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highvern · 6 months

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Aphrodite

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, established relationship, fluff at the beginning

Warnings: bathroom sex, kissing, groping, fingering, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics but they’re both actually switches (Mingyu is a service top), cumshot, Mingyu is still obsessed with titties, hair pulling, choking (hand around throat but no breath play), doggy style, unprotected sex (not endorsed by author), praise kink and strength kink go burrrrrr, there's a little bit of fluff/angst at the beginning (care/comfort) because she had a hard day at work, porn with feelings

Length: ~3k

Note: Drunk Goggles couple's bathroom scene mentioned in Discovery! the first third is so cute i actually had to close my laptop and step away while editing it so please enjoy my brain rot lol. its implied reader is on birth control and Mingyu knows it but still wrap it before you tap it guys. This was drafted as "Champagne Confetti" but i couldn't post it with that title with a straight face

ALSO stream Mamamoo Wheein's new album In the Mood! Aphrodite was a huge inspiration for the sweeter parts of this fic

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The knob of your bathroom cabinet is digging into Mingyu’s shoulder uncomfortably and his ass freezing on the hard tile, but neither register in his mind much. His sole focus is on listening to you vent about how shitty work was as you wash up behind the flimsy curtain only a few feet away.

“Oh and then she had the audacity to say I should have been more prepared for the meeting! As if she didn’t send me the info an hour before!” You babble, head popping out to look at him.

Mingyu tries and fails to stifle the laughter bubbling at the sight of your shampoo Mohawk.

“What a bitch!”

“Right?!” You move back into the spray and out of sight.

“She’s just mad because you’re better at her job than she is.”

“I wouldn’t be if she actually did her job.” You sigh.

“I’m sorry baby.”

“‘s not your fault Gyu.”

“Do you want me to beat her up?”

“Yeah, because sending my gigantic ass boy toy after her is gonna get her off my back.” You call, closing your eyes as foam rinses from your hair down your skin.

“The correct term is boyfriend.”

“The correct term is baby daddy.”

“You’re fucking nasty.”

“You love me.”

God, I do.

But it’s too early to say those words with the level of earnestness he feels so Mingyu bites his tongue.

Steam and lavender soap tickle his senses as you wash away the evidence of your previous distress. Your manager is number one on Mingyu’s incredibly short shit list.

Mingyu had barely waltzed through the door of your apartment after work, excited to spend the evening cuddled on the couch with a movie like you do every Thursday. He nearly shit himself when he found you sitting at the kitchen counter, tears staining your face and eyes rimmed red. You dove into his chest and cried for an over hour, unable to speak as wretched sobs escaped your throat. He’s never felt so helpless as he sat there, stroking your back as he held you, whispering gentle affirmations into your hair. It was his idea for you to hop in the shower once you calmed down enough to assure him you weren’t injured and “no, no one died.”

The entire time, Mingyu sat close by listening intently, chiming in occasionally with agreements. He hadn’t follow you into the stall, void of the desire to worsen your mood. Shared showers were not a favorite in this household. Either it ended after two minutes to move to the bed or one of you hopped out, annoyed that the other was hogging the hot water and leaving them in the cold. Mingyu wanted you to relax but the only way he could relax was to make sure you’re actually okay. Which is why he is planted on the ground near the door like a guard dog, keeping an eye on you in case the tears returned; numb butt and sore shoulder be damned.

The squeak of the faucet signals the end of your bathing, echoed by the ruffle of the curtain as you push it aside to exit the tub. He keeps his eyes trained on your face, a smile spreading at the glow radiating from the apples of your cheeks void of the earlier splotchy dullness. You already look a million times better than when he entered your home.

Mingyu is trying very hard to be a supportive boyfriend while you continue to rant; but it’s challenging when the actual woman of his dreams is standing only feet away, completely nude and soaking wet, skin flushed from scrubbing and glistening in the warm glow of the light above the mirror. It takes all his might to ignore the swell of your breast and gentle the sway of your hips, or the curve of your thighs as you stretch for your towel on the rack above the toilet. The movement sends droplets falling in staccato from your hair plastered against your head onto your shoulder before trailing down your front, tracing dizzying patterns across your skin. His very own Aphrodite, exiting the sea to fill his heart.

“I hope she gets fired soon. I know I didn’t look like an idiot in that meeting, it was all her.”

“No one thinks you’re an idiot.” He looks down at his hands playing with the cuff of his sweatshirt to distract himself from how you start twisting to towel off, body bending and stretching suggestively as you concentrate.

“She definitely does but who cares.”

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, actually.” You smile, towel wrapped around you snugly as you step away from the tub and towards him. “But I could still really use a hug.”

“I can do that.”

Mingyu jumps up from his place on the floor, beaming at the soft look on your face as he tangles you in his arms. He plants peck after peck across the crown of your wet hair, nose filling with the scent of your shampoo as he squeezes you against him tightly. The remaining moisture on your body is wicked away by the soft fabric of his sweater, covering him in wet spots along his front and down his arms.

“You’re the best.” You sign into his chest as he leaves a kiss on your hairline.

To distract himself from what he really wants to say, Mingyu blows a wet raspberry against your forehead.

“Nope! Never mind!” You squeal, trying in vain to break out of his strong grip. “Get away from me!”

“But baby you just said I was the best!” He counters, arms tighten to prevent you from wiggling lose.

“No, you’re gross and I hate you!”

“GASP.”

You can only roll your eyes at your boyfriend's dramatics.

“You hate me? I wipe your tears, clean up your snot, order us take out, and you hate me?” Voice rising in pitch, he gapes at you.

“You ordered take out?”

“Focus on me! I’m hurt. Devastated!”

“Oh no, what will I do?” You deadpan, but the twitch of your mouth betrays your amusement.

It’s a dangerous game given you’re still locked in his arms and his penchant for being over the top.

“I’m deeply deeply wounded missy. So there’s only one way I’ll forgive you.”

“And what’s that?”

“Kiss?” He says with puppy dog eyes and puckered lips that makes him look like a fish.

“Oh my god!” You cackle at his ridiculousness.

“Oh, there she goes again! Do you not care about me at all?”

His question is punctuated by him collapsing against you and fake crying. Laughter bubbles in your chest like champagne. Mingyu makes you feel better without even trying.

“Alright, come here you big baby. Let me give you a kiss.”

Matching smiles meet in a sweet kiss. In your relationship, one kiss frequently becomes ten or twenty so there's no shock when you keep planting pecks against his lips before moving to tickle them across his cheek, brow, and tip of his nose. Mingyu is all smiles and giggles under your lips as you move back to his mouth.

The short kisses become heated swiftly. You wipe the smile off his face easily enough, thanking the universe it takes almost nothing to get Mingyu started (not that you’re any better). You’re impressed he didn’t jump you when you stepped out of the shower in all your naked glory. Honestly, you’re a little disappointed he didn’t. But now with your towel unraveling from your tussle, pressed against his solid frame as you nip his lips, you know it’s a matter of seconds before Mingyu crowds against you and makes you feel a lot better.

Like clockwork, a simple hum in the back of your throat paired with your nails trailing down his chest sets Mingyu off. He turns with you still in his hold, lifting you up and depositing you on the cool marble of the countertop, pushing your legs apart to make room for himself. Clumsy hands push your towel away, giving him access to play with your chest. When the nail of his thumb scratches your nipple, you arch against him with a sigh. The shift breaks your lips apart and Mingyu wasted no time diving for your throat.

Apparently tonight is one of the few nights Mingyu wants to be a little more demanding with you. The hand not plucking your chest moves the tangle itself amongst the wet hair at the crown of your skull, giving a firm tug that has your spine arching, stretching your neck with a whine to give more space to bite along your throat. Teeth scratch against the cords of muscle, but his tongue soothes the abused skin immediately after; even when he’s rough, he treats you like a princess. You feel yourself clenching around nothing at the maddening combination of sensations.

“Please, Gyu”

“Please, what?” He asks, not budging an inch from where he latches to your collarbone.

“Touch me.” You whimper.

His mouth replaces the hand pinching your chest, sucking your abused nipple into his blistering mouth. The hand that was on your chest, skates down between your thighs, pushing your legs further apart, letting your foot find purchase on the handle of the cabinet next to you to spread you wide.

He starts slowly, middle finger parting your downy lips to trace from your entrance to your mound. The calloused pad of his finger nothing more than a gossamer touch against your heat, maddening as it teases you. Curling your hips upwards, you give him more space to circle your entrance before he dips his middle and ring finger inside, thumb stretching to caress your swollen clit.

“So wet already.”

“If you had a boyfriend that treats you how you treat me, then you’d understand why.” You pant into his hair.

“Think I understand plenty.” He replies, moving your hand to caress his dick where it sits tented in his shorts.

The bathroom is filled with shameless whines and puffs of breath as you work each other up. You’ve successfully gotten a hand into his underwear, fisting the head of his cock in a tight rhythm just how he likes. The other busies itself scratching down his back as he preps you for what's to come by twisting two fingers inside you, heel of his hand grinding against your clit with every thrust.

“Need you inside.” You whisper into his mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you?”

“Mhmm,” your tone is verging on pathetic but his reaction washes away any embarrassment.

“Then be a good girl and turn around.”

Mingyu steps back, giving you space to quickly jump off the counter to turn your back to him. He busies himself with removing his sweater while you settle on your elbows, ass pushed out in front of him teasingly. It gives him pause, easily distracted by the arch of your spine and the subtle jiggle of flesh as you rock from one foot to another. You watch in the mirror as he blinks lazily, using one hand to push down his pants while the other cups a cheek, squeezing it in his palm. When his shorts are finally pooled around his ankles, he steps closer to let his length rest on your ass.

You can feel his leaking tip brush your tailbone, leaving a faint trace of dampness across your skin as you roll on to the balls of your feet to grind back on him. The rigid velvet of his shaft has arousal dripping down your thighs crudely.

You watch his face with rapt attention in the mirror. He’s hypnotized by how his cock looks pressed snug against your rear, resting hot and heavy in the valley of your cheeks. His throat bobs with a harsh swallow; hands wrapping around your sides, lazily tracing the curve between the bottom of your ribs to your hip bones. Mingyu’s hips move of their own volition, rutting across your ass as his cock continues to drool on your skin.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“Come on baby, I had a hard day. Need you to make me feel better.”

Mingyu's eyes find yours in the mirror. You know the pout on your lips will get you everything you want. Mingyu knows it too.

“Condom,” he prompts.

There’s a stash in the drawer to your left but Mingyu is fully aware he lacks the will power to reach over and grab one when his hands are filled with something so much more enticing right now.

As you shake your head with a mischievous quirk of lips, he’s pretty sure you’re playing a cruel joke on hum.

“Shit,” He curses. “Are you serious?”

“Fuck me, Gyu.”

Palming his cock, Mingyu recites a silent prayer that he doesn’t blow his load immediately. This is the first time he gets to fuck you raw and goddamit if it’s short lived. Tracing his tip through the mess between your legs, he collects your arousal to lube him up. He can feel how soaking you are at the idea of him fucking you without the barrier of latex, inner thighs smeared with your essence. Hopefully you’ll come as quickly as he probably will.

“You’re so dirty, letting me stuff you with my cock like this. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you gasp when he nudges your clit. “Your dirty girl.”

“That’s right, my dirty girl.” He growls as he pushes inside you.

The first inch has you both closing your eyes, vision filled with stars. As nice as he feels bare inside you, it’s the mental is getting you off more than the physical. Every time Mingyu stretches you out on his cock is a treat, but the knowledge that the flared head of his cock pressing deep inside is leaving traces of his seed along your walls has you breathless. You’ve never let anyone else fuck you like this and a part shielded in your chest hopes he’s that last to.

Mingyu is more or less losing his shit behind you. The scorching wet clamp of your silky inner muscles that he’s only felt on his tongue or fingers is better than he could ever imagine. Your pussy gushing to coat his cock as he splits you open has him on the verge of tears. When he’s settled in, your ass pressed firmly to his pelvis, you wiggle against him.

Mingyu responds by pressing forward, pinning your hips to the counter harshly to prevent you from moving again. You’re clenching around him so hard, it takes all of his self control not to cum.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You mewl.

You’re really not helping.

“Calm down.” He grits out, both to himself and you.

“Need it.”

“Oh you need it?” He chides, delivering a bruising thrust.

You reward him with a sharp whine.

“Calm down baby, I'll give it to you. Always do, don't I?”

One hand circles the base of your throat, not squeezing; just resting the curve against his palm as his thumb trails along the side of your neck. It stops your breath anyway. But then Mingyu leans down to press his chest with your back, face coming into view right over your shoulder to whisper in your ear while looking you in the eye through the mirror.

“But you gotta be a good girl and spread it for me.”

You heave at his words, afraid you might pass out. Hands scramble to grab your own ass cheeks, pulling the flesh apart so he has a clear view of your pussy sucking him in as he starts curling his hips inside you.

The way he’s fucking you is vulgar. Hand wrapped around your throat as the other moves back into your hair, your own brushing the tops of his thighs as he cants against your ass, balls slapping against your pussy with each thrust. Mingyu leans back to watch himself disappear into your cunt, pulling you up into an arch. The feel without a condom is melting his brain but the visual absence of latex is doing incredible damage to his psyche too.

You both are a mess of sweet whines and rough groans, bathroom echoing with the clapping of skin and wet squelch of your full pussy. Breaking his focus on the way your entrance stretches to accommodate his thick cock splitting you open, Mingyu looks in the mirror to watch the way your tits bounce in time with his hips; your mouth open in a silent scream, eyes misty with delirium as you watch him watching you.

“Feel so fucking good like this, shit.” He pants. “Hear how wet you are? Fucking love it don’t you?”

Your head falls forward pathetically, only stopped by the palm still resting around your throat. When Mingyu gives a tentative squeeze, you whimper a quiet agreement. He watches as you force a hand between your thighs, fingers rubbing your clit in tight circles to push you closer to the edge.

“Gonna come,” you whine.

“Yeah?” Mingyu asks, excitement clear as day. He tilts his hips to fuck deeper, stretching you just a little bit wider on his cock to send you home.

“Fuck!” You sob, tensing as your orgasm washes over you.

Every muscle in your body ignites, squeezing impossibly tighter as electricity snaps through your nerves, licking your veins and exploding your field of vision in a blinding white. Like a taunt bow string being released, you curl in on your chest as you clench around your boyfriend’s cock, gushing down shaky thighs. Your free hand grips the edge of the sink, holding on for dear life as you twitch in his hold.

“Where do you want it?” Mingyu cries, two seconds behind you and using his last functioning brain cell to not piss you off by assuming he can finish inside despite wanting nothing more. “Gotta tell me where you want, Y/N.”

“On me, wanna feel you on me!” You cry, still playing with your clit as you pry open teary eyes to watch Mingyu from the mirror.

A bright red blush spreads across his chest and up his neck, glistening with beads of sweat and condensation from the steam clogging the air. His bottom lip swollen from where it's locked between clenched teeth, neck straining and biceps bulging from his harsh grip on your body. He has enough sense of reality to slip the hand around your throat into your hair, gathering the strands in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of the way of the mess he’s about to make.

He pulls out with seconds to spare against a tsunami of pleasure that begins to surge through his body, beginning in his balls and crashing outward to swamp his nerves. It ripples across his skull, raising goosebumps in its wake as it ebbs through his blood stream. Mingyu’s abdomen flexes as he fists his cock still slick with your combined arousal over your ass; thick streaks of his seed rushing forward. You feel a hefty rope land between your shoulder blades, the sticky heat intoxicating as it trickles down your back. A few drops sputter on the dip of your spine and your hand still spreading you wide, decorating you in his own diamonds.

Mingyu can’t help the way he stares at your hole, obsessed with how you clench around nothing like you’re missing something. He wishes he was watching you squeeze around his dick, his cum dripping out of you with each pulse of muscle. Maybe someday he’ll get to.

As your orgasms subside, weariness circles on the edge of your senses. Two sets of eyes flutter shut, chests heaving and hearts beating in time. Unwinding his hand from your hair, Mingyu lets it gently rest next to your hip on the counter, preventing him from collapsing against you and into the sticky residue he’s left. He can’t feel his legs, head empty of coherent thought. Unconsciously, his thumb traces the dimple at the base of your spine, the gentle caress grounding him to his body.

The quiet of the bathroom is only disturbed by the hum of the overhead fan. You both are spent, muscles weak and nerves fried. Occasionally a deep breath interrupts but it's peaceful as you bask in each other's presence.

“Oh my god,” you pant, breaking his trance.

“Hmm?”

“How did you get cum on the mirror?”

#svthub #svt x reader #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #kim mingyu #svt smut #seventeen smut #kim mingyu smut #dghe couple #🫡 highvern #not seeing heaven for this one I fear

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 29 days

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Hello there! 👋🏽 If you don’t mind, I was wondering if I could make a request with Tech? With maybe a bookworm reader if that’s okay? I feel like it would be a cute dynamic! Thank you and have a good day! 🙏🙌

Bookworm

Tech x Reader

Summary- You and Tech have a moment alone on The Marauder. What better way to spend it than reading! Accompanied by Tech on his datapad, of course.

A/N- It's totally okay!!! I figured the best format for this kind of request was bullet point- but I am not very good at those. So, i compromised with this! Hope you enjoy, thanks for requesting!

Word Count- 990

Hunter, Omega, Wrecker, and Echo had all left the ship to go look for some dinner. A job you all completed recently left you with some spending money. You figured everyone deserved a real meal for once.

It left you and Tech alone in The Marauder. You could have easily went to hang out at Cid's bar, but you couldn't stand to be around her. You hated the way she poked fun at Tech's goggles.

Only you were allowed to call him 'goggles.'

The thought only temporarily distracted you from your book. You quickly resumed reading, only to realize you had to restart the whole page. This time actually process what you're reading! You thought to yourself.

Grumbling, you squeezed your eyes shut and straightened up in your seat. You happened to take a spot in the co-pilots chair. Tech always sat in the pilots.

"Something the matter?" Tech asks, not looking up from his datapad.

It was sweet, that he noticed your small movements. "Just trying to focus, I lost my place." You finally found a comfortable position, situating your book back in your hands.

"It can help to fidget with one hand, to increase your chances of focus." He informed, per usual.

You smiled up at him, he glanced up from the pad when he felt your gaze on him. He flashed a very brief smile- more of a grin, it was all you needed though.

You listened to him rant about his findings on 'focus' for a few minutes, knowing anyone else would have shut him up by now. Him talking never bored you or made you uncomfortable, despite many others complaining.

"Thank you, Tech." You simply said, returning to your book. He seemed pleased enough and went back to tinkering on his datapad.

A newfound silence came over, you read your book in peace. The story of the thieves with powers fighting the government amused you. What amused you more was the fact you had personally been on more dangerous missions, yet the book still captured you.

It was nice to imagine yourself in their place, even when you wouldn't change what you have for the word.

You'd go on a million death defying missions if it meant you were with Tech.

While you typically could put down over 50 pages in an hour, Tech interrupted you again. Not with any other intentions than to please you.

"Yes?" You responded after he called your name.

He reached in a compartment to the left of the console. A place Tech used to store his latest experiments.

He pulled out a neatly wrapped gift. It had swirls of color on the paper that wrapped it. He said nothing, just handed the rectangular item to you.

"For me?"

"That would be correct."

You tried to fight the corners of your mouth rising, but it was no use. Tech watched you violently, showing little expression.

You gently took the paper off, not wanting to make a mess of his careful work.

You slowly revealed it to be a new book, the fourth book in the series to the one you were just reading.

"Tech, I- I thought it was a limited edition! There was only a hundred made across the galaxy!" You looked in his deep brown eyes.

"Yes, it is." He confirmed.

"H-how did you get it!" You were baffled, the thought he put into your gift- and for no special occasion.

"It was not difficult. I was able to track all the shipping numbers to their respective planets, and when we had a mission on one- I located the book through its buyers." He said, nonchalantly. Like he didn't easily buy one of the most rare books you knew of.

"Why? Did I miss an anniversary?" You were slightly confused on why he gave you the gift. You hoped you weren't supposed to also have a gift prepared.

"Uh, no. You mentioned exactly 129 rotations ago that you wanted the book. I saw no problem in getting it." He remembered...

You were moved to small tears, now flowing down your cheeks.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, Tech. Of course I am." You rose to your feet, throwing yourself on him in a big hug. He hugged you back. While he didn't completely understand your acclimation to physical affection- he didn't mind you doing as you pleased to him.

He gently patted your back, and you pulled away. "Thank you, i'm going to have to finish this book quickly now. I can't wait to read it..."

"You are welcome." He responded, you let him be and lifted yourself off of him. He grabbed his datapad and clicked away.

What you didn't know was that sometimes Tech would watch you read. In times like these, when you found yourself sitting or laying next to each other. You reading, him on his datapad.

He would study your face, taking in every expression. He would think about what you were reading- was it sad, happy, thrilling? Feelings were a trivial matter to him, but he was always thinking of ways to make you happy.

He loved it when you read, sometimes out loud to him. It was soothing to hear your voice when he worked on a project or was fixing a part on The Marauder.

The way you tapped your foot, or bounced your leg when you got to a complex part in a book. Or, when you were both laying down together and accidentally hit Tech in shock at a twist in the story. He loved every bit of it.

You turned back to your original book, now more determined than ever to finish it.

You did, however, catch Tech staring this time. You met his gaze, a wide smirk on your face. You couldn't help but giggle briefly. He gave you an odd look, but went back to his datapad. Just as you went back to your book.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! Requests are about to be open, just one more to fulfill! As always, I am open to constructive criticism.

Tags- (LMK if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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auroreliis · 8 months

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Ughhhhh i love love love the one with Bruce protecting the reader from her brothers I've already read it like idk 5 times? Maybe 6 can you do the same thing with the other boys it reminds me of my brothers and their shenanigans and our happy days

Platonic Yandere!Bruce Wayne

Summary: Your father protects you from your brothers #2

CW: no warnings

(not edited or proofread)

You crossed you arms and furrowed your brows as you were forced to endure the constant mouse clicking and keyboard clatter.

A sigh escaped your lips as you looked around the messy room in boredom. Your brother, Tim, really wanted to spend some time with you, but he had so much work to do, so he forced you to sit on his lap instead.

It felt like you had scanned over this room at least a tousand times. He tried to clean it regularly so you would at least enter it, but it was still messy.

On the desk in front of you sat a mug filled with coffee. Right when you looked at it, he grabbed it and drank from it.

The steam which once protruded from the mug had faded away long ago.

"How can you drink cold coffee?", you were the first to break the silence.

He simply shrugged and smiled, "You get used to it."

You hummed, eyeing the mug. If you were to knock it over, perhaps you could have a reason to leave his room.

Your only worry was that he would figure you out immediately and remove the mug from your reach, so without thinking, you pretended to accidentally knock the mug onto your lap.

"Oh! Whoops...I should get changed...", you looked up at him expectantly.

The look he gave you indicated that he knew why you spilled coffee over yourself and him, but he just sighed and told you to leave.

You wasted no time exiting his room and closing his door after leaving, but you heard it open again as you were walking away.

You turned around. He was also exiting his room.

"Do you mind helping me clean up?", he asked innocently, "You did spill my coffee on me, after all." He saw the opportunity to clean with you.

Your eye twitched at that. Just when you thought you had gotten away.

"Oh...I am sooo sorry, but dad actually wanted to talk to me about something, so I will be doing that, if you don't mind?", you stuttered.

The slight frown idicated that he knew you were lying, but he had to make the most of it, so a smile returned to his face as he caught up to you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Sure, I also have to talk to Bruce, so let's go together", you glanced at him, very convinced that behind that grin, he was lying.

What made Tim so annoying was his perseverance. He just never gave up, did he?

He took you to the batcave, where your father was sitting at the Batcomputer, and patted you on the back, waiting for you to initiate your conversation.

"Heeeey...dad?", you waited for him to turn to you.

"Sooo....you wanted to talk to me about something, right?", you had taken a few steps towards him, in order to hide the fact that you were gesturing to Tim with your eyes.

He immediately caught on and closed the file on the computer before getting up, "Yes, I had an idea to improve your stay here, let's discuss it over some tea, alright?"

Bruce placed his hand on your shoulder as he guided you out the cave.

Tim was left there dumbfounded, before he remembered that coffee left stains.

~~~~~

"Hold still!", Damian all but shouted.

"I've been sitting here for hours!", you complained. "Just take a picture of me and use that as reference!"

Currently, Damian, your youngest brother, was using you as reference for a painting. In order to assure you would agree, he cuffed you to a chair in his room.

You looked up at him to see why he didn't reply to your protest, only to see him with furrowed eyebrows. Perhaps he was focused. Maybe he was angry. You could never really tell when it came to Damian. Seeing as he wasn't responding to your whining, you just sighed in defeat.

A knock on the door caused you to startle.

"Damian? Have you seen-", Bruce entered the room before looking at you. "Ah, there you are. Do you mind if I steal them for a moment?"

Damian mithered, "If they move now, the pose won't be the same later. I'd like to finish this painting first."

Bruce walked over to inspect the painting Damian was working on.

"It's nice, but won't that take a while? How about you take a picture of them, then the pose stays the same and they don't have to be present."

"It's not the same, besides I'd rather spend time with my actual sibling instead of a picture", Damian gave his best puppy eyes.

Bruce hummed before looking at you, who was trying their best to look sad. Apparently that wasn't working, so you'd have to change the subject.

"Dick is going back home tomorrow, right? He told me he wanted to spend time with me and Damian, perhaps we could do that?", your eyes darted between the two of them, seeking both of their approval.

"Aww! That's so sweet!", a new voice chimed in. Crap. That was Dick. When you said that, you hadn't actually intended to spend time with either of them, but now you would have to.

You laughed awkwardly as you looked to the door and saw Dick leaning on it.

"Hi", was all you could say with the way your throat was constricting.

Bruce looked at Damian questioningly. To be honest, you would rather sit in silence with Damian than talk to Dick, but the choice was not up to you anymore.

"Very well, we shall spend time with Richard. However, I will be taking your picture first, as I would like to finish this painting. I suppose it would take too long with the amount of detail I would like to add, so you may be absent this time", he explained, snapping a picture of you before uncuffing you.

You rubbed your wrists. They were all red. The handcuffs used to hurt, but you had gotten used to them by now.

"Hey, why don't you also come along?", you looked up at Bruce, who was still looking at your wrists.

If he was there, then he would have some control over the others, so you were elated when he agreed. In fact, you even grabbed his hand as you were following Dick.

You did notice the smile on his face, but you pretended to not see it, simply smiling to yourself.

How bittersweet. The man who kidnapped you protected you like a guardian angel would.

#tim drake #yandere tim drake #damian wayne #yandere damian wayne #bruce wayne #yandere bruce wayne #batfam #platonic yandere #platonic batfam #yandere batfam #dc comics #x reader

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craisinsensation1029 · 2 months

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She Missed Me v.2

Hiromi Higuruma

so i did write another version of this, but i like this one a bit better hahaha cus uh... there's penetration lmfao. also i actually edited this one. this one is also on AO3 :)

established relationship (engaged woooo), pussy eating, Hiromi just being a munch meister, he literally talks to ur pussy like fr, vaginal sex, he talks u thru it, pet names, teeny tiny daddy kink, praise kink, implied cockwarming, soft sex, I guess its cute like if u squint

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MDNI

To put it simply, Higuruma is in love with your pussy. He’s so in love with your pussy, actually.

If he could, he would propose to it the same way he did to you just a few months ago. He will always love you more of course, but he would be more than happy to put it on paper, a loud and proud declaration of just how devoted he is to your cunt.

The appearance, whether it’s freshly waxed and completely bare, or with a small little landing strip that guides him to the riches that are your slick folds. Or even when the hair is grown out, peach fuzz tickling his face as he gets ready to dive in and devour you. He really doesn’t care what he’ll find when he pulls your panties down. Better yet, when you lift up the cheeky little skirts and dresses you love wearing and showing him that you aren’t wearing any panties at all. Those times admittedly, turn him on to a degree that some may find alarming.

And that’s not all there is to love appearance wise, oh no. Far from it. When his hands finally do trail down and part your thighs, he always has to stop himself from salivating. Oh how he just loves seeing your little clit, adores sucking it into his mouth until it’s engorged and swollen. Watching you whine and cry out because it’s just too much for you to handle. But how can he really stop himself when he knows how good it feels for you (and in these instances, he ignores the self indulgence sucking on your bud provides for himself). It doesn’t stop there either. Seeing your folds glistening after he gets you off from clitoral stimulation alone, the excitement in knowing his tongue is going to add to the mess.

Then there’s the smell. He doesn’t even know how to describe it, but it’s just so invigorating. Not quite sweet but far from sour. A natural redolence that he wishes he can bottle up and spray whenever he needs a fix.

Lastly, there’s the taste. They always say save the best for last, but even he can admit that he can be a glutton. There aren’t enough words on the planet to describe just how much he loves your nectar; a true ambrosia that is incomparable to anything else that has landed on his taste buds. He can spend hours between your thighs, licking and sucking at you like a man who has been stranded at sea for years and is now relishing in something delectable for the first time.

A true amalgamation that makes him savor every look, every sniff, every touch, every taste.

It's nothing short of an obsession. It would be easy to argue that it's borderline sick how much he loves your pussy, but it's an affliction he wishes to never rid himself of.

It’s the only thing on his mind when he’s having a long day at work, information pertaining to the cases of his clients paling in comparison to the thought of having his face buried between your thighs. Physically he’s sitting across from a client, taking notes and nodding but mentally he’s swimming in your essence, drowning himself in your arousal. He's visited many countries and has indulged in many delicacies, picturesque sights and delicious food people would kill to experience as often as he has. Yet, he feels the most solace when he's home with the greatest treasure there is.

When he can finally log off of his computer and make his way home, he knows there’s only one remedy to the drawn out day. Lucky for him, what he needs is always in stock.

The aroma of your cooking hugs his nostrils when he enters the house, but there’s another scent that will provide him with even more ecstasy. After shrugging off his coat and standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his shoulders slump in relaxation when he sees you. A true virtuoso in everything you do, you move around the kitchen with ease, reaching to one of the higher cabinets where some of the many seasonings are. Summer Walker’s voice over the bluetooth speaker prevents you from hearing his footsteps, so he just stares in admiration for a moment.

Working always finds itself to be fruitful when he has you to come home to. As you bob your head and hum along softly to the song playing he takes a step forward letting his arms encircle your waist, lips brushing along the shell of your ear as he sighs against the softness of your body.

“Hi, ‘Romi,” you say softly, letting your body relax into his touch, melding into him. It’s almost like a reflex, letting your body be cradled by him.

“Hi, baby,” he murmurs, lips moving lower to kiss at the supple skin of your neck, hands pulling you back against him.

“How was work?” you question.

“Long. So long.” He can admit to himself he’s already a bit hard, cock stirring from the moment he parked in the driveway. Probably even before that if he's being completely truthful. His pants were a bit tight as soon as he left the office. “Need you to help me relax.”

“How?” Now, you aren’t oblivious to the affection he loves showering your cunt with, but hearing him saying it always fans the flames of your arousal. Hearing the man that's always so put together voice aloud his lewd thoughts just always riles you up. “Tell me.”

"You really wanna hear?" A soft chuckle leaves his lips and is buried into your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as his hands dip down to the apex of your thighs. He's never been much of a patient man, letting one thumb brush over your clothed clit. “Need to see her,” he says softly. “Been missing and thinking about her all day.”

The words make you clench around nothing, and you can already feel his hardening cock against your ass. The big shirt of his that you're wearing is no match for his bulge.

“C’mon,” Higuruma mutters, lips still sucking against the sensitive portions of your neck, one hand still working at teasing your clit over the shirt. “I know she missed me too.”

And in the blink of an eye you’re sitting on the couch—cooking dinner abruptly paused—with his head sandwiched between your thighs. The slight stubble from a few days of not shaving tickles, but you don't mind.

You can always tell how his day went from how needy he is. On days he doesn’t find as taxing he always starts with showering the lips on your face with kisses, letting his tongue claim the inside of your mouth. A day like today though, the lips below your waist get attention first. You have no issues with that though, none at all.

A small wet patch sits directly in his line of vision as he lets out a sigh of content. “She’s crying for me,” he mumbles. “Guess she missed me as much as I missed her.”

He inches in closer, letting his nose trail up the length of your clothed slit, moaning as your scent invades his nostrils. Your wetness against the bridge of his nose is just a plus as he makes his way up to your clit. He does it again, just letting his nose nuzzle against your cunt, letting your arousal coat his face, breathing in your scent. Already so pussy drunk and he hasn’t even had a taste yet.

His palms find sanctuary on top of your thighs and squeeze as he continues to let his face hug your cunt, nose brushing against your clit deliciously (and very much deliberately) each time.

“Sh-She did,” you breathe out, chest heaving each time he nuzzles against your sensitive bud. He’s doing it on purpose, just teasing, but you know better than to rush him.

“I can tell, baby.” He looks up, lust filling every space in those negative canthal eyes you adore so much. “Gonna take care of her now, don’t worry.” He pulls the crotch of your underwear aside, eyes filled with merriment when he sees your glistening slit, wet spot having grown since he got comfortable between your legs.

His impatience can never be confused with sloppiness. Without wasting time he flattens his tongue against your slit, coating every single one of his taste buds with your nectar. His greed always makes the movements of his tongue calculated, meticulous. He moans in satisfaction, being able to enjoy this reward for sitting in that stuffy office all day. Tropical vacations are nice, but having his tongue lapping at your cunt provides him with just as much tranquility. There isn't a five star meal that can compare to your taste, the one that he's been addicted to from the very first moment you blessed him by opening up your legs and telling him you've never came from head before.

Boy did he show you. And he showed you again, and again, and again.

A moan leaves your lips as his tongue continues to lick at your folds. You know better than to squirm, having been accused of trying to run from him before, but he never understands just how intense the feeling is. He can eat you every night for weeks and it wouldn't change the pleasure he's able to provide you with.

"Fuck, really needed this today." He doesn’t even care how hard he is, only caring about shoving his tongue as deep as he physically can inside your cunt. He keeps working at you, slurping and sucking, letting his head move from side to side.

"Hi--Hiromi, th-that's s'good."

"Yeah?" His hands grip your plush thighs firmly, keeping you in place as he continues dragging his tongue up and down your slit, teasing at your rings of muscle with the point of his tongue as he does. "God, she's trying to drown me," he chuckles lightly, admiring the slickness of your heat. Swimming has always been one of his strong suits though, so he dives back in with more vigor this time. All the while his nose bumps against your clit, little bud past the point of swollen but there isn’t a chance you’ll tell him to stop.

“Always so fucking good, baby,” he murmurs, giving you momentary reprieve as he plants wet kisses along your inner thighs. You’re able to catch your breath for only a moment, but he’s not done. Far from it.

Two masterful fingers circle your entrance before pushing their way inside, met with little resistance as his digits are instantly being hugged by your warm walls. “Already squeezing me so tight." His cock throbs as your walls grip his digits. "I just knew she was thinking about me, maybe I should quit working so I can take care of her full time.” You writhe, cunt clenching around his digits as he pushes them in so he’s knuckle deep. He curls them so they brush against that sweet spot inside of you, a whine escaping from your lips. "What do you think of that, baby?"

"Hah—I—"

He presses against your g-spot again, making it hard to speak. "Hm?" He isn’t expecting an answer, just watching your body contort in pleasure. "Want Daddy to take care of this pussy all day, don't you?"

"Ye-Yeah," you whimper out, hips shifting.

"Maybe one of these days, Daddy still has to make money to take care of you," he mumbles, eyeing your clit. “But, let me give her a kiss. Know she missed me the most.”

Your breath catches in your throat when his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking the pearl—his crowned jewel—into his mouth. His grip on your thighs tighten and his cocks throbs in tandem with the pulsing of your cunt as he continues curling his fingers against your g spot. He doesn’t care how loud you moan or how fidgety you are, undeterred from his make out session with your cute little clit. Oh, how much he missed her.

It's impossible to part with someone you've missed when you see them. He only raises momentarily to let his tongue lap at the wetness enveloping his fingers before he’s back on your clit, alternating between hard and soft sucks.

Every moan of his that vibrates against your clit brings the band holding your orgasm closer and closer to snapping. He presses one hand against your stomach, applying more pressure while he sucks your clit harshly, peering up at you as he does. “Come on,” he urges. “Wanna taste more of her, come for me baby. Give it all to me.”

“F-Fuckkk.” Listening to Higuruma’s demands should be one of the ten commandments. His words make you release instantly, catapulting to a plane of pure ecstasy as your walls clamp down around his fingers erratically.

He slowly pulls them out, slurping at the string of wetness that connects his fingers to your cunt. Next he laps up your cum, shamelessly moaning. “Fuck.” He looks down at his cock, desperately straining against his slacks. “I think there’s a little bit more I can do to show how much I missed her,” he says, undoing the button on his slacks. “Let me show you baby.”

Your chest is still heaving from your orgasm, but you lay on your back on the couch as Higuruma swiftly undresses, his slacks, blazer, dress shirt and boxer briefs in a haphazard pile on the floor.

He lays on top of you, lifting up the fabric of your shirt to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. The peak stiffens and you can’t help but moan as his hot tongue swirls around the bud. He kisses the space in between your breasts as his mouth gives your other nipple the same treatment, never one to miss pleasuring every part of your body. As his teeth gently bite down on your nipple, his hand is guiding his stiff cock to your entrance, tip rubbing against your swollen bud.

“Oh.” You writhe beneath him at the combined sensations, the light pain of his teeth along with the overstimulation of your clit, but it’s good, so.good.

“I know, I know baby,” he mumbles, voice muffled. “Need to feel her…”

You nod, desperate to be stretched and filled with his cock, the only one you think about and crave.

He lets the head of his cock brush against your clit again, letting his precome smear over it before he goes down to your slit, a grunt leaving his lips as he makes his way inside.

And how could he forget to mention the feel of your cunt in his earlier soliloquy. It’s tightness, its warmth, the way your walls have molded to take every single inch of him. Like a hot bubble bath after a demanding day, a cup of hot cocoa on the coldest day of the year, a sweater embroidered with his name on it, he finds comfort and ease when he’s buried deep inside of you.

The soft hairs on his chest brush against your breasts as he lets his weight settle on top of you, hips pressed together as the last inch of his heavy cock finds its home in your warm walls. His cock pulses as you clamp, a practiced song and dance as your arms snake around his neck and your legs wrap around his waist.

You’re always so warm, lighting up Higuruma from the inside out. The only thing that’s cold is the band of the engagement ring on your finger on the back of his neck, but that iciness is as sweet as ice cream; a reminder that you belong to each other, an alignment of affection and mingling of souls.

“Hiromi,” you pant against his lips, grinding your hips against him.

“Just give me a minute,” he murmurs, forehead resting against yours as his cock throbs again. “God, wish I could just stay like this all day with you.”

Your chest heaves against his as you urge his head closer to yours, capturing his lips in a kiss. The exchange of spit as your tongues slide against each other is amorous as ever, his hand moving up to gently caress the side of your face as the kiss grows more intense.

He starts to move, hips retracting and plunging into you while your lips are still connected. Each thrust is deep, reaching that spot inside of you that makes your legs tremor. But you still cling to him, insistent on having him as close to you as possible.

“God, she’s always sucking me in,” he grits out as his hips drive forward again. It’s a particularly deep thrust, one where you swear you feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock. Yet, it feels so natural, like your body was made just for him to blissfully invade with his girth. “So perfect, so fucking perfect,” he pants out, daring to press his hips evern closer even though he’s already buried to the hilt inside of you. “And she’s mine, you’re mine.”

His lips find yours again as you whine, moaning into his mouth as he continues to roll his hips into you, filling you tenderly with his devotion.

“Oh—ah—”

“Stay with me, baby.” His thumb grazes the apple of your cheeks as your eyes start to flutter close in the same fashion that your cunt starts to quiver around him. “Need to see that pretty face when you come, please.”

Even with the pleasure threatening to drown you, Higuruma is the lifevest that always keeps you bobbing on the surface. “That’s it,” he says. “Good girl, you’re so close.” He pushes in slowly, feeling his own cock throbbing, imminent release on the horizon. “Fuck.” His hips draw back and roll forward languidly, the sounds of your collective pants and your cunt squelching roaring in his ears.

“Hi—Hiromi—I—”

“Let me have it.” He rocks into you a final time, a rough thrust that makes your eyes widen, the barest color of your eyes visible around your pupils as you come around him. The far off twinkling stars in your vision are no match for Higuruma’s face that you stay focused on through your orgasm. He stays buried inside you, grunting as your cunt continues to spasm around him. “Did so good for me baby, fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you answer back breathless, willing your shaky legs to stay wrapped around him. “Wanna feel you too,” you mewl.

“Yeah,” he whispers, speeding up his motions, fucking you into an overstimulated state. “Gonna give you all of me, just—fuck.”

His lips crash against yours as he fills you with the torrents of his passion, a stream of white that coats the lining of your walls. His cock twitches as he empties into you, swallowing your moans with his mouth as his pelvis melds with yours.

Once your lips part his body stays on top of yours like a weighted blanket, providing you with all of the security and comfort that you could possibly need.

“Hiromi,” you say softly, face flushed, post orgasmic bliss glazing your eyes over. “I need to finish dinner.”

“We can order out,” he answers, burying his face into your neck. Even as his cum starts to leak out, making both of your skin sticky, he keeps his cock lodged in your softness. “Just need to stay with her a little longer.”

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eluxcastar · 4 months

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For the whole dottore basically adopting the reader, what would he do if reader got sick? And would reader call him dad, dottore or zandik?

Dadtore with his sick child

── ୨୧：il dottore & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: more dadtore but with germs this time (the first germs)

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child reader, not proofread, also written at one am I'll edit in the morning 😭

୨୧﹑words :: 700

originally this was gonna be another ramble but I was like this could be cute let's write it. as for the name I actually have no idea largely because when I wrote child reader last time I wrote them intentionally without dialogue so I actually didn't even consider it but Dad feels like a very down the road choice

Zandik feels more familiar than Dottore but whether he'd want a kid running around calling him that to everyone is a different question. I think there's a definite Dottore to Dad pipeline

Perhaps you managed, no thanks to your infinite curiosity, to get into the things he'd tried to keep you from. Dottore thought he'd done everything he could possibly do, but children find a way. When you wake up in the middle of the night to him still up and about, he's surprised to find you look barely awake, unsurprising on its own, but you are unsteady and warm to the touch.

That's not good. You've never been sick before. Dottore pauses, hand practically glued to you as he tries to think of what to do. Should he run you a cold bath? Maybe he should leave you or warm you up more so that you can sweat it out easily. He's not even sure what's wrong with you yet.

You're sleepy, it seems, as you're passed out in Dottore's arms before he can even carry you back to your makeshift bed, breath softening against his skin as your head rests on his shoulder. It's such a natural way for you to settle by now, even after only a few months, that Dottore waits to let go. You feel too warm, too fragile. It is the polar opposite of how cold you were when he found you.

He sets you back in your spot on the couch and wraps your blankets tightly around you. Your face is flushed, and you still look far too addled.

Rest and a lot to drink are enough, but they certainly don't feel like enough as Dottore stares down at you, all curled up amongst your blankets. More than ever, you look like a pathetic newborn kitten stumbling about and too small to do anything but sleep and blink with great effort. It's all in an endearing way. Dottore can't have you dying on him, especially not to a fever, but there's little he can actually do to help you and little that says he should be. Fevers are the kind of thing you have to sweat out, often because they're fighting something else. Dottore knows that well.

"Did you touch anything you weren't supposed to?" he asks. Dottore doesn't recall a time at which you went poking around with a dedication to finding anything or that you didn't cut it out the moment he scolded you.

You slowly shake your head as you register his question. It reassures him, seeing as he can't find a reason to doubt that. You've had very few problems with honesty before today. You're trustworthy enough not to interrogate you.

"Then you got it from someone else," he concludes. "You're not uncomfortable?"

Again, you shake your head once the question sets in. That's the best you'll get as you are. Whatever this fever is trying to fight off is not something you found in a petri dish and probably came from your disagreeable habit of being far too welcoming to strangers in the lab. If nothing else, he can find comfort in the fact he won't spend the next few hours worrying if you've contracted a deadly disease or greatly repel properties of the abyss. You're still very safe right here where he's able to watch over you.

Dottore takes a moment to lay you down, a vaguely tender show of practically pushing you over as you've dozed off to sleep again in the time it takes him to act. Dottore collects the mess of blankets around you and pulls them over you, opting to keep you from getting cold unless you get worse or throw them off in your sleep. He finds his overcoat bunched at your feet and drapes that on top of the blankets too, your favourite item of comfort and what keeps you most warm.

Dottore sits beside you in the tiny space between your feet and the edge of the couch. There is just enough room for him. His hand rests against your leg as he waits, watching your chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. He is pleased to see you sleep well despite the circumstances.

That coat had once been wrapped around you, cold and shivering, and it engulfed you with fabric to spare. Dottore doesn't mind sharing it with you now.

#♡ — anon visit.#✦ — headcanons.#✦ — fluff.#dottore #il dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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j-u-u-z-o · 16 days

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34 + 35 (Shuhei Hisagi x F. Reader) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: Yes. The time has come. My first shuhei scenario! ☺️ I just wanted test my luck and see what I can do with this fella. And, I just know I ate this up! Enjoy! 💕

Synopsis: The deadline is approaching and shuhei is overwhelmed. you want your bf to take a break from his job as the Editor-of-Chief of the Seireitei Communications Board. He’s gotta give in one way or the other for you. And, you know that. But, will he?

WARNING: Shuhei being a cute tomato, needy cuddly gf, dry humping, 69, smut, a sweetheart but can be a freak in the sheets, GRAMMAR

Take your time reading and dive into the story!

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The sounds of paper shifting from one place to the other echoed in the bedroom. The news stories that need to be edited were scattered all over the bed as shuhei held one up to go over it. And, the other one in his free hand probably forgotten. He mumbled a random paragraph to himself with focused yet tired eyes. Squinting to find any more errors.

“Tsk.” He put the article down in front of him and leaned forward to edit a few errors in the paragraph. A long tired sigh dragged in the room as he read it over again. He then ripped his eyes away from the paper, scribbled with his word vomit, and picked up another article. His back was aching so badly from the way he sat in bed. He ignored it and started reading another piece. On the other hand, you were busy packing some of the leftovers from dinner in the kitchen. You brought food for him a while ago while you had to eat yours by yourself… in the living room.

As time went by, you looked at the time on the microwave. A short sigh left your lips and you turned back to pick up the stacked bowls and walked to the refrigerator. “He needs to take a break.” You placed them inside the fridge’s shelves. “Even if it’s just a short one.” You mumbled, closing the fridge door. You looked around the kitchen to make sure everything was tidied up before you turned off the lights and stepped out of the room and went to the living room.

You sat in the living room. Mindlessly watching tv as time went by. And yet, Shuhei never left his bedroom. The known fact made you stare into space the more you thought about it. As a matter of fact, it’s been over…3 hours since he “locked” himself in there. Initially, you came to his place to spend time with him after work and to stay over. He had told you that he needs to finish some work. But, he’s clearly overworking himself. He even promised that he was going to take some breaks, but of course, that never happened. It made you made you angry and worried about him at the same time.

Shuhei is an extremely mature and calm person. despite his punk-like appearance, he’s a very hardworking man who takes responsibility and risks when possible. You love that for him. Everything, actually. He’s a busy man. Yes. But he needs to be reminded that there’s only one shuhei. And you will not lose him because of stress.

“You know what…”. You got up from the comfort of his couch and turned off the tv and headed to his bedroom.

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Quietly, you walked in the hallway. You felt a little intrusive as you did even though you care about his well being. As you got closer to his door, you heard him mutter something under his breath. Your fingers held on to the door handle on the sliding door and you took a deep breath. Just as you were about to slide it open, the sharp sounds of paper getting shifted around quickly made you stop. You really don’t want to disturb him but you insisted.

You slid the door open slowly and looked up to see him surrounded by papers thrown around him in various directions on the bed. He’s very passionate about his job as the EIC of the Seireitei Communications Bulletin Board. But, he can find someone who can help him with his work. Like Izuru, you noted to yourself. Distracted by the scenery, “oh”, he noticed you were standing at the doorway. “Hey babe.” He smiled. You regained your focus and smiled softly at him and walked over to the bed. He outstretched his arm to come over to his side and wrapped it around your form. “What’s up?” he looked up at you while his fingers rubbed your side. You whined softly. “Hm?” He blinked, watching you quietly crawl into the bed and sit next to him — your legs resting on your side. “What’s wrong?” He asked as you looked at all of the scattered papers with a pout.

“Y/n-“

“I want to cuddle with you.” You whined, leaning on his side.

Your warmth instantly sends shivers down to his spine. A faint tinge of red covered his cheeks. “B-babe…I-i can’t.” He stammered, refusing politely to your request. He picked up another article and started reading it. To regain his focus, again. He feels bad for choosing his job over you. Just this once, he mentally noted. The deadline is his top priority. Your eyes flickered to the article he held in his right hand. An op-ed , you noted. You began brushing his left arm as he read it. Up…and down. Slowly caressing his muscles and then sliding it down softly until your dainty hand interlaced his own, lovingly. “Shu~” you whined lowly. He hummed. “Take a nap with me.” You held onto his hand and looked up him. “I can’t.” He refused again.

You played with his fingers as he read a paragraph. He let you. Eventually, circling his paln with the tip of your finger. Slowly. the soft tingles travelled up his arm. “Mmm.” He moaned, smiling as he read a sentence. You smiled softly and did it again. Over and over until he turned to kiss your forehead.

After a long while, you rested your head on his shoulder and caressed his forearm. Your fingertips rubbed against the veins on it. A sigh left your nose and you shifted. He continued reading over the words. You took his arm and put it in between your breasts. He frowned as you did. Trying to focus. But your sweet warmth is distracting him. especially his arm being sandwiched between your breasts. You moved your chest up and down while you held on to his hand. “Babe…” he said lowly. There was no tinge behind it. But you weren’t sure if it was a call to stop or if he was actually liking it. You looked up at him as you did. His face looked focused. However, you swayed your breasts side - to - side playfully on purpose. He bit his bottom lip.

That caught his attention.

You did it again with a little more force until he turned his head to you. “What are y—“ you kissed him softly, cutting him off. “Wha-“ you kissed him again. “Babe- I…“ and again. “I- I- need to….” And again. “Y/n—“. And another until he leaned back. You whined, pouting at his rejection. “Shu~.” You leaned closer to him. He looked at you expectantly with a flushed look on his face. “Let’s take a little nap.” You said softly, resting your hand on this thigh. “I…I just have a few more left, baby.” He sighed, wrapping his arm around your form and digging his fingers in your side. Begging you to bear with him just for a little while more. “Okay.” You hummed and slid your hand up to his chest. “But you need a break.” Your hand felt his chest rise and fall as you did. “ I know…”He turned back to the forgotten article.

You snuck your hand inside his shihakusho. “Stop.” He moved it away and held your hand. You pouted. He knows he needs to take a break but he can’t. So he thinks.

Quickly, you moved down and hooked your legs hooked his own on either side. Trapping him. “O-oi!” His face started to turn red. You were straddling him…in reverse. “Y-y/n!” You smiled — seating yourself, perfectly. Your ass just right above his bulge.

The room was quiet. Awkwardly quiet. Resting your hands in front of you to anchor yourself, you sat comfortably above his groin with a cute smile on your face..

The white noise in the air can be felt. “You can go back to what you’re doing, shu.” you turned back to look at him, softly. He stared back at you in surprise. Blinking at your audacity, as a matter of fact. His cheeks looks more red than before.

Cute. You smiled.

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The sounds of the fabrics rubbing against each other were heard between you two.You were busy grinding on his clothed bulge. You rolled your hips in circles. Slowly, but with enough pressure to feel his cock rubbing against your pussy. Shuhei was forcing himself to focus on his work. His brows deepened to make him look so. even though, your sweet warmth felt so good. “Mm.” You moaned lowly, rubbing your pussy against the soft fabric with good measure. He bit his lip when you shifted a bit to get some more friction as tried to read a sentence for the fifth time. Since, the article kept moving side - to - side from your ministrations. Clearly, it was hard for him to read it. He moved the paper out of the way and saw your covered ass under the black night dress rocking him in bed. He stared hard. His eyes heavily focused on your ministrations while he held up the article up to the side. He bit his bottom lip as you did. It felt so good.

Soon after, you started bouncing your ass on his clothed length. “Ugh.” He panted lowly, still in a daze as he watched your ass shaking on his clothed cock. You couldn’t see him but you were making him bounce in the bed too. He bit his bottom lip hard as he started to get hard from the way his body moved around as he sat in bed. He gripped the paper in his hand when he felt a good spot your ass was bouncing on — the tip. He rewarded you with a heavy sigh. “Unh!” You hiccuped, feeling it poking your pussy. You started humping it quickly — making you shiver as felt how hard flaccid it’s become. You felt like you were humping a hard stick. A really good one.

You leaned forward and went back to bouncing on his cock. “Damn.” He grit his teeth. The way you shook your ass up and down, shuhei gave an open mouth groan while he was getting rocked by just your ass. You then bucked your hips roughly against the tip. “Mrm!” You whimpered at the sensation; making your pussy throb more. He laid his head back on the headboard — relishing the fluttering sensations his cock was receiving from you. “Aaaaahhh.” He sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling. His mouth wide open, he breathed heavily at the sensation and spreads his legs out more. “Uuuunh.” He moaned lowly, feeling more of that sweet warmth of your ass. He ripped his eyes away from the ceiling and looked down at you. His cheeks were hot. He rests his hand on your ass to make sure it’s not going anywhere while he held on to the now-crumbled paper in the other. His slow yet rough breathes didn’t go unnoticed by you. Especially, his toes were clenching. Shuhei grits his teeth roughly to cover his moans. He knows you got him wrapped around your finger. He’s stubborn. However, the way your ass bounces on his length makes him choke on his breath every time.

Huh?

He noticed a shiny wet patch on his pants. He wants to lift up your dress but this view is too much for him. So he thinks; letting curiosity get the best of him. You shook your ass in front him to encourage him since you felt his hand grip on your night dress, shyly. You waited for him but you pulled it up for him. “W-wha-!” He stammered, his eyes widened when you pulled your dress up and showed him your glistening pussy. His face turned red like a tomato while his cock twitches. “Babe! Y-you’re not…” he whispered in surprise, staring at your pretty flesh. “Hmm?” You turned around, acting oblivious. You rubbed your pussy against the dark fabric and he breathed in deeply when he saw the long strings of your arousal stretching out as you did. “Mmmm.” You shut your eyes to relish the pure sensation of the soft fabric. You spread your legs further part as the source of warmth was stroking your pussy, softly. Just slowly brushing your folds and your clit against it. It was making your pussy pulsate at the sensation, relentlessly.

He shyly looked at your beautiful ass and your glistening puffy pussy. It was too hot to ignore.

“S-shit.” He had to rip his eyes away from you and forced himself to look at the poor crumbled article in his hand. “Mmmm~” you hummed softly at the sensation, slowly circling your ass on his clothed cock, making your pussy throb with excitement. He peeked at you from his peripheral. Your moans echoed in his head. You sat up and looked down in between. You slid your hand in between your legs and searched for his fly on his pants. He squinted. Not sure if he should stop you or not. You pushed the fabric to either side and unveiled his hard cock. He breathed in heavily as you gently pulled it out and stroked it, slowly. You aligned the tip against your pussy and began grinding on it. His cock was sandwich in between your folds. You leaned on one of your elbows and rolled your hips up against the warm flesh. “Aaahh.” You moaned softly, stroking your folds slowly against his cock. His eyes were getting hazy as he watched. The way his cock was getting smothered with your warm arousal lovingly, his mouth got watery at the sight. “W-wow.” He panted, not daring to rip his eyes away from your beautiful pussy.

The slow wet sounds goes unnoticed as your pussy glazed his sheath with your warm arousal. He stared deeply at the tip of his cock getting covered by your slickness; creating a shiny warm cover around it. “O-oh.” He sucked his breath when you teased the tip by poking it against your entrance but not going all the way in.

Tsk. That’s it.

You slid your pussy against the thick shaft slowly while your eyes were shut. You were in your own world — relishing the pleasure you were feeling —

“Hm?” Your eyes opened and you stopped. You felt a warm digit rubbing against your cunt. It rubbed it in circles and then dipped inside your cunt. You turned to look at him and saw pure lust in his sharp eyes. You clenched around his thumb as it was dipping into your cunt, teasingly. He immediately picked up the articles and dumped them on his nightstand and said heavily, “Come here..”, before he laid down and pulled you back effortlessly with your legs and pushed your rear up to his face.

Your face suddenly felt hot.

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Your trembling lips faced his length. His arms were wrapped around your thighs and his muscular hands spread your cheeks open; observing your glistening pussy. You stroked his cock as he did; waiting for him to start. You felt his exhale brush your flesh. “Uuunnh” you moaned, shivering when he slid his tongue in between your folds. Your legs twitched at the sensation. Making your squirm in his grip. He did it again. And again. Earning him a gratified sigh from your trembling lips. “Mmmm.” You bit your lip when you felt the warm muscle circle your clit. “Unh~!” You gasped, trembling in his hold as you stroke his cock. Your brows deepened as you did; trying so hard not cum so soon. So, you bit your bottom lip for some kind of self control. His tongue glides through your pussy and you rolled your hips on it. “Oh fuck! Shu~” you lifted your head up and hissed. You rewarded him by licking the underside of the tip of his cock. Slowly, with some pressure against your soft tongue. “U-uunh.” He moaned as he circled your clit. You circled the pinkish head lovingly like it was a lollipop; feeling the veins on your tongue as you did. “A-aaah.” He breathed out heavily and clenched his toes. You were mimicking the way he was licking your folds and then dippinng it inside your cunt. He listened to the wet sounds of his tongue licking your wet pussy and cunt — watching your pussy throbbing in front of his eyes. “Ugh!” You hiccuped as he mouthed your entire pussy and kissed it deeply. The wet lip smacking sounds rang in yours ears and your tummy pushed in — fluttering from the warmth of his crafty mouth.

He was eating your pussy with his eyes shut. Sucking your inner lips with so much want that it made you shiver. You began sucking his cock. Wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking gently while your tongue swiped around it. “Ugh.” He groaned, licking his lips to relish the warmth from your mouth. He spreads your cheeks out more and started flicking your clit, feverishly. “Mm!” you whimpered as you sucked it, fondling his sack, gently. You felt it twitch in your hand and you kneaded it more. “Shit.” He spreads his legs further apart and pushed his hips up to your mouth from the sensations.

With a wet pop, you licked down his length and sucked his sack. “Aaawwwwh.” He moaned heavily and dropped his head back on the pillow. “Mmm.” You sucked the skin and licked around it. He stared up at the ceiling and breathed heavily as you did. “Oh baby.” He breathed out. Your warm lips felt so good fondling his sack. He smacked your ass to reward you. You licked all the way up to the tip and flicked it, playfully. “U-ugh.” He shivered at the sensation. His face contorting as you did. A sudden shock of pleasure spread through your body when his tongue grazed your clit with good measure. You broke away and whined. He kissed it with gentle sucks — bobbing his head slowly as if he’s kissing your soft lips. “U-Unh.”Your pants came out like hiccups. You arched your back to dig your knees deeper into the bed to get more friction from his lips. “Uuuuuunh.” You moaned, backing your pussy closer to his face. You shook your ass to get more of it as he started licking your pulsating clit. “Right there, right there...” You praised, your clit pulsating uncontrollably. “Oooo.” You cried as you began circling your pussy against his tongue roughly. Within seconds your were becoming a twitching mess. “U-ugh!” You cried when he tightened his grip around your thighs and sucked your pulsating clit roughly. “Aaaaah!” You cried loudly, squirming in his tight grip and falling down.

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The sounds of the bed springs bouncing steadily and heavy breathing filled the air. You cupped his face and stared into his face. Nose to nose, you rode his cock slowly yet roughly with so much want as he sat up. His arms wrapped around you, he held you tightly to anchor you. “Uuuuunh.” He drawled, looking up at you like you were goddess. You hummed as you rolled your hips and observed his face. “Oooh. Fuck…” he shut his eyes to relish your tight warmth as you rode his cock like ocean waves. “Uuuugh. Fuck.” He groaned lazily, breathing in to your face when you clenched him. “Mm.” You moaned softly, staring deeply at him. His cock was stroking your walls so well lovingly. The tip poking your sweet spot when you grind on him steadily with passion.

“You feel so good, baby.” You whispered, pushing yourself closer to his chest as you rode him. Your hard nipples brushed against his chest earning a deep satisfied pant escape his nose. His hands started brushing up and around your smooth back. Slowly and lovingly; mimicking the way your pussy strokes his cock so well. “Awh. Fuck.” He looked down and rolled his hips up. “Oh. Fuck.” He said again, looked at you with hazy eyes, drunk over your pussy hugging him. You giggled softly and kissed his nose. “Mmmm.” He moaned and shut his eyes again.

The sight made you more wetter. Soon after, He increased his pace a bit when he heard the wet sounds coming from your pussy. “Feels so good.” He whispered, looking up at you with so much love. Everything felt so good between you two. He deep sigh came out from him and he rests his hands on your waist. His fingers were digging in your sides whenever you poked your sweet spot and relishing the warmth of your ass rubbing against his thighs. He’s in heaven.

“Mm.” You hummed and kissed his lips, softly. Both lips enveloped each other, slowly. Dancing with rhythm to the slow yet rough pace of your guys’s ministrations. The passionate slow kisses echoed in the air as you both pleased each other. You broke away by licking the top of his lip and you gently pushed him back on the mountain of pillows. He smirked at you and chucked softly. You placed your hands on his chest and began rolling your hips slowly as you straddled him. “Mmm~” he moaned and smirked at your task. He brushed your thighs as you did while his body was getting rocked up by you, lovingly. “Unh.” You moaned softly, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you rode on his cock. “Awh yeah.” He whispered lowly, looking up at you. His voice filled your ears with praises. Telling you how good you’re doing and how beautiful you look. “Just like that.” He pushed his feet in a bit to feel your ass rubbing him and then bit his bottom lip and slides his hands behind your ass and started thrusting into your cunt with good measure.

Your hiccups were music to his hears as he bucked his hips in to your sobbing cunt. The skin slapping sounds echoed in the room as he watched his cock enter you — glazed with your sweet warm arousal. “Oh Yeah.” You whispered breathlessly, your breasts were bouncing from his ministrations. You were rising and falling from his cock beautifully. “You like that, huh.” He smirked, bitting his bottom lip from the way your pussy taking him so well from his controlled thrusts.

“That’s it.” He hissed, grabbing your ass while you bounced on his length. The tip hitting your sweet spot it knew so so well. He rolls his hips up to meet your sobbing cunt, deeply. “Oooo.” He founded an even better spot and thrusts deeply into your sobbing cunt quickly. “There it is. Right there.” He praised, heeding the wet sounds mixed your ass slamming against his thighs.

“Uuuugghh.” He dropped his head back on the pillow. Your pants were music to his ears. He looked at up you and observed your assets responding to his deep controlled thrusts. “Yeah, baby.” He whispered, sliding his hands up to your breasts. “Ride it.” He breathed heavily, kneading your flesh. You placed your on either side of his head and started riding his cock feverishly. “Mmmm.” You whimpered breathlessly, your wet pussy slapping against his pelvis. He dropped his legs and spreads them legs apart. “Uuuunh..” he groaned deeply, his body getting rocked up by you quickly. The legs of the bed creaked quickly as you both were reaching your high. “Go ‘head baby.” He dropped his hands on either side and pushed his head back deeply into the pillow. “Take me away.” He hissed, thrusting into you quickly. “U-unh!” You cried, feeling the hot syrupy feeling swarm in your tummy.

You ass bounced crazily on him as he slams into your sobbing cunt. “Sh-shu!” You feel a wave of your release coming as you looked down at him. He looked completely blissed out. His eyes were shut and He breathed heavily as you rode him quickly. “Ah-aunh.” You cried, your walls were crumbling with the need to release. He grins at the fluttering sensations and slides his hands down to your waist.

“Ah! Aaaah!” You squirmed crazily, squirting on him. The filthy wet sounds rang between you two as he kept going. “Awwwhh.” He moaned, pushing his head back into the pillow as he slams onto your trembling core. Your walls were squeezing him so much. He smacked your ass roughly as he fucks you feverishly. Soon after, his hips started gyrating. “Ha…ha!” He choked on his breath heavily. “Mm!” His face contorted as gets closer to his release. His fingers digs deep into your sides as he did. “U-uuuugh!” He growls deeply, shooting his cum inside of you. “Shu!”You felt it as he did and twitched from the overstimulating sensations. Making you shoot spurts of your fluids on him.

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His choked breaths echoed in the thick air. His cock covered in his cum, he gave a few short thrusts to cool off from the intense orgasm. You whimpered softly at the sensation and sat on it whenever he thrusts up into your messy cunt. “Mmm.” He heaved as you did, opening his eyes. “Ugh~” he slid inside slowly, taking his time to feel your squeezes around his cock. You leaned forward and kissed him. He moaned in the kisses as he circled his hips until the orgasm faded away. “Mmm…baby.” He broke away from the lazy kiss. You hummed softly as you started leaving soft wet pecks on his left cheek and down to his neck. “Ugh…I don’t think I’ll be able to finish my work.” He said lazily and chuckled. You broke away from your task and giggled softly at the man below you. “That was the plan.” You whispered softly. He snorted. “What will I do without you...”

“Pass out.” You blurted out. He hummed in agreement. “I owe you one.” He smiled softly and you nodded. “Good. I want you to call in sick tomorrow and give the rest of the work to Izuru.” You told the man. You didn’t stutter.

“Eh?” His eyes widened in surprise.

“No exceptions.” You said sharply and kissed his cheek.

He sighed.

Izuru…please don’t kill me.

He cries inside for the rest of the night.

End.

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read 'em and weep #3

you and Eddie spend more time together. romance blossoms.

Chapter 3 Eddie x Bookworm!Reader Series Read Ch. 2 -> Here!

Contains: Eddie x Reader, fem!bookworm!reader, lowkey shy!reader, new love and giddiness all around, and a brief cameo from Steve. No mention of reader's physical appearance, no use of y/n. Warnings: mentions of food/eating. Word Count: ~5.5k this took me sooo, ridiculously long to finish. work, writer's block, etc kept getting in the way! hopefully this is okay. i've spent far too much time at this point editing & second-guessing everything, i finally just had to stop overthinking & post!

You’re lying on your bed, nearly dozing when the telephone on your nightstand starts ringing shrilly.

The shock of it startles you from your half-sleep, and you blearily push yourself upright from the prone position. One hand smashes into the pages of the magazine you’d been skimming through, which slips forward on the soft bed covers.

Too comfy to really want to move, you stretch over and clumsily pick up the phone, bringing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Eddie,” says the voice on the other end. There’s a fuzziness around the edge of his words as they crackle through the speaker.

It’s not the first time he’s rang you at this hour, but a thrill still shoots through you at the sound of his voice. “Hi.”

Eddie has quickly become a fixture in your life over the past few weeks. Your friendship continued to blossom with each visit he paid you at the library, where he gave you live updates on his reading progress, not even bothering to wait until he was finished before sharing his opinions. He was nice, and funny, and you became increasingly fond of him.

Then one day, while he was chatting your ear off about something or other, it hit you: you think Eddie’s pretty. His face is sculpted but soft, everything just looks so soft. The rounded chin and cheeks, the bulbous tip of his nose that looks like the perfect place to plant a tiny kiss…

He had kept on talking, but you could hardly hear what he was saying. Suddenly all you could focus on was the prickly warmth creeping up the back of your neck and into your ears. It was reminiscent of a feeling you’d had once or twice before around him, but this time it came in swinging. And finally, you could see it for what it really was. Oh.

“Did I wake you up? Sorry, I know it’s kinda late.”

“No, I was still up.”

You sound a bit groggy, but if Eddie notices, he doesn’t mention it. “Okay, good. How are you?”

“I’m alright. How are you?”

“I’m alright,” he echoes back wryly. “How was your day? Did you have to work?”

“Yes, I did. It was good.” You reconsider, an uncomfortable moment spent with your boss flashing back to you, and grimace. “Mostly, anyway. How was your day?”

“Listen, don’t worry about me yet, I’m trying to ask about you. Tell me about your day, why was it only mostly good?”

Eddie seems to have a knack for that; saying things that make your heart flutter in a very nonchalant way, like it’s no big deal. You’re glad this conversation is over the phone, so he can’t see the dopey look on your face.

“Well…” You bite your lip. “It’s not a big deal, but do you know the librarian at all?”

“Marissa? Unfortunately. She’s kind of a bitch.”

“Yeah, she is. And today she overheard me telling another clerk what I have planned for Story Time this weekend, and she doesn’t like it. So she got kind of nasty with me.”

“Why? Are you reading something very inappropriate?”

“I want to read them this Dr. Seuss book, Bartholomew and the Oobleck, do you remember that one? And then for the craft period, we’ll make the oobleck. It’s really easy, just cornstarch and water. But she’s saying that I shouldn’t do it because it’s going to make too much of a mess.”

“Oobleck is supposed to be a really thick slime, right? The whole point is that it gets everywhere and they can’t get rid of it?”

“Well, yeah,” you admit. “So she might actually have a point.”

“Are you kidding?” he replies brightly. “They’ll love that shit. You should do it anyway, I think that’s a sick idea.”

“Thank you.” There’s a touch of pride in your voice. You really do try your best to come up with fun and interesting things for the kids. Encouraging them to read and sparking their creativity is all you ever hope for. “I also think it’s a great opportunity to teach them all about non-Newtonian fluids.”

Eddie barks out a laugh, and it digs sharply into your ear.

“You’re funny sometimes, you know that?”

You were being serious, but if it means you’re making Eddie laugh, then you suppose you’ll take it.

He continues without waiting for an answer. “If you need help cleaning up after, I can be around for that, since I don’t work until later.”

Immediately, your brain conjures up visions of green goo splattering everywhere, getting stuck to the low tables and entrenching itself into the carpet. You can’t bring yourself to inflict that upon him. “That’s awfully sweet of you, but you absolutely do not have to do that,” you reassure him.

“I’ll be there,” he says firmly.

“No!”

“I wanna play with the oobleck. I’ll be there.”

“Fine,” you concede with a laugh. “I won’t argue with that.” There’s a warm pause, mutual affection running through the miles of telephone wire connecting the two of you. You fiddle with a small pilled spot on the bedspread. “So how’s the latest book coming along?”

“Well,” he heaves out with a great sigh, “I finally finished Left Hand of Darkness, which was really good. I can’t say I liked it better than Earthsea, but I enjoyed it. I get why you like it so much.”

“Comes down to personal preference. I’ve never met a bigger fantasy nerd than you, so Earthsea would be tough competition.”

“For my own sake, I’m choosing to take that as a compliment. Oh, and Genly and Estraven definitely had sex when they were alone on the ice together. I don’t care if they say otherwise.”

“Oh, they totally did!” you concur with a giggle.

“They were definitely kemmering, or whatever it is you’re supposed to call it. Anyway, I’m on to Geek Love now, and frankly, I’m shocked that you recommended this to me.”

“Why? You don’t like it?” It is a little grotesque, but you thought he’d be into that.

“No, I do. But I just can’t believe that a sweet thing like you would read a book like this.”

Your cheeks flood with heat as the word bounces around your head. Sweet, sweet, sweet — he thinks I’m sweet. “I like all kinds of books,” you mumble, and mentally kick yourself for not coming up with something more flirtatious to say back. The banter came a little more easily before you realized just how much you like him.

“So I’ve gathered.”

“Just you wait. I’ll have you reading the Brontës in no time.”

He huffs in disbelief. “Right. That’s likely.” He clears his throat. “Hey, um, can I ask you something?” There’s an edge to his voice you’re not used to hearing.

“Shoot.”

“Do you wanna come and hang out at my place this weekend? We could get food and watch a movie, like Lord of the Rings or something, if you still wanted to see it. Or we can go to the video store and pick something out. You can choose.”

So far, Eddie’s only ever come to visit you at the library. The prospect of spending time with him alone — truly alone, without coworkers and patrons lurking just around the corner — makes your heart hammer dizzyingly against your ribs. You keep your answer simple. “Yes. I would like that.”

“Awesome.”

Wayne can hear one side of the discussion drifting through the trailer when he comes home, kicking his work boots off and leaving them by the door. Halfway across the living room he spies his nephew in the kitchen, and his eyebrows shoot up at the state of him.

Eddie’s leaning with his back against the wall, the phone held in place between his cheek and his shoulder. One ringed hand is twirling the phone cord around his finger as he speaks in a low voice, goofy grin plastered on his face.

They make eye contact across the trailer. Eddie immediately straightens up and tries to neutralize his expression.

Wayne snorts out a laugh.

“So, um, so anyway—“ Eddie fumbles with the phone “— does six o’clock work?” He turns to the side in a poor attempt to muffle the conversation.

Wayne steps into the kitchen and tosses his jacket and lunchbox across the table. He makes a kissy-face at Eddie.

Eddie gives him the finger.

The day Eddie is meant to see you takes forever to arrive. However, as he stares at his reflection in his dresser mirror, he starts to feel like maybe it actually came way too quickly.

He’d spent the past half-hour wildly picking through his closet, combing his hair with his fingers, trying to figure out how he should present himself as more and more clothing gets flung around the room. Eventually he gave up on his hair, and came up with an ensemble he liked, but would you like it? Would you like him?

To the untrained eye, Eddie is wearing his standard Eddie-uniform: tight black pants and a band t-shirt. On the surface, it’s a regular outfit for him. But if one is a truly acute observer, they should clearly be able to see that there are subtle variations within this basic framework he’s donning that scream “Eddie Munson is Trying to Impress a Girl!”

His ripped jeans have tears that expose swaths of skin not just on his knees, but his thighs as well (scandalous!) and he’s wearing his coolest Slayer t-shirt, the one that he ripped the sleeves off of so that his tattooed arms are on full display. And it’s just loose enough so that when he leans forward, the fabric gives way so you can catch a glimpse of his chest, with its sparse hair and winking nipple ring.

It’s all very deliberate.

But as much as Eddie doesn’t want to admit it, he’s nervous. While he becomes increasingly enamored of you, unable to keep the sly compliments and saccharine terms of endearment from slipping out, you get more shy. He still hasn’t figured out if that’s a good or bad sign.

Both of you seem to be hovering in romantic limbo, tiptoeing along the fine line between friendship and flirtation. Playful and insecure. Tender and uncertain. Was your puckish rapport a new experience, or were you like that with every person you met? Did you like it when he phoned you late at night and called you honey and sweetheart, or were you just too polite to correct him? Did you hold his name and face in your soft heart when he wasn’t right there next to you, like he did yours?

He’d chickened out at the last minute, dancing around the word ‘date.’

Eddie could be smooth on occasion, sure. But it was different when you knew you didn’t actually have a shot in hell with the person you were talking to. He didn’t have to be afraid of rejection when he already knew it was coming.

Like, he could flirt and wink at Chrissy Cunningham all he wanted and invite her to the Hideout because he knew full-well that she was never really going to show up to watch his band play — let alone dump her boyfriend to go out with him. So he could ham it up, make a fool of himself, and then shrug it all off when nothing happened.

Only a few girls had ever taken him up on his offers. And they always ended up being private affairs; nobody wanted to risk being seen out at dinner with Eddie Munson. Instead there were quick and clumsy trysts in the back of his van or in the woods behind the school, and he was reduced to a novelty notch in the bedpost, a secret for them to whisper about at slumber parties, the eponymous who of a giggly “Guess who I hooked up with!”

It took Eddie a minute to catch on. He remembers the first time, when he hooked up with a girl at a party he was dealing at during his junior year. The next school day, he tried approaching her in the hallway as she chatted with a fellow cheerleader, and she quite literally turned on her heel and ran — but not without shooting him a look of such intense disdain that it made Eddie physically flinch. Her friend snapped her locker shut, and snickered knowingly at Eddie before following suit.

He won’t lie, that one stung. He’d stood there in mild shock at being brushed off so harshly, while other students milled about, completely oblivious to his distress; someone deliberately knocked their shoulder into his as they passed by, causing the handle of his lunchbox to slip out from his sweaty fist. It fell to the floor with a loud clang that echoed about his ears.

Eddie had already had a pretty good idea of what other people thought of him, but boy, did it really sink in that day.

It set the framework for what his love life would look like for the rest of high school. Which maybe wouldn’t have been so horrible to deal with, if only he hadn’t been in high school for two years longer than he’d expected to be.

So he leaned into it. It was really the only thing he could do, and hey, at least it meant that he could get some every now and then. What did it matter if they refused to make eye contact with him the next day? He didn’t need all that relationship mess, anyway. He didn’t care.

He didn’t care, he didn’t care, he didn’t care — if he tried to tell himself that one more time he was going to explode.

In reality Eddie’s a pretty lonely guy. But since meeting you? He’s hopeful for the first time in a long time that maybe his life doesn’t have to be that way.

Eddie raps on your front door with his fist, biting the inside of his cheek. Pizza and movies. Easy breezy. There has never been a more relaxed person than you, ever, he thinks, buzzing with nervous energy.

After a moment the door swings open. “Hi,” you greet him, stepping out onto the welcome mat, tugging at the shoulder strap of your purse.

“Hey,” he responds with an easy smile on his lips, one that doesn’t betray his anxiety. He gives you an approving once-over and lets out a low whistle. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

And you really are. He’s never seen you in anything but your work clothes, so he appreciates this chance to see you in an outfit that’s true to your style.

You let out an embarrassed chuckle and wave a hand at him. “Oh, please.”

“No, I’m serious! You look very nice.”

You can hardly meet his gaze, a flustered grin forming on your own face. “Thank you. So do you.”

He shrugs modestly, but his dimples show. He gestures to where his van sits parked by the curb. “Shall we?”

The interior of the van is plush and blue and smells of tobacco and something vaguely minty. Eddie insists on running around the vehicle so he can open the passenger-side door for you, and holds out his arm for you to grasp while you climb in; an unexpected act of chivalry.

“Wow, I’m getting the full VIP treatment here, aren’t I?” you ask him jokingly as you clamber onto the seat.

“Get used to it, sweetheart. I may not look it, but I’m a gentleman of the highest caliber.”

“I’m sure you are. I’ll bet Emily Post writes to you for etiquette tips.”

Eddie turns the engine on, and music starts blaring from the speakers. He quickly turns the volume down, shooting you an apologetic look. “Sorry. I, uh, I like it loud.” He gestures to a shoebox tucked away on the floor by your feet. “There’s a bunch of other tapes in there, you can pick a different one if you like.”

You’re delighted to realize that you have an opportunity to tease him. You tilt your head up, lips pouting as though you’re deep in thought. “Okay. Let's say I pull out a different tape.”

Eddie looks at you quizzically, but plays along. “Okay. Let’s say you do.”

“Now, hypothetically, I would do this because I want to hear something different from what’s playing currently. Right?”

“Right…”

You reach into the box and pull out the first tape you make contact with, and end up with the latest W.A.S.P. album. You cock an eyebrow at him while you hold out the tape for him to see. “So riddle me this: what are the chances that this album — or any of these albums, for that matter — sound any different from what you’re playing right now?”

Eddie attempts to stifle a laugh and fails. “Hey now,” he says, trying to sound stern, “there is something incredibly special and nuanced about every single tape in that box. I would never deign to compare Ride the Lightning to The Headless Children. Completely different. Worlds apart, in fact.”

You shrug, pleased with yourself. “If you say so. You would know better than me.”

“I’m gonna teach you how to be metal,” he promises, peering over his shoulder as he backs out onto the street.

You continue rifling around in his box of tapes. “Do you really think I could be? My job is reading picture books to preschoolers.”

“Totally. There’s nothing more metal than the public library.”

The first stop you and Eddie make is at his favorite local pizza joint, where he insists on paying for dinner himself — he wouldn’t even let you throw a dollar in the tip jar. The shop is conveniently located in the same strip mall as the Family Video, so after putting your order in, the two of you cross the road to browse for a movie while you wait.

When you enter the store, you’re greeted by the little tinkling sound of bells and a bored ‘Welcome’ from the employee seated at the counter.

The cashier is cute — not as cute as Eddie, you think — and probably about the same age. When he finally looks up from the counter and sees the two of you together, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise before furrowing again as he makes eye contact with Eddie.

The two boys stare at each other in mutual distaste. He nods coolly at Eddie. “Munson.”

Eddie’s reply is flat. “Harrington.”

As you approach the counter, the employee’s name tag comes into view: Steve.

Eddie strides past him and doesn’t stop, even when Steve calls out to his retreating back —

“You still haven’t brought back Spinal Tap!”

“I know,” Eddie replies, not bothering to turn around.

You follow Eddie across the store, skimming through the colorful titles. He stops abruptly in the middle of an aisle, and you bump softly into his back.

He gives you an amused smirk from over his shoulder. “Easy there.”

“Sorry,” you reply, giving him a little smile that’s all too apologetic for his liking. He can’t resist the urge to reach out and take your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting go again.

You beam at him.

“So what are we feeling?” he asks, feeling needlessly scrambled at the brief but lingering affection. “Something scary? Funny?” He bats his eyelashes dramatically. “Romantic?”

Your response is automatic. “Whatever you want is fine with me.”

Eddie frowns at you. “I told you, it’s your choice. I already picked out a two-hour cartoon.”

He’s being very sweet. But you want to pick something that he’ll enjoy, too.

Acting on a little tip from your new friend Steve the Cashier, you ask Eddie —

“So you like Rob Reiner movies, huh?”

Eddie slaps The Princess Bride down on the counter in front of Steve.

“Nice vest,” he comments.

Steve shoots him a dirty look. “Your late fees are gonna pile up.”

Eddie ignores this.

Steve sighs and begins the checkout process. Eddie can’t help noticing Steve casting you sidelong glances, his eyes flitting up and down your figure appreciatively.

Eddie clears his throat pointedly.

“Here.” Steve pushes the film back over the counter.

Eddie grabs it and heads for the door without saying anything; you, confused and a little put off by the attitude, offer Steve your most polite “Thank you!” before scurrying out after him.

Eddie holds the door for you when exiting, a pleasant expression on his face that’s a stark contrast from the one he wore when talking to Steve. When you’re both back outside, you can’t help but wonder what that cashier ever did to him.

“I take it you’re not a fan of Steve from Family Video?” you press.

Eddie looks sheepish. “You caught that, huh?”

“It was kind of hard to miss.”

He hesitates. “Well, we went to school together, and he wasn’t very nice. Let’s leave it at that.”

You simply nod, understanding his reluctance to say more. Reliving your high school trauma isn’t exactly something you’re interested in right now, either.

As you and Eddie head back across the street, your swinging arms cause your hands to brush against one another. After a moment’s hesitation, he clasps your hand in his, and your fingers intertwine, like two puzzle pieces clicking into place.

Eddie starts the drive home, and he feels a wave of apprehension.

He told you he lived in Forest Hills early on, and you didn’t bat an eyelash. But with you being so new in town, he wasn’t really sure that you even knew it was a trailer park.

It’s not that he’s embarrassed, exactly, or even that he thinks you’ll really mind — nothing you’ve said to him thus far indicated that his economic status would bother you — but being called trailer trash as many times as he has…well, it’s enough to make anyone defensive.

By the time he pulls up to the Munson trailer, he still hasn’t dared to look across the cab to see your reaction. “Well, here we are!” he exclaims in a hearty voice that doesn’t match what he’s feeling inside at all.

While you fumble between unbuckling your seatbelt and balancing the pizza box on your lap, Eddie darts out of the van so he can help you climb out again. When he opens the door he’s relieved to see that you don’t seem phased by your surroundings; you flash him the same happy smile you always do, and it gives him a boost of confidence.

Hopping up the porch steps, he unlocks the rickety front door and gestures for you to enter, bowing slightly. “After you, miss.”

You curtsey back. “Thank you, sir.”

Eddie pretends that that has less of an effect on him than it actually does.

Inside, he watches you peer around the trailer in interest. He’s glad that he did a deep-clean yesterday: there’s no clothes hanging over the furniture, any garbage he could find was bagged up and taken out, and he wiped down all the flat surfaces with the lemon-y spray cleaner that lives beneath the sink. He even dumped out all the ashtrays; when Wayne saw that, he commented that he must really like this girl.

“That’s a lot of mugs,” you comment, looking admiringly at the shelves that display years of Wayne’s little hobby. “I’m impressed.”

“They’re my uncle’s,” says Eddie as he kicks off his shoes. “I keep telling him he’s got a problem.”

“No, they’re great,” you insist. “Everybody collects something. Don’t you?”

Eddie pauses, hovering by the boxy television. “I guess so. Music. D and D shit.” He sets the pizza down on the coffee table. “Here, have a seat. I’ll get us some plates.”

Eddie walks to the kitchen and starts rifling through the cabinets for some paper plates and napkins. You call out to him from your seat on the worn sofa. “Is your uncle working right now?”

“Yeah.” Eddie pads back into the living room. “He works a lot of night shifts.”

“Are all Munsons generally nocturnal?” you ask, referring to his bartending gig at The Hideout, a job that keeps him busy well into the night.

Eddie chuckles as crouches by the coffee table, pulling off two slices of greasy pizza and laying one on each plate. “I guess you could say that,” he says, handing you your share. Brown eyes find yours and he nudges your knee with his elbow playfully. “But it leaves me free to come and bother you at work during the day, doesn’t it?”

You dig the toe of your sock into the rug and look down at the food instead of him. “I wouldn’t call you a bother.”

His full lips turn up at the corners. “You wouldn’t?” He rests his hand on your leg, and his fingers swirl a gentle pattern over your skin.

You swallow. “No.” The word comes out subdued and breathy.

Eddie doesn’t move, but stays positioned by your knee, staring up at you. “Look at me again,” he says softly, leaning in a little closer.

You do as he asks and it’s almost too much. His eyes are huge and warm and they look like everything you’ve ever wanted.

A few seconds tick by, and then the phone rings and Eddie’s standing up again, whatever momentary spell the two of you were under, broken.

“Hang on,” he says, face tinged pink.

You settle back into the sofa and squirm, feeling feverish.

Eddie wrenches the phone off the hook in annoyance. “Hello?” When the person on the other line answers, he huffs and rolls his eyes, turning away so his back is towards you. Still, you catch snippets of the exchange:

“Henderson, I said tomorrow, okay?” Eddie hisses in aggravation. “No, I don’t care if you don’t wanna do it in the morning, man. I’ve gotta work tomorrow night. You guys either come early or it’s not happening.”

You watch him curiously.

“Suck it up.” Eddie pauses to listen to the person speak again, and turns and glances at you across the trailer. Then his tone becomes noticeably gentler. “Thanks, man. I’ll let you know. See ya.”

He hangs up the phone with a sigh, and his face relaxes into a smile again.

He strolls back into the living room and claps his ringed hands together. “So! Are you ready to experience a cinematic masterpiece?”

Some three hours later, you and Eddie are slumped back against the worn cushions, now one and half movies deep. Over the course of the night you’ve slowly closed the distance between your bodies, so his leg is pressed against yours. Eddie has one arm slung over the back of the couch, fingers dancing just above the skin of your collarbone. Both of you are stuffed to the gills, and more than a little sleepy. Even Eddie, who kept up a stream of commentary during Lord of the Rings, eager to discuss his favorite bits of Middle Earth lore with you, is tuckered out.

Shenanigans play out on the television screen. You let out a huge yawn.

Eddie’s arm curls around your shoulder, hand digging into the meat of your bicep, pulling you closer to him. “This okay?” he murmurs.

You nod clumsily and start fidgeting, your hands twisting in your lap.

Eddie says your name softly. You hum in acknowledgement.

“I really like you. And I think you like me.” He cocks his head to the side. “Is that right?”

Your heart throbs.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Okay,” he whispers back. “Can I kiss you then, sweetheart?”

You nod; Eddie leans in slowly, then presses his lips to yours for a moment before pulling back again. It’s quick, chaste and sweet, and not nearly enough. Your hands find his face, palms landing on both his cheeks so you can bring his mouth back to yours.

He’s happy to oblige.

Eddie sighs, tongue dipping into your mouth, deepening the kiss. One hand cups the back of your head, keeping you right where he wants you. The other snakes around your thigh, and he uses the leverage to abruptly pull you up and over his lap. A small “Oh!” of surprise escapes you at the jolt, but Eddie wastes no time in securing his mouth to yours again.

His kisses are wet, heady, and grow increasingly frantic as the two of you clutch at each other. Your hands weave into his hair — a longtime fantasy of yours come true at last — and he lets out a soft moan when your fingers tug gently at the tangled tresses.

Your skin feels tingly, sensitive, alight at every little touch he gives you. Your head is full of nothing but Eddie, the way he looks and feels and smells, and the way he makes you feel, like a shaken-up pop bottle, full of pink fizz and ready to burst.

Eddie suddenly laughs against your lips, smiling into another kiss.

You pull back hastily, self-consciously. But he looks jubilant, cheeks dimpled in joy, chocolate eyes crinkled at the outer corners.

“Sorry,” he says breathlessly, “it’s just — I couldn’t tell — I wasn’t really sure where your head was at.” He kisses the tip of your nose. “You kept gettin’ quiet on me all of a sudden.”

You let your head fall forward, forehead pressing into his shoulder, and let out a tiny groan. “I know. I’m sorry, it wasn’t you.”

You lift your head back up and face him. “I’m not usually very good at this stuff,” you admit. “Connecting with people. It’s harder, when you’re introverted…and have different interests. But you were so easy to talk to when we met! And I was so excited to make a new friend, but I…,” you trail off.

“But you what?” he prompts.

“The more I looked at you the cuter I thought you were.” The words come out in a rush. “When I realized what was happening I got nervous.”

Eddie waggles his eyebrows at you suggestively. “Oh, something’s happening?”

You swat at him playfully.

“I’m kidding!” He rubs your shoulders soothingly. “But you don’t have to be nervous around me. I’m just some guy, y’know?”

“You, Eddie Munson, are certainly not just some guy.”

“Aw, shucks, sweetheart. You’re makin’ me blush.”

The movie has long since ended, and a peaceful darkness settles over the trailer. The only sound is the chirp of the summer crickets outside and quiet breathing.

Eddie’s fully sprawled out over the couch with you nestled in his arms. It took some coaxing, but eventually he convinced you to lay on top of him, your warm weight better than any blanket, the sweet fragrance of your perfume soothing his senses. Your face is half-hidden in the crook of his neck, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I have a confession to make,” he says sleepily.

“Ooh. It better be something juicy.”

“It is. Excellent gossip. You can tell all your friends, I won’t even be mad.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“I scoped you out at the library,” he admits. “I came in that day specifically to talk to you. Y’know, turn on that Munson charm, and sweep you off your feet, and all that.”

“Really?” You blink, trying to jog your memory. “I don’t remember ever seeing you before that.” You think of his tousled hair and clunky jewelry. “And you’re pretty memorable.”

“Well, there’s a slight chance that I, um, ducked, and hid behind a shelf when you got close. It was the Saturday right before we met, after you did your reading.”

That recalls something for you. “Wait, wait, maybe I do remember…” It’s hazy. Pale face, brown hair? You can’t quite place this person as Eddie, but it must have been him. “I think I did see you creeping around.”

“What can I say? Your story telling enthralled me.”

It’s the truth. He’d been browsing for a Clive Barker book when he caught sight of you in the children’s area. You read We’re Going on a Bear Hunt with an enthusiasm usually reserved for trained Shakespearean actors, and it left him undeniably impressed.

You cuddle closer to him, burying your face in his chest. “I’m glad you decided to nut up and talked to me.”

He smiles against your hair. “Me too.”

Early the next morning, in the hazy gray-blue dawn, the front door opens quietly — cautiously even. Wayne’s not sure what he’ll be walking into. All he knows is that his nephew really likes this girl, and that for Eddie’s sake he hopes that his date went well. He’s not sure how much more disappointment the boy can take. He wants to see him happy.

So he’s pleasantly surprised to see you and Eddie piled up on the couch like two puppies, fast asleep and — thank Christ — fully-clothed. Eddie’s arm is slung over you protectively, his soft snores just barely audible.

Good for him.

And if they wanna sleep in the living room, that’s fine.

Wayne’s gonna take the bed.

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lingering

tasm!peter x fem!reader

summary: peter feels pretty lucky.

part one, two.

warnings: fluff, protective peter, ridiculous suggestions

when the two of you walk into the office, peter will linger a couple of feet behind.

he'll get the next elevator up. he'll wait a few extra minutes and give you the time to sit down at your desk before he even moves to his.

and most importantly, he'll spend two minutes trying to wipe the smile off of his face.

it seems to be glued there, stretching into wrinkles, pulling at his teeth, and making his jaw ache. he tries to scrub it off with a hand, but as soon as it's gone, it comes right back.

especially when you're right next to him, almost holding his hand.

"are you going to go take photos of the train station?" you're talking to him and peter is...

well, he's not really paying attention.

he shakes his head at you, still smiling. "what?"

"did you sleep at all last night?" there's a frown on your face, a wrinkle between your brows.

peter would like to kiss it away.

he would like to kiss every inch of you, actually.

"no, i--" he clears his throat. "i got a couple hours. i'm okay."

"you're distracted," you correct him, stepping out of the way for a woman hurrying down the sidewalk. and then you come right back to him, almost leaning in far enough for him to feel you.

which he can, already, of course, because he can hear your heartbeat and smell your body wash and taste the chapstick you were wearing when he showed up at your apartment. still, he likes this proximity.

he wonders how he ever lets you get more than a foot away.

"well, you're distracting."

he's grinning at you when you look away. he allows you the moment to let the compliment sink in, and then he reaches down, touching your palm to his. "what were you saying?"

"i was asking if you're supposed to go take pictures of the train station today? the one that got destroyed on monday."

you squeeze his hand, giving him a look that translates more than words can. especially in public. he's grateful for your indiscretion, even when he feels it goes too far (for instance, yesterday you told a waiter that you thought spider-man was a self-righteous pest. he got a kiss for that though.)

finally, peter winces. "yeah, i'm heading there at noon."

when he looks over at you, you're pouting.

he raises a brow in question.

"so no lunch today?" you ask, almost whining. and then you tilt your head back, making a displeased noise.

peter almost laughs, but corrects himself before he can. "i'm sorry, baby, i tried to get an earlier time."

"how long will you be there?"

"probably till three, at least. i'm not sure how many other photographers are going to be there."

your hand slides out of his and you look at him accusingly. "are you even coming back to the office after?"

he bites the inside of his cheek, looking away from you.

"peter," you groan, hanging your head. "why didn't you tell me this? i thought i was going over to your place tonight."

"jameson said that any break away from my face was a good one. i can just edit the pictures on my laptop. and," peter adds, trying to reach for your hand even when you push him away, "you are."

you scowl. "you won't let me walk there by myself."

and then the smile is back on his face. "that's why i'm coming to pick you up."

"do you mean that literally," you squint at him, distracting peter with the look on your face. "or figuratively?"

peter shrugs.

"you don't have to come all the way back," you tell him, voice soft and sweet.

"it'll take ten minutes."

"yeah, but you're already tired. you should sleep until later tonight."

"i'd rather walk with you."

you roll your eyes, nudging him with your shoulder. "well, i'd rather have a sane boyfriend, but we can't all get what we want."

peter pokes you in the side, delighting in your giggles, and you finally take his hand so that he'll stop.

but it's a little too late because the office is twenty feet away from you both.

you're looking at him with a smile, but it's a different one than usual. a bit sullen. he can see it in the way your lips are turning down.

"i'll go first?" you ask him, nodding towards the door.

peter nods. "i'll come say goodbye before i leave."

you blink at him, eyes and lips, and smile far too dangerous for him to look at for much longer.

he kisses the top of your head before you go. getting goosebumps when your fingers graze past his as you walk away.

peter watches you trip over a crack, almost reaching out to catch you before you find your balance again and look back at him with a grin.

peter shakes his head.

but he can't help it; he's grinning back.

he's already smiling when you walk through the doors. he knows you're close, if by nothing but intuition.

and he's almost pushed over--nudged, at most--by you crashing into him, hands around his neck, breath on his ear.

"hey," you say to him, a moment too late.

peter wraps his arms around your waist. he leans into your hug, holding you there for just a moment. and then you push him away, giving him a strange look.

"you're early," you tell him.

peter is still smiling. "so are you."

"yeah, but i have an excuse," you lean into him, eyes grinning, "jameson said i was a disgrace to the office, and that i should leave before i broke anything else."

at that, peter frowns. "what'd you break?" one of his hands goes up to your face, moving a piece of hair away from your eyes.

"the coffee pot."

peter blinks.

"to be fair--" you begin to say, almost pulling away from his grip, but not quite. "rita was walking right behind me and what was i supposed to do? throw it up and catch it?"

peter runs a thumb over your lip. "did jameson actually say that?"

you scrunch your nose at him. "he's said worse."

"yeah, but he doesn't usually say it to you."

"well, i broke the most essential piece of equipment in the office. it was an accident though," you tilt your head to the side, finishing the sentence without getting peter to argue with you.

like everything i do.

"i don't like it," peter says, still frowning, even though your skin is so soft and he can feel you smiling against his hand, and you're looking right up at him.

kind of like he's the only thing you'd like to see.

"great!" you pull away from him, spinning around so you're walking backward, "because i don't like it when you're gone either. if you were there i probably wouldn't have dropped it."

"yeah, 'cause i would've grabbed it before you could."

"exactly."

peter smiles again, leaning toward you. "is that your way of saying that you're still mad about this afternoon?"

you hum.

"how can i ever make it up to you?"

your cheek twitches. "i can think of a few ideas," you say, with a tilt of your head.

and then you almost crash into someone walking behind you, but peter pulls you in, eyes right above yours.

"you'll have to share them with me," and then he kisses you, short and sweet, turning you so that he can put an arm around your shoulder. "let's go home."

you're dozing off on peter's shoulder when he finally looks at the clock.

the two of you have been sitting there, trying to see who could catch more popcorn in their mouth--peter won with an unfair advantage--and then watching whatever was on cable.

peter honestly didn't care, nor was he watching it. you were far more entertaining.

but now it's eight o'clock, and it's getting dark.

so he kisses your forehead and feels you hum. and then groan.

"already?" you ask, voice rough.

"it's been three and a half hours."

you turn your face into his neck mumbling "i deserve five times that."

peter is smirking at you. "i'll be back before you know it," he says, "and then we'll do whatever you want."

"i'll be asleep."

"then we'll cuddle."

"can't you figure out how to clone yourself?" you grumble, leaning back. "you're smart enough."

"which one would you want? me or the clone?"

you look away, contemplating. and then you half grin. "i don't know. which one of you kisses better?"

peter laughs, hand moving to your chin so that he can force you to look back at him.

and then he answers that question without any words.

when peter gets home that night, he can smell blood.

and not his own, because he can feel it cracking on his knuckles and his chest, already dry. and not some thief's because he'd managed to avoid breaking any skin.

no, this smell is potent. sort of sweet and metallic, familiar and not.

when he climbs through the window, looking to the bed where he'd expected to find you, you're not there.

he can hear rustling in the kitchen, a drawer opening and closing, and the click of a tongue.

peter walks out of the room before he can even think about it, just barely keeping the mask on his face.

but when he walks into the living room he only finds you, sitting on the couch, applying something to your hand.

you look up with a smile, then furrow your brows, gesturing to your face.

oh. peter still hadn't taken off the mask.

he does, frowning at you, and taking a few steps forward.

"there you are," you say with a grin.

and despite how happy you look to see him, and how much he's missed you just in the last five hours, peter is still frowning. he bends down in front of you, biting his lip. "what happened?"

you tilt your head, then follow his eyes. "oh. did you know that bread knives are sharp?"

peter sighs, grabbing your hand. "how did you even do this?" he asks, turning your hand so that he can see the cut fresh on your palm. "i thought we talked about not going into the kitchen when i'm not here."

"and i thought i said that it was a ridiculous suggestion and you were trying to starve me."

he holds your hand up in front of your eyes, raising his brows.

"it doesn't even hurt that bad."

"really? cause it smells bad. and i'm pretty sure i can see bone."

you laugh at him, taking your hand back. "i already washed it, i just need a bandaid. how are you?"

he blinks at you.

"peter," you groan, rolling your eyes. "it's not a big deal. but i'll share the bandaids with you."

there's a question in your eyes, alight with the same eagerness peter has found to love.

"i don't need 'em," he tells you and then stands up. "i'm going to go change. then we'll talk."

"about dinner?" you call back.

when peter comes out of the bathroom a couple of minutes later, you're already sitting in bed.

peter finally looks at you, almost smiling at his shirt and your spare pair of shorts you keep here, but then looks back to your hand.

he crosses his arms.

"can i help you, peter?"

"do you see my point now?"

you blow a raspberry, crawling towards him so you can reach his hand. "everyone gets a little banged up. i don't think you're one to talk."

"what if you'd cut your finger off and i wasn't here?"

you roll your eyes, again. "then i'd knock on mrs. robinson's door and ask her to sew it back on. besides, i'd look good with nine fingers."

peter stares at you.

you move up so that your face is close to his, and you're still smiling. biting your lip as you look at him. and then you poke his cheek. "you worry too much. also, i think this argument is hypocritical."

"i'm fine the next morning."

"don't brag."

peter sighs again, and then he's taking a step towards you, one of his hands going to your back to keep you up. "i don't like leaving you."

your lip curls. "i know. but it's good because then we have something to argue about when you get back."

peter smiles at you, nudging your nose with his.

you close your eyes, tilting your head up to meet him better. "i missed you."

"yeah?"

you're smiling against him, leaking joy and contentedness and every ounce of adoration you have into him. peter knows because he can feel it.

in just your skin on his fingertips, he can tell that you've poisoned him. and he doesn't really mind.

you nod against him.

"a lot?" peter prods.

you seesaw your head. "mmm, i think i mostly missed how warm you are. 'cause your heaters broken."

"you just don't know how to set it."

"i don't know how to set it because it's broken and you don't want to fix it."

peter shrugs. "can't fix something that isn't broken."

you're shaking your head against him, and then he leans forward, catching you in a kiss.

your mouth is almost unbearable. your smile and the way you laugh when he pulls you even closer, and the way your hands wrap around his neck and fall into his hair.

how he ever lived without this, peter isn't sure.

you break away from him, breathing strained. "you okay?"

peter pushes you down, climbing on top of you. "i am now."

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kinzis-writing · 5 months

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Better Than Revenge | M.R [1]

Y/N Nettleby thought that her relationship was going perfect. They were planning their future together and making arrangements for their lives to fall in line. So when Theodore ruined the image by breaking up with her, Y/N was heartbroken. There was only one thing on her mind, revenge.

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Y/N Nettleby, Ex! Theodore Nott x Y/N Nettleby.

{This is the first time I have written something like this so I apologize if it is bad. My friend got me hooked on the idea of Riddle character and I wanted to try to write for him. Also, you may notice a pattern with the chapter names, it was my cousins suggestion that I use taylor swift lyrics so if you do not like her, I apologize. Also, I imagine the characters older, so the ages in the harry potter movies will NOT correspond to my writings.}

Warning(s): slight cussing, cheating, heartbreak.

i. "There is nothing I do better than Revenge"

Prologue: Introduction

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Y/N Nettleby looked at her work with a satisfied grin, it had taken her hours to set up for the special date with her boyfriend, Theodore. They had officially been dating for a year and the girl had decided that she was ready to take the next step with her boyfriend, and she was hoping tonight would be the night. She had her friend, Hermione, stay with their mutual friend Ginny tonight and the other roommates had already had plans for a party in Ravenclaw.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Hermione asked as she grabbed her pajamas to get ready and head to Ginny's room. "It's not my business but boys like him..." she trailed grabbing a few books as well.

"It's what I want, Mione." Y/N promised giving her best friend a small smile. Hermione gave the girl a small smile before heading out and heading to the youngest Weasley's room.

The girl sat on her bed and patiently waited for her boyfriend to come up to the dormitory, he happened to know Gryffindor's password and he knew his way to Y/N's room. They had agreed on having a quiet night in and he would come over around 7 o'clock. It had now hit seven and she was patiently waiting for his arrival.

A knock on the door sounded at 7:13, causing Y/n to fix herself quickly and rush to open the door. The girl had a bright smile on her face when opening the door, but the smile was quickly dropped once she seen the state of her boyfriend.

Theodore's hair was slightly disheveled, he seemed nervous and anxious, and he looked ready to run. "We need to talk." were the words that left his mouth when he locked eyes with his girlfriend.

"Well, happy anniversary to you too." Y/N spoke sarcastically as she moved out of the way to let him come into the dorm. It was not their exact anniversary date, but it was only a couple days past. School had kept Y/N busy to where they did not get to spend time on the actual day together. "What's going on?" She asked noticing how he was acting. It was unlike Theo to act like this unless he was out in the hallways. He was not a very affectionate person outside of the dorms, simply because he believed in keeping up his reputation. He is very intelligent, and quiet, but will always obey his parents and keep their legacy alive.

"It's over." He simply stated with a shrug, unsure of how else to go about this. He knew she would take it hard either way, but he had to get it out in the open so he could leave. "I'm breaking up with you."

Y/N felt as if she had gone into shock, her emotions fluctuated. She felt numb a bit at first, until she felt the tears start to well up in her eyes. "What? Why?"

Theo sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "you want the truth?" he asked softly. He knew that she would hate the truth, but she deserved it regardless. "I slept with someone else." He spoke truthfully. The pain in the girl's heart only stinging more. "I tried to wait; I really did. It's who I am, and I am sorry." without another word he had gotten up and left the room.

As soon as the door closed behind the Slytherin boy, Y/N sunk down to the floor and let the sadness overtake her. The tears freely came out and she wasn't trying to stop them. She had the dorm to herself tonight and she made the exception to wallow in self-pity for the night. She would pick herself back up tomorrow and act like nothing had ever happened.

🪄

The next day, it was harder for the girl to get out of bed. She had slept through breakfast and was almost late to her first class of the day. It was not like her to be late and to skip breakfast, but she was hoping to avoid any conversation until after classes.

Y/N honestly thought that she could contain her anger, that was until she seen her brother at the end of the hall talking with his girlfriend and Mattheo. The Nettleby siblings did not really have much to do with each other, they were close until they were sorted into separate houses. After that, Y/N became the disappointment of the Nettleby family as she was in Gryffindor when the family was a group of pureblood Slytherins.

Storming up to her brother and his two other guests before letting her mind think rationally, "You're a shit brother, you know that?" Y/N snapped when she got in front of her older twin brother. They were fraternal, so they did not look anything alike. "I know that we don't talk much, but you could have at least given me a warning about your little blood brother." she spat with a harsh glare.

"Excuse you?" Sean muttered not knowing what his sister was going on about.

"You could've warned me about Theodore cheating on me." She spoke clearly for her brother to understand. "I get that you pieces of shit are all "big and bad" but that is pretty bad for you to do your own sister like that." She finished before turning away and storming off to get to her next class on time.

'I'll get my revenge, Theo, you just wait." She mumbled to herself before walking into class.

Part 2

Happy Thanksgiving!! I'm in the US so some terms may not be correct and I apologize. I love harry potter and I wanted to try to write for Mattheo, this series will probably only have about 8 parts to it. No more than 10 for sure. I'll see how far my plot will go (I have a whole rough draft I have been changing). This is just the introduction and will involve more content in the coming chapters!

#harry potter imagines #new series #mattheo riddle #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x you #theodore nott #Harry Potter series #mattheo x reader #mattheo x you #golden trio era #golden trio x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #slytherin x gryffindor #Mattheo Riddle x gryffindor #gryffindor #slytherin

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dianagj-art · 6 months

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How long do you typically spend on a drawing? Of the ones you've posted, which took the longest? Which was the quickest?

It really depends on what I'm drawing and how "finished" I do them

For example these kind of skectches don't really take me much time to do (specially when the poses are very simple), I can do a bunch of these in a few minutes no problem, then there are the ones when I add grayscale or colors that take a little longer

Then there is this kind of drawing that are finished with lineart, colors and shadows but each of them took me a different amount of time

The Gemini one took me hours to make (how many I dont really remember) I spent a lot of time on the sketch mostly because I was trying to figure out how Leo's arm worked, then spend around 3hrs doing lineart and chossing the base colors, and I had to do it twice because...

reasons...

The bottom left with Coin Toss Michael, took me less, even when it was a challenging pose I managed to figure that out quick enough, the most time consuming part were the chains because I hand drew them. I don't remember how long it took me to do but I did it in one or two sittings, probably took me aorund 5 hours to make (and maybe thats too much, might have been less)

And the bottom right was a fast one too, probably managged to do it in under 3 hours (I think the hardest part was to match proportions with Trainee that is cropped out)

And then there is things like this, I actually have the proccess recorded (minus the sketching and planning) and can tell you that it took me around 15 hours to make these two pages (I might one day edit that and make a speed draw)

But again, it really depends on what I'm drawing because this commission (that aparently I haven't posted yet) that I also have some of the proccess recorded, it took me around 2:30 hours to do inks, colors and shading

Most of the time I dont really time myself, when I know more exact times are when I record my screen for future speed draw videos (that I always forget to edit) or because I was watching something in the background so I know it took me X amount of movies or episodes or youtube videos so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oh! there is also this lil animation I did that took me 4 hours, I only know that because it says so in my tags

#hmmmm i should edit those videos #i have more that i thought saved #might do it for my patreon soon #anyways hope you enjoyed the info dump #dg rambles #dg asks #dg art

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khoipyan · 1 year

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TWSTECHI; TWEELS

“Hey, look, look! Aren’t you super cute as a tamagotchi?” You held up the tiny toy to their face, displaying none other than themself.

gn!reader (you/your), floyd/jade leech x reader (seperate), headcanons

notes; wow you show them their own tamagotchi?!!? also, twst tamagochi’s do exist for your information!!!

JADE LEECH

— Oh? What’s this? Ah, a pocket pet? But my, he IS the pet? …Could you also perhaps put other people in it?

— Okay, but Jade would be heavily interested on how he’s able to be displayed on a tiny screen. In fact, how did you even get him in the tamagotchi? Please do tell. After all, you ARE carrying around an electronic toy of him. Did you miss him that much? Aww, he's quite flattered.

— It’s probably best not to let him know how you got this. After all, it's only natural to think that he would try hatching other people (like his twin) and feeding them virtual mushrooms (because his twin hates mushrooms).

— Wow! He seems to be taking care of his tiny self properly, isn't that cut— Nevermind. He's purposely feeding it too many sweets to see what would happen to it...

"Jade. Please stop torturing your poor self."

There's no response for a few seconds before Jade smiles at you, "But this tiny device isn't me, is it?" and puts a hand located where his heart is, feigning sadness. "My, is this your way of informing me that this little pixelated replica of myself is more meaningful?"

"Jade, put the damn thing down."

— Maybe it's time to take it away from him. Y'know, before he gets any ACTUAL ideas to consider bringing into this world.

FLOYD LEECH

— What’s this little dainty thing? Why is he in it? Why is he so… pixelated. Hey, wouldn’t you rather have the real thing (that is quite literally front of you?)

— Floyd is rather intrigued. Haha, he looks so funny for something you could fit in your pocket! Tell him, how does it work?

— So you did. You told him that it’s basically to raise a pet and not to let it die, but Floyd interrupted you during your explanation. He already knows that! Instead, he wants to know if it’s the same since you’re practically feeding his pixel persona. Also, why does he have to be a pet?

— You would expect him to get fussy that 'you spend too much time with a puny ripoff version of him', right?

— WRONG. You’re the one who has to pry him away from playing with his own tamagotchi. Floyd did end up trying it out, but he'd been at it for hours nonstop because he thinks it's silly. It was totally fun for him though.

“Floyd, give me my tamagotchi back—!” You insisted, trying to pry the tiny toy away from Floyd’s hands.

He whined in retaliation, “Heeey! Let go, I wasn’t doooneee!”

— Needless to say, you never got your Floyd Tamagotchi back. But hey, at least you have the real deal…?

( due to be edited at anytime )

#scrib.bles🫧#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #twst jade #twst floyd #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland

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bitchyycapricorn · 11 months

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Almost There

Peter Parker x Ghost!Reader

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

Masterlist

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Wordcount: 2.1K

Synopsis: Peter enters his apartment that night expecting to find an empty bed. But instead, he comes face to face with your transparent glowing figure.

Warnings: Angst, some fluff if you squint, jealousy, “cheating”, running away, fighting.

AN: not edited

It had been a been about two months since yours and Peter’s first midnight encounter. Since then you both had fallen into a sort of routine together. Peter would come home late most nights, but every Monday and Thursday he would come home a few hours earlier to spend time with you. On these special nights, Peter would always have something for the two of you to do together before bed. Some nights you would snuggle up and watch movies, other nights you would stay up and talk. Or perhaps he would bring you home a new lego set to build together. A few times he even brought his best friend Ned by, who could see you when you were in your solid form. Regardless, Peter would always try and make time for his new roommate. As expected, there were still nights he was out too late, unable to make it back to you before you went to bed. But he was able to find a rather cute solution to this problem.

“Y/N?” Peter calls out to you as he enters his room. You look over to him from where you’re sitting on the edge of his bed watching Scooby Doo cartoons.

A soft hum escapes your lips as you pause your show. “Hey Pete, how was school?” You ask, shuffling your body so you’re now facing him.

“The usual,” he replies before holding up a plastic bag. “I got you something on my way home. Saw it in a shop window actually.”

A small “ooo,” leaves your mouth as you hop off your bed and make your way over to Peter, eager to see what he got you. Peter hands you the bag and you quickly look inside before pulling out a small Spider-Man plushie. “You got me a stuffed version of you?” You ask with a small laugh.

“Oh um, is that alright?” Peter asks, suddenly feeling nervous due to your lack of enthusiasm.

A big smile spreads across your face as you throw yourself into his arms, turning solid at the last second. The sudden impact throws you both backwards, causing Peter to fall back against the door. “I love it Peter, I love it!” You squeal. Your arms tighten around his neck, the stuffed Spider-Man still in your grip.

Peter lets out a sigh of relief, hugging you back. “I’m so glad you like it Y/N/N. Now you have someone to always fall asleep with.”

You cherished your stuffed Spider-Man and made sure it was by your side at all times, even keeping another version of it in the other world. It really did help you fall asleep on the nights Peter showed up late, even if Peter would replace it as soon as he got home. He was a sucker for your embrace after all. No matter how late it was when he got home, he would always make his way back into your arms. You had really started to fall for Peter, realizing that you wanted him as more than just a friend. It was the two of you, and you thought it would always be that way. That was, until she showed up.

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Desperately needing some fresh air and a break, you found yourself sitting on the fire escape that afternoon as you wait for Peter to get home from school. It had been a while since you enjoyed a cool breeze on your face. Despite it being a the first in a while, it was evident just how much cooler it was getting now, winter approaching quicker than you had hoped it would. Your thoughts were one with the wind in that moment, coming steadily before blowing into the distance. It wasn’t until the door to Peter’s room opened that you were brought out of your thoughts. Turning around, you went straight through the glass window to meet Peter on the other side. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” You hum, noting in your mind that it’s Thursday.

“Actually nothing, one of my other friends is coming over tonight. The thing is, I actually really like this friend and I don’t exactly want her knowing I live with another girl.” Peter replies as he begins to frantically pick up his bedroom.

Your face scrunches at the mention of another girl coming over “Her?”

Peter nods, throwing his dirty clothes onto his hamper for the first time that week. “Yes, her. Her name is MJ, and she’s coming over to watch a movie with me tonight. Which means I need you to chill in the living room while we hang out.”

Your heart drops as you watch Peter finish throwing his room back together. “So you’re ditching me on our night to hang out with some other girl?”

“Y/N, please. I really really like MJ and I think she might actually like me back. If this goes well I might even have a girlfriend by the end of the night.” Peter pleads.

“Whatever. I guess I’ll leave then.” You mutter, a defeated look painting your face.

“Thank you so so much, I owe you big time.” He grins, going to embrace you only to walk right through you.

“Used up all my energy today,” you shrugged, knowing damn well you were lying to him in order to avoid giving him a hug.

“Oh okay,” he frowns, knowing deep down you’re upset with him for canceling. The doorbell rings a few moments later and Peter excuses himself to go answer the door, motioning for you to basically ‘make yourself scarce’ while he does so. A sigh escapes your lips as you follow him to the living room, hovering near the counter as he opens the door,

“MJ!” Peter beams, “come on in.”

A stunning girl with dark curly brown hair walks through the door, looking around the apartment. “Thanks for having me over Peter,” she says, giving him a shy smile.

Peter nods, leading her to his room, “Yeah of course, I’m so exited to have you over.” And with that his door closes and you’re left alone in the living room.

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It only took about an hour for you to get bored of floating around Peter’s living room and snooping around May’s room. You had at least found some interesting things tucked away in her stuff. Between baby photo’s of Peter, and some rather cute outfits, you were quite satisfied with your finds. But with nothing else to keep you entertained, the best option now was to go spy on Peter and MJ through his closet. Leavings May’s room, you made your way to the wall that lead into Peter’s closet, walking straight through it. You peered through the decent sized crack that Peter had left open, focusing your gaze on Peter and MJ, who were sitting much too close for your liking. Your eyes narrowed at the sight, a feeling of hot jealousy began to bubble up in your stomach.

MJ turns to Peter suddenly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I really like you,” she says in a hushed voice.

You watch as Peter’s eyes go wide, “I-I really like you too MJ.” He stutters. MJ leans in slowly, pressing a kiss to Peter’s perfect lips. Her hand slowly moves to his hair, playing with it between her fingers and in her other hand she’s holding your Spider-man plushie.

You hadn’t realized that you’d gone soiled until you felt the hot tears streaming down your face. You wiped them away quickly, sucking in a breath before shifting back into a ghost and making your way back into the living room. Your whole body still felt achy and heavy, ally you wanted to do was run. And so you did. You let your legs carry you through the wall of the apartment and down the stairs as fast as you could. Not stopping until you were outside of the apartment complex.

You scanned the streets, realizing it had been years since you last dared to leave. You were always so afraid you’d never find your way back. But what did it matter now? It almost seemed like it would do you good to find a new home, so you let your legs carry you off down the streets of Massachusetts.

Your heart was still pounding despite the fact it didn’t exist in your hollow body. You still felt like you were crying despite not being able to produce any sort of tears in your ghostly form. Your mind was spinning as you replayed the scene over and over in your head. The way she kissed him, the way he kissed her. The fact that he let her touch the gift he gave you. I was clear you were no longer welcome. Which is why you had no plans to turn back.

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It was getting dark when you realized you did in fact have to go back. You had almost forgot about what was hidden under the floorboard, the last piece of your old life which you couldn’t seem to replicate no matter how hard you tried in the other world. It was why you refused to leave in the past, even when the the people who lived there were horrible.

In all your rage with Peter you had almost forgotten about the item. It wasn’t until you had walked for about two hours and calmed down that you finally remembered. Luckily you had just continued straight during your walk, going through any object that stood in your way.

It made it quite easy to find your way back to the apartment, since you just had to turn around and walk back the way you came. It was around 10 o’clock when you finally made it back, the streetlights were on and the bugs were singing their songs. Your legs carried you up the stairs of the complex, all the way to the sixth floor. If it weren’t for the fact you were still in your ghost form you would feel just as physically exhausted as you do mentally.

You wandered through the wall and straight into Peter’s room, not bothering to look at him. Only caring about the object you kept tucked away below the floorboard in his closet.

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you for over an hour now,” Peter sounded like he was on the verge of tears, his voice was shaky and he looked as if he had been crying.

“I was out.” You stated flatly, still not looking at him.

“Y/N, I was worried sick. You didn’t say anything, you just left.”

You stopped before the closet, turning your head to look at Peter. “You were busy. Besides, I don’t get why you care where I was. Not like you wanted me around while…she was here.” You snap.

Peter looks at you for a moment before letting out a long sigh. “I care where you are because I care about you. And I’m sorry about the whole MJ thing, but you’ll have to get used to it since we’re kind of together now.” He mumbles.

“I see.” You turn back to the closet shaking your head. “Let’s just go to bed I guess. I’ll be leaving tomorrow anyways. I don’t want to be here with you anymore anyways.” Your voice is dripping venom as you make your way over to his bed, laying down in your usual spot.

“Leaving? But wh-“

“Because Peter. I don’t think your new girlfriend would be too happy about another girl living with you, remember?”

Peter freezes, realizing you’re right. He stops arguing and turns off the light, crawling into bed next to you. “Goodnight Y/N,” he whispers, closing his eyes and drifting off.

You lie awake, feeling so unsure of yourself. Only yesterday you and Peter were messing around, talking, having a great time. And now, he’s kissing another girl and you really have no other choice but to move out. The hours seemed to slip by as you continue to stare up at the ceiling, unsure of what to do, you look over to Peter again, knowing you only have a few more minutes left with him. You examine his face, he looks so peaceful as he sleeps. The way his curly brown hair falls over his forehead, and the way his freckles dance across his nose and cheeks.

You feel yourself leaning in slowly, your body going solid as your hand meets his soft hair. You slowly press your lips to his, kissing him softly the way MJ did. You lightly tug at his curls, never wanting the moment to end. You can feel Peter’s arm wrapping around you as he pulls you closer, his eyes fluttering open. Your lips are still on his when he registers what’s happening.

And just as the sun comes up, you fade out of his arms, and back to the other side.

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ayacokeandpepsi · 2 months

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Fboy enhypen with a reader who is very combative and doesn’t show similar interest in them?

Thanks sm for the ask! <3

Fboy!Jay

Cw: smut, enemies to lovers?

WC: idk but 51 paragraphs (probably more than 1k idk sorry)

A/n: this isn’t proofread cause I did this on my phone sorry <3

Okay so the reader is a rapper/singer that is being featured in one of their songs/albums, so they are at the studio together which is how they meet n stuff !!

Fboy! Jay

When Jay heard that they were getting a soloist,that he’s never heard of, would be working with them for a few months to collaborate he didn’t care. He didn’t even bother to look up your name or learn anything about you.

But when his members were on their phones looking at your Instagram profile, gawking at you talent and visuals, he was interested.

“Give me your phone, Jake,” he annoyingly asked. He couldn’t let his mind control his face, then he would be too obvious! He didn’t let his members know how interested he was when he saw the edits of you on Jake’s phone.

Instead, he just learned your name and later he looked up your Instagram profile on his private and spend hours looking at edits of you. He was embarrassing himself!

Girls fall for him, not the other way around! He made extra sure to look his best on the day the members were meeting you at the studio for the first time. His heart skipped a beat when he first saw you walk through the door and greet everyone.

He was prepared to shake your hand as you finished greeting the other members by doing so, but when you held out your hand to him, his brain short circuited. He just curled his fingers and fist bumped you. Why did he do that?!! She must think you’re so rude now!

The rest of the introductions were nothing he could remember, he was only focused on you. How your hands were perfectly manicured, how the jingle of your bracelets sounded when you moved your wrists, it was music to his ears.

As the day started to pass, more members said goodbyes before politely leaving, having contributed enough to the brainstorm for the tracks you were about to make with them.

Jay said simple suggestions here and there, but nothing too big, nothing enough to grant him permission to go home… as the last of the members finished collaborating in lyrics, soon they left one by one, asking Jay to leave but he surprisingly refused.

He started talking quietly about some ideas he was looking up on his lap top, and he stupidly pretended not to be amazed by your suggestions, dismissing them harshly.

You didn’t react how he wanted you to, you countered his comments by asking him for better ideas, making him feel on the spot!

“Well- I have more experience in composing since I am self produced,” you slyly answer him.

“Yeah, well maybe come up with some actual good ideas then.” He says, instantly regretting how harsh he is.

You scoff. “Okay, I don’t know who you think you are, but I am just as qualified for this as you” you say, also regretting your harsh tone.

“Me? Who even are you, huh? I’m an idol, and you’re what? A musician that I’ve never even heard of?” He snaps back at you. He feels shame immediately as the words leave his lips.

He noticed the sudden silence. “I um… I shouldn’t have said that, it wasn’t appropriate” he tries to make it slightly better adding that.

You scoff again. “I don’t know what you expect from me? Just to be amazed and fangirl over you? I suppose that’s with every woman you come across, huh?” You reply.

“Okay-yes! I admit it…” he sighs, letting the embarrassment consume him. “ I’m not used to having someone NOT be impressed by me, the feeling is foreign…”

“Who says that I’m not impressed?” You whisper back.

“What? I thought you hated me by now?” He honestly questions you

You slightly giggle at his question. “Why? Just because a woman isn’t taking off her clothes- like I’m sure they do for you- doesn’t mean that I dislike you.” You answer

His face feels hot at the assumption you made, his mind is thinking of you, wishing you were one of those girls in your made up scenario. He looks away quickly.

“I-uhm, that’s not what I meant,” he softly says. You roll your eyes. “Yeah I know, it’s called an exaggeration.” You hiss

“We won’t accomplish anything like this, so it’s best if we just go home today,” you stand and get your purse and coat and start to the door.

“No wait, it’s-I’m sorry,” he says, too soft for your ears to hear.

He sees you, your hand on the doorknob. He doesn’t know how but he’s in front of you, grabbing your wrist, your eyes are wide and surprised.

“I-uhm,” he stammers, not knowing the words to use. “I,” he repeats, but your face is mere inches away from his, and he can feel your breath on his face. You eyes are confused and fixed on his own.

He lets go of your wrist. He swallows. “Fuck it,” he whispers before taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to your own.

You were surprised, this all happened in about 30 seconds, you didn’t know what to do,you dropped your purse and coat and your hands moved on their own to the back of his neck, your fingers running through his undercut.

He deepens the kiss, groaning into your lips. You softly moan into him, which makes his blood rush to his trousers.

He pulls away from the messy kiss, surveying you to make sure that you want him, he looks for confirmation but you pull him into your lips before he could, getting his answer.

His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You groan at the sensation of his warm fingers brushing against your bare waist. You break the kiss pull your shirt over your head, Jay follows and takes off his own, instantly pulling you into another kiss,

The two of you slightly stumble backwards, finding the desk against the wall, he breaks the kiss to pick you up and sit you on the desk, facing him, he runs his large fingers up your back and undo your bra, letting the straps fall off your shoulders revealing your tits.

You tug at his belt buckle while he sucks on your tongue softly, he pulls away to undo his belt and let his baggy pants fall to the floor, exposing his briefs that hugged his body so well.

He grabs your face to deepen the kiss, little grunts and moans coming from both of you as his lips kiss yours. You run your hands down his abs, tracing the v line, teasing him by hooking your fingers on his underwear and so so slowly dragging them down, eliciting a groan from him.

“Fuckkk,” he whispers, the cool air hitting the precum already leaking from his tip. He runs his fingers up your thighs and reaches to the top of your leggings under your skirt, you lift your hips for him to pull them down.

He goes in your skirt , his thumb finding your clit, dipping down to wet it before circling it. You moan into his lips.

He then unzips your way too expensive skirt roughly and throws it on the ground. “I’ll buy you a new one baby I just need you so fucking bad right now,” Jay whines in your ear, as his mouth kisses down your jaw, his lips moving to your nipples as his hand palms them softly.

Jay sighs. “Fuck baby I need you right now please,” he moans. You hop off the desk and grab his arm, dragging him to the large black leather couch just a few feet away.

He sits down on the couch and pulls you on to his lap, groaning at how you grind against his painfully hard cock. “Fuck,” he whines into your mouth.

He fumbles around to his wallet next to him, collecting a condom before pulling his briefs all the way down, his cock snapping is lower abdomen.

He slides it down his length, whining at the sensation. You take it in your hand and drag it through your folds, rubbing your clit, which makes both of you curse.

You line yourself up with his tip, your thighs on his. He throws his head back as you sink down on him.

He moans loudly. He grabs your hips, slowly thrusts into you. Mumbled “ah”s and “fuck”s escaped his mouth as the sound of skin slapping filled the small room, along with your moans and noises of wet tongues and kisses.

“Ah- shit, baby- you’re gonna make me-“ he whines, “ah fuck- you feel amazing,” he says against your lips, moaning into you.

“Fuck-I’m close,” he groans, his hips start to speed up their thrusting, his movements becoming more sloppy and desperate.

He groans loudly into your mouth, his hips start to slow as he holds you tighter.

The sound of panting fills the silence. He slowly pulls his cock out of you, shivering.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a deep and slow kiss.

“Hey, wanna just crash at my place tonight? It’s really late and I can drive you back to your house in the morning,” he says, a smile forming on his face.

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot,” you reply, your smile growing as you lean in to a final kiss.

End <3

I’m probably gonna do a part? For others, I didn’t mean for this to be a whole fic but I wrote it on mobile so yeah :D

#enha smut #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #jay smut

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marry me, idiot.

AH ITS HERE!!!! I will say, like I've been saying, I'm still in the really early stages of this fic. like this has been edited twice where as every chapter of sylcd is done three times over so. I really have no clue when the next chapter will be out as I haven't finished it yet; might be during sylcd's final chapters or it might be after. 3.2k words let me know what you guys think!! enjoy mwah xx

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"Okay, we have a slight issue." You heard the voice beside you clear as day despite the headphones that sat over your ears.

"Is the issue something you caused for us?" You turned to your best friend with a brow quirked.

"That's extremely rude but very true, yes." Spencer nodded as he took a sip from his cup, spinning his chair to face you. Spence and you had been close for a while, you joining the crew only a few months after Spence had, the two of you spending countless hours editing beside each other. The two of you grew close after a couple of longer projects. The two of you leaning on each other for advice and well needed breaks from time to time.

It has become a joke around the office about Spencer being your work husband; he had a knack for picking you up an drink on his way in, or grabbing lunch for the both of you, or Spencer's ability to pause anything he was working on at the snap of a finger for you. He was pretty much head over heels for you, and you were the only one blind enough to not see it. It's funny to think that you felt the same exact way, and everyone but Spencer could tell.

"So, remember when we started here and we became friends and we made that joke about when we turned thirty."

You stared blankly back at your best friend, the joke about marrying if you're both still single by thirty a distant memory in your mind by this point. It crossed your mind once recently. Last year, you spent your entire 'Dirty Thirty' party that the office threw for you clinging to Spencer.

You made a habit of keeping him alongside you for every big moment of your life since you'd met. You wanted to look back on these moments, that were destined to be great already, to include Spencer.

"Okay, so you do remember, that's great." Spencer clapped his hands together as he grinned at you.

"I saw a TikTok about the wedding gifts you get from inviting companies and rich people, even if you don't know them and I want in!" Spence argued, wiping his sweaty palms off on his pants as he worked his way towards the problem with this rambling explanation.

"I think it's unfair that just because two people are getting married they get to have all that stuff. With all my info had, I made some quick wedding invitations and sent some out, fully expecting PR packages to come back." He trailed off as

"Charles Spencer," You quietly chastised, wanting to not believe a word he was saying, but knowing deep down that Spencer was being truthful. "You are insane, I can't believe you did that!"

"T'm sorry, okay. Listen, Y/N, I thought it was gonna be a funny joke to give you a bunch of fake wedding gifts for our fake wedding on your real birthday! I didn't expect people to accept, but I know that is my fault for inviting some people that actually agreed."

"Charles," You started, using his legal name yet again. He wasn't usually worried about you using it, it wasn't some secret he was keeping it anything, but the tone in your voice told him that you weren't happy at all. "Who all accepted?"

"I'm sorry, I know I'm never gonna say that enough, but it was only a few people!" Spencer knew his voice was just getting higher and higher the more you two spoke, his anxiety spiking.

"Yes, okay, Rhett and Link accepted," A gasp left you as Spencer cringed, knowing his mistake. "Kathy Bates politely declined but sent an autographed headshot!" He removed the framed photo from his backpack before setting it beside your monitor.

He grinned worriedly, gesturing towards it as you let your forehead meet the desk, groaning.

"Besides the people that own the company we work for, who else said yes?" You asked through gritted teeth as Spencer looked to his phone, finding the note that held his list.

"Rapid fire, Tana Mongeau, Carrot Top, and Rob Schneider. It's not that many people, Y/N, we can just call it off." Spencer placed his hand on your back, rubbing softly as you groaned again, completely shocked by just how royally fucked this whole thing was gonna turn out to be no matter what you did.

"I'm so, so sorry, Y/N but. will you marry me?"

"emergency meeting at my desk in ten please need advice bc Spencer's an idiot"

"That's was very rude and I am plenty offended." Spencer quipped, setting his phone down on his desk after reading the group chat message you'd sent out. You shot him a glare, all argued out for the day after spending the last hour trying to convince Spence to let you tell your friends, hoping they'd help you figure out the story you'd make up in place of a wedding.

He finally caved, feeling terrible about the mess he had drug you into, allowing you to explore different ways out of this mess. In no time, Courtney, Damien and Shayne accompanied the two of you at your desks, various stolen chairs offering comfort to your friends.

"What did Spencer do now?" Damien asked, causing Spence to scoff and shake his head.

"I'm starting to get upset that everyone just assumes that I really fucked something up this bad." He defended himself as he leaned back in his chair, practically able to hear your eyes rolling.

"You did, though. You lied to people and now we're getting married." You stayed simply, eyes wide as you began to argue with your future better half yet again.

"You're already my work wife, we're pretty much married." You rolled your eyes once as Spencer countered you, reaching his hand towards your mug of coffee, being stopped as you lightly slapped at him.

"l'm sorry, I don't know if l'm missing something and everyone else is up to speed but, uh, when did y'all get together long enough to lead to getting married?" Shayne questioned, pulling your attention from Spencer as you took in the looks from those around you.

Damien's face held a mix of confusion and excitement, Courtney was rendered speechless and it seems like Shayne was using every last braincell he had to piece together this puzzle.

"Okay, phew, wow, that is what this meeting is about, honey." Spencer cooed as he grinned goofily at you, wrapping your left hand in his as he held your palm to his chest.

You tried your best to hid the smile that so desperately wanted to grace your lips, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes, the feeling of a migraine quickly approaching.

You took your time explaining through the story, Spencer chiming in when needed but mostly stuck to nodding along as you spoke.

"Spencer," Damien pointed his index finger at the shorter man, both with brows raised at each other. "You're an idiot, my guy. Why did Rhett and Link seem like a good idea? Why did any of this seem like a good idea, but especially our bosses."

You sighed, resting your head in the palm of your hand as you awoke your monitor. You sat up as an email sat at the top of your inbox labeled important.

"Congratulations to Y/N and Spencer!"

You couldn't tell how long you spent staring at the desktop, the company wide email from the Mythical Management staring directly back. The noise of your friends chatter drown out as the words in the letter repeated over and over in your mind.

You had to go through with this, or you had to hide behind the arrangement and a shitty excuse of a prank. No other options popped into your head.

"Y/N? You okay?" A warm, familiar hand rested on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.

Spencer's eyes worriedly searched your face as his brow furrowed at your slumped frame. His gaze followed you, his heart sinking as he Scanned over the email.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N..." He trailed off, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back once more.

The other three moved, all looking over your shoulders to read the message. Gasps and murmurs broke out between them as they say back down.

Your small group sat in silence for a moment. You thought you'd have more time to find a solution, a couple of days at least, but now you couldn't leave this room without some semblance of a plan.

"Let's get married." You still sat with a blank stare at the computer, your mind running a million miles a minute. You slowy explained your thoughts as thoroughly as you could.

Spencer and you were known as each other work spouses, even fans making memes about it. The two of you have talked about the agreement in the podcast, on an episode of Board AF, and in an upcoming reddit video with Shayne.

The fans always reacted well when the two of you were together, engaging with the content. There's countless edits of the two of you, even with the small amounts of videos you've been in together.

You can blame it on the arrangement you'd made, pull lan and a few of the other higher ups aside, presenting the idea.

Spencer and you would get married; you could make the content last up until next April, as planning a fake wedding would take some time anyways. That would mean an announcement video, probably a celebratory video with others in cast, even the process of picking out different parts of the wedding for Pit videos if they really wanted to milk it. Maybe even a TNTL gauntlet with your bridesmaids and groomsmen.

The one thing you wanted to thank Spencer for was the convenience of sharing one braincell. You could release the wedding video, the big finale in which the joke is revealed to the audience, playing it up as a fake relationship until April 1st. Spencer had thought it was funny to put the wedding date on the invitations as April Fool's Day, but it worked perfectly.

You took a deep breath, nodding your head as your eyes darted around your friends, anxious for their thoughts.

Spencer quickly wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead before he grinned at you.

"You are a fucking genius, lan's gonna love this idea. We can say we were prepping for the video, getting our invitation letters together accidentally sent it out. We can use whatever stuff we get as presents for the bogus invites for another video, too." Spencer added, looking to his friends as he chewed on his lip.

"I hate how quickly the two of you worked this out. We weren't needed." Shayne laughed softly, shrugging his shoulders.

"So it's not a stupid plan?" You asked, quickly distracted as the office door opens, lan's head peaking inside.

You lock eyes, offering him an awkward smile. He entered, coughing softly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, uhm, can I talk to you guys in a little bit? Probably like twenty minutes, in the conference room." lan spoke, a tight lipped smile on his face as he looked between you and the man seated beside you.

You felt a pit in your stomach growing rapidly as you swallowed, nodding your head. This was horrific, it felt like you had disappointed your dad but he wouldn't admit it yet.

And the conferernce room? There was no doubt in your mind that if this wasn't happening in lan's office then it would be bigger than you expected. Lisa would have to be there, maybe Daniel, if they were that concerned; Rachel would probably be forced into it, no matter how much she wouldn't want to be involved. n nodded before promptly exiting, barely acknowledging the cast members.

You groaned loudly as the door shut, Spencer copying you.

"This sucks and I hate you." You shoved at his shoulder, huffing.

He rubbed his arm, pouting a bit.

"It does and I hate me too." He chuckled as a smile appeared on your soft lips.

Spencer felt like the boundaries between the two of you were figured out very early on, never set prematurely, always discovered naturally. Kissing your cheek was okay, forehead was okay, drunkenly kissing your neck was okay sometimes. Hand holding was very normal and platonic and something you two did constantly. Cuddling and spending the night together was normal, but you two wouldn't sleep in the same bed.

He knew that, so far, this system had worked If that didn't happen soon, things might get nuddy, feelings getting involved. Spencer knew his feelings on you, he had since about two years into your friendship.

For six years now, he's known just how much he cares about you with every fiber of his being. He knows he really would do anything for you, anything to be with you. He respected every boundary you set.

Spencer had a thing for constantly taking advantage of the things he could have. You were always greeted with some sort of kiss, never once on the lips. Your fingers laced well with his, especially when you were on his left side. He constantly sat close beside you, tossing an arm around your shoulders, resting a hand on your knee, giving your thigh a gentle joy in excitement.

Spencer yearned for you for so long that he'd learned to accept it. He didn't want to cut you out of his life to get over his feelings, he cared too much about you, so his only option was to accept his feelings and keep close to you. You two were best friends, where one was, the other wasn't far behind. You loved him, so fucking much you loved him. He knew this, but he also knew that you didn't love him in the way he wanted you to.

Your group is quick to disband, giving the two of you some space before your meeting. Spencer let the two of you sit in silence before he decided to pack his bag for the day, despite it barely even starting. He could feel your eyes on him, his back to you.

"Packing because figure they're gonna send us home today, no matter what they decide. Give them time to think it all over." You smiled, enjoying just how well he knew you. His words settled in, prompting you to follow suit.

As you zipped your bag shut, it hit you that in just a few minutes before you were supposed to face the consequences of your best friends well intended actions. It was a toss up over which of you was more nervous, the both of you with pounding hearts.

"I love you, dude." You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around Spencer's waist, sighing softly.

"I love you, too, dude." He chuckled, rubbing your back as he kissed your forehead.

"C'mon, champ, let's go knock 'em dead." Spencer winked as he held the door open for you. You took a deep breath before leaving you little editing room bubble.

The room was much, much more packed than either of you had expected it to be. The people you expected to be there were indeed, but alongside them sat Kiana, Selina, and Lizzy.

Spencer thanked his lucky stars when neither Rhett nor Link joined the lot of you. He found himself sitting back a bit, allowing you to take the reigns of explaining your bullshit reasoning for the situation you'd found yourselves in.

Three hours, three scarily long hours later and you finally stood from your chair, your feet tingling and your head pounding. Spencer and you said your polite goodbyes to everyone before heading back toward your office.

"I think that was fine." You stated, arms crossed as you stare down the hall ahead.

He chuckled, nudging his shoulder into yours.

"That went really well, you heard Daniel. It's gotta go through if he liked it that much. It's gonna work out."

You nodded your head, a smile tugging on your lips as you both grabbed your bags.

"Wanna hangout or, uh, give me a ride home? Shayne drove me this morning." Spencer smiled heepishly as he followed you into the parking lot.

"If I'm your fiancee now, I think you should tell me if there's something going on between the two of you." You poked as you both got into your car.

You scooted your chair away from your desktop as you rubbed your eyes, now realizing just how long you'd been sat starting at your screen playing Minecraft with Spencer.

You smiled softly, feeling a tug at your heart at the sight before you. He sat slumped into your couch, eyes focused and brow furrowed as you cat napped on top of the cushion behind him.

Craig and Spencer had a love hate relationship, both of them usually eager for your attention at the same time, causing them to butt heads. Your cat and your best friend were both horribly stubborn.

But then there'd be moments like this, or when Craig curls up with Spencer on your couch, or when he follows Spence through your own house, even if you're still right where your kitty left you.

You stretch, taking off your headphones as you rise and stretch, catching Spence glancing over at you, smiling softly.

"Oh shit, you're still here?" You questioned as you walked past the couch, heading into your kitchen, yawning softly. You check your watch, catching it at just past five in the afternoon.

Spencer chuckled, watching as his eyes followed your every move as you danced around your small kitchen, seemingly opening every cabinet to find what you needed.

"Check your email, Charmander." You mindlessly called out to him, the nickname leaving him to roll his eyes as he dug into his pocket.

"You are the absolute worst with nicknames, need you to know that. Just call me Charles at this point." He laughed as you flipped him off as you turn, spoon in your mouth.

You join him on your couch with two peanut butter and banana sandwiches on one plate, sitting it on the space between you. Spencer nods a thanks to you as he grabbed his, taping your sandwiches together as a toast.

He loads into his email, refreshing it as you take your first bite. His wide eyes cause you a bit of stress, making you sit up straight.

"Good or bad?"

"Uh, good, I think. My schedule got changed." Spencer quickly switched over to his calendar, it had to be good; they don't just switch the schedule halfway through the month.

His eyes scanned over the new or changed parts, reading the first one he saw.

'Engagement Shoot' scheduled for tomorrow at 10AM.

"We did it, Joe." Spencer turns to you with a grin, quickly pulling you into a tight hug. You groaned and rolled your eyes, before quickly squealing as you wrapped your arms around him, bouncing in your seat.

They got what they wanted, right?

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