eddie, I need you...”

He wastes no time pulling out and helping you up on the counter, throwing one leg over his shoulder while lining his weeping head up with your soaked entrance.

When he thrusts in, both of you let out matching moans, heads falling back as you adjust to one another briefly. His hips roll slowly at first, but quickly increase their speed, fucking into you at a rapid pace.

“Fuuuck yeah, such a wet cunt,” he groans. “So fucking tight, mmm, I swear you get tighter every time I fuck you, baby.”

Your toes curl in pleasure, upper back rhythmically being shoved against the kitchen cabinets. That, combined with the lewd slapping of your skin, creates an erotic symphony that only fan the flames of your growing arousal.

“O-Oh fuck, Eddie...shit.” You grip his clothed arms tightly, trying to ground yourself. “Mmm, mmm, getting close already...”

A soft, barely audible whimper falls from his lips and he starts fucking you harder, faster, hoping to bring you to your climax quickly. He’s already close, too, all the teasing and talk suddenly catching up with him.

“Cum for me, b-beautiful. C’mon, coat m’cock in your juices, make i-it drip.”

Your back arches, hips already starting to buck off the counter. You’re right there, so close you can practically taste it...

He squats down a bit, using this new angle to fuck up into you, cock naturally brushing your gspot and that’s what sends you over the edge. A string of moans, groans and swears come along with your climax, words uncontrollably leaving your lips.

Eddie moans, pulling out as soon as you’re finished and begins jerking himself off, tip pointed right outside your newly-fucked hole. You look up at him, chewing the inside of your lip, brain a little fuzzy from your orgasm.

“W-What...”

“Beg,” he breathes, grabbing your jaw suddenly and giving it a light squeeze. “Beg me to put my c-cum inside this filthy cunt.”

You shudder.

“Please,” you whisper. “I w-want you to cum inside me, Eddie. I-I need to be filled, baby, please, I need i-it.”

Your words send him over the edge and he presses only the head of his throbbing cock into you before letting go, ropes of his creamy spend painting your walls. He grunts and gasps softly through the whole thing, rocking his hips slightly with each spurt, eyebrows creased in pleasure.

God, he looks beautiful like this. And you’re the one who did this to him.

He sighs shakily, pulling away a few seconds later, watching a glob of his seed fall onto the kitchen tiles. You sit up on still-shaky arms and pull him down for a sloppy kiss, exhaling through your nose as your lips move together.

You smile up at him when you break the embrace a minute later.

“I really love you, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie’s cheeks warm and his dopey, post-orgasm smile only grows with your words. He kisses you one more time, unable to get enough of you.

“I really love you too, beautiful.”

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shreddedparchment · 2 years

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Perennial Pt.21

Faith

10/06/2022

Pairing: Bucky x Florist!Reader Word Count: 2,420

Warnings: blood, violence, angst, pining, cuteness, language

Featured Flower: None

A/N: I can’t believe I was able to get this one out tonight. It’s highly unedited. Sorry. I’m still in a lot of pain. Lots going on in my life right now but I want to focus on this chapter. If you read it, let me know what you think and if you enjoyed it! What did you like about it? Distract me, y’all. xoxo

After a few days of Bucky’s absence, you’re worried.

Finally, at the end of the week, he sends you a text.

Bucky: Miss me?

You: Duh! Where are you?

Bucky: Sorry, kid. Better to keep that under wraps until things are done.

You: Which will be when?

Bucky: I don’t know.

You: Bucky…

Bucky: I know, sugar. Trust me.

You: Why did Steve ask me for my keys?

Bucky: He and Tony are checking out the apartment to make sure it’s safe. They’re gonna install a security system. Top of the line. No one is getting anywhere near you again without me and the entire Avengers team knowing.

You: Wouldn’t it be easier to just have you with me all the time?

Bucky: I wanna come home, kid. I’m sorry I didn’t text sooner. And I probably won’t be texting with any more frequency. If anything, you might hear from me less.

You: I know. I’m sorry. I’m just stressed. You just got back and now you’re gone again.

You: Kinda feels like I saw you more before we started dating. Maybe we should break up and then I can see you more?

Bucky: …

You: A joke, you grump.

Bucky: Jokes are supposed to be funny.

You: And a new couple is supposed to be happy. I’m just trying to bring some levity to an inescapable situation, okay? You know damn well that now that I have you there’s no way I’m letting you go. Do you know how long I watched you from afar? Wishing?

There’s a pause and you think he might be done texting but then your phone dings again.

Bucky: When I get home, I’m gonna make sure you know how much I miss you.

You: Sap. You threatening to dick me down?

Bucky: Pfft, do you have to say it like that?!

You: lol How else should I say it? I want you all the time.

Bucky: Nowhere near as much as I want you.

You: Wanna bet?

Bucky: Once your place is done, you need to make sure you stay there from now on. It’ll be safer than mine.

You: Fine. But I’m taking your pillow. And some shirts.

Bucky: Take them. Whatever you need.

Bucky: Shit, I gotta go.

You: Okay. Bye.

Bucky: Love you, kid.

You: I love you. Be safe.

~~~~~~~~~~

Two Months Later

“Wow, apparently the corruption went all the way into the royal family,” Kamala exclaims in quiet awe as she watches the TV you’d installed in the corner of the coffee shop.

Normally you have it set to some relaxing music that you know your flowers enjoy just as much as your coffee patrons, but as you’re closing, you give Kamala reign over the remote.

“Is this what Bucky has been doing?” She wonders, turning to look over at you as you finish counting the money in the till.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I haven’t heard from him in three weeks. And honestly, he can’t really tell me anything about what he’s doing. Safety and all that shit.”

Kamala shuts the TV off and moves to put the remote in its spot by the register. She’s smirking, her young face full of amusement as she leans against the counter.

“You miss him lots, huh?” She guesses.

You sigh, realizing that the bitterness you’re feeling at his lack of contact is because you truly do miss him more than you ever thought you could. Even when he’d disappeared you hadn’t missed him like this.

Dating him is making things harder.

“So, I guess that means you have no idea when he’ll be home, huh?” She asks, seemingly already knowing the answer from the tone of her voice.

“Nope. Just gotta wait.” It’s the waiting that’s killing you.

Knowing he’s out there somewhere. Knowing that he’s alive and not calling. Not texting.

And he is alive because you won’t let yourself think anything else.

You can hear Kamala talking as you wrap up the profits for the day and slip it into a deposit bag. She follows you as you place it in the safe in your office and make sure it’s locked securely before shutting off the light and getting your bag.

She’s still chirping away about Steve and her trip to the tower as you’re pulling down the metal shutters of your shop. With a sigh, she takes the keys from you and bends down to lock it for you before placing the keys back in your hand.

“You didn’t hear anything I said, did you?” She asks, not really waiting for an answer because she already knows you weren’t focused.

“I’m sorry,” you shake your head, remorse and worry lacing your slight bitterness from before. “I’m just…I want him home.”

Kamala nods, adjusts her bag, and then reaches out to pat your shoulder.

“I have math homework. Bye, boss.”

You watch her turn on her heel and march–well, almost skip–off into the city. “See ya.”

You stare until she’s a small figure in the distance and just as expected, just as Steve said, you see the glimmer of her power shine for a split second before it zips up into the sky above the tall buildings.

She’s still so young and yet she has that much power. Such a heavy burden for such a young girl. Worse that she doesn’t exactly see her gift like the heavy responsibility that it really is.

You can’t blame her. At her age, you’d have probably been just as excited to stretch your muscles and see what you could do had you been gifted with some type of power.

A strange yearning takes hold in your chest as you turn to head up into your building, wishing that you really had been given powers of some kind. At least then you could be with Bucky when he leaves for this long.

You’re so wrapped up in your missing Bucky that you don’t notice the looming figure resting against the wall beside the elevator doors as you exit on the top floor. Your brain, on some level, notices the shape in your periphery, but you don’t turn until the accented voice calls your name.

You freeze, keys clutched more tightly in your fist and turn to look at the familiar Sokovian.

He looks like shit. His hair is a mess sticking up in several directions and laced with grime and some type of sticky clear substance. His long fur lined coat is frayed and torn, smeared with dirt. His pants are no better. The purple mask clutched in his hand is ripped in several places so that if he were to put it one of his eyes would peek out unobstructed, cheekbone and temple too.

“Where is he?” you gasp, unable to catch your breath as your stomach drops and your chest goes cold.

Zemo swallows, pushes off of the wall and approaches you with surprising calm.

“Come,” he urges you and reaches to take hold of your forearm.

You don’t resist as he pulls you back into the elevator and ride it all the way down to the first floor. He steers you towards the back alley exit, releasing your arm when he’s sure you’ll continue to follow him.

Neither of you speak as your hands grow cold and sweaty. Your neck prickles as dread fills your belly and Zemo continues to stalk through the dark city streets.

It’s probably minutes–though it feels like hours–of walking later when Zemo finally stops in front of a rusted warehouse door, his eyes scanning the area quickly before he ducks inside and you match his urgency and shove into the darkness behind him then round him as he shuts out the dim city lights.

You can hear the dust of the abandoned space shift beneath his heavy boots as he walks around you again and when his hand closes around your forearm again you let him pull you along through the darkness.

Silhouettes of broken crates, old metal lockers, warped metal stairs, and the smell of rust surrounds you. There’s a faint dripping somewhere to your left as you pass an open doorway but inside is more darkness that you only glance at as Zemo leads the way.

The heaviness in the air fills your nostrils, the dustmotes kicked up by your feet tickle your nose and you somehow manage to resist sneezing as Zemo stops again, this time a long vertical silver line shines ahead.

He hesitates then after a moment drags you the rest of the way to the silver line which you realize is light seeping through the crack between two large wooden doors.

He knocks and a shift on the other side blocks out the shine for a second, the outline of a masked figure darkens the space before the doors are pulled open.

“What the hell are you doing?” The aggression in the masked man’s voice makes you bristle but you have no time to be offended by the curl of his lip as he watches Zemo and waits for an explanation.

You’re busy devouring the space behind him, the large expanse and the single metal gurney at the center of the empty warehouse where a dark figure lays too still.

“What I promised,” Zemo says.

You see a shine of dark metal on the gurney and your gasp catches in your throat as your eyes sting painfully. Your feet move on their own, dragging you forward into a run towards the figure but before you can even make it three steps a tight grip takes hold on your upper arm and yanks you back roughly.

“Stop,” the helmeted man growls. “What is this?”

“Let me go,” you demand, no fear in your voice. Only anger at being stopped.

“I haven’t put a bullet between your eyes out of respect for the acquaintance we share. If you do not wish to end up on a missing person’s report, I suggest you release the woman.”

Zemo’s threat is real but still the masked man doesn’t let go.

“Walker…” Zemo warns.

Another two seconds pass and you can feel John Walker’s hand slowly loosen. You pull out of his grip and race to the gurney with watering eyes.

“This is an unnecessary risk,” the U.S. Agent says.

“If that were you laying there, he would not have hesitated to bring your wife.”

John makes some type of noise in the back of his throat but doesn’t say anything again.

Bucky looks like shit too. Just like Zemo, only worse. He’s so pale, his lips almost blue in the dim light that filters in from the long line of horizontal windows along the top of the warehouse walls. As coated in dust as they are, it isn’t much.

“Oh my god, Bucky…” you sob quietly, your heart breaking at the cuts to his beautiful face. His right arm is broken and crudely slung across his chest in what looks like torn up old shirts or sheets.

As you explore his body you notice a long gash along his right thigh, a stab wound just underneath his ribs on the right, and his face is black and blue in the spots that are not pale as a ghost.

You sweep his greasy black locks out of his sweaty, dirty face and bite down hard on your lip to keep from crying out.

“What happened?” You ask the two men behind you.

“We were moments from victory,” Zemo begins. “The last of the threat was nearly contained when Barnes noticed the trap set for us. He saved us both with the last moments he had before the bomb went off.”

You sob as your hands flutter pointlessly around his handsome, grimy face.

“When the dust settled,” Walker says, sounding bored by his words as he speaks them. “He was just laying there. Didn’t move. Wouldn’t move. We were able to finish the job but Bucky didn’t and hasn’t woken up in a week. It took us forever to get him back here unconscious and under the radar.”

The way Walker talks about the ordeal of getting Bucky home it sounds as if he’s annoyed by the inconvenience. You almost reach for Bucky’s knife at his hip and throw it at him but resist the urge and instead start rifling through your purse.

“I would have taken him to your apartment,” Zemo says softly. “But we thought perhaps moving him again might do more damage. His pulse is very weak and we’re not sure why he isn’t healing. I think something is suppressing his abilities. Normally I would rejoice in the new possibility of nullifying his type of strength but despite our turbulent history, Barnes is not a bad man. I promised to make certain that you two were reunited.”

Zemo sure did keep his word. Your fingers move at lightning speed through your contacts and you press your phone to your ear as it rings frustratingly slow.

“Who are you calling?” Walker asks, sounding irritated.

“Steve,” you tell them.

“Then this is where I leave you,” Zemo says. “I have kept my word. I hope you find a way to save him. Truly.”

When you turn to thank him for at least making sure you two managed to get back together you find he’s already gone.

Strangely, Walker moves towards you and unholsters the pistol at his hip. He removes the safety and then turns it around to offer you the handle.

“You know how to use one of these, right?”

You nod.

“I can’t be here when they get here. If anyone asks…”

“I get it,” you take the gun, fingers tingling at the powerful weight.

Walker gives you a nod, gives Bucky one last glance, then turns and leaves through the same doors that Zemo had brought you in through.

The phone finally stops ringing and Steve’s sleepy voice calls your name, “What’s wrong?”

“Steve,” you sob loudly finally.

“Where are you? What’s happened?” Steve demands, already breathing hard as you’re sure he’s pulling on his clothes and heading out the door.

“Bucky…” you begin. “Help me, Steve.”

“Turn on your bracelet,” he orders. “We’re on our way.”

The line goes dead and you reach with wobbly fingers to pinch the repaired silver button on your bracelet. It warms under your touch, vibrates once very quickly, and you hope that Steve and the others are fast enough to get here before you fall apart completely.

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Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. - An IALS Alternative POV

When he woke up, he felt tired.

It’s been this way for the last month.

He did get his eight hours of sleep – sometimes even more. But it felt off. Everything felt off since the night shift.

But Max shouldn’t be complaining.

At least he got to go to sleep and wake up.

Even if it was the middle of the day now.

He still got to wake up.

Two people didn’t. Two people were dead.

He shouldn’t be complaining.

Once he managed to get ready, he texted David that he was picking up the kids from the daycare.

David texted back a heart.

Max bit his lip tightly as he put the phone away. He took the subway and picked up the children.

They went to the park on the way home and ate cotton candy. Max carried Arthur it one arm while Lance tightly held onto the other as they walked home.

They decided to watch TV until David came home.

While Lance and Arthur fought for the remote, Max wondered what David would do when he came home.

Max knew what he wanted to do. But he also knew he didn’t deserve it.

Because when David came home, he wanted to kiss Max first thing.

But not everyone got to do that.

Not everyone could home and kiss their spouse.

Some people were buried six feet underground with their spouse.

“Bapak?” Max said when the call connected. “Can I come over tonight? For dinner?”

“You’re coming over?” It was dad who responded – because bapak answered his phone on speaker like a weirdo. “To eat? Here? Voluntarily?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t appreciate that tone, Alexander,” bapak tutted. “Of course you can come, Blueberry. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. I, uh, I just…I want the kids to see y’all,” Max said. “It’s been a while.”

“We would love that,” bapak cooed. “I’ll text Rafe and see if he can make it too.”

“Nice,” Max said. “We could do game night.”

He quickly got dressed and got the boys dressed too.

“Get dressed!” Max said when David came home. “We’re going to Brooklyn!”

While David took a shower and got ready to leave, Max went through the tote bag David had been carrying when he came home.

Flowers. Chocolates. Scented candles.

And condoms.

Max put it away.

He didn’t deserve this.

He didn’t deserve to feel good.

Not when he took that away from someone else.

His parents spent all of game night playing with the children. Max distracted himself by goading Rafael into throwing darts.

“How come I have better aim than you?” Rafael asked. “Aren’t you trained for this shit?”

“My specialty is hand-to-hand combat,” Max rolled his eyes. “Not firearms.”

“So, I do have better aim than you,” Rafael grinned. “Amor, I’m better than Max at shooting!”

“Not really a flex, Santiago,” Anjali muttered as she walked past them.

Max grinned. “God, I love her.”

Rafael smiled at his wife and turned to Max. “We’re trying.”

“Trying what?” Max asked.

Rafael rolled his eyes. “Trying to have a baby.”

“Oh,” Max said in surprise. “I thought you guys wanted to wait?”

“We did wait,” Rafael pointed out. “We’ve been married almost a decade now.”

“Right,” Max said. “Well, that’s great news.”

“Do you have any advice?” Rafael asked.

“On how to make a baby?”

“No, asshole!” Rafael smacked him on the back. “On, like, how to do this whole thing.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Max smiled. “You’re better than me at that too.”

Rafael smiled softly. “Okay.”

“And most of this shit is instinct,” Max shrugged. “It’s like…You just always know what to do, you know? It’ll make sense. You’ll see.”

Rafael looked fond for some reason. “Well, I can’t wait.”

Then he grabbed Anjali and disappeared into his old room.

“Are you trying right now?” Max yelled. “Gross!”

“What’s going on?” dad asked as he joined him in the kitchen.

“Nothing,” Max said quickly, not knowing whether Rafael had already told their parents. “What’s up?”

“How’s the night shift?” dad asked, and Max shrugged. “How long do you have to do this shit for?”

“Two more months,” Max replied.

“Right,” dad hummed. “Magnus wants me to ask if you can stay the night.”

“Why can’t he ask me himself?”

“He thinks you’ll say yes if I ask.”

“Well, he’s wrong.”

“Max,” dad said. “Stay.”

Max hesitated.

“You can stay in your room and the kids can stay in Rafe’s room-”

“I’m keeping my children away from that room for the considerable future,” Max mumbled.

“It’ll be fun,” dad said. “David can make us all breakfast.”

“Do not exploit my husband just because yours can’t cook,” Max wagged a finger.

“I dare you to say that a little louder,” dad grinned.

Max rolled his eyes fondly.

“We just miss you,” dad said gently. “Stay.”

Max felt the ache in his voice.

He’s been incredibly busy - thanks to the night shift - and barely saw his parents anymore. He knew they missed him a lot and just wanted to spend some together.

Max wanted that too.

But he didn’t deserve it though.

Because there was a boy, somewhere in Queens, who didn’t get to spend time with his parents.

And he will never get to do that again.

Because of Max.

“David has school tomorrow,” Max said. “Maybe another time?”

Dad exhaled. “Sure.”

The older man went back to the living room and played with the children. Max grabbed a bag of potato chips and started to stress eat.

David materialized out of nowhere, grabbed him by the arm, and dragged Max to his old bedroom.

He hadn’t been back here in a while.

His bedroom.

His trophy room more like.

Max didn’t know what he was thinking as a child to do this to his room. Why did he need all these reminders to convince himself that he was worth something?

Well. He knew why.

He knew the stress he carried inside his chest.

But what good had that ever done?

What was the point of all these fucking trophies?

What was the point of him?

His eyes fell on the portrait of David.

The boy he fell in love with the and the boy he let down a month ago.

“Hey,” David whispered and pulled him closer.

“Hey,” Max said.

What was the point? What was the fucking point?

“Missed you,” David and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

Max melted.

He had thought that David would be angry or repulsed or disappointed when Max and his team had fucked up a month ago and got two civilians killed.

But David had been none of those things. If anything, David loved him and cared for him even more now.

Max didn’t understand why.

He didn’t deserve it.

David certainly didn’t deserve the bullshit Max said as he pulled away and said they should leave. David didn’t deserve the bullshit Max pulled when he pretended to be asleep when David came looking for him later that night.

David started to act a little weird since that night.

Max wasn’t surprised at all.

Of course David was being weird.

David had probably come to realize that Max wasn’t the big deal he made himself be. David would probably soon realize he could soon do much better.

What? No. Shut up!

He tried not to think about it all.

He tried to focus on his work. He tried to be a good cop.

He tried not to fuck up again.

During the second month of the night shifts, when he came home after a particularly rough shift, he ended up in the apartment later than usual.

The kitchen was empty, and the house was quiet. David, Max assumed, was still asleep.

It was late.

He should be up and getting the kids ready. Max wondered if David was tired or sick or if Max should just get the kids ready himself.

He walked into the bedroom as he took off his badge and gun. “Babe? Are you still-”

David was definitely still asleep.

He was asleep without a shirt on.

David wasn’t particularly fond of being naked.

While Max slept in his boxers, because why would you wear more layers than necessary, David always slept in his pajamas.

In the early days, right after sex, he’d even put his clothes back on because he felt self-conscious about the scars on his back and what he called his ‘spaghetti legs’.

Max thought it was tragic because he would gladly look at David – with or without clothes (although preferably without) – all day and every day.

David seemed to have taken his shirt off last night.

Max was fucking furious that he wasn’t home to witness this. But it was a little difficult to be angry when all he could feel right now was fondness – and lust.

David looked gorgeous. His milky skin on display against dark blue sheets.

He looked unreal.

Like an angel in a renaissance painting or a prince in a children’s storybook.

And the fucker was smiling in his sleep.

Max bit his lip.

It took him less than three seconds to make up his mind as he threw the gun and badge away onto the table and ran into the bathroom and pulled down his trousers.

Was he the worst person in the world? Probably. Was he the worst husband in the world? Definitely.

But right now he was just a horny piece of shit who really needed to get off because his husband was too fucking pretty, and it was too much to handle.

When he came out of the bathroom, relaxed and sated and definitely less stressed after his clusterfuck of a shift where Gabriel had almost gotten hurt, David was in the boys’ room helping them get ready.

His stomach grumbled as he helped Lance with his shoes. It seemed that David hadn’t made breakfast since he overslept. So, Max decided to make something for himself.

After David and the kids left, Max, instead of going to sleep as he should, decided to cook first.

He was rummaging through the refrigerator when Lance came running back into the apartment – as usual.

Max knelt down immediately. He knew what was coming.

“Daddy is still awake!” Lance said in surprise.

“Daddy is hungry,” Max replied. “Kiss?”

Lance nodded and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Max kissed his baby back.

He watched Lance run back and waited.

David usually came in right after their son to give Max a kiss too.

But he didn’t today.

Max frowned as he ran after Lance who closed the door behind him.

“You go kiss daddy now!” he heard Lance order from the other side.

Max smiled to himself.

“Not today, my love,” David replied quietly.

Max frowned.

David didn’t want to kiss him?

Since when?

He remembered a time when David couldn’t kiss him even when he wanted to. But he also remembered their first date when David had kissed him – despite everything – simply because he wanted to.

Because David loved kissing him.

But now apparently, he didn’t want to.

Was this because of the night shift? They haven’t done anything in a while and had only kissed a little bit here and there.

Did David figure out how to live without Max’s kisses?

Something inside Max’s head screamed danger.

What if David got his kisses somewhere else?

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

David started to act weird around Max after that.

He kept getting distracted easily – leaving the oven on and accidentally eating pens and what not.

Max wondered why.

Was David close to figuring out the truth?

Were Max’s fears real?

Was David done with him?

Max knew David was frustrated with the distance between them.

No sex. No intimacy.

They didn’t even get to sleep on the fucking bed together.

Max wanted to blame everything on the night shift. But he knew that wasn’t fair.

The other detectives didn’t seem to have domestic problems because of it.

Besides, the night shift was going to end in a month.

What would happen then?

Would Max find out that David actually preferred Max to be away? What if David asked Max to stay on the night shift permanently?

Fucking hell.

He tried not to think about it all as he showered after his shift. He wrapped the towel around himself as he told his brain to shut the fuck up and came out of the bathroom.

He almost walked into David.

David who for some reason was covered in flour and what looked like possibly Arthur’s vomit.

Max blinked.

It was the most endearing thing he had ever seen.

He didn’t know why he was getting emotional – and even a little horny – over fucking flour and vomit.

But he was.

Because this man, covered in flour and vomit, wasn’t just the love of Max’s life.

He was Lance and Arthur’s father.

This was his husband.

The man he came home to every night – or every morning, rather.

The man who tirelessly took care of their children. The man who was always in Max’s corner.

The one who was born to do just this.

Love. Love. Love

The sight before him was so fucking domestic.

And out of all the fuckers in the world, David decided to marry him, huh?

Max let out a chuckle.

He wanted to marry him all over again.

“What?” David asked.

“You look really cute,” Max said, not wanting to blabber out his internal monologue.

David looked annoyed for some reason. “Don’t be mean.”

“What the fuck?” Max chuckled as David walked into the bathroom.

The voice inside his head started to act up again.

It was too much for David.

He was working and taking care of the children and keeping their home together while Max fulfilled his punishment for ruining someone else’s home.

David was done. David was done. David was done.

Max told the voice to shut up.

Until he couldn’t.

They were in the living room, sitting on the couch, doing their own thing. Max was watching the game and David was reading.

The boys were already in bed, exhausted after a day of adventures with their aunt and uncle.

Usually, when they got moments like this, Max and David maximized the hell out of it.

Sex. More sex. And then some more.

If they were both tired, they would at least sit on this same couch and make out.

If they weren’t in the mood, they would at least just cuddle on the couch as they did their own thing.

But today it was nothing.

David seemed to more be interested in reading Persuasion than kissing Max.

Max felt insulted.

He felt unwanted.

He felt like crying.

He grabbed the bottle of water from the table because his throat felt dry and his eyes felt wet.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He can’t cry. Not in front of David.

He was supposed to be strong.

If he wasn’t that, then what was the point of him?

“What are your thoughts on threesomes?” David asked him out of nowhere.

Max choked on his water. “The fuck did you just say?”

David went on about threesomes and how he had changed his mind about them even though the thought of a threesome before today would make this jealous fuck furious as hell.

“I’ve changed my mind about a lot of things,” David told him when Max called him out.

Oh.

Was Max one of those things too?

“Have you found a third?” Max asked when the conversation started to make his stomach twist.

He needed to know.

David looked uneasy. “What if I have? Would you be interested?”

Max could just see it.

It was a parent from Idris.

Some posh fucker who could afford to pay the annual school fees in one go.

A single dad.

He probably went to Harvard Business School.

He probably has a car – one he would let David drive.

He’d work in Manhattan. Come home at a reasonable time.

He most definitely won’t have stupid voices inside his head.

Take David on vacations. Listen to Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez. Laugh like a normal person.

He cooked for David instead of being the one who ate all the time.

He gave massages to David instead of being the one to get the massages.

He’d buy all sorts of cool shit for the kids. He could probably afford an iPad. Maybe five.

He’d buy flowers for David.

Fuck.

When was the last time Max bought flowers for David?

He couldn’t even remember. An indication that it had been too fucking long.

Fuck.

He looked at David.

He would do anything for this man.

Anything.

“I don’t know,” Max said. “It depends on the person I guess.”

Anything but let some ivy league asshole touch his husband.

His throat felt dry again. His eyes felt wet again.

Fucking shit. Not now. Not again.

“Max,” David said gently and leaned in, pressing their lips together, his hands roaming everywhere.

Max closed his eyes.

He wanted to lose himself in the kiss.

But he knew what this was.

This was pity.

God, David must think he was fucking pathetic.

He wasn’t a good cop. He wasn’t a good husband.

Next, he’ll find out he wasn’t a good father either.

But he knew that one already.

Shut up!

Max pulled away and told David he had to leave for his shift.

David let him go.

He didn’t fight or even point out Max didn’t have to leave just out.

He let Max go.

Apparently, it was easy to do that now.

He didn’t come home in the morning until David left.

He kept doing that. He kept avoiding David because he couldn’t bear it anymore.

Useless. Useless. Useless.

Later that week, David didn’t come home either.

Max had to get ready for work and put the children to sleep.

David didn’t come for even after that.

When Max had sent a text asking where he was, David had simply replied that he was with Jackson.

Where were they? What were they doing?

David came home close to midnight – sloshed as fuck.

Max had to drag him to bed while David hummed some Taylor Swift song under his breath. He got the man ready for bed when David whined for his phone.

Max found the device in his jacket – along with a note written on a napkin.

Oh.

‘From one pretty blonde man to another.’

What the actual fuck?

Max wanted to find the fucker and punch him.

He wasn’t jealous.

No.

Jealousy had never been something he felt or understood.

But he was fucking terrified.

Because he realized he took David for granted.

There were people out there – other pretty blonde men – who made David feel seen and appreciated.

And David let them.

He didn’t even throw the fucking note away.

He brought it home with him.

“I know the night shift is a pain in the ass,” Gabriel said later that night. “But you look like shit, man.”

“I think David’s gonna divorce me,” Max said.

Gabriel who was on their fourth cup of coffee for the night and spit it out and laughed incredulously. “You’re hilarious.”

Max stared at his colleague.

Gabriel blinked. “Shit.”

Max sighed.

“Okay,” Gabriel said. “From the top.”

Max told him everything.

Almost everything.

He kept the stupid voices to himself.

“You want my opinion as a detective or your friend?” Gabriel asked when he was done.

“Detective,” Max said, because he needed to be objective about this.

“Okay,” Gabriel nodded. “David wants to get laid.”

“What?” Max blinked.

“He wants dick,” Gabriel said. “Give him dick. Everything will go back to normal.”

“Homie, I don’t know how you run your household-”

“I don’t run shit,” Gabriel snorted. “Selena runs everything, and I let her. You, sir, on the other hand, need to take control back. You know to show that man what he is missing.”

“This is terrible advice,” Max said.

“Is it?” Gabriel grinned.

Max rolled his eyes. “Sex doesn’t always fix things.”

“No,” Gabriel agreed. “But it’ll fix this.”

Max chewed on his lip.

Maybe it will.

Even if it won’t, it will at least feel fucking fantastic.

God, Max missed it.

Not sex.

Not just sex.

Sex with David.

He missed feeling good. He missed feeling wanted. He missed feeling safe.

Because that’s how sex with David made him feel every time.

Good and wanted and safe.

But he didn’t deserve to feel any of those things.

No.

He didn’t.

But that didn’t mean he was going to stand by and watch while some blonde fuck wooed his husband.

When he went back home, he made a plan.

A simple one.

David complained when Max suggested they go to the beach. But Max had told the children beforehand so they were too excited, and David couldn’t control them.

When they went to the beach, Lance ran towards the water. Max ran after him as David stayed back and set up a place for them.

He grabbed the little heathen and walked back, taking off his shirt on the way.

Show him what he is missing.

“Hey,” Max said when he joined them. “You want me to do your back?”

David looked up at him and blinked.

He still looked tired and sleepy.

Shit.

Max probably shouldn’t have dragged him here.

Fuck.

Why did he panic and pull this shit?

Fuck you, Gabriel!

David didn’t want Max to do his back and he didn’t want to swim either.

He stayed back and read a fucking book!

Max went back to the water with Lance.

He wondered if he wasn’t attractive anymore.

He knew he was attractive.

There were people who were literally staring at him right now.

But what if he wasn’t attractive to David anymore?

Max had brought David here because he had thought David would forget about everything once he saw Max shirtless.

Because it was that easy with that man.

Max remembered them yelling at each other and fighting over ridiculous shit and all he would have to do was take off his shirt.

And David would be distracted.

But it wasn’t like that anymore.

They weren’t horny young people anymore.

They were adults now. Proper adults.

What if David was attracted to proper adult stuff?

Steady income and a fully paid mortgage and a husband who didn’t do a job that almost got him killed every other night.

Fuck.

Gabriel was wrong.

Max can’t save his fucking marriage with his abs.

His abs were useless as the rest of him.

Maybe they should talk.

Arthur, who was also in the water now, grabbed Lance and went to the shore to find seashells. Max kept an eye on them as he went to find David.

David seemed to have fallen asleep under the umbrella.

Max went back to the water.

Yeah.

Useless.

He watched the boys from the water when a girl in a white bikini swam over to him and started to chat him up.

She wasn’t subtle at all. And she made him feel wanted.

But she did make him feel good.

She did not make him feel safe.

And sure as fuck didn’t make him feel needed.

No one else had that power.

David always acted like he would disintegrate if didn’t have Max with him.

Max loved it. He got off on it.

He had always been wanted. But he liked being needed more.

It’s why he did what he did for a living. He wanted to feel needed.

Like he was doing something important.

Necessary.

When they got out of the water, after she quizzed him about surfing, she pulled him by the arm and dragged him towards the guy who was selling ice cream.

“I want ice cream,” she grinned at him. “Really in the mood to suck something, ya know?”

Jesus.

She was not subtle at all. Certainly not in the way she was flashing her tits.

What?

He had to look! They were right there!

“So,” she said, twirling a strand of wet hair with her finger. “Ice cream?”

“My husband makes ice cream,” Max heard himself say.

David did know how to make ice cream. He knew how to churn ice cream. He was fucking cool like that.

“Oh. Cool,” she said, unbothered. “You want get some now? With me?”

“I’m not really hungry,” Max replied.

He can’t have ice cream. He didn’t deserve ice cream.

He should probably watch his food.

He should probably work out more.

He needed to be attractive again.

But that wasn’t enough, was it?

Not to David.

No.

David came over soon after, he said a bunch of weird shit to the girl, and then left.

On the way home, Max thought about what happened.

Was that David being jealous?

Was Gabriel right?

Did something good come out of that beach trip after all?

“Today was fun, right?” Max asked he got ready for his shift and David climbed into bed after putting the kids to sleep.

David didn’t respond.

Max wondered if he had fallen asleep already.

He came out of the bathroom and looked at his husband, who was in bed. Still awake. “Babe. Did you have fun today?”

“Did you?” David asked him.

Max thought about it.

It wasn’t a bad day.

Not at all.

Any day he got to spend with his family could never be bad.

The children had a lot of fun. He got to see David be a jealous little shit.

And he got to swim.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did,” Max replied, feeling grateful for today. Even if it didn’t go according to plan. He cleared his throat. “Did you see me in the water?”

Without my shirt?

Did you think I was hot?

Do you still think I’m beautiful?

David didn’t respond though.

He turned around in bed and pulled the blanket over himself. “Goodnight.”

Oh.

Max turned off the lights and went outside.

No.

It wasn’t going to be a goodnight.

#I always wanted to write this scene and omg I was tempted to write the whole fucking chapter send help #IALS #it's a love story not a rom-com

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