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#maybe even paint the fake card into a card for him....
biteofcherry · 9 months
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No better gift
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part of Nesting universe
soft dark mafia Steve Rogers x female reader
summary: Steve likes the gift you gave him for his birthday, but there's something else that he wishes go. And he will take it.
warnings: soft dark Steve Rogers; established relationship; intimacy; some things are implied and some of them are kinky 😏
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Sweet raspberry scent of your lotion soothes you as you rub it into your skin after taking a shower. It wasn’t exactly a tiring day, but exciting enough to have you craving the peace and quiet of your home. 
Steve’s birthday was a rich celebration, though not like one might expect. 
There was no grandeur, or flamboyant displays of wealth. No business partners to pledge fake vows, nor celebrities to take hundreds of photos with. Quite the opposite, it was a rather small affair with family and friends only.
But Steve’s family and friends are a bunch of joyous, often loud people. So despite the celebration being somewhat nostalgic - held at Steve’s mom’s place - it was a lot. From the laughter and teasing stories, to the small display of fireworks that Steve’s people organized.
What you have learned over the past year is that while they are lethal criminals, they are fiercely loyal and surprisingly loving. 
And though it was Steve’s birthday, the true star of the party who stole all the attention was your baby boy. You could really catch a break and indulge (and Sarah’s cake was worthy of all the indulging), because others occupied him for hours. At one point you mentioned to Steve that he should find Bucky a girl, before Barnes really steals your kid.
All the fuss was exhausting enough for the baby that he fell asleep before you even got into the car. 
Back at home, Steve told you to take your time in the bathroom while he puts the baby to bed. One of the things which surprised you at first, was how present Steve is - both for you and your son. Not only dutiful, but openly loving and enjoying that time. And watching him with the baby melts your heart each time, as well other parts of your body.
When you exit the bathroom, Steve is already back in the master bedroom. Half undressed.
His shirt is on the back of the armchair, the button of his dark slacks popped open, but the zipper still up. Your gaze appreciatively roams over the wide planes of Steve’s chest, taking in the outline of corded muscles and the few, ornate tattoos on his body.
Left corner of Steve’s mouth curls in a smirk when he catches you staring. He crooks a finger at you and your feet move on their own accord, stepping between him and the bed. 
You lift on your tiptoes, pecking Steve’s lips sweetly. You’d like to maybe kiss him more, but your mouth also craves that huge slice of birthday cake which Sarah packed for you and at the moment the taste of it is kinda winning with the taste of Steve.
A little.
But you also want to cherish this quiet moment with him, soak up this warmth radiating off of him. You put a hand over his sternum, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart. Then slide your hand down his muscular arm.
“I hope you like your gift.” You tap the wide band of the black wristwatch on Steve’s wrist, shiny with novelty and black sapphires. 
“It’s hard to find a present for a man who has everything. Or who can afford anything.” 
You still consider it cheating, since to buy it for him you used the black card Steve gave you over a year ago. 
“I do like it,” he assures you, stepping so close you have to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact with him. 
He places a hand on your hip and skims his fingers up over the delicate fabric of your hand-painted, silk robe (Steve’s Valentine gift to you). He pinches the end of the silky belt between his fingers and starts tugging slowly.
“I love your other gift much more, though,” Steve’s voice drops to that low tone, thick as molten chocolate - and just as delectable. 
“Other gift?” A small frown forms on your forehead, quickly smoothing out as a shiver of pleasure spreads through your body when Steve unties your robe.
Warm, calloused hand slips beneath the fabric, touching your naked skin. It’s a gentle, yet so characteristically possessive touch. 
Over the months, even as your body changed with pregnancy and then after giving birth, Steve’s demand for your body never shifted. Not only it didn’t lessen, but at times it felt as if it grew.
He could be tender, especially when your body was the most sensitive, but there was always that control and possession; which both scared you and aroused you. 
Your nipples harden into stiff pebbles as Steve’s fingers brush over your breasts, your breath hitching a note when he pushes the robe off your shoulders completely. His touch travels back down, more brazen. His blue eyes darken as he takes in your naked body, so vulnerable and all his to play with. 
Hands flying to Steve’s shoulders, to keep your balance when he cups your tits, you gasp and arch. Heat unfurls in your belly in a wild burst as he pinches your stiff peaks. 
With how Steve’s eyes are focused on the darkened nipples and his tormenting squeeze, you know he’s remembering how milk spilled between his fingers when he did that to you just a few months prior. 
“I track your calendar, little bird,” Steve’s lips ghost along your jaw, as he slides his hands down your sides and over your ass. 
At the brush of Steve’s lips over yours, your brain stops following the line of thought. You nearly whimper, chasing his mouth when he holds off the kiss. 
“You’re ovulating.” 
Your half-closed eyes snap open at his hungry tone. Shocked with the revelation and the obvious indication behind Steve’s words, you arch back. But you don’t have the slightest chance of putting any distance between the two of you. 
Steve’s hands grip your ass and he hoists you up easily. A squeak escapes your lips when he tosses you onto the bed. 
Heart fluttering in your chest, you watch him climb after you - a deadly predator, determined on devouring his prey whole. 
The mattress dips under Steve’s weight and you feel yourself melting into the soft sheets, your pussy already weeping from the sheer sexual power of his aura. Still, instinctively your legs close. Steve yanks them apart. 
He settles above you, heavy and warm, pinning one of your wrists down. His other hand slips between your thighs, nimble fingers teasing your folds and clit until your hips rock back against his hand, pleading for more.  
“This will be your gift to me, little wife,” Steve’s eyes lock with yours as he pushes a single finger inside you.
“Swelling with my seed again.” 
Steve’s triumphant chuckle seals your fate as your pussy clenches around his finger eagerly.
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wretchedshade · 1 month
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What I Think Your Fave Twst Character Would Give You For Valentine's Day 💕
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Tis the season for capitalism and appropriately themed tumblr posts! Enjoy the headcanons from me to yours during this very merry February ✌️
Heartslabyul
Riddle: 
A nice patterned mug with some of his favourite tea in it
Also a formal invitation to an aptly themed tea party
Left a personalized note in there thanking you for your camaraderie and endless patience with Ace and Deuce (there's also a reminder to not be late for the party on the back)
Trey:
Some heart shaped strawberry and vanilla macarons
He insists that they were leftovers from a batch sent to him by his parents, but how does that explain the faint smell of strawberry-vanilla wafting off of him instead of his signature minty toothpaste scent?
There's also a mini toothbrush/toothpaste set in the box they came in with a scarily cryptic reminder to “brush afterwards!!”
Cater:
A selfie stick! (Of course)
Also some cute Valentine's Day themed accessories for an on theme selfie photo-op later
The pics came out great and he even printed one out for you to, and I quote, “keep forever and ever as a reminder that Cay-Cay loves ya!”
Ace:
Acts like he totally forgot it was valentine's day in the first place
“Valentine's Day is a fake holiday anyway, I don't know why everyone cares so much about it in the first place!”
Ends up sliding you a hastily drawn Valentine's Day card during class after stewing over what he said all day and making himself feel guilty
Deuce:
Spent all night writing a heartfelt letter about how much he appreciates you (he went through so many sheets of paper trying to decide what was too embarrassing or too much to say)
It took him until nightfall to actually work up the courage to give it to you
He promptly ran away afterwards but the gesture was still sweet nonetheless
Savanaclaw
Leona:
Straight up forgot to buy anything in the first place
Ended up sending Ruggie to Sam's and bought a cheap off brand hallmark card
But at least he went through the effort of signing it, and if he really likes you, threw in a prepaid gift card (he also put a little heart next to his signature and immediately erased it, but if you hold it up to the sun you can still see it faintly)
Heck maybe he even taped a flower from his favourite Greenhouse nap spot to it for good measure
Ruggie:
Took you on a lavish shopping spree with a pricey 40 thaumark cash limit (I know right? Pump the brakes, Mr. Moneybags, we get it)
During the trip he taught you some smart ways to save cash on overpriced Valentine's Day gifts and the extraordinary art of the haggle with shopkeepers
Sam ended up kicking you both out of the shop but you had a fun time anyways
Jack:
Gave you a mini cactus to match his own!
He grew it from a new growth from one of his and had been nurturing it until it was big enough to give to you
He even hand wrote a little cactus care pamphlet to go with it
The pot also seemed to be hand-painted as well, you can only wonder how long he had been putting all of this together and the dedication is greatly cherished
Octavinelle
Azul:
Taught you how to not fall for multi level marketing schemes and scam artists ❤️ (much to Ruggie's dismay) 
Ok just kidding, you actually just spent the whole day doing sudoku puzzles with him
Winner had to buy the other's lunch the next day and Valentine's Day be damned, he did not come to fool around and play games (except he absolutely did, he just hates losing. So maybe it's a good thing you let him win in the end)
Floyd:
Made you a really creepy looking shrimp doll saying “It's just like you! Shrimpy!”
He tried his best but it is just not in the cards for him to create things that are cute, they always end up looking terrifying
The sentiment is there but it didn't help that the eyeballs popped out of its head when he dropped it in your hands and he laughed just a tiny bit too hard about it
Jade: 
Built a custom terrarium from things he collected on his Mountain Lover Club expeditions
He included a page detailed with every single item in there on it
It wasn't until you brought it back to your room and gave it a solid read through that you saw that a couple of the plants in there were CARNIVOROUS, which explains why the case he used has a lock and key on it
You don't know why he put them in there and at this point you're too afraid to ask so it's best you just say thank you the next time you see him and leave it at that
Scarabia
Kalim: 
Had his parents send over some of the most delicious handmade chocolates from his hometown
You shared them together and damn were they delicious
You nearly choked to death though when he told you they were normally about 400 thaumarks a box and that his family normally sends him about 6 boxes each year
Despite the near death experience it was extremely sweet, and the chocolate even more so
Jamil:
Made you lunch with a recipe used a lot in his family
He added a few extra special touches to it though but that only made it even better
Though the meal was great he looked like he'd ran himself half ragged trying to put it together in time (he probably had to deal with the repercussions of one of Kailm's “great ideas” halfway through what he was doing)
In return you gave him maybe the greatest gift of all: a quiet place to have a well deserved nap (the V.I.P Guest Room key was much appreciated)
Pomefiore
Vil:
An extremely complex looking collection of skincare products
He goes through the entire routine with you, showing you how to properly apply each product and explaining what each one's benefits for your skin are
You're most likely not going to remember any of what he said as he was at it for at least two hours, but you were just content to sit and listen to him talk and appreciate the time he took out of his day to come and teach you himself
Rook: 
A scrapbook of some extremely, let's just say, “candid” photos of you (candid meaning “how the hell did he take these pictures without me noticing?”)
When you asked him how long he'd been collecting the photos for he merely smiled and said “oh just as long as everyone else's” which promptly ended any and all other questions you had (which was many)
Epel:
A box of apples from his family's farm!
Sorry, did I say box? I actually meant CRATE
He showed you some cool ways he learned how to cut/peel the apples (the discretion with the knife wielding from his Housewarden was greatly appreciated)
The apples were amazing and the knife skills were dope as hell
Ignihyde
Idia:
Sent you an Email saying, and I quote, “Happy Valentine's Day since apparently it matters to some people or whatever”
But waaaay at the bottom he attached one of those heavily photoshopped anime reference Valentine's Day card memes
It was a mass Email share too so you can only wonder if he put that there on purpose or attached it as a joke and just forgot to delete it
Ortho:
Handcrafted the most perfect pop-up card ever???
You toyed with the idea that he just bought it but then remembered that this is Ortho, if he's going to do something then it is heavily researched prior and is executed perfectly
The pop-up design inside the card was of you, him, and Grim all together and yes, it was adorable
Diasomnia
Malleus:
A beautiful watercolour painting of the Ramshackle House (ghosts included!)
He wrapped it himself, which was evident due to the shoddy tape job (hey, at least he tried) and was actually quite bashful when he handed it to you
He said he started working on it after several visits to his “favourite quiet spot” and thought you would appreciate owning it more than anyone else at Night Raven would
You obviously do, and it currently hangs proudly in the Guest Room where everyone can see it
Lilia: 
Made you a nice “home cooked” dinner
He claims that he used to cook it all the time back in the day and it was "quite the crowd killer!”
Judging from the looks AND smell of it you absolutely believe that statement and fear that you may become a part of said “killed crowd” if you ate any of it
You said thank you anyways which seemed to make him content enough so he left (little does he know after that you immediately took it out back and had Grim torch it. Legend says its ghost still haunts the Ramshackle House to this day)
Silver:
A copy of his favourite book
You remember it from when you were in the Library one day and saw him passed out at one of the tables and was using it as a pillow
He told you that his Father used to read it to him as a kid to help him fall asleep (because apparently he struggles with that??) and that every time he read it, it reminded him of home
He hoped that you too could feel that sense of belonging and familiarity whenever you felt homesick and needed a little piece of home to feel better
Sebek:
A duplicate portrait of his role model and personal hero!
“EVERYONE SHOULD STRIVE TO MATCH THE LEVEL OF RAW POWER AND GRACE THAT MALLEUS HOLDS! USE THIS PAINTING AS A REMINDER TO WORK HARD TO REACH YOUR GOALS AND ACHIEVE NOTHING SHORT OF PERFECTION!”
You could've done without the Shia Labeouf style pep talk but the notion was nice enough on its own
The painting is actually really nice too, very detailed, but now you have to explain to all your visitors why there's a huge portrait of Malleus Draconia in your common room
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ohsunnyboy · 8 months
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steal your night (part 1) | sung hanbin ˚₊‧⁺˖
you never knew you had a boyfriend until sung hanbin eats your tiramisu and steals your heart under the stars of monaco
SERIES: a night in monaco — one, two
TAGS: fake dating, strangers to lovers, business man!hanbin, gn!reader, flirty hanbin and you ehe, meet cute <3, summer vibes
A/N: sorry for the disappearance lmao take my hanbin pining as an apology, and as always, purely self indulgent
WORDS: ~1300
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Trouble comes when dessert is served.
Everything considered, it’s horrible timing. Sun setting just so over the Mediterranean, hearty chatter firing all around in all sorts of languages and your wine being warm company on a supposedly lonely night. It makes a perfect set-up as your spoon hovers mid-air as you prepare to dig into some well-deserved tiramisu.
Until someone slides into the very empty seat across from you, slips a crisp black business card across the table to you – it reads 'Sung Hanbin' – and uttering the most insane thing yet: "Love, I'm so sorry for being late!"
What.
You barely get to say anything before he's swooping in for la bise. As you lean in, his expensive cologne lingers like smoke in the air. It's a narrow dodge of your lips, but he swerves and lands a quick kiss to your right cheek and then dares to go for a second on your left. Consider yourself stunned because all you do is watch him pull away and a grin at you with a gorgeous smile.
You want to sit and gape for a second, let yourself breathe, and now with a longer look, let him breathe.
This, Hanbin, has flushed cheeks and is twitchy with how he holds your hand – when did that happen?! – across the table. There's a light sheen of sweat on his skin and not due to the heat, more like he's either embarrassed or nervous about this. He breathes in short, sharp gasps as if he's been running and mouths something to you.
Please play along. His hand still holds yours, and he squeezes just so.
Hanbin turned his head to the right slightly. Stood at a table near the entrance was a woman with a flowy silver dress on and hair pulled into quite a severe bun. Her pointed heels tapping on the spot and her jittery eyes glance over at you two, but quickly look somewhere else when she catches your curious gaze.
“She’s been trying to get me to buy her a meal all day,” he sighs. “Thing is, I even saw her scoping me out yesterday at a bar last night. I was naïve enough to buy her a drink to start some conversation, but she’s taken it as personal permission to stalk me. She clearly hasn’t gotten the memo.” And he squeezes your hand again, this time to comfort himself.
“What about me? What if I turn out to be some crazy that’s out to steal your Amex and claim my fifth husband?”
“You? No way, you have a top shelf wine and a second plate of tiramisu in front of you already. You're doing perfectly fine without my money," Hanbin lists before his gaze turns considering. "Unless... you weren't lying about the husbands.”
You laugh into your wine and eye Hanbin over the rim. "You wouldn’t look too bad in a wedding tux, pretty boy, who knows?”
The long column of Hanbin’s neck is exposed thanks to the open collar of his shirt. Revealing the delicate sun, moon and star on his collar that only keeps you stuck in wonder for longer.
You can only imagine how smooth the skin feels – under your hands and lips – but maybe that’s the wine talking when he sits there fine and handsome against the candlelight. The sunset paints saturated hues against his skin, you can barely see the blush that peeks above his collar thanks to it.
If you friends were here, you know what they’d say about him: trouble, hot and wealthy trouble.
“Eyes up here, love.” Your eyes leap back up to Hanbin’s to only see amusement in them. Getting caught flushes your face with heat but his eyes are dark enough to forget yourself in.
You try to push on, clearing your throat and pulling yourself together. “So, the deal is we act like lovers the rest of the night?” The weight of the word lovers is a syrupy one, overtly sweet and something far from familiar for you but Hanbin only smiles at it.
“Of course, love. Shouldn’t be too hard with someone as sweet as you,” he grins however his eyes still linger on that woman in silver, clearly on edge.
You drum your fingers on the table, the rush of meeting each other melting quickly in the air. Awkward tension is bound to seep in soon and you'll be damned if it does! you're not losing this chance no matter how much trouble this man could be.
A stroke of brilliance brings you to push forward your untouched plate of tiramisu over to him, careful with the spoon balancing precariously on the plate. “What?” you smile at his confused face. “I wasn’t eating it anyway and you need a distraction.” But he just raises his brows like he doesn't believe it.
At his reluctance, you sigh and begin to flag down a waitress.
“Hey! Hey, don’t kick me out please—I’ll eat it!… even pay for it!—” Hanbin flusters even further as you push a finger against his soft lips to shut him up as the waitress arrives.
It’s a beat of silence.
“Two more tiramisus, please.” Hanbin’s laugh of disbelief trails the waitress as she leaves.
What you do find out is that it’s stupidly easy to talk to Hanbin. You tell him why you’re even here in Monaco: about your crazy best friends marrying after years of adventures, about being the responsible one in a group of misfits, about growing up and never quite finding the one unlike how they did. Loneliness is a familiar tale on your tongue, the wine tinging everything you say with bitter honesty you’ve never been able to let out with anyone else.
With Hanbin, you learn about his job as a business consultant: his annoying – but endearing! – juniors Yujin and Gyuvin, how him and Zhang Hao – his other colleague – are out here for strictly business. Until of course, he met you.
“What are your doing out here so alone, anyway?” he probed. He’s so much closer now, having moved his chair to be next to you instead of opposite you. “You’re too pretty to be single but I really hope you are.”
You shrug off the flirting for once and let yourself disappear back into the chair. “Everyone else I know are in relationships so they’re all away on dates across the city. I figured stealing myself away on a self-date would be better than sitting lonely in a hotel room all night.” 
He hums, a low and melodic thing. You can feel the heat of him next to you, the weight of his presence and the cut of his cologne all over again. Though nothing prepares you when Hanbin takes your hand in his.
He raises it, gentle and kind, slow and despairing, and presses his lips to your ring finger.
"Well then, may I steal your night?" he asks like a dare. A whisper barely heard but shared between you two.
Eyes far too low and gaze far too heavy for a look between strangers. The implications are clearer than the night sky above. Hanbin's lips linger with a smirk, and you can feel everything in you screaming to look away before you melt into the floor but all you can do is stare.
Trouble. Is what your mind is screaming. It's what you really want after all this pining in silence. Someone to crash into your life and take you with them.
"You don't even know my name."
It comes out like an accusation. Trouble, trouble, trouble. It brings you here and leaves you dizzy, craving for more.
"Why would I need it, love. You'll be saying mine all night.”
The woman is long gone into the night so there's no need for this play-pretend. But trouble looks you in the eyes and you kiss him with a heart that yearns for more.
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ahjbsdkh thanks so much for reading <33 i had a lot of fun writing this so a like and reblog would be nice if you enjoyed :] ⭒ masterlist ⭒ part two ->
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ijustreallylovethem · 3 months
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#8 drunk
the list masterlist
it was valentine’s day, and you and connor had chosen to spend the evening drinking. you didn’t want to go overboard since connor had a game the next day, but you had still drank a heavy amount and both of you were feeling good.
“we need a different game to play,” he whined. “this one is getting boring.” he threw the cards on the table, picking up his drink and taking a sip.
“well, i’d suggest never have i ever but you wouldn’t be drinking much,” you giggled. he rolled his eyes. “truth or dare?” he hummed as he thought the idea over.
“okay, you first. truth or dare?”
“hmm, truth.” connor thought for a moment, then gave you a once over.
“have you ever faked it?” you giggled, almost spitting out the drink you had just taken.
“getting right into it see. no, i haven’t. though there was one guy that thought i had finished but i hadn’t. terrible.” connor snorted at your words. “okay, truth or dare?”
“truth.”
“okay uh… i don’t know why i suggested this game. i suck at coming up with things.”
“ask me something!”
“okay, okay!” you squeezed your eyes shut, popping them opening and asking the first thing that came to mind, except it wasn’t really a question. “guilty pleasure.”
“well,” he smirked, “can i say you?” you felt your cheeks heat up, no, your whole body heat up at his question.
“i choose truth,” you spoke, wanting the attention off the weight of his answer. he chuckled.
“okay… what do you think would be the most romantic date?” the question caught you a bit off guard, and it took a second for you to think of an answer.
“i don’t know. maybe… it would have to be something where we can talk, not like the movies or something, right? dinner is good but it seems over done and basic. ice cream or coffee, too short. maybe a picnic or stargazing or going to like a sip and paint thing, even though i suck at painting.” you shrugged, taking a long drink from the can in your hand.
“that sounds nice.” you give him a smile.
“truth or dare?”
“you know what, give me a dare.” there was a wide grin on his face. you thought for a moment, what could you make him do? then an idea popped into your head.
“okay bedsy, here’s what i want you to do.” you leaned forward, setting your can on the coffee table. “come over here and kiss me,” you spoke lowly. he set his can on the table as well, then scooted over from his side of the couch.
“you sure about this?”
“you backing down from a dare?” you taunted. his lips were on yours in a moment, the kiss starting heated and only getting heavier by the second. your tongues were sighting for dominance, and maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but you found yourself giving up way faster than normal. you pulled away panting, and connor’s lips trailed your jaw and your neck. you whined loudly as he sucked bruises into your skin, your fingers threading through his hair.
one of his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him as he laid you on your back, the other hand pulled at the tie of your pajama pants. you were sure half your neck was covered in hickies by now, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. not when his fingers were tracing over the wet spot on your panties and his mouth sucking and nipping at your collarbones.
“connor please,” you breathed and finally he pulled away to look at you.
“what do you need, baby?”
“you, need you. need your fingers, need your cock, need…” you let out a groan, feeling like your words weren’t enough, “just need more!” he couldn’t help but chuckle at your frantic begging for him.
“calm down pretty girl. i’ll give you everything you want, don’t worry.” he pulled his fingers from your shorts, sliding them down your legs with your panties to follow. you pulled your own shirt over your head, cupping and squeezing at your boobs for some kind of stimulation until connor batted your hands away. a finger slid through your folds, gently circling your clit and he ducked down to pull one of your nipples into his mouth. you moaned and your back arched at the contact.
“fuck, con-“ his name melted into a moan as he slid a finger inside of you. he curled it just right, somehow managing to instantly find that perfect spot inside of you. your hips rolled against his hand as his mouth pulled away from your nipple, leaving small kisses across your chest to the other one. as his lips wrapped around it, he slid another finger inside, his thumb coming up to rub your clit. you cried out at the amount of pleasure you were feeling, one hand holding his head in place and the other gripping the back of the couch. only a moment later was his head popping up, a small smirk on his face as he took you in.
“you getting close, baby? can feel you getting tighter around my fingers.” you let out a cry, your head falling back against the cushion. “gonna make a mess on my fingers? come on, pretty girl, cum for me.” your body tensed as you hit your high, the hand that had been in his hair now raking across his shoulder. he made sure to work you through it, slowly retracting his fingers once your muscles relaxed.
“shit,” you whispered, opening your eyes to find connor kneeling above you.
“you can still take another, right baby? if i remember correctly you said you wanted my fingers and my cock.” he pulled his shirt over his head, standing from the couch to rid himself of the sweats he had been wearing. you had noticed earlier in the night that he wore nothing beneath them, trying to keep your eyes from wandering ever since.
“yes, con, please. still need you.”
“still? a little greedy, don’t you think?” you quickly shook your head, watching him stroke himself a few times as he knelt between your legs again.
“not greedy. just…”
“just what?” he teased, running the tip through your folds.
“just needy,” you whispered.
“yeah? my girl needy for me?” you nodded, not even caring what the name insinuated at the moment. “then let me give her what she needs, hm?” he slid into you slowly, bending over to pull you into a filthy kiss as he bottomed out. you moaned when you felt him twitch inside you, your nails running lightly across his shoulder blades.
his pace was brutal, his hips thrusting quickly against yours and his cock reaching deep inside of you. your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingers digging into his biceps as his lips returned to your neck. you hoped your neighbors were out tonight, because you were almost sure they could hear you with how loudly you were moaning.
“look how pretty you are underneath me, taking my cock so well. like you were made for me, huh?”
“just for you, connor, made just for you,” you rambled. one of his hands slid between you, his thumb rubbing right circles against your clit. “oh my god, feels so good,” you cried.
“want you to cum for me, baby. gonna be a good girl and cum all over this cock. let me know how good i make you feel,” he practically growled. your eyes rolled back as you felt the knot in your stomach snap, your vision going black and heat enveloping your body. your hips bucked against his as you rode out wave after wave of pleasure, clenching tightly around him. the feeling had him finding his own release, keeping his hips flush to yours as he came inside you. he slowly lowered himself beside you, both of your chests heaving as you fought to catch your breath.
“holy shit,” you breathed, your eyes still closed.
“yeah.” you stayed there for a minute longer, finally opening your eyes and turning to look at connor beside you.
“i should probably shower,” you whispered. he nodded.
“i need to get to bed soon.”
“well, i’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“see you tomorrow.” you carefully got off the couch, trying not to whine as you slid off of him, and doing your best to not stumble as you walked down the hallway. he watched you go the entire way, finding himself liking the way he could see his cum dripping down your inner thigh just a bit too much.
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moremaybank · 11 months
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i know it’s probably too late and i’m sorry but what about a short blurb or headcanons about dad!jj surprising his love on mothers day
if it’s too late, maybe vice versa where she celebrates fathers day for him when that comes around this summer 😭😭
— 💗 anon
-͟͟͞☆ dad!jj and your daughter surprise you for mother's day
warnings pure fluff, you and jj have a daughter bc i said so (lovingly)
author's note happy birthday to all the badass mamas out there. y'all are appreciated beyond belief, especially by me 🤍
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You hear the door creak open, followed by the sound of hushing and quiet footsteps against the boards of your wooden floor.
"Okay. Go ahead, baby girl. Wake Mommy up just like we talked about," JJ whispers.
"'Kay, daddy."
It's hard to suppress your smile but you manage to pull it off, not wanting to spoil the surprise that your loving husband and daughter clearly worked so hard on.
Your daughter climbs onto the bed and crawls over to you, her tiny hands and knees pressing into the mattress as she moves. You feel her palm rest on your shoulder, followed by her lips pecking your cheek.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mommy."
You play your role accordingly, whipping up your best fake yawn and stretching your limbs dramatically before you creep your eyes open.
"Thank you," you say, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. You smooth down her bedhead and press a kiss to her head.
Your eyes then roam over to your husband, who's standing beside you with a grin on his face. He sits beside you and hands you the tray of freshly-cooked breakfast foods. The sweet smell of waffles doused with fruits and syrup fills your nostrils, along with notes of your morning coffee.
"We made you breakfast, Mommy. With scratch,” your daughter states proudly.
JJ corrects her after the two of you let out a soft laugh, "From, babe. From scratch."
"Close enough," you say, beaming at her encouragingly. "Thank you for breakfast, my sweet girl."
JJ clears his throat, "She had help, you know."
"Come here," you say with a knowing grin. Your hand cups his cheek, and you grant him an affectionate kiss as a silent thank you. Still, you decide to say it as well. "Thank you for breakfast, handsome."
"Don’t mention it. We actually have one more surprise for you." JJ eyes land on your daughter. "Ain't that right?"
Your daughter nods in a giddy manner, her little feet pattering against your floors once more as she bolts into your closet. JJ follows after her, knowing that she'll need help bringing out your gifts.
They return with a large assortment of red, pink, and white tones, with baby's-breath accenting the bouquet beautifully. Then came a handmade card from your daughter, covered in scribbles and a few splashes of paint around what you assume says Happy Mother's Day.
Your eyes begin to well with tears. You can't help it. You feel so loved and appreciated, even more so than they ensure to make you feel daily.
"You guys," you sniffle, wiping an escaped tear from your eye. You give them each another smooch, this time on their cheeks. "I love it. I love you."
"We love you too. Thank you for being our world,” JJ speaks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear
"Thank you for being mine."
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celabi · 1 year
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this a a fact.
scummy scara has no fashion taste other than hoodies and what ever clean pants he can find on his floor. Read: a hoodie he hasn’t washed in six months and a pair of pants that don’t he hasn’t busted a nut in.
he just doesn’t wash clothes. so he just uses foul axe body spray to hide his scummy scent.
like after you start to show interest he washes his clothes now and stopped using axe after he heard you talking shit ab it. now he uses one that by the grace of the gods you love.
you have to dress that motherfucker he couldn’t put together a good outfit if eating you out for as long as he wanted was on the line.
you pick out what he wears bc he asked you to bc “he wants to look nicer” truthfully he just wanted to see what you found attractive. and to get you in his room, in his closet where you might find that little black box with your dirty panties in it.
write a drabble maybe 👉👈
also when i talk ab scummy scara i mean snake bite having wolf cut rocking looks clean on the outside but does the filthiest shit on the inside. fucking cooking for you with his cum. cumming on your toothbrush.
but thats for a different time. any way this is the style i picture him in. he only wears platforms bc he has this need for height.
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Jsnsnsnsn omg pls just scara sitting on the foot of his bed while you rummage through his closet, trying to pick out an outfit for him to wear for your date, knowing that if you didn’t, he would show up to the fancy restaurant in a baggy hoodie, sweats, and a pair of flip flops. His knee bounces faster as you get deeper into the closet. There’s clothes thrown messily onto his bedroom floor, all of his shoes (there’s two pairs) are lost somewhere in between the mix as well, and you keep finding some ‘random junk’ just carelessly shoved behind everything, like loose fake nails who you’re sure aren’t his because he shows up to class with badly painted, short black nails, there’s hair ties that have no purpose to him because his hair is too short, and occasionally you’d pull out some loose Pokémon cards.
“Scara… you’re not really giving me anything to work with here.” You mumble, lifting up a band t shirt that has holes ripped on all sides. He slightly leans to the side and views over your shoulder, he gulps. “Uh, yeah sorry, I don’t do much clothes shopping…” ‘she’s getting closer.’ He can feel his heart racing in his chest as you kneel forward and reach for anything else that might be hiding at the back, and he gulps when you quietly murmur a small ‘what’s this?’ as your hand grabs onto something. Oh this is it, you’re gonna see them, he thought he had hid them well, but you’re not even searching for them and you’ve managed to find them already. Oh god, will you scream at him for stealing them? You’re gonna leave him aren’t you. His eyes start to sting, and his hand reaches down to scratch at his leg in fear. This is it, it’s all over, everything he worked so hard for is abo—
“Oh, this shirt looks okay. Here, show me what it looks like on.” You stand up, pat the dust off your knees and hand him a surprisingly clean shirt that you had pulled out from the closet. He blinks, and slowly reaches out to grab it from you. So you didn’t see—? He so thought that his life was over, but maybe you had missed the small box hidden away in the corner, and he’s glad you did. “Yeah o-okay.” His cheeks redden when you watch him pull off the shirt he was already wearing and replace it with the one you gave him, before he tugs at hem and nervously shuffles his feet. “Uh.. so, do you think I look… good?”
“Yeah, you look cute. Come on, let’s go.” You reach for his hand and pull him along, which he makes no complaints about, a wonky smile on his lips while his eyes follow your move, before switching off his bedroom light and walking to the door. Maybe he was so distracted by your complaint that he failed to notice the very box he was dreading you to find opened, with a little pair off panties peeking out from inside. 😱 spoiler u found them whatttt
scara with band tee shirts and chains mwah I love
Anyways he’s so cute I’ll put him in some pink panties and eat him out thanks 🥺
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sam-loves-seb · 1 year
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part 1 | part 2
the fruity four but make it hollywood au (2/x)
thinking about makeup artist robin and stunt double steve, both young and inexperienced and new to the area, maybe 19ish, who meet on the set of their first gig--a small commercial about auto insurance where steve has to pretend to crash a car and then robin has to cover him in fake bruises and blood--and become instant friends. robin and steve who are both sleeping on couches of a friend of a friend, who barely scrap together enough money to get an apartment together but they do it.
they work odd jobs to make rent in between gigs. steve refs basketball games on the weekends. robin does face paint at children's birthday parties. it's anything but glamorous, but they wouldn't trade this life for the world. not when they're booking one commercial every three months, not when they sign on to their first tv shows, not when they walk the red carpet together at steve's first leading role movie premiere and the internet goes crazy thinking they're a couple.
they keep living together long after they can both afford their own places--"we're both on locations half the year anyways, i feel like i barely see you enough as it is"--trading in grungy one bedroom spaces for a sold, stable two bedroom apartment big enough for a kitchen and a living room, then upgrading again a few years later to a deluxe sky view tenth floor apartment big enough for a guest room.
it's paradise, living with your best friend. until your best friend gets a boyfriend and falls stupidly in love.
"Robin," steve tries to reason with her. "I'm not leaving the building--hell, i'm not even leaving our floor. I'll be two doors down!"
steve moving in with eddie munson was not on robin's bingo card, but here they are, packing boxes and saying goodbye.
"For fuck's sake," Steve groans. "It's not goodbye--I'm literally coming over tomorrow to watch Bake Off with you."
"You better be."
and so, steve moves out, moves in down the hall with eddie, and robin has to wallow in her apartment all alone for another two weeks before her next job is set to start shooting in georgia. the two weeks are fine, she can live by herself for two weeks, but it's the knowing that she's always going to be coming back to an empty apartment that kills her.
until eddie gets a brilliant idea.
"I have a friend," he tells her one night, when steve is passed out with his head on eddie's lap and it's just eddie and robin watching this week's episode of survivor. "She's been living in Paris for the last year, shooting a handful of French indie films, but she's coming back to LA next month."
Robin raises a brow. "So?"
"So..." Eddie shrugs, running his hand through Steve's hair. "She has her own place in the hills, but she usually crashes in my guest room when she's in town. She'd never admit it, but I don't think she really likes living alone--and I don't blame her. But it's hard finding real fucking friends in our lines of work."
"Eddie, what the hell is your--"
"Have you ever considered getting another roommate?"
and that is how robin finds herself living with famed child/teen actress nancy wheeler, who wears choppy bangs and dark eye makeup that definitely do not go with the family-friendly sitcom star persona she wore for almost a decade.
robin thinks she likes this nancy better, even if she does smoke cigarettes like they're going out of style.
(how eddie munson and nancy wheeler ever became friends in the first place is story for another place and time, but as robin watches nancy smile for the first time in a week when eddie comes over, she makes a mental note to find steve tomorrow and get the full story.)
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | ko-fi
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shieldofiron · 7 months
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The guy looks like his high school bully and it’s kind of wigging Eddie out.
He’s sat in the same place every show, up in the front row, always with a flagon of something that he barely sips. Eddie’s stage isn’t far from one of the many Renaissance Fair taverns, but this guy doesn’t seem drunk. He just watches Eddie’s show intently, his loose shirt falling open and exposing a chiseled chest.
“Maybe the guy just really likes magic,” Billy suggests when they’re both on break as he pours a bottle of cold water over his face, trying to comb the dirt from his curls. He’s Prince William the bloodthirsty after all.
“Billy, I do this show at ten fairs a season. I love magic. And even I wouldn’t watch three shows a day.”
Billy laughed, “You know, I used to have a guy out in this teeny tiny faire who used to watch the jousts like that. Really intense, front row.”
“Yeah, what happened.”
“You’ve met Steve.”
“Your husband??”
“Hell yeah,” Billy flicked his tongue against his upper lip, “Do you still call people up in the audience to be your lovely assistant for the finale?”
“Yeah.”
“So, ask him to be your lovely assistant,” Billy shrugged, “Maybe it will work out.”
Eddie had laughed it off but at the final show of the day, when he asked for lovely assistant volunteers, the guy did perk up in his seat.
“You, gentle sir,” Eddie swept into a theatrical bow.
The crowd giggled as the man sat dumbfounded in his seat, his pink cheeks making his eyes electric blue.
“Come now, the box awaits you!”
The man got to his feet, waving meekly at the hooting crowd.
“And your name, my lovely assistant?”
“Jason.”
That had Eddie nearly stumbling as he made his way towards the box to subtly show Jason the instructions painted inside for how he would hide and then reveal himself.
It couldn’t actually be Jason Carver. Not actually. Except he did look like him, with the short sloped nose and pale freckled skin. His hair was longer, slightly darker and sandier.
“And are you a native of Maryland, Jason?” Eddie’s fake English accent wavered.
“No, I’m from a small town in Indiana.”
Eddie only opened the door to the box so smoothly because he’d done it a hundred thousand times, sweeping his arm out to the crowd, “And you’re about to go somewhere even smaller!”
The crowd chuckled obligingly and Jason made his way into the box with a short bow. Eddie could barely breathe as he executed the rest of the trick flawlessly.
After Jason had revealed himself and blushed through another bow when Eddie called him his lovely assistant, Eddie thought that might be the end of it.
But Jason was hanging around after the show, still holding that one flagon, still sat in that same spot.
"So um, why-"
"You're in town another few weeks?"
"Yeah." Eddie frowned.
"I hoped you would be. I saw you last year but..." Jason shook his head, and the sunlight glinted off an earring hidden in his long blonde hair, "I couldn't get up my nerve."
"Nerve to do what?"
"Ask you out," Jason dug in his pocket, "Even just to apologize."
He hands over a business card. Jason Carver. Board Certified Psychologist. Specializing in LGBTQIA+ issues and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
"My cell is on the bottom there."
"You're asking me to become a patient?"
"No," Jason toys with his glass again, "Pretty sure that would be unethical. Because I um... you know..."
"I mean, we already started out unethically," Eddie stopped him, though he was kind of wondering how deep on Jason's chest that blush could possibly go.
"How do you mean?"
Eddie leaned in, slightly annoyed that his bell-covered costume jingled. His messy curls and braids bushed forward, and he could see Jason's eyes dialate.
"You're already my lovely assistant."
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Can you tell I went to the ren faire today?
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thedemoninurlocket · 7 months
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The thing with American Psycho [movie] “fans” and these so called sigmas is that they’re missing a very fundamental point to really get the story and its purpose: Patrick Bateman is a pathetic loser. That’s literally it.
It infuriates me to see men idolizing him, and using him as a sort of…inspiration in order to achieve their goals, both physically and emotionally, because the movie illustrates quite well that he is an immoral and irredeemable person. But at the same time, I can’t help but find it funny, because they’re replicating a character that is, at its core, parodic.
Patrick Bateman is a man that has everything one would dream of, at least upholding to western/American standards: power, strength, women, luxury, and company to enjoy all of this, but despite of all that, he is empty, even bored by it. His decaying mental state (which he ignores, because a person this powerful shouldn’t be experiencing his wants and needs [in this case, for blood and human suffering]) makes him become even more degenerate and absurdly self obsessed. Even when he’s supposed to be having fun, enjoying himself, he’s going on and on with his psychopathic internal monologue, when he’s having sex, he doesn’t even pay attention to the women he’s giving pleasure too, or to his own pleasure, he just flexes in the mirror, probably wondering how he looks while doing so. He’s a miserable individual because he’s surrounded by empty people, empty hobbies, an empty job, all under the mask of luxury, and curated minimalism. And he becomes an empty, selfish asshole that just looks for causing pain to others.
Maybe in a first watch, all of this might seem pretty scary, and Patrick himself, kind of intimidating. But after one or two rewatches, you start realizing how weak and pathetic Patrick really is. Even though he paints an image of himself of being cold, calculated, collected, and of course, self-centered, his own self-perception is dictated by what others might think of him [see card scene], feels insecure when someone is perceived as more rich/cool/powerful/long etcetera than him [in this case, Paul Allen. His own murder happens because of jealousy and rage], he is shitty at lying and even creating an alibi for a murder he committed [see his interview with detective Kimball], only feels better with himself engaging fully on extreme berating of others [specifically women and marginalized people, whom he believes he holds power over (well, he sort of has since its the eighties but bare with me)], and in the final scene of the movie ends up confessing all of his crimes!! It doesn’t matter if you think they were all in his mind or they were real, he ends up breaking down after an extreme psychotic episode….and just confesses. Patrick is conscious that his whole environment is awful, fake, and curated in order to look well put in front of everyone. It’s the society of appearance. But instead of trying to change this, he instead feels compelled to harming the innocent and “inflicting his pain onto others”.
American Psycho is a movie that dwells heavily on yuppie culture, and how the rich and famous are, deep down, very corrupted at worst, very stupid at best. It makes us question who are the ones that are in power and what do they really want. That’s why it frustrates me, as both as makes me laugh that “sigma males” claim to be like Patrick Bateman, to feel like him, to want to be him. When in reality, he’s just a parody of the very men they’re trying to be; one that is strong, heartless, cold…pretty much the idea of a man of an Andrew Tate follower.
People that unironically claim they want to “inflict their pain on others” and live like Bateman, are people that are very weak inside and are very reluctant to admit that, deep down, they’re just like everyone; human.
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visionarystoryteller · 5 months
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Cease and Desist|| Love For Noella Levesque
*part of Love For Noella Levesque OC World*
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Noella sat in her hotel room reading her emails when she got one from Vince McMahon. She took a deep breath and opened the email. Upon reading it she found out that it was an unofficial cease and desist order on slander of her time at WWE. If she continues the law will actually come into play. Noella sat flabbergasted that she ignored the knocking on her hotel door. When Noella didn’t answer the door, her phone started ringing instead. She just decided to put her phone down, even if it was Maxwell calling her. She looked off at the wall trying to breathe. She was being painted as bad…again.
“Noella open up!” She heard through her door but continued to ignore it. The pounding became more and more incessant until it stopped. When it stopped she laid her head down on one of the pillows and took deep breaths.
Every few minutes, Noellas phone would ring but Noella was just too down at this point. Eventually after her phone went completely silent, the hotel room phone started ringing. Noella sighed and leaned over to pick up the phone from the side table.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Miss Levesque, sorry to bother you but there is a man down here saying he’s your boyfriend and that he lost the key to his room, I just want to make sure this is actually for you.” The receptionist says. Noella quietly sighs, briefly closing her eyes.
“Maxwell? you can give him the card” Noella says.
“Yes. Okay ma’am, have a good night” the receptionist says. Noella just hangs up the phone and goes back to lying down. She knew it wouldn’t take long for Max to bust his way into her room so she layed there waiting.
It took about 5 minutes and by then Noella was half asleep. She heard the door beep access, then footsteps making there way over to the bed. The bed dipped on the other side of Noella but the room remained silent. Max was worried. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with her. He hadn’t seen anything online. Maybe her father called? Max was broken out of his thoughts when a phone was put on his chest. He looked down at it then looked over at Noella who had her eyes closed tightly. Max picked up the phone and looked down at the screen. He saw it was an email. He quickly read it over and started to feel rage. As if she even bad mouthed him. Max rolled his eyes and out her phone down on the side table. He rolled over on his side and looked at Noella. He put his hand on her face and his thumb rubbed the apple of her cheek.
“Whatever you decide to do, I’m here. I’ll have my lawyers look some shit over…you’re not alone in this sweetheart. He may think he can get away with shit but not all the time.” Max says. Noella listens to his words and moves in closer to max. Max wraps his arm around her and pulls her close into him and kisses her head.
It’s quite for awhile before a thought pops into Noellas head.
“So does your girlfriend get a key to your room? Or is it just my boyfriend?” Noella asks opening her eyes to look at Max. Max throws his head back and laughs.
“I will gladly give you a key to my room” max smiles down at her. She lets out a small giggle.
“Then again, you could just start sharing a room with me” max says shrugging.
“I mean could I put up with you almost all the time?” Noella jokes. Max fake gasps, holding a hand on his chest.
“You wound me sweetheart. We’ve actually spent quite a bit of time together ya know” Max says. Noella giggles.
“But more time?! I think I’ll die of Max overdose” Noella jokes. Max laughs shaking his head.
“Mmm…you are so funnny” max laughs.
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Max had his lawyers look over the email and draft up an entire legal document in case Vince wants to play games. Noella was thankful for max. Not even 3 months ago this cocky S.O.B came into her life and made everything more bareable.
It had been about a week since Vince’s email, and now they were in Connecticut, where Noella grew up and where WWEs home base is, that meant her father. Before any tapings that week, Noella decided to see her grandparents, Max insisting on going with her. So here she and Max sat with her grandparents in the backyard, the fall leaves falling upon the yard as they sat on the back patio. Her grandmother looked over at her and saw she was a little stressed but watched her as she relaxed into Maxs arms a little bit with her hot coco.
“So you liking the job?” Her grandmother asks. Noella looks over at her grandmother and gives her a small smile.
“Yea. I like being there, it’s so much more mentally comfortable, Tony is probably one of the best bosses. He’s so understanding with everything with just anyone” Noella smiles. Max watches as her face lights up a little as she talks about her job with her grandmother, him growing a smile himself.
“And that’s how you two met?” Her grandmother asks looking at the pair of them. Max felt his cheeks heat a little. Noella reddens as well.
“Yea. I ran into Austin, and Austin is working with Max on a storyline. I saw him prior like once when he interviewed with Dad but he didn’t end up in WWE. Which I’m glad for becuase Max has so much potential as a wrestler. I mean he is champ two ways right now” Noella babbles. Max scratches the back of his neck and fixes his scarf. Max only really heard his parents brag about him, to hear it from Noella made his heart warm. Her grandmother looked at the pair with a raised eyebrow. She had never seen Noella look so happy as when she talked about her new job and Max.
“Sweetheart…” Max shakes his head embarrassed. Noella looked at Max and her cheeks reddened herself. He was red but he had the biggest smile.
“You two are adorable” her grandmother smiles. Just then her grandmothers phone rings. She looks at the caller ID going quiet. Noella looks at her with question. Her grandmother gives her a sympathetic smile, then answers her phone.
“Hello son” she says. Noella goes blank. Max takes a hold of her hand and squeezes it, bringing her to look at him.
“Yes I’m enjoying the weather, what do you need Paul?” Noella just looks off into the distance.
“Mhm…yes of course she came to visit me, I did raise her right” her grandmother chided her father. Max just sat there trying to comfort Noella.
“Alright, I love you too, bye” her grandmother ended the call and gave her a sympathetic smile.
“He wants me to pass on that he would love to see you while you’re in town…” she says to Noella. Noella just nods.
“Mhmm, well I think we are going to get going.” Noella says standing up to hug her grandmother.
“Be safe sweetie” her grandmother says. Noella nods and her grandmother gives max a hug as well.
“Take care of her Maxwell.” She says in serious tone.
“Always” Max says without a second thought. Always. Always. Always. A word that painted a picture within Maxs mind that made him smile.
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kissland69 · 2 years
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two of hearts
robin buckley x f!reader
*if there’s any mistakes, typos or errors please ignore them, also can we pretend that this song come out 1985 and not 1986🥸*
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“two of heart, two hearts that beat as one” played through the speakers of scoops ahoy for the 15th time that day “i used to love this song but not anymore, now it’s so annoying” robin said with an exhausted expression “two of hearts, two hearts that beat as oneeee” steve annoyingly sang “shut up dingus, you aren’t making it any better” robin said with rolling eyes “my purpose is to annoy you buckley” steve said with his pointer finger up “whatever, that’s why i’m leaving you to deal with the customers” robin said while walking to the break room “okay, if you leave me here then your favorite customer will come in without you drooling at them” steve replied with a smirk “are you really pulling that card on me?” robin said with wide eyes “of course i am, you can’t just leave your favorite customer out here while your in there daydreaming about them” said steve, arms folded infront of his chest “you suck” robin said while returning to the spot she was in earlier “yeah i know, you have a whole scoreboard” said steve with rolling eyes.
after countless customers came into scoops, the freckled girl didn’t see her favorite customer which was a bummer, standing for hours wearing her beat up converse and putting on her fake smile to people she didn’t seem to care for, steve failing for the 5th time that day with a girl and having to see all the corny couples come in and share a cone with one another “man, i feel so miserable right now” robin said with a sigh “is it the job or the couples?” asked steve with the same sigh “both, and to add on to everything she didn’t even come today, normally she’ll come at 2 and now it’s 4:20pm” robin said while looking at the clock attached to the blue and white checkered wall “oh so you’re keeping tabs on her? wow robin i didn’t expect you to be so obsessed” steve playfully said “at least i keep my eyes on one girl unlike you, you flirt with any rainbow face that comes in here” robin said while leaning against the counter “whatever buckley, that’s why i’m going to get a date before you” said steve, DING! “looks like she finally came” steve whispered to robin causing her face to turn red “hello, welcome to scoops ahoy! what can i get you today” said steve with a wide smile “hi, i’ll get cookies and cream in a cup please” said y/n with a smile, headphones around her neck with the worst song playing into them “two of hearts by Stacey Q? that’s such a good song” robin said, lying through her teeth “oh yeah, i love this song, i like that you guys play it here so much” said y/n with a smile “same! i always listen to it at home” robin replied with a smile “maybe you guys can go on a picnic date at lovers lake with that song playing” steve said, twirling the ice cream scooper on his pointer finger “h-he’s j-joking i swear” robin said with a nervous, fake laugh “oh…that wouldn’t sound bad actually..” y/n said quietly “R-REALY, then he wasn’t joking, he was saying the god honest truth!” robin with with a surprised expression “that’s relief, to be honest with you the only reason i come here so often is because i like seeing you, but like not in a creepy way, i just think you’re really pretty” y/n said with a smile “oh the feelings mutual, she knows what time you usually come in, today she thought-“ steve said but got cut off with an aggressive shove “i think it’s time for your break dingus!” said robin with a harsh glare “don’t mind him..uhh so do you want my number…” robin said while anxiously picking at her painted nails “of course, wanna go to lovers lake this saturday?” asked y/n while handing robin a pen and a small notebook she kept in her hand bag “yeah! that would be great, call me anytime, you can call me tonight if you want” said robin with a loose grin “okay, i will robin, see you saturday” said y/n while placing a soft kiss on the freckled girl’s cheek then walking out of the ice cream shop with a smile .
“so are we not going to speak on the fact that you said you loved a song that you hated?” steve said “do you ever shut up harrington?” asked an irritated robin “like again, my purpose is to annoy you but hey look on the bright side you finally got a date before i did” steve said with a smile, robin just flipped him off and walked to the break room “not letting you ruin my mood right now” said robin with the door shutting behind her.
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dreamingofawolf · 1 year
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Based on this post I was sent by @griesly
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Eddie owns the florist "The Roots of Rock" he does a lot of more modern pieces. He lives above the shop, and there's always rock music playing in the background.
I want to say Steve's had an argument with his parents, and decides to get the flowers so he knows what they mean but they don't.
(Griesly: Joke's on Steve unfortunately, as his mother /does/ know what they mean, but she thinks there's no way in hell Steve knows what they mean and so it keeps the peace)
There's a coffee shop next to the florist that Steve and Robin go to after work a lot, and that's why he ends up nearby. Its also entirely the reason Steve is back there a few days later.
Its got nothing to do with the eyes he can't stop thinking about, and the stray petal that was caught in Eddie's hair that Steve was itching to reach out and move.
Or the, seriously Rob they have to have been painted on, jeans.
I wasn't staring but he kept bending over to grab flowers and I couldn't look away.
Ok, I might have been staring a little. But those jeans were snug in all the right places.
It's Nancy's birthday.
He needs them for a girl, woman, friend. Not my girlfriend, well, my ex. But still, something that says I value your friendship. But not romantic, you know?
Like, nothing similar to what you'd give your girlfriend. If you have a, do you have a girlfriend? A boyfriend, maybe?
Ha ha ha. Anyway, something for a friend.
He took Robin in with him, and she has to fake a coughing fit and wait outside when she starts laughing.
(Griesly: Eddie is watching him babble all over himself, wondering why he thinks that's an endearing trait all of a sudden...)
Steve's brain catches up as he's paying and he goes red, grabs some notes from his wallet, farrrr too much, mumbles thank, keep change, and hurries out to drag Robin around the corner before she explodes and he dies.
He misses the fact that two sides of the florist are glass and Eddie can absolutely see them.
Their eyes meet after a few seconds.
Eddie gently beckons him back in to the shop, and Steve feels his feet move before he knows it, steps inside and the bell rings, and Eddie comes around the counter.
You, uh, forgot your flowers. He says as he hands him the lovingly wrapped bouquet.
Steve is sure the floor is going to swallow him.
And uh, here. Eddie holds out a card with his number on, call me if you uh, have a floral emergency maybe?
I just want soft silly romance.
Where they go for a drink and then back to Eddie's and the plants have spread, trailing from pots down the side of the stairs up, and on every surface.
His living room is warm and cosy, with a whole shelf of records and tapes, and DnD books. Steve mentions them and it turns out they both know Dustin and they laugh at silly stories, and drink most of a bottle of wine, and suddenly its 3am and Steve is warm and tipsy.
Eddie tells him to stay, makes him drink a big glass of water and offers him the bed. And Steve kisses him.
Just pulls him in, and kisses him. Soft and tasting of red wine.
And pulls him towards the bed. Eddie says no softly, still kissing as they tumble onto the bedding. And Eddie pulls away enough to babble that he means not now, and not not ever. But when they're sober, because Eddie wants to sink inside Steve's soul and never leave, and he needs to be sure its not the wine and the evening, and maybe an aphrodisiac from a plant.
And Steve is still pressing kisses to Eddie's lips, the side of his neck, the ridges of his collarbones. One hand firm at the base of his spine as if Eddie is trying to get away
Steve does start to flag a little, the soft bed and alcohol making him feel heavy, and Eddie pulls.him back up the bed and finally gets Steve to listen. Tomorrow, they'll get coffee and talk, and if things happen while they're sober then they happen, but right now neither of them would stay awake to finish.
They fall asleep, still dressed, mostly, on top of the duvet, tangled in each other.
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spacedykez · 2 years
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has someone asked for 3 before? idk if they have ignore this ask <3
3 small/cuts
- joobies anon
3. small/cuts to destroy writer’s block i decided to just try to write Whatever the Fuck I Want. it vaguely follows the prompt ok.
Branzy watches his prisoner with shining violet eyes, hidden behind a shadowed mask. Their head droops, and they spit blood from a split lip. The color is almost innocent, like strawberries in the summer, but the reality is that they couldn’t be farther away from a bright, sunny fruit field.
The room is dark; Branzy likes it that way. He can hide in the shadows, in his comfort zone, where his precise, dancer-like movements radiate an aura of complete control and confidence, a threatening silhoutte lurking in the dark.
“If you’re gonna kill me, just do it,” his prisoner mutters. Branzy struts forward and leans down, until his face is in front of theirs. His gloved fingers dance along their jawline until they reach the chin, at which point he tilts their head up to look at him. Their ocean-blue eyes don’t meet his gaze.
A defiant one. Branzy can work with that. “Oh, me, kill you? What!?” Branzy laughs, shaking his head. “Outrageous. Who could kill a beauty like you?”
They pause for a moment, and their eyes inadvertently dart towards his, meeting his purple ones. “You’re messing with me.”
Well, of course he is. “Of course not, never. Never you, tulip.”
“I’m not telling you the location, Joker.”
“Not even for me?” Branzy kneels down in front of their chair, cupping his face in his hands. Maybe the effect is ruined by his mask, but he can certainly still try.
“Fuck you.”
“Well, at least take me on a date first!” Branzy gasps, clutching his hands to his heart in exaggerated shock. 
Their head snaps up at that, and they groan. “That wasn’t what I meant and you know it-”
“You don’t like me?” Branzy asks, dangerously quiet, voice strained with emotion. Fake emotion, but still! Emotion! 
There’s no movement as they seem to consider this. They open their mouth to say something, but Branzy stands up before they can. 
“Well, if that’s how it’s going to be.” His playful voice hardens into a razor as he turns, his knife slipping from its wrist sheath into his hand with a gentle flick of his wrist. His victim can’t see it, masked by shadow and illusion.
They don’t offer any response as he turns back to them, staring straight into their eyes, the unmoving blue of an unbelievably calm day on the water. The glinting silver of the dagger in his hand is the color of the clouds that make up the storm he is about to become. “What do you think of the color red, daisy?”
Their face is unchanging as he approaches them, false confidence painted across their features. Branzy twirls the knife and drops the illusion, but they don’t flinch. He draws a ruby line across their cheek, then pulls his paintbrush of choice away from his canvas and holds it in front of him, watching as thick blood drips off of it.
“Fuck you.”
“We’ve talked about that,” Branzy whispers, leaning his head down so his mouth is only a few inches from their ear. “You want to see me naked that bad?”
They train their gaze straight ahead, pointedly not replying. Branzy trails the knife across their other cheek, creating a matching red line. “Oh, buttercup, just tell me where you hid the crate.”
“No.”
“Oh, well,” Branzy twirls the knife again, sending droplets of blood splattering around the room. His victim can’t see it, but theirs is joining countless others on his wall. “That’s just too bad. I really did like you.”
He drags the dagger across their cheek once more before he twirls to leave. He doesn’t need to look to know the symbol drawn on their face.
It’s a playing card, with a single heart in the middle. The ace. The card that always comes out on top.
Just like Branzy himself.
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               ˜”*°•.       Magic  .   What  was  magic  if  not  distraction  ?  Eyes  focused  on  cards  and  spoons ,  while  the  real  trick  was  happening  somewhere  else .  Mind  so  determined  to  uncover  the  trick  that  reality  was  often   ignored .  A  wallet  taken ,  an  expensive  watch ,  or  both .  And  then,  tricks  becoming  wilder,  greater .   The  four  Horsemen  had  they  been .   A  show  in  the  USA  involving  a  robbery  in  France ;  they’d  been  gods .  The  FBI  incapable  of  finding  proof  against  them  -  for  really ,  how  had  they  done  it  ?  How  had  they  taken  that  money  while  they  were  not  even  in  the  slightest  close  to  Paris  ?  But  then ,  things   had  started  to  become  more  and  more  serious .  The  FBI  chasing  him  down ,  him  faking  his  own  death  by  supposedly  crashing  his  car  -  car  then  lost  in  the  flames .  The  other  Horsemen  telling  the  world  how  sad  it’d  been ,  but  that  they’d  have  to  still  offer  a  big  finale .  And  maybe,  they  should  have  left  it  there .  Maybe  this  big  finale  should  have  indeed  been  a  finale .  For  after  a  few  days  of  hiding,  he’d  made  the  mistake  of  walking  outside .  Wearing  a  hood  sure,  going  from  the  most  secret  alleys,  and  still …  they’d  found  him .  Hunted  him  down  -  a  chase  lasting  seconds  or  minutes  or  hours .  It’d  been  intense .  Hand  gripping  on  the  wall  as  he  went  for  a  climb,  and  yet  just  a  moment  before  reaching  the  other  top  slipping  and  falling .  It  was  over  then .  Gun  pointing  at  him,  while  the  wall  behind  him  robbing  him  of  a  way  out .
❝ You  never  told  me  your  story . ❞  Boredom .  It  was  boredom  painting  his  voice  as  he   looked  over  the  other .  He  barely  knew  him,  and  yet  apparently  they  were  going  to  spend   quite   some  time  together .  So ,  sure,  they could  sit  there  in  silence,  wallowing  in  misery,  wondering  how  they’d  gotten  themselves  there  -  hell,  he’d  really  pondered  it -  or  they  could  talk .
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closed: @jacksonxellis location: sharky's
It had been a rocky few weeks and all Madison wanted to do was shut out the world for awhile. However, it was coming up to her birthday and the last thing she wanted to do was spend it alone. She'd thought about returning to Palm Springs, but her parents were too busy to even bat an eyelid in her direction. Fortunately, she'd receive a hefty check to paint their image as affectionate parents — which Maddie had every intention of blowing on something stupid and pointless in an act of recklessness.
She hadn't expected to see Jackson at her side as she threw back another green tea shot. Her nose crinkled at the concoction, placing the glass back onto the counter. "Jackie," she greeted, turning towards him. "Just the pretty boy I wanted to see. Want to get shitfaced and pretend that we're in love?" Her lips remained pressed in a thin line.
"If you fake propose to me in places, I bet we could get a ton of free fancy shit." It wasn't that she didn't have the funds — she certainly did. Maybe she wanted to pretend, just for one night, that someone cared about her. "I've already tried using the birthday card, but apparently it has to be the day. I can't believe they don't believe in birthday weeks over this end of California." She huffed, continuing to speak in quick succession.
"I hope you didn't have plans, because they're now cancelled."
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vespertin-y · 1 year
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ASK GAME maybe perhaps..... 👽 and 💄 for kaede kokichi and shuichi hehe
hi quinn!! your persistence in letting me talk about akasaiou is v much appreciated <333
👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs
kaede: this one is so difficult because she is already...so fucking weird....i keep thinking of answers and then realizing this is meant to be *headcanons*. she hates bicycles. she starts making piano-playing motions in the air if she's without a piano for too long. she plays the piano so much she forgets to eat and sleep and also has no other hobbies. she smacks and pokes people she's just met and also comments on their curves. she keeps a notebook on the guy she likes. she comes up with a murder machine in ~30 minutes tops. she is the woman of all time. what else can i even say!! she collects novelty socks. that's all i've got.
kokichi: well obviously the weirdest thing about him is that he likes sparkling water (unhinged), but i also think he's a very physical learner/thinker who struggles to put his thoughts in order unless he can write them down. fills up a lot of notebooks!
shuichi: Loves gatcha in any form. spent hours at the monomono machine until his room was concerningly full. once as a kid he took his uncle's credit card for a mobile game and it still haunts him. he only plays games that use fake currency now.
💄 An appearance headcanon
kaede: well she's fat obviously. i can't rb fanart of her with her canon proportions anymore it just feels...wrong. also she has very smooth, soft hands,,,no scars or callouses whatsoever.
kokichi: doesn't cut his nails because he chews on them so much it's unnecessary...the ends of his fingers are raw from it too. rantaro starts painting them in an attempt to stop him. it works (mostly).
shuichi: he has a bite scar. from the alligator.
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