#it's the cheeky smile while chewing gum!

[sea-of-dust]

You gotta be kidding...

5wirl x GN! Reader

Summary: They make a reference to something personal between you two while performing live. Almost putting a spotlight on you.

Notes: Modern AU, mention of irl video game and band: Remmber Sports (they're good recommend Tiny Planets),

Warnings: suggestive humor, swearing, never expect proof reading

He met you before he was an idol. High school to be exact. You two were in the same music class bonding over how much you dreaded your music teacher. "He sounds like a divorced mom.." "isn't he married?" "Exactly" you flop onto your desk

You two have been in almost every class together years afterward, just so you didn't have to work with a stranger for group projects. People would would find you two around school alot and walking home together. "And they were roommates," one of your classmates giggle as you two casually hold hands while speaking to eatchother, in reality, you both didn't notice

He was always so calm but also somehow could smell your problems?!? "Ughhhh" "Lemme guess they chewed gum loudly again?" You spring up placing your head back down. "Stop knowing based off my grunts!" "And you're mad at me for not noticing something earlier" "HA!-" "nm it's because I didn't let you sleep in" "...I genuinely despise you"

He started catching feelings midway through your first semester of the new school year. You did notice he sometimes hugged you tighter, looked at you a little longer, he even got small trinkets for you, noticing how fond he looked when you casually wore them.

It was by the end of the year he had told you he got a scouted as an idol, it took alot for him to tell you but it worked thank god you didn't ditch him like he thought.

"So uh..." "?" "I got scouted" your eyes widen, he thought all his fears came to life before you hugged him tightly and squealed. "I TOLD YOU YOU HAD A NICE VOICE!!" "You didn't have to yell" "Shut up you cry over stuff like this!" Now you were the one that oddly knew things about him...you were right...he did cry...alot like the whole group knew the next day.

The group try to hype him up into asking you out. "DUDEEEE COME ON THEYRE NOT GOING ANYWHERE" "I can ask to hangout" he mutters holding his phone in his hand "COME ONNN" venti and heizou sync up kazuha speaking up "ask them to go for dinner" his cheeks turn pink almost instantly "UH MAYBE NOT COME ON- WHAT IF-" "and sent" "WHEN DID YOU TAKE MY PHONE?!" "You'll live" Xiao rolls his eyes as aether bickers with him, his phone noti goes off. "Sure what time?" There's a silence in the room as Xiao gives him the phone. "At 4?" "bet ☆" you and those star emojis how are you like this. "ITS A DATE!!" "YEAAAAAAA" they sounded like a frat house.

He gets all giddy on that date and when you two finally go on one you finally hit the maybe were dating phase but you both don't wanna admit it to eatchother. So the rest of 5wirl planned something for you two. "Alr we know he likes them nowww...." "we...." "Why don't we perform for them" "on their friend ani?" "How do you know that..." they turn to heizou "because he saved it on his calander" "..." and so they planned out your ani for you two.

And so their evil plans acted out perfectly, you two went out on another date and later that day you dropped him off at the concert. What you didn't expect was heizou dragging you to a seat. "Stay right here and don't move alright" you watched them get on stage aether seeming to be looking for you, they get to performing when one of the lyrics hit you. "Hey why don't you meet me at four?" An almost slured pronunciation followed by aether finally finding you. His eyes so tender yet teasing. You felt your heart skip a beat a small wink only making you more bashful.

To think the performance would end there nope. As you tried to get off your seat aether greets you with a cheeky smile a small ring in his hand. You turn around quickly. "I guess I flustered you more than he ever will" he leans on you wrapping his arms casually around your waist while you continues to fluster you. "He was just a small crush..." "enough to have you gush for 4 months about it" he laughs softly kissing you cheek. "When did you even gain this much confidence" "small words of advice" your mind immediately goes to Heizou. "Alrighty then..." without a warning you pull your face closer forcing him to slouch over you. "Did heizou tell you what to do incase of this situation aswell?" Thank god that concert hall was almost empty and the seat you were at made it almost impossible to see you two because the next thing you see and hear are a bunch of idiots going YEAAAAAAAAAAA. Aether x y/n shirts and a poster held up by Xiao. They ship it.

You made cute accessories! He's seen your work on social media and reached out. "You're accessories are so cute do you have a store?" "Nah I only sell locally near my college" turns out you both went to the same college he's never did a double check so fast in his life. As soon as he saw you he cupped one of your hands, his eyes sparkling in pure joy. "GIMMIE EVERYTHING IN STOCK!" "HUH?!"

Number one fan he's following you around. He'd be your personal advertisement always wearing your stuff and flexing it to others. He WILL be the most annoying person on campus

When you tell him to stop he just kinda tilts his head until he realizes what your saying as if he finally loaded. "Oh! Alright!" That's when you make an almost massive mistake "I did enjoy your support tho but youre-" "SO YOU LIKE HAVING A FAN?!" And so began the simping. He's all over you. Every class your with him? He's leaning into you, whispering random stuff in your ear. Your eyebags got darker everytime he did this but he was more chill than your online fans.

The days you also leaned into him are the days you've never seen someone more flustered. "Hm?" You lift up your head watching him cover his face quickly. "Venti?" He turns away from you even more. "Don't look at me! Where did you even learn that-" "I mean you do that to me all the time" "don't say it outloud-" "did you just whimper?" He stops suddenly using is braids to cover his face as he mumbles to himself. You bring that up to traumatize him

He had to get used to you showing affection, you weren't even dating yet! Come on, don't do this! Even a small smile he'd tease you for it but he'd definitely scream into his pillow about it.

He only asked you out when you made your feeling for him known. A small note under his door telling asking him to meet up at an amusement park later that weekend was where it clicked he looked and sounded like a little girl you could hear his "YEAAAAAAAA" from your room.

He's doing everything he's on a call with the others he just needs them to hear his my story animated from start to finish. "Can you not play that effen punk music main stream shit can barely hear you" "Shut the fuck up hot topic this is important!" "This is why you fucked up your eyeliner" "I DID?!?!" He checked in his mirror realizing he didn't and mostly argued with Xiao. "If they ditch you you deserve it" "quit being a downer! Good luck Venti!" They all mostly wave at the camera before hanging up leaving you and him alone for the evening

He loved it. He was like a child pointing at things he wanted. "Do you have the money?" He looks away pounting "not an actual question I'll play for it" his eyes widen almost sparkling. You two left flexing your carnival game knowledge and venti covered in plush prizes you won for him.

As payback for the newfound plush army, he invited you to a concert. "Oh so you did have money" "Shut up" "hehe" your teasingly small laugh is so cute stop doing that. What you didn't know is that he strapped some keychains you made on his belt, and he NEVER STOPPED WINKING, if you had to drink everytime he found you in the audience and winked you'd have five drinks...per song. It was cute seeing him smirk whenever you slightly blushed at him.

"Y/n!!" He smiles as you wait for him outside the concert hall. "Lets go to another amusement park!" He giggles embracing you "right now?" "Yea!" He nuzzles his face into your chest "sure..when you take off all of those keychains Jesus how much did you-" "200 bucks" "...VENTI" "THEYRE CUTE I KNOW YOU EYED THEM!" You blush slightly smirking "I did...they look adorable on you" you struck him right in the heart leaving both of you flustered. "The amusement parks a few blocks away" "LETS GO!" as if it never happened you both headed to the amusement park.

You beat him at a rhythm game he liked. You got first in a video game event he liked since then him he's declared you his rival. "Who the hell is this guy getting in the way of the number one spot" he grits his teeth checking your profile. "347 full combed songs...300 all perfects...and maxed out cards" he rolls his eyes

He wanted to let off some steam at an arcade only to find out he got beat in that game also! With the same name tag as the rythum game champ. He nearly smashes the machine when he notices you step up to it. "Shame, this games kinda better when I'm kicking someone's ass..." You sigh only now, noticing him, smirking at this chance you take it. "You mind playing this with me?" You perk up. Thinking this is a good way to let off steam, he accepts. "I won't go easy." "Alright!" You let him pick the song and almost immediately grab the handbar

Strange, he thinks he doesn't need it. As soon as the song starts, he hears your feet absolutely slam on the board. He's shocked but doesn't look over he's focused on his side of the screen. By the end, you huff heavily, looking up. "You won." You put your fist up for a fist bump. "Ah that songs so annoying~" he dosent give you one back putting in his names for national ranks. That's when he noticed that you put in the name the person on every rythum game had and as soon as you pressed confirm he nearly pounces on you. "SO YOURE THE ONE TAKING THE NUMBER 1 SPOTS EVERYWHERE!" "Yea what about it-" he looks at you angrily, calming down a bit before turning back to you. "I declare you my rival" "well...If you wanna we could rematch sometime gimmie your number?"

Ever since then you two have skeduled days to go to the arcade to whale on eatchother and going out to eat afterword. "I'm pretty sure you'd like it reminds me of your face ☆" you say as you point to a horrible cgi skeleton. "Screw you" "heh". You'd eventually open up to him more and invited him out to places more often. He didn't wanna say it outloud but he genuinely enjoyed those moments

One of the times you two went, you try to teach him gutair hero, he kinda mumbles to himself. "You can just play on your lap" "hmmhmm mhm em You can't be this msm hm" "what-" he realizes he said that outloud and covers his face nearly dropping the gutair. "I didn't hear that last part" he sighs in relief "but do you think im cute?" And so he's even more ashamed of himself. "Context clues" you scratch your cheek in a bit of embrassment "I think you're pretty cute too" you embarssingly laugh leaning away

you're pretty sure you could see his heart skip a beat as he looks up at you, his face nearly entirely pink. Peaking at you through his hand. You decide to tease your friend. "Seems like you wanna date me~" He moves back quickly, covering his mouth to hide his blushing. "I'm fine with that ya know~" you lean into him him still covering his face. He looks away looking back at you,his eyes softening "I'm fine with the thought of kissing you..well maybe a little more than fine but-" your words were cut off as you feel his lips touch yours. Quick yet soft, his hands wrapping around your shoulders. You lean back trying to catch your breath "...how long have you've been waiting to do that?" "...a few months now" "That's kinda adorable Xiao" you lean in for another kiss. You two recount that day as your first date

Ever since then he's more willing to hang out a little more clingy too. Whenever he had a show he would ask you if you were busy that day before sending you the ticket link. "Hey are you busy on the 14th?" "No why?" He'd send you the link without a secound thought "you know I'm not really into idols that much" "I'm in the group..." "...bought"

He actively looks for you in the audience. You would text him where you were sitting beforehand, yet he'd still look like a lost puppy. As soon as he finds you, his eyes sparkled. He forced himself to calm down before giving you a small wave

It was by the end of the show where he was performing the last song and you noticed something about their dance it kinda looked like what you would do on a song you knew well. It was then that you realized Xiao made a dance routine inspired by your sweaty gaming dance. You covered your face in embrassment but peaked through your hands. You couldn't believe he paid that much attention to you. He smirks noticing this

As the show ends, he runs over to you, "That was...a little embrassing" you blush a bit. "..." "dosent mean I didn't like it tho!" Trying not to offend him further you mumble on of how great the performance was. At first he's pretty stiff with his arms crossed you'd think he was annoyed till he kissed you again leaning in to hug you. "I'm glad you liked it" he whispers ever so softly in your ear.

He offen saw you working on projects for bands he likes and decided to commission you. He invited you to a studio and you both began to focus on what he commissioned you on. "I'm looking for something calm yet something someone would listen to in the morning to wake them up..." "hmmm" you play a calm chord progression on your gutair. "Speed up a bit" he taps his foot as if keeping pace as you speed up your playing. "That's pretty good! Sounds like a Remmber sports song" " YOU LISTEN TO THEM?" "Yea?" "Oh my god I thought you wouldn't catch that-" "they're a bit of a guilty pleasure"

You two always worked together after that whenever he would be lost in thought you'd just play hall of the mountain king behind him. He'd turn around slowly as your playing got more intense. "You think of something?" "..."

You pretty much became 5wirl's offical gutairst after kazuha recommended you. They'd make fun of him for how long you two stayed at the studio together. "Kazuha~, you left us sleeping in the shopping cart again!" Venti grins ear to ear "must really like that gutairst." Kazuha smiles."They're just a friend I find it easy to get along with" he thinks about what you two were talking about his eyes softening as if it were an old fond memory "and he's doing it again" heizou sighs jokingly

A few months of performing together, they treat you as family, almost apart of 5wirl. As soon as Kazuha ever left the room they'd turn to you in a heartbeat. "You sure you don't kiss when we're not looking?" "Eh?!" "Does kazuha usually get all mumbly around you" "he does but-" "I KNEW IT" "dose he show you his unironic leaf collection" they all lean in expectingly. "No wha-" You made sure kazuha was too far to hear what you were about to say "...OK so this one time..." they listened to you like their lives depended on it.

The day you told them about that is the day you regret the most, they always looked you and kazuha up and down. Snicker to themselves. "How much you wanna bet they might kiss today" "CAN YOU TWO CUT IT OUT" you let out a sigh walking into the recording studio to practice, a familiar humming following you in a few secounds later. You two sing together and when you finish he finally speaks up. "You know... this the song I was playing when I first realized I was into you" "heh really" you stop strumming, realizing what he said "wait what-" he laughs softly at your reaction placing a hand on your cheek. "That songs kinda special to me..." he holds your hand tenderly with his unbandaged hand. "Reminds me of how much I love you" your eyes widen a bit as he looks at you with the most soft eyes. "I love you too kazuha" you smile gently, letting him lean in to kiss you

All of them noticed you two were dating it was odvious, the way you two acted around eatchother gave litterally everything away. "You two give eatchother less personal space than before are you dating?" "What?" "And you smell like him-" "how do you know what he smells like" "so you're dating?!" "How did you come to that conclusion?!" You and venti would bicker trying to hide your relationship with kazuha after he forgot to tell you he already told them.

Finally a show came along a small gig surprising a popular idol group would show, but still nice. You looked at the music sheet for the song looked up at him, sighed, and looked back. He looked so pleased giving you a few riffs and you look down to see another reason to go to therapy.

What he didn't put on hell on paper was a very veryyy familiar cord progression. He played it himself and put it in post. Making another version so if you ever asked you wouldn't notice, and a few weeks later they went live

You watched them in the audience, hearing the song you helped on and felt your smile fade into a straight face as you heard your solo along with the memorable melody gutair. He saw this trying to avoid a giggle while performing, he's suffering from you brainrot the rest of the show, some fancams caught him getting kicked by heizou or Xiao.

"So how did you like the show~" "Xiao almost kicked you off the stage..." There's a silence. "He dosent kick hard enough for that...but at least you enjoyed it" he smiles, pinching your cheeks and rubing your face, you look away hearing him giggle at your behavior. "I'll make you a coffee-" "don't you dare make a reference" he smirks at you "hehe"

You were online friends usually playing main stream games or random stuff you found. Youd always play together though, never single player! He hates that

"Are you playing a single player game..." "no-" "LIAR ITS ON YOUR STATUS" "SHIT- I mean I have no idea what your talking about" "...atleast stream it" he always got all pouty when he couldn't play with you

He'd definitely randomly interrogate you because you found something out on someone you both knew. "IS IT ABOUT-" "shush shus shu stfu quiet" "oh come on dude what is she gonna hear you?" "We're in a public call" "oh...LMAO" "DUDE"

When you combine both these loves, his love for you playing a co-op detective game with you has become the best thing for him to ever experience. "Who will be first to solve this?" "We're supposed to work together heizou" "oh...oh 😏" "nevermind I'm gonna play hitman without you" his avatar suddenly turns to face you and emotes a shocked reaction "OH COME ON"

He started catching feelings for a while. Ever since you two got on a call for the first time, your voice kinda intransted him. "Your voice Is so nicee" muttering into the mic yet you heard him clearly. "Thank you?" "It really is" its like you can see him currently slumped over his desk just day dreaming about you.

Didn't stop your offline friend for teasing you about him too. "Ooo he's into you~" "nuh uh nope nope!" The tips of your ears turn a pink. "And you like him back might aswell seal the deal" "STOP IT!" Blushing heavily you slam your hand down. Unsurprisingly Heizous in a simular situation 4nemo teasing him over just how much he talks about you. "Ohhh they're so cool" "they smell nice" "stop mocking me" he huffs "then get with them" they say in sync "stop weirdly harmonizing" he sits down covering his currently pink face.

Didn't help when you two first saw eatchother. "What the hell you live so closeby" "I know right what's next you're at my favorite Cafe conveniently the next table over" you turn over your shoulder seeing someone smile at their phone turn back and type "you mentioned before you had moles under both eyes right?" The persons face dropping looking around."Yea?" Without typing back, you walk over sitting infrot of him. "Bro, someone's sitting at my table, hold on" you smile at him typing back "oh sorry lemme just leave then my mistake 😔" "WAIT HUH?!?!" his eyes widen as he grabs your wrist "y/n?" small tears forming in his eyes pulling you into a hug with desperation. "Heizou" he hugs you tighter when he hears his name come out your mouth. "You're as pretty as I thought you'd be..." patting his head as he nuzzles into your chest. "You wanna go back to mine after this" "Yes!" With sudden enthusiasm, you two talk about your irl lives while bullying his drink of choice. "Pumpkin spice.." "oh my god shut up my again" "it's nasty" "it's good to me!!" "Shut up mom with 2 kids living in a van"

He's been going to your house at least once a week now "we should play together" he overbites his lip "I barely charged my secound controller" you overbite your lip back at him "then let's just hang out then I got news bby" visibly cringing at that last bit you let him in with him near instantly showing you a picture of him being accepted into an idol group. "Ohh you're gonna have real fangirls now" "Shut up!" "I'm gonna lead them just to make fun of you" "you're the only fangirl I'd date" "..." You visibly cringe "OH COME ON" "HAHAHA"

And so you were invited to the hell known as a debut concert and dear god was it near impossible to not be as hype as the crowd. Especially catching the fancams with him winking at you. Anyone could tell he was super inlove with whoever he was winking at especially after the group stopped in between a song witch you were barely paying attention to until you heard "I hope you guys never have to play solo!" Could have swore you felt him glare at you "speaking of solo the next songs title is-" all you paid attention to yet you look like you just woke up from a really loud noise.

"Y/n! Did you see it! Did ya like my moves" he smiles at you like a happy little dog. "It was surprisingly great Heizou" "surprising huh?" He pouts as if saddened by that comment. "But the show was amazing Heizou I'd go again" that bright glow of a smile you had is something hell never let go of, without hesitation he holds your hand "marry me" "come again?" "I mean it we should date!" Accidental slip up. He's screwed, you're gonna reject him so blatantly he's never gonna bother you again. "Heizou...that's so sudden" your eyes meet warmly "but I've been thinking the same" kissing his cheek you walk off letting him process what just happened. "WAIT WAIT WAIT YOURE NOT DITCHING ME AFTER SAYING THAT" "MAYBE I AM!" You had to run home that day but it was worth it laughing at him trying to keep up.

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[lilacnini]

₊˚⊹♡ STEALING YOUR KISSES (OR GUM)

₊˚⊹ notes ~ bf!niki x fem!reader ⋆⭒ warnings: kissing, not proofread, too much fluff, will make you twirl your hair while reading and giggle ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 word count: 200 ꩜⋆ ˚｡⋆˚ genre: fluff, one shot | LIBRARY FOR MORE...

YOU STAND THERE, ENJOYING THE FINAL MOMENTS of the delightful gum swirling in your mouth. it's the last piece from the pack, and you've been cherishing it, letting the sweet flavor dance across your taste buds with every chew.

"hi princess," riki greets, a playful grin playing on his lips as he leans in closer.

you return his smile, "need anything?" you ask, letting your bubble pop and then chewing your gum again.

riki's grin widens, and before you can react, he pulls you into a kiss. your eyes widened at his sudden actions but you went with it. your lips were in sync, moving in rhythm. you can't help but melt into the moment, the warmth of his lips against yours, sending a rush of chills behind your back.

as the kiss deepens, you feel riki's tongue sneaking into your mouth, his lips moving skillfully to capture the last piece of gum from your mouth (bold move fr).

for a heartbeat, you're caught off guard, but then you find yourself laughing softly against his lips. the taste of the gum mingles within your tongue but soon it was all gone.

when riki finally pulls away, he's grinning, chewing on the gum he had stolen. "thanks for the sweet gum, " he teases, his eyes sparkling.

a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as he flashes you a cheeky wink. you're left standing there, the memory of the kiss.

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[wiinterz]

supa special | kisuke urahara

pairing: kisuke x black plus size fem!reader

genre: established relationship, one-shot

warnings: fluff, crack, cursing, flirting, nicknames (sweetcakes, darlin’), pda, kon being kon

word count: 2.0k

summary: visiting kiskue at his shop, he decides to take a break from work and treat his girlfriend with lunch, a mani/pedi, and plushies.

☏ ᴛᴀʏ’s ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs: an old fic, hope y’all enjoy it (if you already read and wanna read it again). left drawing made by virus2sexy on insta.

song: hoe cakes by mf doom

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THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN with a chime, sweet humming leaving from your plump lips as you blew your bubblegum and made it pop after it became big. Chewing on the gum, you wave at Tessai who grins back at you then at Ururu. Wondering where Jinta could've been, you feel a swift movement then arms wrapping around you as you get picked up from the ground a little. Not feeling freaked out, you could tell who exactly it was just by the hat on the ground. Smiling, you kiss his cheek as he places you down.

"Hi sweetcakes, what brings you here today?" Kisuke questions while placing his hat back on, grinning from ear to ear as you take your right earplug out. Pulling down your dress a little, you shrug.

"Just wanted to see you I guess?" Blushing at your words, Kisuke holds your right hand and tugs you to the back of the shop. "You have a new invention planned?" You question while finally seeing Jinta who was sitting on top of the fridge crisscrossed. Giving him a quick wave, he nods in acknowledgment. "You know it, but that's not why I'm bringing you here." Your brows furrow, wondering what in the exact hell you are about to get yourself into. Reaching a large white door, Kisuke turns to you, throwing a thumbs up as you fake amusement. "Close your eyes, sweetcakes." "Why?" "Just- please." Hearing such desperation in one word you sigh, closing your eyes while Kisuke waves in front of you. "Did you see anything, babe?" He questions, as he keeps waving a hand in your face and sticks his tongue out. "Clearly not, jackass. You told me to close my eyes." You say with a slight whine as he chuckles, "just checking, that's all."

Wrapping his hand around the gold knob, the sound of the door cracking open makes you wonder what he's doing. Feeling his hand wrap around your right, you follow behind him, notching the scarce light around you.

Before you could muster up a word, the lights flicker on as Kisuke approaches you. "Open your eyes." Listening, you gasp at the sight. You could tell that Kisuke had a cheeky smile behind you while his face turned crimson. Turning to him, you smile, brows furrowing as you immediately pull him into a tight hug. Lips pressing on his face, your red lip gloss stains his skin as you kiss him everywhere. Giving him one final kiss on his lips, his mouth opens softly, tongue pressing against your bottom lip. Opening your lips apart, your tongue slowly swirls against his as you smile. Left hand holding up his hat while his arms wrap around your body, your left leg lifting from the floor as the kiss deepens.

Easing up on him, he kisses your cheek and turns your body to the front, keeping his arms wrapped around your stomach. "Baby, this is so...I love you." You whisper, his heart melts to your words and how mellifluous your voice is. "I love you more, darlin'."

The room, as large as it is, had different sizes of bouquets of each flower you loved, even ones from Soul Society, which made you kinda question if he forced Ichigo to get them for you but you much rather ask that later on. You never realized the tears that were ready to fall to your chin or the fact your boyfriend had two ring pops in his hands. Yet he noticed each facial expression you had or the way your smile widened as you softly spoke to yourself saying each flower when you found one. He noticed the way your hands started shaking, rubbing your stomach and whispering sweet nothings in your ears to calm you down. He only forgot one thing, how quickly you become overstimulated like a kid in a candy shop. To keep you steady, he whispered in your ears as his warm hand rubbed you.

Then, you saw a big bouquet of plushies you wanted in the right back corner. You squeal loudly, as Kisuke chuckles. It healed him, unknowingly so.

Tugging on his hand, you pull him to the corner, staring in awe as he stares at you. His hat now covers most of his face, and you see a small card and then a teddy bear that was too familiar to miss. You smile and giggle, as the words "tadaaaa!" Leave his lips. Wearing a tuxedo, you raise a brow to Kisuke who shakes his head.

"I didn't...tell him to do that just so you know." He whispers mostly to himself as Kon starts to sing how much he loves you. "What now, you're gonna start dancing for me?" You mutter out while Kon just stands there. "I should be your favorite, I'm the reason why you and scarecrow over here are dating anyway. Don't I deserve attention too?" He says with a whine, Kisuke glares at him, "hey, I'm the reason why you exist." You laugh, holding onto the card. "Anyway, why are you wearing a tux?" Kon clears his throat, "I'll have you know I have a date today." You tilt your head to the left.

"With whom?" "Orihime." You and Kisuke eyes widen, staring at Kon in silence. Breaking the silence, you laugh in unison while Kon grumbles.

"Kon, I don't think Orihime is interested in you...in that way..." Kon once again ignores what you say, "she does too, she said she would like to watch a movie with me while we drink tea, and she...and she..." Kisuke and you lean to him, wondering what else. "And she?" You both query in unison. "You're right, she doesn't want a date, she wants to put makeup on me! A strong man! Me!" You glance up at Kisuke who does the same to you.

"Okayyy, Kon. I think it's best if you just try not to misread what Orihime says to you. You know she enjoys those things, plus I doubt she was even talking to you...I'm right, aren't I?" You asked while he huffs.

"Whatever, I'm going to go and find something to eat. I am a heartbroken man." Kon says while he sits on the table, pushing himself to the chair then takes the time to get down on the floor. "You'll see Y/n, I'm going to find a woman who wants a strong man like me." He says while pulling the tuxedo off and walking out of the room.

You look back up at Kisuke who can only shake his head. "Now that we have that out the way. I was thinking, maybe we should go and get lunch? Then after that, I'll let you get your nails done. Hm, sounds good?" He says while his hands show you the two ring pops. You smile and chuckle as he rips the package open from both of them. Placing one of them on your pinky finger and the other one on his, you both start to enjoy the candy while he allows you to walk out of the room before him.

"Damn baby, that dress looks good on you." Feeling his hand smack your ass, you yelp, smiling from embarrassment when you see Tessai. Kisuke pulls your dress down knowing how much you hate it when it rolls up on you, still keeping his hand on your ass, he softly rubs it while you both walk out of the shop.

Kisuke rests his left arm around your shoulder while your left hand holds onto his. Fingers intertwine as you both suck on the ring pop.

The soft hue of blue mixed with white from clouds that glow from the sunlight moved in what felt like a circle. You made out numerous images from the clouds, pointing at the sky as your glossed black platforms kicked the gravel, Kisuke smiles, as he says what he thinks the clouds are to him. It goes on for the next five minutes until you guys reach a busy plaza seeing a food truck not so far away.

"Wanna eat here?" He requests, you nod, letting him lead the way. Standing in the line, you wrap your hands around Kisuke's body, inhaling his scent, smelling like tobacco vanille. The weather was exquisite, with the soft wind as leaves scraped against the concrete.

People walking in pairs, alone, or in a group as they chat. You both already finished your ring pops a long time ago, yet the smell of greasy food being cooked wafts into the streets making your mouth water. You watch a girl grab her bag and shaved ice with mochi, watching the refreshing snack being placed against her mouth as her sun hat covers most of her face. It was understandable why so many people had kept their faces covered. It was the middle of summer, as the sun glazed the streets and sweaty kids playing around as families and teenagers walked to the beach or around places to find shade and enjoy each other's company.

Finally making it to the stand, a tall boy with a chef hat smiles at you. "Chad? What are you doing here? I never thought you would work at a food truck." You say as Kisuke looks at the menu. Chad shrugs, "neither did I, I just wanted to have a summer job. Plus it helps me with interacting with people, at least that's what Uryū says." You nod, looking at the menu with Kisuke. "Um, can I get ramune, strawberry flavored, and korokke?" You ask, Chad nods, while Kisuke starts to speak. "I'll have the same for the ramune and taiyaki. Thanks!" Chad nods once again, saying the total. Kisuke pays for the food and drinks while you guys go to the right side of the food truck to make space for other customers. "You know Kisuke." He hums, kissing your neck softly as you play with his fingers. "I'm really happy I came over to the shop today." Feeling him stop, you turn your head to him. "Why's that?" He breathes out.

"Because I got to see you, that's one and the second reason is that you did that sweet thing. I don't think you understand how much I needed that. But there's a question I have in my head that keeps racking in the back of my mind every time you do something so grand." His brows furrow, wondering if he did something wrong. "What's the matter, sweetcakes?" "I guess it's just how come you get to spoil me but I can't do it for you?" You say, sadness so evident in your words it slightly breaks his refixed heart. The one you took time to fix back. 

He chuckles his slightly chipped heart away, kissing you on the cheek, as his hands rest on them. "Oh, darlin' don't get sad on me now. You do spoil me. Maybe not in the way I do but it still matters. Anytime I come back here from an assignment to mentor Ichigo and his friends you're there. Food in your hands, well crafted, homemade, and warm. Then with your love, the love letters, the small drawings you make of me. Not to mention, our lovmaking." He whispers the last part in your ear, which makes you giggle. "Baby, you spoil me so much you don't even notice it. Which is why I spoil you back. I wanna be the rock for you, just like you are for me. I mean shit, you literally take care of me on my sick days, when I get wounded. Give me words of affirmation when I feel like my inventions are bad. And even when I overwork myself, you're there. With your loving arms, and that soft stomach of yours l love to lay on. So don't get sad on me now, 'kay?" He says, his fingertip resting under your chin to make you look at him.

You nod as he nods with you. "I love you, and I'm sorry you feel that way. That's the last thing I want you to feel when you're with me. Okay?" You nod again, whispering okay. You start to chuckle to yourself feeling slightly stupid. "I don't know why I was feeling that way. I'm so embarrassed."

Kisuke, wraps his arms around you, letting you cover your face in his chest. "Oh baby, no need. Sometimes we forget things we need to be reminded of most. So don't worry. You spoil me so much. My special angel."

Chad places the food in a bag and places the drinks on the table. You turn away from your boyfriend, picking up the drinks while he picks up the food. Thanking Chad, you two walk away, holding hands while you both find somewhere to sit down and enjoy the scenery.

Finding a bench under a tree, you both sit down, opening the to-go boxes and popping the ramune open. Clicking the drinks together, you both take the time in silence to enjoy the street food and drink. It didn't take long to eat, though you fed ducks a piece of Kisuke taiyaki and that took a while as Kisuke took pictures of you on his phone.

After eating, you both decided to walk into the plaza to find a nail salon, which was not hard to find after seeing a big sign with pretty nails on it. Walking into the salon, your eyes go wide as you go to your second place of happiness. Your first would be the beauty supply store. Standing in front of a white large counter, a woman walks up to you, introducing herself with a pretty smile. Telling her what nail style you wanted to do, Kisuke nicely interrupts saying to get a mani/pedi as you deserve it. You agree and smile at him for that suggestion.

Picking out the nail colors, you decide to do a kawaii nail style on your fingers and a simple baby pink color on your toes. Kisuke sat down on a chair, watching you as you were in heaven. He enjoyed going to the nail salon with you because he would see how happy you got, and how excited you were to show him the progress of the nails and the finishing touches.

The same woman takes you to a pedicure spa chair. Placing your earbuds in, you start to play hoe cakes by MF DOOM, mumbling the rhythm to yourself as Kisuke chuckles at you.

"Man do I love her." He mutters under his breath, a blush taking over his face while you were oblivious to it. Just happy you have a man who makes you know there are no insecurities allowed in your conscience and who makes you feel like a queen no matter the day or circumstance.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Chapter 3.

Note: follow up to chapter 2.

Warnings: fluff! mention of smoking, hints of anxiety and feeling lonely.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You met up with Sihtric for the afterparty, and you got all stuck in your own head.

wordcount: 3,4k

Masterlist

'I only have eyes for you, trust me.'

During the days that led up to the last show of their tour, you and Sihtric stayed in touch, like you had done ever since you met again, almost two weeks ago. 

The afterparty you had been invited to would probably last til about 5 in the morning, Sihtric told you, and you just hoped you could make it through the night, until you could catch the first train back home in the morning. Sihtric said you could bring your friend, Gisela, to the afterparty too. But to her horror, she wasn't in the country that day, and had no way of going with you. And so you had to go alone while she was devastated. Not that you minded going alone, you were confident enough by yourself, but you could've used some support while facing the man of your dreams again. 

And naturally, your hands were shaking when you walked out of the train station, late at night, while messaging Sihtric that you were on your way to the venue.

You: I'm almost there…

Sihtric: can't wait x I'm having a smoke outside at the backstage entrance. You remember where it is?

You: yeah you only told me like 10 times x

You chuckled when you read his reply.

Sihtric: alright alright, just checking, lady ;)

Whilst shaking in your black platform boots, you walked through an almost empty street, adjusting your outfit; simple black skinny jeans and a black tank top, while a green and black coloured flannel kept you warm as you roamed the street on this chilly night.

Apart from a few fans, the street where the venue was located was rather quiet. You made your way around the corner, to the backstage entrance, and right away you saw Sihtric; looking down at his phone, taking a long drag from his cigarette while he leaned back against the door. His recently washed hair was tied back in a bun, and he still had that well kept goatee you loved so much, the sight of it shot a pleasant heat through your entire body. He was wearing a plain black shirt and black, slim fitting cargo sweatpants, which were, as per usual, tucked into his Doctor Martens boots. When Sihtric looked up and exhaled the smoke he had just inhaled, his eyes immediately found you, and a beaming smile appeared on his face. He flicked his cigarette away and walked up to you. A chuckle escaped him as he bit down on his lip, and he immediately pulled you in for a hug once you were in arms reach. Without thinking, you automatically wrapped your arms around his neck as he leaned in, and he snuck his arms around your waist, underneath your flannel. He quickly kissed your cheek and held you tightly pressed against his muscular chest, wrapped in his strong arms.

'Hey, baby girl,' Sihtric spoke softly in your ear, 'it's so good to see you again.'

'Hey,' your giggle sounded muffled against his chest, 'it's good to see you too.'

'How are you? How was your day?' he asked while pulling away, keeping his arms circled around your waist.

'Tired,' you pouted, 'work was rough. But happy to be here of course. Happy to see you.'

'Yeah? Awh,' he smiled sweetly, 'glad you made it, love,' he said, looking you up and down.

'But how are you? How was the show?' you asked while Sihtric was quick to reach for a pack of gum in his pocket.

'All good,' Sihtric said, chewing the mint flavoured gum while his hands lightly stroked your sides, 'everything went pretty smooth. This tour was just a bit of warm up, really. But that's all I can tell you for now,' he winked with a cheeky grin.

You stared into each other's eyes for a moment, then Sihtric chuckled again and hummed softly, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek, leaning in closer.

'You look beautiful,' he said, drawing his lower lip between his teeth as he gave you a cheeky half-smile.

'You're looking handsome yourself,' you smiled, hands placed on his broad chest as he just wouldn't let go of you.

Sihtric thanked you and leaned in even closer, his lips brushing lightly over yours while you both smiled. Tingles spread through your entire body as his warm hand held your cheek, and his hot, minty smelling breath tickled your lips. You were absolutely oblivious to your surroundings, completely captivated by his eyes, his touch, his smile and his pleasant smell. And just when you thought he was going to kiss you, Sihtric suddenly pulled away with a deep sigh. You snapped out of your dazed state and then realised a few young fans had recognised the bass player who had his arms around you, and they were trying to gather the courage to walk up to him. Sihtric had noticed them already while he was waiting for you, but thought the teenagers wouldn't gather the courage anyway. He desperately wanted to kiss you as soon as he saw you, but he knew better than to kiss someone out in the open, as a sneakily taken video was only two screen taps away, and he didn't want to cause you any more trouble than he had already done when he decided to follow your instagram. And just when he was barely able to resist you anymore, his lips touching yours while you closed your eyes, anticipating him, he glanced towards the young fans and saw they hesitantly walked over from across the street.

Sihtric wasn't an asshole, but he also wasn't in the mood to pay attention to anyone that wasn't you right now. He just desperately wanted to kiss you, or at least have you completely alone for a minute or two. So he pulled his backstage pass out of his pocket, swiftly scanned it to unlock the door which he then held open for you, and he quickly followed you into the dimly lit, empty hallway. Sihtric closed the door while you turned to face him, not knowing where to go as the venue was completely strange to you. But instead of guiding the way, he pulled you close again and took your face in his rough yet gentle hands, leaning in while he towered over you, and he pressed his warm lips onto yours, softly, as if asking permission for more. And when you finally grasped what was happening, you managed to kiss him back, your hands finding their way to his waist. 

You couldn't actually believe you were kissing the guy you had a crush on ever since you first met him, all those years ago, so without thinking, or really having any other option, you surrendered to him entirely. And when Sihtric broke the soft kiss which had turned firm, you almost whined at the loss, but his lips didn't stray far, in fact, they were still touching yours lightly as he spoke.

'You mind a little tongue?' he whispered, smiling against your lips.

'I don't mind,' you breathed, and a nervous giggle slipped out, to your embarrassment.

Sihtric chuckled and stepped back, took out the gum he was chewing on and threw it in a trash can. And before you knew it, his rough hands gently took your face again, and he kissed you tenderly once more, then slowly made you part your lips along with his. He carefully explored your lips with his tongue for a moment, before he hummed as if satisfied, and eagerly deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth with ease, desperately wanting to feel and taste all of you as much as he could. You felt his hand move up to the back of your neck while his other hand trailed down to your waist, and your hands were simply still frozen on his waist, but your fingers had intensely curled around his shirt. You were lightheaded, filled with lust and nerves at the same time. The feeling of kissing Sihtric was overwhelming, yet it was also a feeling you never wanted to lose, a feeling you would forever want to chase. And when you both needed air, you unwillingly broke the kiss at the same time, breathing heavy onto each other's lips while refusing to pull away further.

'You good with this, hm?' Sihtric breathed, his hoarse voice tensing up your lower abdomen instantly.

'Y-yeah,' you sighed, then buried your face in his chest as you couldn't stop yourself from giggling like a teenager.

You felt Sihtric's hand on the back of your head, gently keeping you pressed against his chest and he lightly swayed his body while holding you, understanding you needed a moment. When you softly hummed, he took your chin and guided your lips back to his, as he leaned back against the door. You have no idea how long you kissed there, right at the entrance, but it didn't feel as if you got enough of him once he pulled away.

'I think we should head to the party,' Sihtric chuckled, 'or I'll get shit for not showing up.'

He looked down at you and slowly traced your lips with his rough thumb. 'Stay by my side?' he asked, almost pleading.

'Well, yeah,' you chuckled, 'I'm here because of you. I don't know anyone else here, really.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'then I won't have to worry that you wander off.' He grinned.

'As if,' you rolled your eyes and smiled, 'but, eh, can I put my flannel somewhere? It's quite warm here already.'

'Yeah, of course,' he said, 'anything valuable in there? Because then you should just put it in my dressing room. I don't know most of the people at these parties either, I keep my stuff away from the party really.'

'Oh, yeah, okay,' you nodded, 'my keys and such are in there so, yeah.'

Sihtric took your hand and led you down some stairs, to his dressing room. He took your flannel off your shoulders, threw it on the couch, and deliberately brushed his hands over your bare arms as he ushered you out of the room again. Then he wrapped his arm around your waist and finally led the way to the afterparty, which was at the end of the hallway you had shared your first kiss at. He walked you down some other stairs and opened the door to a large, dimly lit room. The room was quite warm and busy, the music loud, but not painfully loud, and you were immediately greeted by a faint smell of weed as you walked in. 

Sihtric offered you a drink and you nervously sipped from your glass once he handed it to you. You could feel his eyes on you when you scanned the room, spotting the other band members, who were all each surrounded by at least a dozen girls, and you grimaced but then snorted.

'Yeah, don't ask,' Sihtric's lips grazed your ear as he spoke to you, and his arm found its way back around your waist again, 'they always got a bunch of ladies hanging around them. They love it.'

'And you?' you asked, still needing the reassurance you weren't going to be replaced as soon as some other lady walked up to him.

Sihtric shook his head and leaned in again.

'I only have eyes for you, trust me,' he smiled when he looked down at you, squeezing your shoulder.

You felt flattered and completely flushed. Slowly but surely everything was dawning on you. Where you were and with who you were, and you decided to try and just let it all happen. You desperately tried to get out of your own head while Sihtric kept hugging you and stole kisses whenever he could. And he murmured in your ear when he wasn't pecking your cheek or nuzzling your neck.

'I'm so glad you're here,' he murmured, 'haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we met last time. Can't get you out of my head.' 

But it all suddenly became overwhelming when a few girls walked up to Sihtric. He wanted to ignore them, but knew it would be rude of him to do so, and then reluctantly took his eyes off you. You took a step back, but Sihtric kept his arm around you.

'Will you sign my boobs?' one of the fans asked with a grin.

You wondered what Sihtric would do, and within a split second you imagined how you would feel if he would say yes. Would you be okay with that? Not really… but, you had no right to complain either. You weren't dating. You don't even know if you could consider yourself friends. What exactly were you to him, you suddenly wondered, and it only made you feel more overwhelmed and insecure. And you suddenly felt going to the party might have been a mistake, you would probably get your silly little heart broken by this guy.

'Nah,' Sihtric replied to the fan, 'but I'll sign your arm or shirt, if you want?' 

The small group of girls eagerly accepted his offer. Sihtric looked at you, conflicted, and brought his lips to your ear again.

'One sec, okay?' he said, 'I'm sorry, I'd rather have you all alone now, instead of all this.'

Sihtric grabbed a marker of the table next to you and pulled off its cap with his teeth, not wanting to let go of you, and he carefully, but quickly signed all their shirts. Apparently there was a rule to not ask for any pictures at the party so, after his signature, the fans politely thanked him. They tried to flirt with him for a moment, completely ignoring your presence next to him, but when it became clear to them that Sihtric wasn't interested, the girls turned to the other members.

In the meantime you felt rather dizzy. You were tired and overwhelmed, and in truth, all you wanted was to go home, get in bed, and sleep. Maybe even cry, actually. And Sihtric suddenly saw your teared up eyes and blank expression when he brought his eyes back on you.

'Hey,' he said, concerned, pulling you closer and towards an empty corner, 'what's wrong? You okay, babe?'

'Yeah, I'm just… tired, I guess,' you said, 'I feel a little dizzy. I think I need some air.' 

You swallowed hard and stepped away, pushing to open the heavy door, and Sihtric was fast to help you as you struggled. Without asking, or saying another word, he took your hand and walked you out of the crowded, warm and loud room, into the cool air of the dimly lit hallway. You inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply, eyes closed as you leaned back against the wall, which felt cold against your back. A welcoming feeling, you thought. Sihtric towered over you as he placed one hand on the wall right next to your shoulder, and he carefully took your chin with his fingertips.

'What happened, love?' he asked, a worried look painted his face.

'I think I'm just tired and overwhelmed. I'm really sorry,' you said quietly.

'There's nothing to say sorry for,' Sihtric smiled softly and caressed your cheek with his thumb, 'come,' he guided you with him, back to his dressing room, where he sat you down and handed you a bottle of water.

He sat down next to you on the black, leather couch, his arm around you as it rested on the couch's pillows, and he scooted closer.

'Can I get you something? Anything? Some food maybe?' Sihtric asked, his voice calm and low, 'or do you wish to go home, love?'

'No, thank you,' you smiled weakly, 'sorry if I ruined your night. You can go back, I'll… find my way out,' you shrugged, 'I can call a friend who lives here, it's no problem.'

'I don't know what you're talking about,' he said, carefully monitoring you, 'if anything,' he chuckled, 'I'm glad I had a valid reason to leave that party. But if you think I'm letting you head out on the streets on your own right now, you're wrong.'

You smiled at him, simply being speechless because of everything.

'Wait,' Sihtric scoffed, 'you came here by train. What time is your last train even?'

You glanced at the time and saw almost two hours had passed since you arrived in the city.

'Yeah,' you sighed, 'there is no more last train. The next train is in about three hours. I hoped I could linger around at the party long enough to catch that train back home,' you smiled sheepishly.

'At four in the morning?' Sihtric frowned, 'what… why… hold on,' he said, 'you thought you could stay up all night, here, partying, and then take the train back?'

'Yeah, I was a little too enthusiastic, I guess,' you admitted.

'Sweetheart,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you... clearly you won't last another ten minutes here-'

'I know. But like I said, I can call a friend, I'm sure they're still awake. I can grab a cab or something, don't worry about it.'

'Where does your friend live?'

You reluctantly told Sihtric your friend lived at the other side of town, in a rather dodgy neighbourhood.

'Oh, no, absolutely not,' Sihtric said, his voice firm but still polite, 'look,' he exhaled sharply, 'just… just come with me, to my hotel. Stay the night, I'll get you home tomorrow.'

'Sihtric, wh- I mean,' you stammered, 'I- I… I appreciate that, but, I don't know,' you looked down at your feet and mumbled, 'I don't think that's a good idea.'

'What makes you think that?' he asked quietly, studying you as you carefully seemed to pick your next words.

You already embarrassed yourself today, you thought, so you might as well make it worse and ruin whatever it is that you had going with Sihtric. It would be for the best, probably, to just get this over with before you got too attached.

'Look,' you finally spoke up, 'obviously, I like you,' you blurted out, 'but I don't… I don't want to spend a night with you and possibly fall even more for you, only to be just… played.'

'Played?' Sihtric asked and sat back, confused and perhaps even slightly offended, 'you think I'm asking you to come to my room because I want to fuck you?' he stared at you and licked his lips, 'listen,' he leaned in again, 'you think I stayed in touch with you just for laughs? To play you? Really?'

'I don't know,' you said softly, 'I don't even know what this is,' you gestured to him, 'I don't know what you want or expect from me. You seem to like… like flirt with me, invite me here, make out with me and all that, and now you ask me to stay over. But I just…' you threw your hands up.

'No, no, listen to me, babe,' Sihtric cupped your cheek and stared into your eyes, 'this life,' he said, his voice barely louder than a whisper, 'my life, is really fucking lonely.'

He averted his suddenly vulnerable looking eyes.

'It's really hard to make friends or keep the friends I already have. You and I… we just vibe somehow,' he looked back at you with soft eyes. 'I like your company. I like our conversations and I like your energy. I like you,' he smiled sweetly, 'and I'm not simply looking to fuck. I mean, hey, I gladly will, lady,' he chuckled, 'but I just want to get to know you. And clearly, you need to get to know me too. I like you, I really do. But I don't want to rush anything either, so maybe I wasn't direct enough when I invited you here. We can do everything at your pace, I promise. I'm only asking you to come with me because, in truth, it is the safest option for you to spend the night in this town. But also because I just… I feel so… gods, this is so fucking cheesy,' he shook his head, 'but I feel so happy when you're around, or when we just talk, even online. And I'm really sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I'm not looking for a one night stand, I actually thought I made that clear when we messaged, you know?'

You felt so many emotions going through at once, you felt rather lightheaded again. You could only stare up into his eyes while your hands were tightly wrapped around the water bottle.

'I swear I'm not playing you,' Sihtric whispered and cupped both your cheeks, 'I'm really not, baby. I promise I'm not messing with you. And I promise I'm not expecting you to sleep with me anytime soon, if you don't feel comfortable. But just… please, stay with me, baby?' he pleaded, 'just tonight. We're not going to do anything you don't want to do, I promise.'

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[venuscrashed]

Can you do Spiderman Miles Morales x Femboy reader?

More casual then actually focusing on the femboy part but oh well

Warnings: implied homophobia, ooc, kinda mean reader

word count: 1k

Miles and (Y/n): the duo that everyone knew about. Friends since the beginning of highschool. Everyone knew that there was something more between them, yet every time it was mentioned it was shut down by one of the two. Whether it was playful teasing or mentions of past flirting, neither boys would ever admit to it. 

Yet everyone knew not to mess with either of them, especially in front of the other. It was simply known as their high school's curse. Where if one person flirted with one of the two boys, bad luck will follow them for the rest of the school year. Despite the obviousness of it being forced, no one can prove that it was the duo doing it.

It all started with a simple bet. Two basketball players betting on who can pull more dudes. The easiest target? The femboy, of course. Each player would flirt with him endlessly. Something as simple as holding his bag to cornering him at his locker. It was all going well until it happened in front of Miles.

It was an honest mistake, really, you were walking out of your classroom when one of the players came up to you. You were on your way to your locker where you would meet Miles and then hangout after school, like you two always did. Except this time, you were intersected.

The player stood in front of you with a cheeky smile. He looked down at you, “Can I hold your bag?” Before you could answer he had already grabbed it, walking in the direction of your destination. How did he know where you were going? You have no idea.

You quickly followed him, falling behind by a step or two. “Um-Thanks. That was really thoughtful of you.”

He smiled and laughed. Looking back at his friend who was staring in anger as he walked by. “It’s no big deal!” You two have already made it to your locker. You opened it and he put your bag inside of it. “It’s what any gentleman would do.”

You gave a polite smile, which quickly faded after he got slammed into the lockers next to you. The whole hallway went silent and you stared in horror. There stood Miles above the player, looking down at him with pure disdain. 

“Well he already has a gentleman to do that for him,” Miles spat. Kicking the player out of the way before he could run. “So you and your buddy can quit the act.”

The player scurried to his feet, looking between the both of you before running away. The hallway was filled with whispers and murmur before turning back to normal. 

Miles leaned against the lockers while he watched you put on some lip gloss. His eyes lingering on your lips that turned into a smile. He watched as you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing,” you hummed. Giggling as you grabbed your stuff and pulled his hand. “Just relishing in the fact you're jealous. That's all.”

Miles scoffed, looking down at your guys hands before looking back up. “I know what you’re doing.”

“And what am I doing?” You stared at him, a certain gleam in your eye. He was about to respond before you took off down the street. “Wait! There's a cat cafe!”

Everyday after that something bad would happen to the players. Either they would trip or mess up in a game, and some students would report seeing Miles nearby but there wasn’t any correlation…

That was the beginning, just a simple joke. It wasn’t until it was your turn did it become the curse.

You were sitting on the bleachers inside the school gym. Watching as Miles and his friend played basketball at lunch. At the same time, you were chewing gum and fixing your makeup. 

Two girls were sitting a couple rows below you. Giggling and whispering as they watched the game. It wouldn’t have mattered if it wasn’t for one of them mentioning Miles. At that, you slammed down your compact mirror which drew the attention of those two girls.

They looked up at you with a puzzled look. You just give them a smile. Once they turned around you rolled your eyes and popped your gum as loud as you could. One of the girls finally got mad and stood up. She turned around and looked you up and down.

Raising an eyebrow she asked, “What is your problem?”

“Nothing” you sang. 

“Listen. We all know you and Miles are close and all but he wouldn’t go out with a skirt wearing freak like you.” She yelled, gaining the attention of all the students around you three. Her friend whispered to her to stop it.

With a quick glance up and down her outfit, you bursted out laughing. Making the girl even more angry and the students around you confused. You fakes whipped a tear away from your eye before leaning down. “Listen. I’m not the skirt wearing freak around here when you’re here. If I wanted your opinion then I would have asked for it. You could ask him out all you want, it won’t happen though.”

Mouth wide open she looked back at him. She finally had enough when she saw the smile on his face. She grabbed her stuff and dragged her friend out of there. Groaning about your attitude or something. 

The game quickly continued but Miles didn’t care. He made his way up towards you and sat next to you. He grabbed your gatorade and took a drink of it. “That was hot,” he said in between sips. 

You raised your eyebrow at this. “Really? That was actually really mean of me…”

“Maybe,” he looked at you. “But it's still really hot. Although, don’t suggest asking me out to other people, prettyboy.”

You both laugh at these memories from time to time. Watching how all four of them still struggle everyday. Gaining more bad luck then if they were to walk under a ladder. Truly, making it the school’s curse. 

#x male reader #x male y/n #x reader #fem boy reader #spiderman x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv x male reader #atsv x reader #miles x male reader #miles morales x male reader #miles morales x reader #miles x femboy reader #venuscrashed

[oreosmilkshakes]

Just a Mask

Pairing: Court ‘Six’ Gentry x reader

Fandom: The Gray Man

Word Count: 2,586

Warnings: Bad writing, horribly translated Japanese and Tagalog ( I deeply apologise), minor violence,

A/N: Here is my contribution to this fandom :D Terrible writing, really went off track but oh well. Enjoy and comments are appreciated! :D

Taglist: NIL

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Obedience was never [Name]’s strongest suit. In fact, obedience was never a part of her. Not even when her life was in the greatest danger. Her parents didn’t exactly care, so why should she? For the past few years of her life, she had been moving around the world, staying at so many houses. None lasted long and the reason Chichi gave was that Haha wanted to see the world.

Bulllllshit

[Name] knew there was more than what the eye could see but never bothered to listen. Her most recent residence was the Philippines and she was alone. The best part was that she was finally alone with her parents in another country. There was also a ‘bodyguard’. Notice the air quotes? He was more of a pest than a bodyguard. ‘[Name], you can’t do this,” ‘ or ‘[Name], you can’t do that,” ‘. All because she could be in potential danger at every turn or whatever bullshit that was, [Name] didn’t bother to listen to her father’s warnings.

Six stood obediently in the corner, surveying eyes scanning the large windows for any signs of danger. [Name] squinted her own eyes, trying to read him. But just like the past hundred tries, it was useless. Six almost never talked. The way he talked was through his actions and even if [Name] tried to initiate a conversation, it was nothing more than one or two words. Eventually, she gave up. At first, Six knew just how much of a trouble she was. The sneaking out, the over-partying and over-drinking, the disobedience. Oh, that got Six worked up. He despised disobedience and several times, he wanted to put [Name] in her place, to force her to abandon that bratty nature and for once, listen to him.

It did come with perks though, inclusive of the money. He would find gifts in his room, supposedly from [Name]. It came in many forms. A new jacket, some shirts or a cheeky little good luck charm. He also would take note of the times he and [Name] had a proper conversation and her body language told him so, so many things. Six knew the signs but chose to ignore it for the sake of his job.

However, that was almost a year ago. The pay grew and so did [Name] on Six. Although her bratty nature stayed, he did notice a slight change over the past year.

[Name] threw a piece of unopened gum to Six, who caught it on reflex. “Got you the watermelon one and don’t worry, nothing happened while I was at the konbini,” She sent a wink his way. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

“Good to know you always remembered,” And he took note of the redden ears and dusty pink cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m heading off to bed. Oyasumi, shik-su,” (Goodnight, Six)

[Name] gave him a lazy wave, shutting the door behind her. Court scoffed lightly, fingers fiddled with the aluminium wrapper. He was careful to unwrap the gum, the burst flavour of watermelon coated his tongue at the first chew as he folded the wrapper and stuck it in his trouser pocket. Six got to his nightly routine with a flashlight in hand and a hidden knife strapped to his waist.  

Meanwhile, [Name] was on her chair, attention fixated to her phone with thumbs moving across the lower half of the screen.

[Name]: Party tonight at The Sin?

[Kai]: Hell yeah!

[Jasmine]: I’m totally for it

[Name] didn’t waste any time, getting dressed in her best clothes. The planning and the dressing was the easy part. But sneaking out? She knew every little noise she made would grab Six’s attention. So, she had one chance to get this right.

Looking up, there was an upper window that led to freedom. It would be a squeeze but she could do it. Grabbing her vanity chair, it was placed against her book rack. With focused eyes and a habitual tongue out, [Name] climbed her chair, using the shelving of the book rack to push herself up. She stuck her head out first, shimmying out the window as quietly as she could. However, she failed to plan how she was going to land so the next best thing, forcibly, was the bushes.

Swallowing, [Name] squeezed her eyes shut and fell to the bush. The leaves rustled harshly and she had minimal time to escape. Scrambling to her feet, [Name] ran towards the outer wall, climbing over and dropping to the ground, narrowly missing the ray of light pointing in her direction. She smiled, running away from the danger of her own home and towards her motorbike.

The Sin was one of the few best clubs in the Philippines. The loud bass rang in her ears, the smell of sweat, and cologne almost made her gag but after a shot, the urge died down. A slap came down on [Name]’s shoulder. She turns to find Jasmine and Kai with the biggest grin on their faces.

“So? Is this another one of your ‘sneaking out’ days? I’m surprised your bodyguard didn’t catch you or whatever” Jasmine asked, pushing herself up on a stool. She gestured to the bartender for shots as Kai took a seat beside [Name].

“Mmhm, thankfully. It would suck if he did,”  [Name] grumbled, shots lined up in front of the trio.

Kai leaned in. “You’re here and that’s all that matters, yeah?!” He yelled, fighting against the harsh EDM music in the back. Both women cheered in approval.

Shots after shots, drinks after drinks and soon, [Name] had almost succumbed to the alcohol. Kai was nowhere to be found, probably dancing with some bloke on the dancefloor. Jasmine was flirting with someone at the bar, [Name] couldn’t really see who it was and  were heading to the restroom to try and sober up. She pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit room. Even with the door closed, the music was pounding on the walls. She stood in front of a sink, turning the faucet to let the water run with hands cupped to catch the water. The sensation of the cooling water was enough to put [Name] at ease, slowly snapping back enough to reality to realise that, oddly enough, she was probably alone in the restroom except with an occupied cubicle (she thinks).

[Name] let out a heavy sigh and a silent curse under her breath, splashing more water onto her face. The faucet creaked close as she gripped the edge of the sink. Sometimes, she hated the aftermath of each party. A hand slid into her pocket to retrieve her vape.

Bringing the tip to her mouth, [Name]  took a deep puff, humming lowly under her breath with her eyes closed. She exhaled slowly, the scent of watermelon in the air. The cubicle door squeaked open, heavy footsteps approached the sinks. took another puff of the vape, slowly exhaling with eyes fluttering open.

The occupant of the cubicle held a gun up to her head and [Name] tensed.

“What-,”

“Shut up,”

A hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing just enough to almost cut off air from her lungs. The vape dropped from her hands to grip the man’s hand in an attempt to ease up the force. But her actions were futile as the barrel of a gun was pressed to the small of her back.

“Move. We’ll make this quick. Try anything and I will kill you,” He hissed, forcing [Name] forward. [Name] gasped, swallowing hard as she made her way out of the restroom. The hand around her throat loosen a little but the gun was still very much pressed against her back.

“Move!” The mercenary growled and [Name] nodded shakily. Eyes shifted around the club, hoping anyone would notice them in peril but all were either too distracted or too intoxicated to notice. She couldn’t find Jasmine or Kai anywhere and [Name] could only hope that they were not in danger.

The cool outdoor air was like a smack to the face. The mercenary was good at acting normally, leading [Name] away from the prying eyes of the scattered people loitering outside the club. A black van, ironically, [Name] noted, was parked a short distance from the club.

“Go,” He grunted, nudging them with the gun.

“Okay..okay..,” [Name] approached the van and the back door swung open. The mercenary shoved the back of his gun to her head harshly, a loud yelp escaping her lips as a black bag covered her spinning view. [Name] blacked out, diving deep into the unknown.

When [Name] came to be, the first thing she realised were hushed voices and the musky smell of the room.

"We have the girl. When the hell are we getting the money?," One whispered, hushed.

"Soon. What we can do now is try to..not kill the asset. But, I don’t think he minds a little scratches and bruises here and there, don’t you think?” Another replied with a light tone in his voice, as if he found all this amusing.

[Name] groaned lowly, lifting her head as the spinning came to a stop.

“Welcome back to us, princess,”

She lunged forward with a growl, the chair pulling her back.

“Don’t call me that, gesu yaro!” (Asshole)

Mercenary A (A for Asshole), let’s call him that, just laughed.

“Very feisty, this one. I like feisty,” He raised a hand, the back of it coming down harshly on [Name]’s poor, delicate cheek. She yelped, head turned from the impact. The skin burned, the bottom lip caught between her teeth as she forced her tears back.

Instead, a low laugh left her lips, looking up slowly.

“Is that the best you got?” She knew this was a bad idea, provoking the enemy but her time with Six had been very helpful indeed.

She spat at mercenary A’s shoes, grinning.

“Whatever it is you want, you won’t get it. He’s coming..He’s coming for you,”

Smack!

“Manahimik!,” (Shut up!)

A grunted with B pulling him back. [Name] let a few tears slip, feeling warmth trickling down her nostril. Had he smacked her so hard that it popped her nasal membrane? The red stained her lips a little, leaning back. She barely had enough time to recover before the back of A’s gun landed against the side of her head again. This time, she was knocked out cold properly.

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[Name] came to be again, this time, waking to an empty room. The smell was still the same, except with a tinge of iron from the damp blood.

“Fuck,” She hissed, lifting her head a little to look at the door.

Bang! Bang!

The loud shots frightened her, jumping a little in her seat. Was that him? Was that Six? [Name] felt her heart sore knowing her crush–erm..bodyguard was here. Screams and groans and the sound of death was growing closer. She could hear heavy thudding, probably indicating bodies dropping like flies. The back of her mind wondered just how many goons were here but forced the thought away.

The door slammed open and hit the wall with a loud clunk. [Name] gasped softly, big, watery eyes studying Six’s dim silhouette under the low light.

“Six..,”

“[Name]..fuck..,” He had a hand on his side, seemingly wounded in the process of getting to his asset. Six grunted lowly as his knife cut through the tight bonds. Without hesitation, [Name] had her arms around Six’s neck, hugging him tightly. Six gritted his teeth, the sharp pain of the wound in his side irritated by the contact.

“I’m so..so glad to see you,” She pulled away, a hand resting on the side of his neck while she scanned his form for injuries.

Aside from the bloodied clothes, she noticed a..about 15cm tear across the white-turned-red fabric. She gasped, the cut looked long but not deep.

“You’re hurt!” She moved his jacket aside.

“It’s not deep. I’m fine,”

“Six, we have to treat it. Come on,” [Name] grabbed Six’s hand, leading him out of the room. His arm wrapped around her head, pushing her face into his shirt.

“Six-,”

“Don’t look,” He murmured, guiding the woman past the dead bodies and to the humid world. She pulled away, spotting her bike.

“You-,”

“Yes,” Six replied immediately. Shaking her head, it was her turn to guide them to safety. She didn’t exactly know how hardy Six was in terms of enduring pain but she was going to assume that of a normal, average man.

[Name] grabbed the helmet.

“Wear this,”

“[Name]--,”

“No! I said wear it. Don’t even try to fight back,” She snapped, not taking any bullshit from Six. A loud sigh left his lips and he could only obey. She started the bike, with Six seated behind her, a strong, tight arm around her abdomen as the bike raced back home.

Six didn’t know what to expect next. He knew he had to patch up his wound, which was by now, alright. It was just stinging but that’s it. He could patch a light knife wound like this. He sustained worse injuries but here he was, seated on a dining chair with his jacket hung behind and a part of his shirt lifted up. Before him was [Name], eyes narrow but attentive as hands professionally moved to patch the wounds up.

“Where did you learn to do this?” Six mumbled the question. Her eyes flicked up to his handsome face and then down to the large gauze.

“I attended medical school before Chichi pulled me out. Didn’t tell me why but I just went with it. I had a feeling it was something to do with his ‘business’, “ She crumpled the trash, setting it aside. Her hand reached into the pail of water, taking out a wet cloth to squeeze out the excess bit of water.

“I always suspected that Chichi and Haha had some funny business with some funny people. Why else would they hire you?” [Name] continued, taking one of Six’s hand in hers. Her movements were gentle as she cleaned the blood off his fingers and knuckles, a soft smile on her lips.

“I know how people perceive me. As either brave or stupid, am I right? I guess it’s just a facade..a mask for who I really am..,” She trailed off, dipping the cloth back into the pail. As she squeezed the water out again, blood now replaced the clarity of the water.

“I’m sorry about today, Six. I really am,” Her fingers gently stroked the unwounded part of his clean hand. Her eyes met with Six’s and for the first time in her year with him, she could read his emotions. Her smile went big, turning back down with a soft laugh as the cloth moved around his bloodied hands. The cloth was rinsed again and this time, she paid attention to the mess on his face, faces so cloth she could smell the lingering watermelon scent on his lips

Six visibly tensed, not used to such fragility. [Name]’s thumb gently caressed a rough spot on his jaw, setting the cloth back in the pail. She leaned in with fingers under his chin, planting a soft kiss to his cheekbone.

“All done. I hope you can forgive me, shikshu-chan,” She winked, leaving with the pail in hand.

Six looked down at his wound, the dressing was tight and good. He slumped back, sighing heavily.

What has he gotten himself into?

#the gray man #Sierra six #Sierra six x reader #court gentry #court gentry x reader #Ryan gosling #Sierra Six x you #Court Gentry x you #Court Gentry imagine #Sierra Six imagine

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Mutual Desire - Chapter 15

*Warning - Adult Content*

The music played at low volume couldn't compete with the dead silence that now reigned in the elevator. 

Damien Clark confidence had suddenly soared as if it had never appeared. 

He felt that this elevator was a spider's web, that he was the fly and Alexander Nabokov represented the multi-legged, hairy animal. 

An unreal beauty of a spider. 

Damien remained as motionless as a statue. 

He didn't even dare lift a finger to press the button that would take him to the floor where Nick's office was. 

As if it was a crime to carry out the slightest movement in the elevator. 

In the nervous way he was feeling, Damien felt he had caught an odd phobia of elevators.

Pathetic.

"You seem tense."

The Russian man's deep, low-pitched voice resounded behind Damien who maintained his head cautiously lowered to not see Nabokov's reflection displayed on the elevator doors. 

Damien also made sure to have a significant distance between them to intentionally avoid any contact.

What was up with the remark?

Nabokov's words confused the hell out of Damien. 

How could he perceive that Damien was tense when he had only Damien's back in his field of vision? 

Damien thought his body language was probably betraying him, since he was obviously tense. 

Extremely tense. 

And so anxious that it was his poor chewing gum that was currently suffering the consequences.

"Ah... no," Damien could only answer at the Russian man's presumption.

Damien was praying for the doors to open as quickly as possible. 

The seconds seemed like years. 

He was barely managing to breathe, behaving like a person suffering from claustrophobia.

"Am I making you nervous?"

Where the hell were these questions coming from?

Damien swallowed with difficulty. 

He had no idea what to answer but he knew that remaining silent would be considered as a positive answer to Nabokov's question.

"No."

If he had a minimum of courage, Damien would ask Nabokov to provide him of a reason why he asked him that sort of question. 

And if he had been able to regain the reckless audacity that he had two days ago, Damien would have gone as far as returning grimly the question to the Russian man.

 But Damien's unusual impertinence, which inevitably appeared in the intimidating man's presence was nowhere to be seen. 

As if being trapped in this elevator for a short while had cut off Damien's sarcastic tongue.

‘Pull yourself together, man.’

"Then why am I talking to your back and you're not turning to look at me?" Nabokov asked, the harsh tone of his voice bordered on annoyance.

It was the first time that the intonation in Nabokov's hoarse voice had betrayed his emotion.

And that only increased Damien's nervousness but strangely it also stimulated his cheeky side.

"That's not stopping us from talking, right?" Damien retorted, slightly irritated.

Damien's eyes still hadn't turned away from the floor, as if he was talking to it. 

He had no intention of lifting his head and even less turning to glance at Nabokov.

"When speaking to someone, it's a bit unpleasant that the person avoids looking at his interlocutor."

Nabokov's grave voice sounded so firm that it produced a ball of nervousness to appear in Damien's belly. 

Damien swallowed nervously his saliva, chewed his gum with unusual speed but engaged in no movement to lock eyes with Nabokov.

"Turn around and look at me, Damien," Nabokov sternly and calmly ordered.

The Russian man's voice tinkled loudly in Damien's ear, who had the disagreeable sensation of his heart coming out of his chest. 

He took a breath and didn't try to veil the irritation on his face. 

He gradually turned to Nabokov and inevitably faced him, as his confidence suddenly returned. 

When he turned completely, the Russian's surreal face gave him a shock. 

His beauty was far too much for this world but despite that, Damien's confidence remained.

"Happy?" Damien said with a bitter and arrogant smile.

Nabokov stared at him with that utterly impassive expression, as if he was bored.

"Where are you going?" Nabokov asked nonchalantly.

Damien raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think that's any of your business," Damien retorted dryly.

It took some time but Damien's confidence had come back and seemed like it wasn't going to leave anytime soon. 

Damien's insolence seemed to finally obtain the effect that Damien wished. Nabokov's face tightened and his burning gaze intensified.

Damien made the handsome Russian react. 

Finally.

"It's funny that you're saying that considering that you are in my building, standing in my elevator. I would think it's a bit of my business," Nabokov replied, the tone of his voice low and cold.

The look that Nabokov gave Damien with the intonation of his harsh voice disconcerted Damien, notwithstanding his confidence. 

Damien had the impression that the Russian man's overwhelmingly dominating aura was taking entirely hold of the elevator and that it was suffocating him. 

He realized that no matter how many times he acted like a sarcastic smart ass, he would never be qualified to compete with Nabokov's blatant dominance. 

It was simply a lost cause.

"I'm going to the fifteenth floor," Damien answered dryly.

"And?" Nabokov asked, arcing an eyebrow.

"Heading to go see Nicolas."

Nabokov's face softens slightly.

"Oh. That's perfect, then. You'll be able to tell him I made some decisions and unfortunately his software didn't make the cut."

Damien's breathing stopped instantly. 

He couldn't tell how many seconds or even minutes he stayed without taking a breath and observing Nabokov without blinking. 

Damien experienced the strange feeling that he had exit out of his body and was staring like a helpless spectator, the terrible nightmare that was unfolding in the elevator, without being able to do anything about it. 

Though he had understood the Russian man's words, Damien still couldn't absorb the information he had just obtained. 

Nabokov had confirmed his worst fears. 

He was going to take his revenge on him through Nick.

‘Son of a bitch.’

Damien's disdain for him had mounted up a notch when he thought it impossible. 

The death silence and Damien's gaze on Nabokov persisted. 

Damien had no clue of what to say. 

But what could he say to him? 

What could he do?

 Beg?

‘Like hell I will. Over my death body.’

Damien knew it's exactly what Nabokov expected of him and it was out of the question for Damien to give Grey-Eyes the honor of getting what he wanted. 

Damien was in the process of opening his mouth without really knowing what would come out when the elevator doors opened on the floor that Nabokov was planning to go. 

But the Russian man didn't go down and there was no one waiting for the elevator on the floor. 

The doors closed and Damien immediately opened his mouth.

"I won't be telling him anything of the sort."

Nabokov raised his eyebrows to express his astonishment.

"I thought the news would be easier to swallow if it came from you but alright then."

"I'm not going to tell him anything because I know that it's not the case," Damien answered with a confident smile.

"What isn't the case?" Nabokov asked, tilting his head a little, with a frown.

"That Nick's software didn't make the cut."

The gleam in Nabokov's eyes seemed amused.

"Please, tell me what made you come to that interesting conclusion," ‘Grey-Eyes’ asked, the amusement in his voice detected.

"You're a millionaire I naturally imagine," Damien asked, although he knew the answer.

"Billionaire," Nabokov replied indifferently.

"So being a billionaire, you used your intelligence to get where you are now. So, I assume you are a witty man. And if you really are, you're not going to let a little incident between us stop you from pocketing millions."

For the first time, the Russian man's face lit up with a faint smile, without exposing his teeth. 

His eyes soften but the intensity remained.

"Oh? I see. You think I'm trying to get some sort of revenge?" Nabokov asked the amusement in the tone in his voice returned.

Damien didn't break the condescending mask on his face, his silence and his smile answering the question.

"That's quite presumptuous of you, don't you think, Damien?"

"Yes. But true, right?" Damien replied quickly.

Nabokov was silent for a moment, his gaze finally turning away from Damien's face to rest on Damien's body that he examined from chest to foot and then redirected his attention to Damien's haughty face. 

This analysis of his body by Nabokov made Damien awkwardly uncomfortable, as if Nabokov's eyes had the power to perceive through his clothes. 

It was the very impression that Damien had from Nabokov's inexplicable scan at his body.

"What if it was just a coincidence?" Nabokov said at last.

"I don't believe in coincidences. Everything happens for a reason," Damien answered instantly, as if he had predicted the question.

With his eyes, Nabokov smiled at Damien and took two steps towards him. 

The faces of the two men were now only a few millimetres away. 

They were so close that if one of them moved just a little, their lips would touch. 

The two men stared at each other with such intensity and challenged that anyone who witnessed this scene would have the impression they were the worst enemies in the world ready to fight at any moment.

"Then, allow me to prove you wrong, Damien."

Damien felt Nabokov's breath on his face. 

And ironically, his breath smelled of coffee. 

Despite this threat on his part, which strangely had unexpected reactions on Damien's body, the face of the dominant man was softened thanks to his slight smile which, with his eyes illuminated this elevator and his face.

"Please, try," Damien challenged.

The grey-eyed man's smile grew bigger and if only he knew how much more stunning he appeared when he stretches the muscles of his mouth, he would do it more often but Damien doubts Nabokov really gives a crap about the whole beauty and smiling thing.

"I have to admit I kind of like your confidence, Damien."

Damien drew a little pretentious smirk on his face, before bending over so that his mouth was close to Nabokov's right ear. 

This position seemed far too intimate and Damien realized it too late.

"And I have to admit that I kind of like the cologne you're wearing, Alexander," Damien murmured.

When Damien jerked his face back to face Nabokov, he saw a glimmer of light that he couldn't describe in Nabokov's eyes. 

The Russian man's glare had intensified even more and a grin was displayed on his red lips. 

The doors of the elevator opened on an unknown floor and Damien decided to have the last word. 

He turned and got off the machine, without a last look at Nabokov, while a few people who were waiting entered. 

While walking, Damien strangely felt that Nabokov intense eyes were still scrutinizing him, like he had never got out of the elevator. 

This man seemed to torment him by the minute and Damien didn't know how to go about handling it.

[cherubinas]

#theoldguardedit #the old guard #joe x nicky #listen. this little scene? 49 frames #never in my LIFE have 49 FRAMES made me THIS INSANE! #i will NEVER not go crazy over it #it's the cheeky smile while chewing gum! #just bc nicky looked at him! #it's nicky looking away with a tiny smile on his lips!!!!!!!!!!!! #it's the casualness of it all!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i can't explain it i'm just unhinging! #marwan and luca gave us everything even when they didn't have to!!!!!!!!! #insanity luvs! #cherubinas*

[bubblyhoney]

cheeky

warnings: lAnGuAgE, suggestive reference, a buffy quote

tags: sapnap x reader

words: 1248

A/N: first fic about our beloved snappy in the books! hope you guys like. :)

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“God, I love corporate America,” you sigh, stopping in your tracks. Sapnap nearly runs into you with the cart and makes a squeak noise, prompting you to turn.

“What does that even mean?” He grumbles, maneuvering past you and towards the produce section. You trail after him, swiping a carton of oatmeal raisin cookies on the way and dropping it into the front basket of the cart.

“It means if Publix was a person I’d suck their—,” is all you get out before he’s slapping a hand over your mouth.

“There are children.” He looks genuinely concerned and you laugh, mouthing at his hand behind your mask. It drops to the handle.

“Don’t be such a grumpy pants, baby.” You sling an arm around his wide shoulders, slumping into his side as he shuffles forward.

“I don’t want to be awake right now, much less grocery shopping.” His voice is slightly more nasally right now, attributed to his inability to remember to take his allergy medicine. “I’m only doing this for you.”

For someone who just said something cute, he looks awfully displeased.

“Such a good sport,” you coo, rubbing your head at his shoulder.

“Where’s the list?” He straightens and pats at his pockets.

“I have it!” You pull it from your back pocket and pass it to him, supplying a slightly... chewed pencil as well. He gives you a weird look but moves to cross off number 6: cookies. An essential.

“You wanna tag team this?” He suggests and you raise your eyebrows, wiggling them. “Jesus, Y/N,” he sighs, like being your boyfriend is the hardest job in the world. “Just go get the milk and eggs while I get the produce. Can you do that?”

You pout under your mask. “I guess,” you say, and trundle off towards the dairy aisle, Sapnap's borrowed slippers slapping on the tile.

When you return, a loaf of whole grain bread tucked under your arm and a carton of 12 grade A’s in one hand, Sapnap is decidedly happier. In fact, he’s humming the Elmo song. Weird choice, but you don’t question it as you drop the items down carefully into the cart.

“What’re you eating?” You ask, leaning in to sniff him. He tugs down his mask and pops a green grape into his mouth, pulling it back up as he chews obnoxiously loud. “Pass me one, daddy.”

He chokes, coughing once and swallowing, before tugging a grape from the package in the cart and passing it to you.

“You have to stop doing that,” he mutters, but grabs your hand in his and places it around his shoulders. You hum, chewing, and lean into his neck.

“What else is on the list?” Your voice is soft, much calmer and casual after his change in attitude. The paper emerges from his pocket and he uncrumples it, eyes scanning over once.

“Saran wrap, pink lemonade, sliced turkey, tortillas, mozzarella, lettuce—oops.” He scribbles lettuce out with the pencil. “Um, jalapeño chips, sparkling water, and frozen burritos. Of the Hot Pocket variety, specifically.” He passes the list over to you and pulls another grape to toss it into his mouth. “I think we should invest in a cheesecake too.”

“Your brain is so big.”

“Yeah? You like that?” He glances at you and pushes the cart forward with a jerk, mounting it swiftly and gliding past a bubble of teenagers who look on, equally confused and amazed at an adult riding a Publix cart. You shake your head, following slowly after.

“Okay, I’m actually having fun now.” You can see the grin in his eyes as you catch up near the chip aisle. He ducks into the aisle, snagging a bag of jalapeño Ms. Vicky’s and dropping it into the cart.

“Good,” you muse, poking his side. “And how does it feel being the hottest person at Publix at ten at night?”

He shoots you a questioning look but considers your question as he drops another bag of chips onto the lettuce.

“Feels good, actually,” he decides and swings out into the flow of traffic, nearly rolling over the foot of an elderly person. He apologizes quickly and you can just barely see his cheeks flush pink over the hem of his mask.

You two make your way through the list efficiently, sometimes not-so-efficiently taking five minutes to decide if coconut or mango sparkling water is better. Coconut tastes like the smell of the all-purpose spray cleaner at home, but you accede. A thing or two is added to the list: cheesecake, upon his request, and two bottles of aloe vera lube. (“There’s a sale, babe! Would be a crime to not stock up.”) The cashier doesn’t give a second thought to the last items as they scan it, but you two giggle like teenagers.

“Ah,” Sapnap sighs, tugging off his mask and leaning forward to push the airflow of the AC directly at his face. Cool air blasts the interior of your car and you thank every holy being in existence for modern air conditioning.

“Florida sucks ass.” You move your head slowly next to the vent, tilting like a rotisserie chicken. “I can’t believe Dream got you to stay.” Passing him a stick of gum, you shove your own piece into your mouth and slide the middle console closed.

“Me either,” he hums in agreement.

“Good your way, baby?” You ask, shifting the car into reverse and easing back. He mhm’s and you slide out of the parking spot easily. The parking lot is getting busier, however late, and you maneuver between the groups of adults shopping and teenagers loitering near the cart bays.

“Dibs on the AUX,” he announces and reaches for the cord.

“Okay,” you say as Kids by MGMT starts with a flutter of sound. “Price is a kiss on my lips.” Your car lurches to a stop at a red light and you tilt your face towards him expectantly. Sighing, he leans forward and presses a single kiss to your lips. Mm.

“That’s it?” You pout, lip jutting out. He grips your jaw in his hand, only centimeters away, and rubs at it with a thumb.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” he breathes, but kisses you once more (with feeling). You close your eyes and lean into it, tongue slipping between your lips and barely touching his.

A loud honk interrupts you and you jerk away, eyes wide and looking up at the light. It’s green, you realize, raising a hand in apology to the person behind you, and kick the car into gear.

“You haven’t done that since high school,” Sapnap grins and sits back in his seat. You move a hand to his leg, glancing at his face with a similar smile.

“Done what? Kiss you?”

“No.” He rolls his eyes. “Missed a green light while kissing me.”

“Mm,” you agree. “I remember red lights being a popular destination.” Squeezing at his thigh, you slide him a look and watch his cheeks flush. He just shakes his head, leaning on his elbow against the door with his hand on his jaw.

The car idles into a stop and the glow of the red light reflects on the hood of your car. You shift slightly in your seat, raising your eyebrows and giving him a pointed look.

“Don’t even think about it.” He turns towards the window but you catch a glimpse of a smile from underneath his fingers.

Cheeky.

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[looooooooomis]

F I N A L  G I R L  |  F O U R

You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   f o u r  |  k e y s

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 4.4k warnings: angst, s m u t, some more s m u t, teasing, finger-licking good billy boy, implied/referenced cheating, def not a healthy, functioning relationship (but like eh we persevere), some more s m u t. 

Despite your best efforts, the last few days had been miserable without Billy.

You hadn’t realized just how much of a routine he’d become over the last seven months, how much you’d both come to rely on each other and, fuck, did you miss him. You missed his smell, you missed that small little cheeky grin of his, you missed curling up beside him and feeling him over every inch of your skin. Your body craved for him in an almost primal way but, while you could live with denying your body its needs, it was your heart that hurt the most.

What was supposed to be a quick release for the two of you had never been that easy. You’d been in love with the idiot since freshman year, seen him through his various ups and downs and he’d seen yours, too. Which was precisely what made this entire situation that much harder. Not only were you dealing with your own heartache, but you were witnessing his, too.

Billy’s grief was more or less a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it sort of thing. Ever the stoic silent type, you hadn’t expected to see much of what he was feeling splayed out on that handsome face of his, but shocking even you, his regret was palpable. And each and every time those brown eyes met yours, that grief that was as clear as day struck you blind.

You’d tried telling yourself that it was for the best because, in all honesty, it was but that didn’t make the pain go away. Nor did it make you miss him any less. You were trapped in a vicious cycle of missing Billy, sticking to your guns, and worrying about him all at once.

God, you’d really fucked up with this one.

“You sure you’re okay?” Tatum asked, narrowing her eyes at you as you shoved a handful of books into your locker. “You’ve been scatterbrained all week.”

“I’m fine,” you shrugged, “why wouldn’t I be?”

“You tell me,” she leaned her hip against the locker. “Is this about Steve?”

You blinked as the question played on loop in your head. “Steve?” You asked, giving the strawberry blonde your full attention. “First of all, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart: ew. Secondly, huh?”

Tatum smirked. “Don’t play dumb, you’ve been acting all weird since Billy went psycho on his ass last week.”

“No, I haven’t,” you hoped your laugh didn’t sound as fake as it felt. “Also, Steve’s an asshole. If the day ever comes when I am interested in that big oaf, feel free to euthanize me.”

“Promise,” she made a motion of crossing her heart, “but in the meantime, you swear nothing is up?”

“Cross my heart,” you mimicked the gesture and shut your locker. “What are you up to after practice tonight? Want to go see that new Brad Pitt movie?”

Her shoulders fell. “Can’t, Stu’s coming over,” she unwrapped a lollipop and shoved it in her mouth. “I’d say ask Sid, but she got into it with Billy last night so she’s in a mood.”

You tried not to care, you really did, but her words hit you like a freight train. “They did?” You asked, hoping beyond hope that your voice didn’t sound quite as high pitched as it sounded in your head. “What happened?”

“Who knows,” Tatum shrugged, “Billy’s always been a little intense and Sid’s been a little cagey since…well, you know – so, it’s bound to happen.”

You swallowed hard and continued to nod along to Tatum’s words. Were you nodding too frequently? Did you appear too interested all of the sudden? Catching yourself, you focused on the leftover gum on the locker just behind your friend’s head and cleared your throat. “That’s shitty.”

“Relationships,” Tatum waved off, “they’re all pretty shitty sometimes.”

Before you could finish putting your foot in your mouth any further, the third bell rang out signaling your next class. Your most dreaded class: Biology. With a groan you tossed your bag over your shoulder and frowned across at Tatum. “See you at practice?”

With a nod, Tatum took off towards her class as you slowly sauntered towards your own. You were halfway down the hall when you heard a set of heavy footfalls running towards you from behind. Glancing over your shoulder, you barely had time to register Stu’s smiling face before he threw an arm around your shoulders. “How ya doing, pal?”

“Peachy,” you scraped your eyes along his profile and blinked. “If you’re about to play the rule of dutiful henchman for you know who, I’ve got a class to flunk.”

“Harsh,” Stu beamed, “I see why our boy’s so smitten.”

With a roll of your eyes, you glanced around at the people around you and glowered up at him. “Stu,” you warned, “I’m not in the mood for this.”

“For what?” He feigned innocence. “I haven’t said a word.”

“But you want to,” you mused. “And I don’t want to hear it.”

Stu chuckled. “All I was going to say is, like, I get it.”

You shouldn’t have taken his bait. What you should have done was push him off of you and continue on your merry way to class. That would have been the smart thing to do, the responsible thing to do.

Too bad you were neither of those two things.

Roped in, you sighed in defeat. “Get what?”

“I’ll be the first to admit,” he began, “when Bill told me that you and him were…you know, I laughed. I mean, two broads, man? I can barely handle the one how’s he going to deal with two of you?”

“I’m hoping there’s a point coming,” you groused.

“Right,” he laughed again, “my point is that I get it. I get why you two work. Why he’s knee deep in this big fucking mess because of it. You two work.”

“Stu,” you threw your head back and glared at the ceiling. “Stop.”

“What?” He asked. “Am I wrong?”

You gently pushed him away from you and dropped your voice into a whisper. “That’s not the point. He’s with Sid.”

“So?” Stu made a face. “Her mom just died, what do you want him to do? Dump her and break her heart? Her mom just died, that’d callous, man.”

“We’re breaking her heart either way, whether she knows it or not.”

Stu stopped walking and there was a compassion in his stare that left you reeling. For as long as you’d known him, Stu Macher had always been the goof. The reckless, chaotic idiot that seemed to fit just perfectly into your little mish mash of a group. But the sincerity in his blue eyes as the two of you stood in the emptying hallway was a look you’d never seen before.

“And by doing this, you’re breaking yours.” He limply shrugged. “Billy’s, too.”

Your shoulders fell as the weight of Stu’s words sank in. You couldn’t exactly say much in terms of a rebuttal, naturally, because he was right. There were no happy endings for either of you at this point in the charade. Sid had still been lied to and cheated on, Billy was still trapped in a relationship he no longer wished to be in in fear of hurting the girl he once loved and you were stuck in the middle, watching two people you cared for fall to bits while having to remain stoic in fear of showing your hand.

What a fucking mess.

After another minute of silence, Stu wriggled his eyebrows and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. “Just something to think about.”

Taking off down the hall, Stu left you to your own devices as you stood in the middle of an empty hallway with far too much on your mind. In an almost zombie-like trance, you took off in the direction of your biology class, not quite caring that you were about to be marked as tardy for the third time that week. But, before you got to that god-forsaken class, you heard the click of a door not far off before a pair of arms encircled around your middle, yanking you into the nearest classroom. A surprise yelp tore out of your mouth, but the full-fledged scream died in your throat as soon as you realized just who it was who had grabbed you.

“Jesus, Billy, you scared the hell out of me.” You grasped your chest and took in the dark, empty classroom around you. He was still holding you against the nearest wall, you could feel the heat of those large hands through your thin shirt. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Sorry,” despite the desperation in those brown eyes, his voice never wavered. It was still as calm and collected as ever. “I’d go to your house, but it’s been like Fort Knox for the last week or so.”

You chewed on your lip for a moment before averting your eyes to the ground, not quite being able to stomach the weight of his stare just yet. “Billy, unless anything’s changed, I—”

“In case anything’s changed?” He reiterated with raised brows. “Everything’s changed. I miss you, Y/N, more than you can even comprehend. I know I’ve fucked up, I know that, but I need you. The last nine days without being able to really see you or feel you or kiss you or—”

“I get it,” you held your hands up and gently pushed him away. “And it’s been hard on me, too, Billy. But it doesn’t change anything.”

For a few, long, agonizing moments, Billy remained still as a thousand different emotions splayed out across his face. There was anger and grief, sadness and desperation. But the look you got as he dropped to his knees in front of you was pure, unadulterated fear. “I promise you, Y/N, the second I can, when the time is right, Sid and I will be no more. But me and you are it, sweetheart,” his hands gently circled around your hips before embracing you around your middle. “I’m so fucking sorry that this is how it has to be right now. And I’m sorry that I’m too fucking selfish to let this go, but I can’t. I need you. I need us. You’re everything good in my life and I know I need to start proving that to you.”

Still, you remained quiet. Your fingers itched to reach out and run your fingers through that slightly greasy, unruly mop of hair, but instead you kept them pinned down at your side as you considered his words. There was no doubt in your mind that he meant them, the desperation on his face said as much, but you had your reservations. Taking your silence in stride, however, Billy simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box.

Your heart nearly stopped.

“Oh, jesus,” you grumbled, burying your head in your hands. “You better not be doing what I think you’re fucking doing.”

“Open the box, Y/N.”

“No,” you held your hands up. “Not if it’s…that.”

Billy sighed. The muscle in his cheek twitched. “It’s not a fucking engagement ring.”

Somewhat relieved, you continued to stare down at the box in slight disdain. “So, what is it?”

Billy sighed. “Fucking open it and you’ll see.”

“Buying the ‘other woman’ jewelry, Billy?” You shook your head. “You’re like a walking cliché at this point.”

“Shut-up and open the goddamn box.” Standing up to his full height, he continued to hold the box out towards you and breathed out a quiet laugh when you remained unwavering. “It’s not a fucking bomb, Y/N, open it.”

With a sigh, you snatched the box out of his hand and, rather unceremoniously, opened it up to reveal a key. Not a fancy skeleton key or a charm in the shape of a key but a regular, run of the mill house key. You blinked, mildly surprised. “Okay, I’ll give you a point for creativity with the box,” you pulled the key out and observed it. “But what is it?”

“It’s a key,” Billy said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“I see that,” a small smile pulled at your lips as you looked across at him. “What’s it for?”

“It’s a key to my parents’ cabin.”

If you were meant to understand the significance, the story was lost on you. Looking back down at the key, you surveyed its tiny ridges briefly before nodding. “And what’s that have to do with me?”

He took a step towards you and grabbed the hand still clutching onto the key. “My dad doesn’t go up there much ever since my mother left and I figure we could both use a place where we can just…be.” His raked his thumbnail along your knuckles. “No Sid, no anyone. Just you and me.”

You were trying to remain unfazed by the sentiment, to remain icy and cool to the man you were supposed to be pulling away from, but between the softness in those warm brown eyes and the weight of the key still clutched in your hand, you could feel your defenses waning. “You expect Sid to just not care that you’re disappearing up north every once in a while?”

“I’ll make it work,” he shrugged it off. “And, to be honest, I don’t care what she thinks.”

Your answer came in the form of a long, drawn out sigh. “Billy,” you began, but before you could dive into the rest of your speech, his large hands slid up your arms and neck to cradle your face.

Slowly, he backed you into a nearby desk and traced the apple of your cheek with his thumb. “We can sneak up there whenever we want. Spend a whole weekend up there, just the two of us. I can worship this fucking body of yours in every square inch of that cabin. I can go into town and hold your fucking hand in public. We can do whatever the hell it is we want to do up there, whenever we want, without worrying about any of our idiot friends seeing us.”

Your pulse quickened at the thought of being able to parade around like a normal couple in a town where not a single soul knew who you were. You swallowed, trying to steady your excitement with a dose of realism. “It’s still not fair to Sidney.”

“Fuck Sidney!” Billy’s voice echoed out around the vast, empty classroom, alarming you with just how angry he sounded. His chest heaved with a white-hot rage that you couldn’t fully comprehend, and his jaw was wound shut as his nostrils flared with each and every heavy, uneven breath he took. You swallowed hard and watched the man steady his nerves, unsure of your next move. You’d seen Billy angry before, but that level of emotion was definitely new.

You weren’t sure whether to be terrified or turned on by the sudden outburst.

But, just as quickly as it happened, Billy’s eyes slowly opened to reveal those molasses coloured eyes again. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he appeased. “But I can’t have her stand in the way of this. I won’t.”

You remained silent as you shimmied on top of the desk that had been poking into your ass for the last few seconds and tried not to focus on the way your body seemed to melt into Billy’s as he stepped in between your legs, still looking at you with all the intensity of the world.

“If we do this,” you found yourself muttering, “there’s going to be some ground rules.”

A sense of hope blossomed in Billy’s chest as he vigorously nodded his head. “Anything you want,” sliding his hands up the sides your stomach, he gently held your waist and gave it a small squeeze. “You name it.”

“When we go up to the aforementioned cabin, we go out.” You told him. “While I’m more than happy to blow you in the living room without worrying about your dad walking in, it would be nice to go on an actual fucking date.”

Billy nodded and, with his hands still on your waist, he tried not to focus on the thin cotton of your shirt bunching between his fingers as his thumb danced along your ribcage. There was so little between you in the empty classroom, barely any space as the two of you were practically nose to nose. And between that short little skirt you had on and your pert nipples beneath your thin tank top, it was enough to make his cock twitch inside of his pants. “Anything else?” He asked, his voice husky as he nudged his nose against yours.

“Yeah,” you ran your tongue along your now parched lips as you sat with Billy standing between your thighs, holding you in place as his thumb traced agonizingly close to your tit. Were you even breathing? It didn’t feel like it. You were wet, too, which made his inhumanly close proximity almost too much to bear. “Lock the fucking door this time.”

A roguish grin enveloped his features as he stepped out from between your legs. Crossing the threshold of the classroom in two seconds flat, Billy locked the door and made his way back to you with that same mischievous glimmer in his eye. His eyes were hungry and, as his hands shifted down to your ass, he tugged you even closer to the edge of the desk. Closer to him. With your legs still open and on either side of his hips, you just about died when your clit managed to rub against the zipper of his jeans.

A quiet, low moan tore out of your throat from the sensation.

“Anything else?” He asked, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” your breathing was ragged as Billy’s slow, methodical fingers, trailed up the side of your stomach. He was being extraordinarily temperate and slow to further tease you but, despite knowing how risky this was, you were putty in his hands. “Touch me.”

His nose brushed against yours again as he shifted his hips just enough for the zipper of his jeans to rub against your clit again. The bastard knew what he was doing.

“This feel good?” He asked as his hips toiled into you again.  

You were practically dry fucking against the desk, you could have been caught any second. But, fuck, when he pulled you in a little more and slowly gyrated his jean-clad pelvis against your clit again, you couldn’t care less. “Mhmm,” you hummed.

Slowly, Billy’s dept fingers slid up from your waist towards your breasts. Raking his thumb against the swollen bud, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the side of your neck.

He knew his jeans were rubbing against your clit and, as he looked down and saw the visible wet patch on your blue thong, he wanted nothing more than to rip them off of you and bury his face in between your legs. “God, I’ve fucking missed you.”

When his hand squeezed your breast, you arched into his grasp. “I bet you did.”

Billy smirked and rolled your nipples between his fingers through the fabric of your shirt. With every roll of your hips, the strap of your shirt slipped down just enough to expose your breast. Without missing a beat, Billy leaned into your chest and allowed his mouth to consume your nipple, swirling his tongue around it expertly before biting down. You hissed as a combination of both pain and pleasure ripped through your body.

Your fingers curled around the hair along the nape of his neck and gave it a firm tug as is hands held you firmly in place. “Fuck, Billy” you moaned, breathless.

He released your nipple slowly, nipping at it one final time before leaning his forehead against yours again. You wanted like hell to close the distance between you. You wanted to feel his lips on yours. Feel the tickle of his stubble along your upper lip and have that expert tongue brush against yours.

But you also wanted to make him sweat a little.  

You weren’t sure what had come over you as you slid your hand down your torso. Maybe it was adrenaline of being caught or the relief of having Billy in your arms again but as you allowed your fingers to dip beneath the hem of your exposed thong, the look on Billy’s face made it all worth it.

“What are you doing?” His Adams apple bobbed up and down as he watched you touch yourself. You were in an awkward angle, but as your finger circled your clit and you watched the bulge in his pants grow, you were coasting high.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” You hummed, feigning innocence. “When I say touch me, I mean it, Billy. I’m taking matters into my own hands.” You pinched your clit and arched your naked chest into him. “Fuck.”

You heard him swear under his breath as his lips ghosted over yours. “You’re doing my head in, woman,” he growled, sliding his fingers beneath your panties. You gasped when his thumb began to circle your clit. And when he slid two fingers inside of you, you nearly saw stars.

His mouth found yours, mid-moan. Reaching the hand that had just been down the waistband of your shorts, you ran your fingers through his hair as his tongue coaxed yours. Everything about this man was electric. His fingers quickened their pace and before you knew it, you were thrusting into his hand. Placing sloppy kisses down from your mouth and along your jaw, Billy nipped at your ear. “How’s this for touching you, sweetheart?” He hissed, licking and biting his way across your neck.

Your breathing was rampant as you felt yourself edging closer and closer. “It’s alright,” you teased with a cloudy grin.

“So stubborn,” he laughed into your neck and curled his fingers so that he hit an area inside you that felt almost primal. The moan he got in return made him bite down on your collarbone. He curled his fingers again and you nearly choked. “You sure?”

Pulling his hair, you steered his face back to yours and crashed your lips against his. “Fuck me.” You mumbled into his mouth.

He applied the smallest bit of pressure to your clit and flicked his fingers one final time, sending you over the cliff. With a long, shaky moan, you bucked your hips uncontrollably as you came into his hand. Every inch of you felt as though it was on fire as Billy made you ride out your orgasm, not for a second easing up on your clit as you writhed beneath him.

“Play with your tits,” he barked out through hooded eyes.

“You play with them,” you argued, but the resolve in your voice was gone. You weren’t entirely sure if you knew your name at that point. All you could focus on was the feeling of his finger pinching your highly sensitive clit and that was it. Everything else was a blur.

“God, you’re so fucking stubborn.”

You were so wet and so turned on you could barely think straight. “Billy,” you pleaded, your entire body heating up almost unbearably so. When he ignored you and instead continued his attack on your clit, you whimpered. “I need you to fuck me.”

With a bruising kiss, Billy released your clit and, in seconds flat, tugged his jeans far enough down his hips before slipping inside of you. The moan that escaped your lips was undeniable as he pumped into you. Reaching up, he grabbed your tit and squeezed as he bit down on your exposed neck. It was a sensory overload coming from all angles.

“Fuck,” Billy’s hoarse voice was in your ear as he pumped into you. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He reached for your face and tilted your chin up towards him, meeting you halfway with a sloppy kiss. Moaning into his mouth, you managed lose yourself in that instance.

Gone was the room around you.

Hell, gone was everything up until this point.

All you could focus on was the feeling of Billy inside of you. Biting down on his lip, you tugged it back as he rolled his hips in a way that made you quiver. He was thrusting, hard, in an almost animalistic that made your entire body shake with the velocity of every desperate push. He moved between kissing your lips, to biting them to suckling your neck as he continued to rail into you with all of passion in the world. He was a man, unhinged, and you weren’t sure if you’d ever seen him so sexy.

Not surprising in the least, it didn’t take him long to come. You’d riled him up to the point of no return and, as you felt him come inside of you, you all but laughed when his forehead dramatically fell against your own.

For a few minutes, neither of you moved, simply just remained still and firmly pressed against one another. But, as the weight of your current whereabouts slowly dawned on either of you, you both slowly pulled away from each other, both wearing a small smile as you re-dressed yourselves.

Once his pants were done up, Billy stepped into you once again and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Cabin this weekend, okay?”

You nodded and hopped down from the desk. “Yeah, maybe,” you teased, fixing your skirt.

Billy’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, maybe, eh?”

“Yeah,” you winked, “I’ll think about it.”

“Smart ass,” Billy smirked. “That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days.”

“I’m counting on it.” Once you were both fixed up, you nodded towards his hand which was still slicked with your juices. You laughed. “Oops.”

But Billy didn’t seem fazed. Instead, your breath hitched in your throat when he raised his hand to his lips and licked your slick clear off, relishing in the taste of it with a knowing smirk on his face. “This weekend.” He reiterated, driving the point home.

“This weekend,” you agreed, walking towards the door. Ensuring nobody saw the two of you leave an empty classroom together, you unlocked the door and gave Billy a small, knowing smile. “See you at lunch, lover boy.”

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[yuutasprincess]

can we get more baseball yuuta 😩🙏🏼

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Baseball yuuta who lingers on the field after practice, white pants stained green and brown to match the splotches of dirt covering his cleats that leave prints on the infield. he stands on the mound with squared shoulders and lurches his arm back to pitch towards home. the fence clatters and shakes when it connects and you have to blink away the dust in your eye from the fastball that’s wedged it’s way into the criss-cross metal. he lets out a strained breath and offers you a bashful grin as sweat pools at his temple under the rim of his cap. the field lights accentuate the warm tones of his face and the red rising to his cheeks when you skip down the stairs and maneuver through the dugout.

There’s a disarray of bats and spare balls, some gum wrappers and the spare glove he’s left in his bag. the field grows humid as the sky turns a deep shade of purple with each passing minute and your worry only grows with the shadows. “You’ll mess up your arm like that” the smile on his face leaves at your words, shoulders rolling once more in preparation for another pitch “I won’t” he gives you a reassuring glance at best yet you know his words hold no truth. his skilled fingers wrap around the ball and his index and middle find solace on the seams while his thumb lingers on the underside. a shaky breathe leaves his chewed up lips as his brings his arms back.

Another pang sounds throughout the field when the ball meets its mark where the catcher would be kneeling, “a four-seam” his eyes twinkle and catch the low lighting as a shadow stretches across the bridge of his nose. his face is flushed and wet with sweat, hair matted to his yellow tinted hat and permanent upturned eyebrows arched in shock at the speed of his throw. “Impressive” yuuta chuckles lowly at the gape of your mouth, lower lip smooth from the strawberry chapstick you had been applying earlier that drove him mad. he wonders if your lips taste as good as they look. the sole of his cleats dig into the pile of dirt where he stands proud, tongue darting out lick over his own lips as he glances at your awestruck face. “One more then we can go, promise” you nod at his words, because yuuta never breaks a promise.

He holds true to his word; one curve ball later and you find yourself seated on the low bench in the dugout. heels burning holes into the gravel beneath your feet as yuuta adjusts the sleeve on his arm. “I think I’m getting faster” he’s too humble for your liking. he’s already the fastest in his division. sure he throws some wild balls and not all hit the glove- but they all make your head spin when they fly by. maybe it’s not his pitch that makes your head spin.. maybe it’s him. with his slender fingers capturing the leather ball in his palm, thumb rolling the seam over in his hold as he exhales deeply, chest rising and falling as his forearms bulge. it’s attractive to say the least. even him taking his hat off makes you all hot and bothered; inky hair sticking to his forehead as he pushes back loose strands that cover his round eyes and touch his cheeks.

“Mhm, you’re pretty skilled” your pulse thrums at your words, lids growing heavy as he spills water onto his long fingers and rubs them together to wash away dust left behind. “Yea?” he picks up on the way your eyes flicker from his hands to his face and a cheeky smile spreads from cheek to cheek. his wrist shake so drops of water spill onto your pleated skirt that sticks to your warm thighs, “one more” you aren’t sure what he means but you hum in approval nonetheless. his knuckles brush your knee, tendons slipping between your legs as he parts them with ease, “then we can leave” another hum escapes your lips but this time it’s needier, you understand what he’s getting at. his ever so skillful fingers press into the cotton of your panties and prod at the soft part of your folds as he runs his index over your puffy lips. he hooks his thumb into the material to pull it aside in time with the arch of his back, lips meeting yours in a gentle lip lock as he sinks a digit into your warm cunt. his kiss is delicate in comparison to the rough arch of his finger.

The little skirt you had been prancing around in is now bunched at your hips so the heat of his body hits you, sweat from his practice hitting you through your shirt as he pushes impossibly close against you. his nose brushes your cheek as his lips linger over yours, breath hitting your heavy tongue as another finger prods at your entrance. they curl and scissor until the familiar wetness of your arousal reaches his knuckles, it’s easier to slip a third finger into your fluttering cunt and much much easier to make you writhe. his palm bumps your clit as he fingers you in the hidden dugout, voice escaping as you huff and puff when he bumps the spongy spot inside you that makes electricity spark. his hair tangles at his nape as his head twists and turns to try and kiss you deeper, nose flaring as he inhales deeply in an effort to keep your lips to his for as long as possible.

The sleeve sticks to his arms and curls at his elbow when he twists his wrist to hit the spot that makes you come undone. the ever so lewd squelching of your dripping cunt reaches his ears as he reluctantly breaks your kiss with a pleased look his face at the saliva keeping the two of you together, “close?” tipping his chin down he chuckles at the slick wetting your thighs. he knows you are. another laugh bubbles in his chest when your pink tongue lolls out and all he can of is home; home is where the heart is yet his is right here, on his knees hunched over between your thighs. the same rush of adrenaline he gets when running the bases hits him as you rut against his palm, “c’mon” sweat brims at your hairline when he snaps his wrist, fingers bending and spreading to press against your velvet walls in an effort to push you closer.

The white uniform clings to his skin when you loop an arm around his sticky neck to pull him down for another everlasting kiss. your thighs shake when his tongue invades your mouth, teeth nipping at your lower lip as his thumb bends to hit your clit. blood rushes to his cheeks when you chant his name like you have many times in the stands of his games, your tone breathless and pitched as you cling to him when your orgasm finally washes you away. his fingers curl one more time before slipping out of your clenching hole, hand coated in cum that glimmers in the fading lights “lets go home” yuutas gaze never leaves the beads of white rolling down his palm, and yours never breaks from the strained tent in his pants.

#can you tell I really like baseball yuuta #I made him a pitcher this time #pitcher yuuta >> batter yuuta #pitchers have so much spunk #I shouldve just made this a fic #I see... #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader

[babbushka]

Omg “Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?” and “I may or may not have left some….marks.” has suck biker!Kylo vibes. Love everything you write so I can't wait to see everything you bless us with this May

Anonymous said:  Ohhh, what about Biker gang!Kylo w/ possessiveness, marking and "Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me." I always get so excited for Sinday and all the fabulous writing you create. Ahhhh

2k, NSFW (big dom!Kylo, frottage at the mechanic shop, praise kink, oral fixation, finger sucking, fingering, spit as lube)

It takes him all of two seconds to recognize the look in your eye, when you come walking into his office at the shop for Kylo’s lunch hour. You’ve brought him takeout from his favorite deli, a big hero with all the fixin’s on it, and you’re right on time.

Kylo’s stomach growls, but he’s got a bad feeling that he won’t have much time to eat his lunch, because you’re smiling at him, a pep in your step, eager anticipation written all over your face you sit yourself down on top of his desk, greeting him with a cheeky sing-songy, “Hellooo honey!”

“Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?” Kylo folds his arms over his chest, looking you up and down, admiring your choice of outfit.

You always knew how to get him good, with your short skirt and low-cut top, covered up and yet revealing at the same time.

He’s going to give you what he wants, because he always will -- but he’s going to make you work for it, just a little.

“Please?” You bat your lashes at him, hope high in your chest.

You’ve been thinking about him all day, have been wanting him ever since he ate you out for breakfast before heading off to work. You weren’t always able to visit him during his lunch hour, but today you tried extra hard to make it happen -- you had gotten a taste of his pleasure and you weren’t finished yet.

Which is why you’re wearing what you’re wearing, hoping it’ll catch his eye and get him in the mood, seeing your tits practically spill out of your top, especially when you arch your back ever so slightly, pushing them out purposefully.

“I’m busy.” Kylo raises a defiant eyebrow, and you bite away a smile, knowing this game all too well.

“Then take a break.” You counter , and he glares, muscles in his jaw working tight.

His eyes rove over your body, stopping at the hem of your skirt. You’ve got your legs crossed, ankles swinging over the edge of his desk, and he can see straight through the little gap that you’re not wearing underwear. Another little move that you hope he’ll appreciate, such a sucker for easy access, you uncross your legs and re-cross them, giving him a flash of your pussy.

“You’re being a real fuckin’ brat right about now, you know.” Kylo’s ears start to turn red, and you grin, because that means he’s getting hard.

“Yeah but you like it.” Reaching out to caress his cheek, you lean forward to ghost a kiss over his mouth and twirl a lock of his hair around your finger, silky and soft from the shower that morning, “Don’t you? You like that I give you a run for your money.”

“Get over here.” He snaps his fingers, and you can barely contain your excitement at the instruction, hopping off the desk and instead sitting sideways on his lap.

Kylo recently renovated the shop during the winter slow season, and now his office was bigger than ever -- and all his own. He used to share it with the general manager, Gwen, which made things considerably more tricky in terms of when he was alone and could fuck you. But Gwen had her own office now, and Kylo’s door is locked, and you moan softly when he taps his blunt nails against your lower lip with a scowl.

"Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me." He orders, a pleased hum rising out of his throat when you open your mouth just wide enough for him to push them past your teeth, rubbing them against your tongue with a deep, “Atta’girl.”

You take your time, savoring the feel of the fingers in your mouth. They’re so big, two of them alone feels like too much, and you have to really keep your jaw open when he forces in a third. He’s wearing all his rings, they leave a metallic sort of taste in your mouth that has you moaning, your hands wrapping around his thick wrist to hold him in place.

Kylo loved watching you suck on him, whether it’s his cock his tongue his fingers, all of it makes his dick throb, and while you lap your tongue over his digits, you can hear the familiar jingling sound of his belt, of his groans. Sighing and whining, your thighs rub together, pussy wet from the anticipation, as he shifts you around to get a better angle.

“Are you gonna fuck me with your cock?” You peer up at him, kissing and drooling all over his fingers and palm, slicking him up. Not that you need it, you’re wet enough as it is, you just like to do what he says, you like when he’s happy that you’ve done a good job.

“Not today sweets, you’ll get my fingers or you don’t get anything at all.” He grunts, pulling his hand away from you, “I’ve got a big meeting today, I have to be sharp. Can’t be all fucked up from coming in this tight cunt.”

The belt must be just for comfort then, and even though it’s a little disappointing, you know he’s got a good reason.

“That’s okay, your fingers are more than enough for me.” You smile, lips swollen and tingling from all their hard work.

Kylo kisses you then, wanting his lips on yours, wanting to taste your spit straight from your mouth. You were chewing gum on your way over, and he can tell, the fruity flavor a reminder that you’re sunshine in a bottle, with the way you’re so good.

Kissing Kylo is one of your favorite pastimes, you could do it all day. There’s only about forty-five minutes left on his break, but you could do it for that whole time if he lets you. Maybe he will, you think, when his soaked hand nudges between your thighs, your own spit smearing on your skin as he pries your legs open.

“Such a good slut you are, look at this, not even wearing any panties.” He smacks your pussy lightly, making you suck in a breath and frown at him, as he continues, “Shouldn’t be going around town like a whore with this short skirt and no panties, someone could see how well fucked my girl is. What were you going to do if I came in you? Walk around with it dripping down your fucking thighs?”

“Yeah, and what about it?” You challenge, grinding your hips down against his palm, your hands clutching at his chest, trying to spread your legs wider as his fingers skim across your folds, not really giving as much pressure as you need.

“You’re so spoiled.” Is all Kylo can manage, before he’s plunging in the first two fingers, pushing them straight up into your cunt, making your grin drop open into the most pretty O.

If Kylo’s fingers felt big in your mouth, they feel huge in your pussy, thrusting up against your walls, stretching you. You don’t even bother to hide how good it feels, your head rolling back, pushing your chest into Kylo’s face, a silent demand that he anchor himself to you while you undulate on his lap.

He takes the hint, and latches his mouth to your cleavage, to the flesh that’s spilling out of your tight shirt. He moves up your neck, suckles there, eyes shutting closed as he focuses on pushing your slick back into your body where it drips onto his palm.

“Mm, Kylo,” You moan, your eyes shut too, savoring the feeling of his thumb on your clit, rubbing harsh circles in tandem with the fingers that crook against your front walls, searching for your gspot. “Another? I can take it, give me another.”

“Bossy.” Kylo grunts against your throat, biting sucking licking at the sweat that starts to bead there as you try your best to rock onto his hand.

You don’t have to respond to that, because he’s shoving that third soaked finger up into you too, stretching you further. It’s not as much as his cock would, but that’s because his cock is fucking huge -- huge and throbbing against his stomach where it’s wedged between your bodies.

“Oh --!” You yelp, when the third finger finally finds the spot that Kylo was searching for, but he quickly grabs your jaw with his other hand that’s been holding the back of your neck steady.

“I’m going to need you to be quiet for me sweets,” Kylo kisses your throat as he warns you, pushing and moving your face from the grip on your jaw he’s got to expose a broad expanse of your neck to him, “There’s shop boys and customers just outside this door, and I don’t want them knowing what we get up to in here.”

“Right there honey, oh fuck that’s good -- sorry sorry, I’ll be quiet.” You apologize around little moans and whimpers, the harsh grip of his hand on your jaw a reminder of just how strong he can be.

Your pussy clenches and throbs around those fingers as they thrust in and out of you, hitting that spot over and over again, fucking you rough and fast because there’s not much time now, not much time at all and you can feel the hot licks of pleasure traveling up your spine, starting to crest when he returns his thumb to your clit.

“I’m coming, fuck fuck -- oh!” You give him virtually no warning, but he doesn’t care, you’re positioned in a way that your come is only going to soak into the fabric of your skirt, it won’t get on his jeans.

Your orgasm hits strong at first, and then settles into something pleasant and warm. Eyeing the clock, you’re glad to see that there’s still ten minutes left on his lunch break, enough of a chance for him to eat something, even as your bones and muscles have turned to jell-o. Kylo’s face has gone red again though, and you quirk a brow at him, tucking some of his hair behind his ears, asking, “What’s the matter?”

“I may or may not have left some….marks.” Your man doesn’t often look sheepish, but he looks like it now, biting on his lip as he surveys the damage that he’s done to your pretty skin.

Fumbling around in your purse that’s sitting on his desk, you find your compact mirror and hold it up, letting out a blissful laugh when you see just how many fucking marks he’s left.

“So much for keeping things discreet.” You roll your eyes, and he only pinches your thigh for the comment, helping to stand you up on your feet without wobbling. You want to offer to jerk him off or something, but there’s no time right now, and the both of you know it. You’ve been enough of a distraction as it is, so you embrace him one final time, kissing him with a happy sigh, “Good luck with your meeting, I’ll see you later?”

“Here, take my jacket. It’ll cover you up.” He pulls the heavy leather riding jacket off of the back of one of the chairs in the office, and bundles you up in it. The arms are a little too long because he’s so tall, and the shoulders are too wide because he’s so broad, but you feel safe and warm inside it.

“Kylo Ren, giving me your jacket? Does this mean we’re goin’ steady?” You tease him, before bolting when he starts chasing after you, thinking that there was no way in hell was he going to get around to having that damn sandwich.

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[cherry-glade]

sleepy sunsets and candid confessions

pairing: tim drake x reader

summary: the two of you are finally getting to spend some time together after being apart for so long, and tim decides to bring something up to you that he’s been keeping to himself for some time.

warnings: mostly fluff with just the slightest bit of angst bc tim is a sad boy for a little while :/

w/c: 1889 words

You’re on the verge of falling asleep with your back pressed uncomfortably against the rough bark of a tree, sunlight warm on your face and shining bright behind your eyelids when you hear Tim, remnants of precious sleep evidently still clinging on for dear life to his voice, soft and raspy, slurring over the syllables of your name.

“Hey.” You look down to see Tim watching you with a tired little smile on his face, head resting in your lap. You’re glad to see his smile—Tim has yet to say anything about it, but you know that he’s been a little upset recently.

“I thought you were asleep, Timmy.”

“I was,” he confirms, closing his eyes again. “But I woke up again so that I could look at you.” He pauses to yawn, jaw cracking as his eyes squeeze tight before relaxing again. “Missed your face while I was sleeping.”

Your cheeks go warm at that and you gently flick his ear. Tim’s eyes flutter open and find yours as his smile widens, playful with a tiny hint of smugness spilling out with the flash of his teeth. It’s a good look on him, especially with that cheeky glint in his eyes, but then again, so is pretty much everything.

“Sap,” you mutter, and he shakes his head at you, the movement looking a little odd being viewed upside down.

“You love it,” he retorts through a second yawn and closes his eyes again, settling down like he’s just won an argument against you, except he actually has and you can’t say that he’s wrong, not really.

“We’re together almost all the time, Tim,” you murmur, pushing a few strands of dark hair out of his eyes. “Aren’t you at least a little tired of seeing my face all the time?”

“Never tired of seeing you, Y/N,” he confesses casually. “You’re my favourite person and the best part of my day.”

“Cool it with the compliments, Romeo,” you chuckle, twisting his hair and curling it around your fingers.

“It’s not just a compliment, it’s the truth,” Tim huffs, then pauses. “Well, I guess it is a compliment, but I’m not just trying to fill your head up with hot air. You make me happy. Happy, happy, happy...” he repeats, humming to himself.

You blink down at him, amused. “I think you need some more sleep,” you say, poking his forehead lightly, but he still frowns.

“No, I wanna stay up with you,” Tim insists, his frown deepening. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages. Or at least spent any time with you alone, just the two of us. I miss you all the time,” he sighs, and your heart cracks down the very middle.

“You saw me just yesterday, Tim,” you say softly, a little worried. He hasn’t mentioned this before, and while you agree with him, you can’t help but feel infinitely grateful for the little time you actually have been able to spend together. You’ve known from the start that you can’t always be his first priority, and that quite often, he has bigger things to care about than you.

“For like, five minutes,” Tim says, scowling now as he jerkily pulls himself out of your lap and still manages to gracefully get to his feet, jaw tense as he stares down at you. “We literally just said hi to each other and made small talk about the weather because we didn’t have time to talk about anything other than that.”

His shoulders slump, and you can vaguely see the sun just starting to set behind him, rays shining through Tim’s hair to make him look like an angel with a halo of bright light around his head. An angel who insists on carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“I know that’s my fault though,” he confesses guiltily, avoiding your eyes now. “Me being a vigilante doesn’t really make it easy for us to see each other, and I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry that I’m being a bad boyfriend. You deserve better from me.”

You stare at him for a moment, wide-eyed and speechless, not able to think of what to even say. In the end, you just say his name, not even trying to hide the way his name falls effortlessly from your lips, soft and loving.

His eyes flicker up to meet yours and then dart away, unable to hold your gaze. “Tim,” you repeat, your voice barely more than a whisper as you pat the grass next to you. “Come here,” you offer. “Sit with me.”

Tim hesitates and then folds himself back down next to you with crossed legs, close enough that your knees brush against each other. Looking up as you take his hand out of his lap to link your pinkies together, you notice that the sun has gone lower in the sky, leaving behind soft streaks of vibrant colour, light pinks and blues, fiery reds and oranges.

“You know,” you start, voice breaking the silence you’d both fallen into. “Whenever I get to watch the sun setting, I’m reminded of you.” Tim turns to look at you with a raised eyebrow, patiently waiting for an explanation, and you just smile at him.

“Remember our first date?” You ask, and Tim grimaces, an embarrassed flush crawling up his neck.

“The one that I was really late for so we had to completely replan it? Yeah, I remember that.” You can tell by the snark in his voice that he’s still clearly kicking himself for it, but that’s not what you want at all.

“Tim, that’s not what I meant and you know it,” you reprimand, and he gives you an apologetic smile which doesn’t reach his eyes. You sigh and take both of his hands into yours, lifting them to your mouth to press gentle kisses to his scarred knuckles and then leaving them to rest underneath your chin.

“You were late to our date in the morning, but we both wanted to finally go on a date so badly that we just went out in the evening and sat together in the park, eating ice-cream. Remember?” Tim nods, his smile becoming a little more real at the reminder of what was basically the beginning of your relationship.

“I... dropped my ice-cream because I was tired enough to be on the verge of falling asleep, and you shared yours with me. And we watched the sun set together. That was nice,” he says softly, untangling his fingers from yours so that he can curl his hand over your lower thigh instead, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knee.

“It was,” you agree. “It was really nice because that evening, I looked at you, and the sun was hitting you just right.” Tim grins bashfully, eyes crinkling. “It made your eyes all twinkly and somehow even bluer, and you looked back at me with this really dopey smile, and I thought, all the way back then, that I could seriously fall in love with you. And I did.”

Tim gives you the same dopey smile he’d given you back then, and it still makes your heart flutter. “You did. And so did I,” he says, touching his fingers to your cheek, lingering on the curve of your jaw.

“Exactly,” you tell him. “So now, whenever I see a sunset, I think of that. Of you. And you know, the sun sets every day, so I think of you a lot,” you say nonchalantly, shrugging.

“Even when we don’t see each other for a while, you’re still in here,” you continue to explain, resting one hand on top of his chest, right above the steady beat of his heart. “And up here,” you say, tapping his temple with your other hand. “And I’m sure the same goes for you.”

The way that his face softens tells you all you need to know. You don’t hold your arms out for a hug, but you keep your body language open and inviting, waiting for Tim to move first. And sure enough, he shuffles over and curls into you, resting his chin on top of your head as you lift your arms to pull him in close enough that every inch of your bodies are touching.

“You’re right,” Tim speaks up after a few minutes of comfortable silence, voice slightly muffled, but you can feel his lips moving against your skin, warm and curving into a smile. “I’m sorry for being an idiot and not talking to you about this sooner.”

“You aren’t an idiot, Timmy,” you say, lifting your head from his shoulder to look him in the eye and put emphasis on your words. The sun shines on, warm and bright where it touches you. “You just needed a reminder not to be so hard on yourself, that’s all. We all do sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Tim says softly, gaze fixed upon yours, something soft and undoubtedly gooey in his blue eyes. “You know me so well.”

“Of course I do. I’m in love with you,” you reply simply, tilting your head.

“Thank you,” he replies, and you give him a look, confused. “For being you. And for loving me,” he clarifies. “I know that being with me isn’t exactly easy.”

“That’s where you’re absolutely, totally wrong,” you respond, touching his nose with your finger and smiling when it wrinkles and his eyes cross as he tries to look at it. “You don’t need to thank me for something I don’t even have to try to do.”

Tim watches you with widening eyes, lips parted. He might be shocked by what you’ve said but you’ve known this to be true for so long, as true as the sky is blue, that it’s only fair he does too.

“Loving you is—well, it’s practically as easy as breathing. And no, I’m not exaggerating when I say that, so don’t even think about it,” you rush to cut him off as he opens his mouth, and his cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink.

Tim leans forward to kiss your forehead and then huffs out a laugh against your skin, his breath cool and smelling vaguely of coffee and mint-flavoured chewing gum, the staples of his diet. “I wasn’t going to say that.”

Liar. Tim never fails to point out hyperboles in people’s speech, with that smug little shine to his eyes.

“Loving me is as easy as breathing though, huh?” He sounds amused and pleased at the same time, a terrible combination for sure. “Who’s the real sap in this relationship, huh?”

“Still you,” you fire back, and Tim chuckles, fond and exasperated. You’re still smiling at him and your legs have gone numb from sitting down for so long, but nothing can make you look away from the playful grin on Tim’s face, bright and infectious.

“If you say so,” Tim sighs, sitting back to watch the sun finish setting with you as the sky begins to darken and the first stars are about to appear, but you both know that you’re just as hopelessly gone for this boy as he is for you, and time spent apart won’t change that, because it really is true, at least in your case, that absence only makes the heart grow fonder.

#tim drake #tim drake x reader #dc #sfw #my fic

[baeklination]

From a Bathroom Hug, pt. 1

Date: 210818

Warnings: SMUT🔞, fingering (giving)

Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader

WC: 840

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"Do you know where I put my new hand cream?", you ask him, rummaging through one of the drawers in the bathroom.

Baekhyun shakes his head and grunts while sloshing water around in his mouth.

"No", he says after spitting it out in the sink.

"Two days and lost already…"

He smiles at you through the mirror, probably thinking the exact same thing.

"Ay…", you sigh and wrap your arms around him, feeling his warmth on your face through his white t-shirt.

He closes his hand over yours and brings it to his face:

"Your hands aren't even dry, honey", he remarks and gives it a peck.

"Not yet..."

"My point exactly", he says and unfolds it.

The touch of his hands going over your fingers and palm is made all the more sensuous by the lack of visual support, so you close your eyes and enjoy it. He brings you to a little smile when you feel his lips around the top of your middle digit, but it changes once he pushes further - once he breathes just that bit heavier with every push of his lips. Feeling his other arm move you look down to see him tugging at his sweats, his boxers clinging askew to his cheeks before he manages to pull them off with a controlled hunger you hadn't caught on to. He steps back a bit, and leans forward, angling his knees inward and guides your hand back.

Baekhyun suddenly becoming aroused isn't anything new. But these types, where he more or less flat out tells you to finger him, are few and far between. Maybe because he sees your surprised expression in the mirror he shakes his head and smiles.

"All that talk about hands and cream…"

Dropping an extra ball of spit on your finger, you grace it up and down his anal. He lets out a low buzz and arches a little while his hand finds his cock; you can't see it for his damnably long t-shirt, but his arm movements give it away. Turning your attention back to his ass, you start carefully pushing your finger in, feeling the tight ring around it. Baekhyun moans straight out, sucks in through his teeth and exhales in a deep whine.

The way to having stretched him out fully is paved with his hitched moans, and paired with your actions it doesn't take long for your heartbeat to drop down to your pussy. You give one of his cheeks a kiss before stretching it out a little for better access and pick up the speed a little, watching as your finger continuously gets swallowed by him. He whines, tightening his grip on the sink. You sneak a quick peek, lifting up his t-shirt, and see his balls bouncing with the rhythm of his firm grip. He notices your lip bite, licks his own with a cheeky smile and pushes his hand beyond the elastic of both your pants and underwear. You moan when his fingers and palm slide across your swollen clit, almost all the way back to your own anal. He groans loudly.

"Shit…"

Pulling back out he looks at his hand, slick with your juice, before putting it to his cock again.

"You wanna come like this?", you ask, silently hoping.

"Mmyeah…", he breathes out, bending his head back. "Fuuu ah…"

"Another finger?"

"No. Ah… no, I wanna fuck…", he whispers.

"Me?"

"Of course you", he sigh-mumbles, and smiles, putting his hand over yours to stop it.

"Finally..."

When you pull your finger out you wiggle it, causing him to jerk.

"Shit... ah shit, don't touch me", he warns with a shaky voice. "I'll come over the floor..."

When he turns around and pulls his t-shirt over his head you finally get a good look at the state of him: his cock, head shiny and soaking in pre-cum, sways in its tightened skin, the veins of his right arm protruding like roots of a tree; his gaze…

He presses your body firmly against his, making sure you feel his length on your stomach and envelopes his lips over yours; rough and deep his kisses go as he continues to pull you against him, breathing heavily. Yanking a little on your pants for you to take them off while stepping out of his own, he sits on the toilet seat and waits. The excitement of being rid of your clothes, knowing that your pussy - near hurting with want - will be filled by Baekhyun…

Knowing how wet you were before, he watches eagerly.

"Let me see what you got for me, baby…", he purrs, voice sticky like chewing gum.

Strands of juice stretch out when your legs go either side of him and he can't - won't - keep from palming you just as you bend down; realising just how wet you are he doesn't want to wait, but push your hips down, smearing the fluids. You give him a few pumps, his cock hard and thick in your hand, and guide the head to your entrance.

#baekhyun smut #baekhyun sub #sub-ish

[cloudyempress]

Storge || K. Muzan + Upper moons

✦ Fluff, comedy, manga spoilers, child!reader, reader is Muzan's daughter. 

- This was originally published in wattpad.

Storge (noun); familial love, the love of a parent towards offspring and vice versa.

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They called you Little Misfortune. Spending time with you was a nightmare worse than disagreeing with Muzan. Your seven year old self could only think of their faces as a canvas to use the paint your father regularly buys you. A few minutes babysitting you was the equivalent of being in rainbow land and hell at the same time. And if you had a single, microscopic scratch at the end of the day, they would suffer severe consequences.

Kokushibo hated how much you'd tug his hair and make fun of his eyes, along with your hideous loudness. Hantengu ran away from you when he realized how deadly adorable you could be, forcing him to become tiny so you could put him inside your dollhouse. Gyokko had to put up with you breaking his pots and making disgusting faces whenever you saw him, also having to praise your artwork even if he disliked it. Gyutaro found you incredibly annoying, but loves when you disagree with him being ugly and laughs when you prank Daki. Talking about her, she's the upper moon that hates you the most since you gained all the attention from Muzan and you generally bothered her. Akaza was the nicest out of them, so you'd crawl onto his arms whenever you were scared or feeling tired. Finally, Douma loved you, finding it funny when you blushed at how cute he was or how much you adored playing with him.

Being born a demon, which was a extremely rare case (specially being born from a human and having a lot of human features like aging), you had gained your demon blood art early. This meant more trouble for the Upper moons, you could make them lose control over their arts and breaths (in the case of Kokushibo and other demon slayers).

It was a chaos when you first used it. Hantengu's turn of babysitting you turned into you getting lost in the Dimensional Infinity Fortress, Nakime not being able to know where you were and the rooms moving and shifting randomly. Once Muzan found out, he rushed the other upper moons into an emergency meeting.

"Why are you so incompetent? First the lower moons, and now you as well? Can't you just guard a fucking child?"

Everyone was in complete silence. They knew better than to mess with Muzan when he got angry about something happening to his dear daughter.

"I'm going to say this once. Find (Name) before I disband you. Now."

Not wasting time in saying 'yes', they all left to find you. As the fort was chaos, most of them got smashed into a wall or pushed to the ground. Luckily, Kokushibo had enough instinct to avoid those, quickly finding you eating a giant jar of your favorite ice cream with lots of oreos and sprinkles. You were stuffing your face with it and humming songs, until you noticed that his towering figure was standing next to you, his accusatory six eyes piercing through your soul. You stopped everything you were doing, standing up and taking a defensive pose.

"Come, (Name). Muzan-sama is..."

Before he could continue, you took out pieces of a flute from your dress' pocket and waved them in the air high enough for him to see. Kokushibo frowned in anger and confusion, wondering how you got your hands on his brother's flute, which he usually keeps on him.

"No! I won't give in to a hairy spider like you! I used to have nightmares about you, but now I am not scared!"

"Spiders have eight eyes, (Name)."

But you didn't listen, sticking out your tongue and throwing the pieces in the air, running away the second he shifted his gaze to them instead of you.

The fort was filled with your giggles, sounding like a music only two people liked but the others had to endure it. They just didn't stop until you found Gyokko's freshly painted pots, his colors begging you to smash them into the ground. You climbed the table and shoved them to the edges, then began jumping to see if they would fall or resist the vibrations of your weight against the table. They didn't, falling into the floor and becoming tiny pieces of what they once were.

"DAMN CHILD! HOW DARE YOU DESTROY THE GREAT GYOKKO'S ART?"

"Oops!" you turned around with a cheeky grin adorning your face.

Gyokko launched at you, gritting his teeth.

"I did you a favor! Now you'll have to throw them out in the trash, were they belong"

Before his hands could reach you, a wall as fast as lightning hit him so hard he ended up in another room altogether. You shrugged and kept running around.

Meanwhile, Gyutaro and Daki walked together, both complaining about the situation. He mainly listened to her whine while she rambled on how pointless looking for you was.

"Can't somebody shut up that horrying child laughter?" she screamed at the ceiling.

Gyutaro crossed his arms, he lacked the energy to explain to her how an annoying child worked. He knew it too well from taking care of her.

"I don't get why Muzan-sama wants her when he has me." Daki spread her hand in front of her face and started counting with her fingers. "I'm gorgeous, strong, loyal... and I'm not an stupid, loud-as-fuck child!"

"Ume" Gyutaro called, as the both of them kept walking straight.

"She's a pain! She takes all of Muzan-sama's precious time away."

"Ume" he stopped walking, Daki kept her pace as she was fixated on finding things to hate you for.

"She couldn't even speak properly when we first met her. All she does is cause trouble for us, that's why nobody likes her!"

"Ume!"

She turned around to face him, a vein popping out of her forehead.

"What?!"

"At least I'm not as stupid as you, miss whore! Daddy told me you were annoying yesterday."

All her hairs perked up when she heard your voice. She turned around to find you a few meters away from her, a bit shocked from hearing you insult her that way.

"Who taught you that word?" she placed her hand above her chest, surprise evident in her expression.

"I did" Gyutaro said, a smirk appearing in his face. He waved at you ignoring his sister's terrifying anger. "Hi there, little misfortune. Everybody's looking for you"

"You're not going to stop me?"

He shrugged, going back to his usual annoyed expression.

"Not me, but my sister is"

Daki jumped at you, almost not giving you time to react properly. You spit the gum you were chewing to put it on her hair. Her eyes widened in horror as she tried to take it off, letting you off her hands.

"Fuck you, (Name)! Come back here you damn brat!"

Gyutaro helped Daki take off the gum, you running away from them. The last thing you heard as you escaped was Gyutaro offering to cut off the damaged part of her beautiful long hair.

Your legs were short and you got tired of running after a few minutes. You collapsed on the ground to take in some air.

"Oh~ Are you tired, (Name)-chan?" Douma's playful tone made your eyes shine at the realization that he was there.

You nodded, tears rolling down your cheeks. You were not only exhausted, but also feeling guilty of accidentally stepping on tiny Hantengu on your way there. It wasn't your fault he was terrified of your childishness and Muzan's rage, but you didn't notice he was in the way and stepped on him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for causing all of this! Is just that Hantengu didn't want to play with me and I felt lonely! I don't want to be alone! Now everyone hates me!"

"Shhh... It's ok. You're an adorable little princess, nobody hates you."

He ruffled your hair as your teary eyes stare at his rainbow colored ones. They were both beautiful and calming for you, those colors made you think pretty things when you were sad.

"You don't hate me?"

"Of course I don't!"

"Then, will you marry me when I grow up?"

He chuckled, ruffling your hair again. Your cheeks were burning from embarrassment.

"Yes, su—"

Half of his head was suddenly cut off by a hand. You frown at Akaza, who seemed very angry at seeing Douma that close to you. Douma's head regenerated fast, his charismatic smile never leaving his features.

"Why are you proposing her marriage?"

"I'm not—"

"Yes, you are. What the hell is your problem? I'm not going to let you put strange ideas into her innocent mind."

Akaza opened his arms at you so you could climb into him, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Little misfortune was feeling lonely and hated, so I simply made her feel happier. Now let me hold her" Douma tried to take you to him, but Akaza's grip on you was stronger.

"You try to make her feel happier by proposing? Also, you only eat women, why would I let you near (Name)?"

"Well, she's not human!"

"Can I marry you too?" you ask above the discussion, your voice silencing the both of them. You pulled away a little bit from Akaza's hold to look at him in the eye. "When I grow up, can I marry you too?"

Akaza's concerned look grew bigger by the second. Douma had an amused expression, holding in laugher. Akaza's gaze shifted from Douma to you, not knowing what to say. His face told a different story than you had intended. You leaped away from them, tears floading down your face again.

"Then I'll be alone my entire life!"

You started escaping again, covering your face with your hands. The upper moons attempted to use their arts to get you back, but failed as yours contradicted their use.

Douma sighed, then turned towards Akaza with a smile from ear to ear.

"You're not a great liar, are you?"

After running around all day, your energy was so low that you could barely walk without dragging your feet. Loneliness was the strongest and most shocking feeling you'd gotten in the seven years you had been alive. No mother, no siblings, only a father who'd mostly be working and babysitters who hated your guts. Facing the ground, lips curved downwards, you clearly weren't expecting crashing with something. Or more accurately, someone's legs.

It was Muzan, his stern expression changing into a softer one when he saw your defeated state. He opened his arms to engulf you into a hug, so you jumped at him with the strength you had left.

"I'm sorry, I felt lonely!"

"Why is that? You always have an upper moon to take care of you" he walked towards your room as he caressed your hair.

"But they hate me!"

"They don't hate you. Kokushibo's always worried about your health and safety. Gyokko and Hantengu try to enhance your talents in art since they know how much you love it. Gyutaro likes to make you laugh, and while Daki acts as if she hates you, she sew you a stuffed animal for your birthday by herself knowing that other stores didn't buy the plush you wanted. Douma plays with you all the time, of course he loves you. And Akaza is always there to keep him from crossing the line. They don't hate you, they are your family." he tucked you in your bed, a smile reaching his lips before you closed your eyes in order to sleep.

He leaned in to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

"As I love you too."

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#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kibutsuji x reader #kibutsuji muzan #muzan x reader #douma #douma x reader #akaza #akaza x reader #gyutaro #gyutaro x reader #daki #daki x reader #child!reader #kny #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #upper moons #upper moons x reader #hantengu

[trashbunnywrites]

Little magician in training

Just realized I never posted it here so here it is

Reminder requests are still open.

Had help from the amazing @amazing-fandoms thank you queen.

It was a slow night. The many empty seats , low murmurs , and few faces weren't the usual. Your circus while it wasn't the best, it was quite popular. Everyone worked hard and practiced new tricks and moves.

When you got on stage and looked at the people , you noticed how there's 20 at most in the empty seats. Doesn't this town crave any entertainment ? Most you've been through ended up with a large crown in the week you've stayed there. Guess you all will have to move on to the next one faster this time.

You're a magician and a pretty good one at that. Teaching yourself the tricks and following the footsteps of the previous magician made you this way. As a child, you admired your teacher a lot and wanted to learn even more. Making you even better than him as you always seeked more knowledge.

Your eyes met with a yellow curious childish ones. He was watching you intensely probably trying to figure out your tricks. The boy looks pretty poor because of his ripped dirty clothes and messy look. You felt him tense up as you watched him prepare to flee. So he sneaked his way in ? That wasn't exactly easy and done by a child ? That's impressive.

Smiling to the child as you pointed to him.

"Would you like to volunteer for my next trick ?"

His eyes lit up as he nodded and approached you. You showed him a deck of cards and asked him to pick one. This was always an audience pleaser even though it had such a simple trick to it. Guessing the card wasn't hard at all as you knew what card was right above it even if you shuffled the deck.

He looked impressed as the small audience clapped for you. You loved card tricks because they were simple yet many find very fascinating. They didn't need fancy equipment like most of your other tricks but hey , that's what nen is for right ?

Your flame breather colleague was next as you left to your trailer. Still feeling incredibly disappointed at the small number of people who showed up. Was this town that poor ? Or your circus wasn't interesting enough ?

Feeling a presence behind you , you immediately prepared your card as you turned around. The melted golden eyes met yours. What a sneaky child.

"So you're not satisfied with sneaking into the show , you had to sneak into my room ?"

His eyes shone at your words "why didn't you say anything when you knew I snuck into the show ?"

Giggling at his bravery instead of apologizing and running off scared "because I used to do that when I was your age"

He approached somewhat gaining confidence "how did you do it ?"

"A magician never reveals his tricks. Where are your parents anyway ? Aren't they worried you're out ?"

"I don't have any , what do I have to do for you to teach me ?"

He asked extremely seriously as he brushed off being an orphan in a nonchalant manner. Who is this kid ? Sighing you got up and grabbed something from your drawer.

"Gum ?"

You asked, extending your hand. You always chewed gum when thinking as it helped you clear your mind. He looked at it then grabbed one satisfied to see you chewing on it.

"If I talked to the chief for you to be my apprentice , you have to follow my orders, do you understand me ?"

"I can't make any promises ~"

He said in a cheeky tone as you laughed. This kid reminds you too much of your old self , how could you say no to him ?

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Taking hisoka - the boy's name - as your apprentice angered the other performers. While he was in fact a fast learner , he learned everyone tricks from merely watching.

Everyone who used to practice together stopped and started doing it in secret. For him to be cut off like that angered you. He's just a kid. Why is everyone acting like he's going to steal their jobs ?

While he tended to prank everyone and somehow never get caught even though you all knew it was him , you started teaching him everything slowly. It probably what caused him to act out as he learned fast he got bored.

Refusing to teach him everything at once , he performs as your assistance. Having an adorable sidekick made people cheer more for your performance.

Leaving with hisoka in hand as you both chewed your favorite gum , you heard a loud groan of pain. Looking back , the juggler slipped on his way to the stage out of nowhere as he held his foot and yelled.

"you little monster ! How dare you put oil on the stage before my turn !"

You heard hisoka giggling under you as you went to his side "it can't be him , we walked out together just now ! Show me your leg"

His hand roughly pushed you away as he started cussing you for taking that demon child side while the others gathered around. He can't juggle with a twisted ankle but the people are waiting for one.

"I know most of his routine so I can fill for him ~"

The sudden incredibly sweet voice of hisoka interrupted the discussion going on over how they'll handle this. Feeling everyone venomous stares at him you stood in front of him. The director however smiled brightly agreeing over the idea. People are getting restless and changing the routine out of nowhere would anger them.

Hisoka smiled smugly looking at the people glaring at him as he headed to do his first performance.

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The juggler left the circus soon after , there was shards of glass on his coffee that he swore hisoka put in , but you and hisoka were out training in the town over. He got hurt badly and left the circus.

Everyone was cautious of hisoka but the fact that he wasn't even around made them not kick him out for it. No one knows how the glass got to the coffee cup till this day.

Hisoka took over the juggler as he seemed so happy of the news it creeped everyone out - including you -. You're the person who spent the most time with him so you wanted to see his good side. You really did.

Teaching him the last trick you know , you saw his face fall when you told there's nothing more to learn.

"Sorry buddy , this is everything I know. I'm working on new tricks but those will be for me alone."

He looked at you frowning "I guess I'll have to come up with my own tricks then."

He said as he calmly walked outside "I'm not coming back. if that juggler ever comes back , tell him talking to a lady and pushing her down like that is what put the glass in his coffee ~"

Your eyes widened as you watched his small frame leaving. Was he the one who did this ?

"Also , I will learn how to control the aura around me like you do one day and I'll be a better magician than you. That's a promise ~"

#he cute #little yandere in training #his mentor should only help him #hisoka x reader #hunter x hunter #hisoka morow #hxh