#warning this is obnoxiously long that’s why I put the read more

[fangswbenefits]

Sweet Girl

Summary: Miguel isn’t all that excited about you joining spider society, so why and how does he enter a spiral of maddening obsession?

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

Miguel POV. Obsessed Miguel. Soft/inexperienced reader. Pining.

This is more an of an introduction to my current series Frustration. You don’t have to read the first 3 parts to enjoy this.

Miguel crossed his arms as he stood on the lowered platform.

He was waiting.

And he hated being kept waiting.

Tense minutes went by until a swirling flash of light tore through the space continuum right in front of him.

Jessica Drew stepped out first, followed closely by Peter B. Parker.

And you.

You seemed so out of it, that Miguel wondered how a spider person could have been this badly affected by a mere dimensional travel.

As you tumbled out of the portal, you immediately lurched forward. “Oh, I’m going to be sick.”

Without further warning, you emptied the content of your stomach onto the floor.

Amazing.

Arching an eyebrow, he glared at Jess who was patting your back reassuringly.

“It’s her first time, Miguel,” she frowned lightly, helping you straighten up.

Peter offered you a tissue. “Oh, I remember my first time. My intestines were not the same for a week, and I do-”

Miguel immediately cut him off, not at all interested in hearing about Peter Parker’s bowl movements. “Welcome to Nueva York,” he stepped out of the platform, extending his hand to you. “I’m Miguel O’Hara.”

You cleared your throat and shook his hand. “So… you’re the boss.”

“I’m the boss.”

Miguel saw your eyes scanning him him up and down, widening slightly. “You’re… big.”

Peter snorted and Jessica chuckled.

But he could only roll his eyes. “You’ll eventually get used to your portal jumps.”

You scanned the room with curious eyes. “That portal really needs stabilisation,” you then mumbled, adjusting your suit. “The motion sickness…”

He scoffed. “You’re a spider-woman. I’m sure you can manage motion sickness.”

“Well… it’s not the same as swinging around in your web,” you retorted with a light shrug.

Jessica patted your shoulder. “That’s why we recruited you. Your intel might be able to helps us with some of these… instabilities.”

You immediately smiled brightly. “Oh, sure! I can’t wait to get started. This place looks so cool.”

Miguel groaned inwardly. Amateurs.

He had scanned your file thoroughly and had been against your recruitment initially, but Jess had brought up valid points in your favour, despite the fact that you had only been bitten less than six months ago.

Inexperienced and ambitious.

These two hardly ever worked together, but your vast knowledge in tech compounds had made him give Jess the benefit of the doubt.

“Follow me. I’ll have to draw blood to run some tests and Lyla here will fill you in later on other procedures.”

The hologram popped in obnoxiously by your shoulder. “If he asks nicely, that is.”

Your mouth dropped open in absolute bewilderment. “Woah! AI? That is really, really awesome!”

“Thank you, pumpkin,” she grinned with a wink.

Miguel paced through the long halled that stretched out towards Lab 1, with you following close by, as Peter and Jess flanked you.

From the corner of his eye, he saw you glaring out of the tall windows, completely transfixed by the the countless skyscrapers that sprawled out as far as the eye could see.

“You built this?” your voice echoed in sheer wonder.

“Yes.”

“All of this?”

“Miguel is really gifted with technology,” Peter chimed in proudly.

“Woah…”

That tingled his ego nicely.

As the four of you walked inside the lab, the surrounding spiders at work glanced over, voicing their greetings.

“Take a seat.”

You immediately did as he said with Jessica standing next to you, hand on your shoulder.

Miguel put his gloves on and readied the material for the blood testing.

“Give me your arm.”

“So you’re a tech guy…” you started, and he gripped your forearm, rolled the sleeve of your suit up with fingers probing for a vein. “What else?”

“A geneticist.”

“Nice! So you’re like a two for one type of deal?”

Once he found what he was looking for, he aligned the tube with your skin. “This will sting a bit.”

Before you could reply, you let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion.

“And you work at the lab, too?”

“Do you always ask so many questions?” Miguel said, waiting for the tube to fill in.

You nodded with a warm smile. “I just like to know what I’m getting myself into.”

You had no idea, but Miguel was testing you, trying to gather as much of your personality as he could. He enjoyed piecing people together like puzzles. It stroked his sense of control.

“I thought Jessica had briefed you.”

“I did,” she immediately said.

“Yet you’re the one drawing my blood,” you chirped happily, your eyes fixed on his.

Well, maybe you had an idea.

Miguel felt the corner of his lips turn into a faint smile.

Good.

He needed perceptive people around.

He pulled away from from you slightly and pressed a cotton pad to the small puncture.

Sliding open one of the drawers nearby, he grabbed a watch, never letting go of your arm.

“This is a dimensional travel watch,” he explain, snapping it snugly around your wrist. “Keep it with you at all times.”

He let go of you and you seized the moment to inspect it closer, fascination never leaving your face.

“Let me guess… you also built this,” you said with a chuckle, pressing on the screen a few times.

He reached out his hand to stop you. “This is not a toy. Lyla will inform you on how to properly use it.”

You nodded firmly.

“Welcome to spider society.”

It didn’t take long for Miguel to start walking in on you sleeping in the lab.

For the fourth time.

He was all too familiar with the riveting excitement that came with scientific progress that often led to many sleepless nights.

But he still couldn’t allow this to keep happening.

Halting a few inches away from you, he took a moment to access the situation: you sat hunched over the lab table, head resting on folded arms and a string of drool dangling from the corner of your mouth.

A heavy sigh parted his lips.

He tapped his foot once on the leg of your chair, causing you to jolt upright with a yelp, nearly falling back from the loss of balance as the chair swayed dangerously.

But Miguel was fast enough to prevent that by steadying you with a firm grip on your shoulder. You then leaned forward, panting and clutching at your chest.

“Good morning.”

You turned your head to stare at him, deep bags under your eyes and sleep lines covering your face. “Miguel! Oh — hi! I’m… oh my… that was such a scare!”

His crimson eyes narrowed slightly. “It’s the fourth time this week.”

Trying to regain some composure, you straightened your clothes and wiped the string of drool trailing down your chin with the back of your hand.

“Right. I was… uh…” you paused abruptly and looked around, as if momentarily disoriented. “Oh. Yeah! I am — was working on running some diagnostics and must have dozed off waiting for the results… and-”

He clicked his tongue and spun your chair around, effectively silencing you, his eyes boring into yours. “This isn’t going to happen again. You need to rest.”

You swallowed. “I was resting…”

Miguel didn’t have neither the patience nor the time for this.

“You need proper rest,” he pressed on with a scowl. “Jessica scouted you for a reason, and if you’re too sleep-deprived to work, you’re of no use to us.”

You broke eye contact with him, lowering your head. “I’m sorry…”

The sincerity in your voice took him slightly aback, and he relaxed his face, wondering if he had perhaps been too harsh.

You were chewing on your lip, staring down at your entwined hands.

He had no idea why, but his heart skipped a beat.

Probably stress.

“Look,” he tried again, softer this time. “I know what it’s like to want more. To do more. I’ve been there,” he then crouched, so he could eye-level with you. “But you can’t keep pushing yourself like this. We have time to figure this out.”

You looked to the side, hesitating at first. “I… was talking to other spiders and some mentioned they feel the side effects of motion sickness if they use the portal more than twice a day,” you went on with newfound confidence, gripping the pad on the table and lighting up the screen. “I’m close to getting the chips to work and ther-”

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. “Stop. Stop.”

You did.

“What part of me saying you need to sleep didn’t you understand?”

“I don’t mind sacrificing a few nights of sleep if it means I can help other spiders,” you said, a flash of defiance crossing your eyes. “Seriously, Miguel. I need to get this done… I need it.”

Miguel’s strictness shattered.

He then saw a reflection of himself staring right at him.

So much of your determination and persistence reminded him of his early days as a scientist. The struggle, the hunger for results, the need to achieve something that could help so many…

“I know you’re looking out for me,” you went on, placing one hand on his shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze. “And I’m grateful, but science and progress don’t wait. I know I can be helpful, so let me.”

For the first time in a very long time, Miguel O’Hara was left speechless.

“Please don’t fire me,” you laughed nervously.

He blinked a couple of times and stared down at his watch.

6:14AM

“You can come back in twelve hours.”

Your eyes widened in sheer excitement, lips parting into a wide smile.

He quicky lifted one finger. “If you try to sneak in, I’ll know.”

Your smile faltered, as he saw right through your intentions.

“And I’ll have you sent back to your dimension faster than you can say Nueva York. Got it?”

You lifted one hand in a salute and nodded.

He scowled. “And… stop hanging around Hobie.”

Dropping your hand, you bolted forward from your chair to hug him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

The sudden motion nearly caused him to topple over and you immediately let go of him, as he rose to his full height again.

“Oh! Sorry!” you stepped away, patting his arm apologetically.

He blinked.

Then, grabbing your pad, you began tapping rapidly. “I’m uploading all the data to your watch, so please take a look.”

He blinked again.

You gathered your backpack and threw him a final warm smile. “If you find anything important, please let me know!”

Miguel nodded curtly, but remained rooted in place, as you hurried across the lab and past the sliding door.

His heart skipped a beat for the second time that day.

Then it dawned on him: the last person who had hugged him had been Gabriella.

Miguel should probably call himself a hypocrite.

He was heavily against you or any other spider dozing off in the lab, but he had been indulging in this quite often as of late.

By the time he rose from his slumber, and sat back on his padded chair, he realised something soft had been placed around his shoulders.

He tugged on it and was met with a blanket covered in tiny prints of Peter B. Parker’s face.

This was definitely Mayday’s.

“What…” he drawled out, blinking a few times to adjust his eyes to the brightness that poured in from the windows.

The clock on the wall marked nine in the morning.

He stared down at his desk to find a handwritten note next to a plate of… empanadas?

“Hi~

wanted to wake you up, but you were sleeping so soundly and I didn’t want to disturb you. I found Mayday’s blankie on my lab desk — I suspect Hobie is sneaking her around to pull a prank on me hehe xOx

P.S. Jess told me you like empanadas, so I tried making some for you. Hope you like them~ (I’m crossing my fingers)

P.S. 2 You need proper rest :)”

You.

It had been you.

He glared at the plate containing the pastries, and grabbed one.

His heightened senses allowed him to immediately get flooded with an overwhelming delicious smell.

Taking a bite, he fluttered his eyes shut, allowing the overwhelming combination of flavours to take over.

It tasted so, so good.

It tasted like home.

He rose to his feet and walked out, scanning the lab for traces of you.

But he was met with Jessica instead who had just walked in.

“Oh, you look terrible.”

He swallowed what was left in his mouth. “Thanks.”

Her gaze dropped to your hand. “Oh! Did she make those for you?”

“Uh… yes.”

He felt ridiculous for having mumbled it like that.

The two of them paced along the corridors and into Lab 2, where you were sitting, back turned to them, visibly engrossed in your tasks.

“How’s she been doing?”

He took another bite. “Good. She’s persistent and focused. Those are good traits to have in this field.”

“She reminds me of yourself.”

Miguel wasn’t surprised in the slightest, because it was an undeniable fact.

“Hopefully, she won’t make the same mistakes I did.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll make some along the way,” she shrugged casually. “And she’ll learn from them, as you did.”

Miguel kept his gaze fixed on you and felt a strange need arise in him.

To look after you.

He took the last bite and savoured it in silence, as Jessica eyed him curiously.

“She really is a sweet girl,” she ended up saying lovingly. “She asked me what your comfort food was.”

Sweet girl.

He let the name replay in his head, and determined he liked the sound of it. It was fitting.

“Go on. Say it.”

Miguel arched an eyebrow at this. “Say what?”

Jess threw him a smug look. “That I was right for recruiting her. That you were wrong.”

In truth, Miguel hated having to admit to his mistakes, and it wasn’t even related to his ego or inability to take criticism.

As he had come to learn the hard way, his mistakes would usually lead to catastrophic consequences.

But when it came to you, he had no problem admitting he had been in the wrong. You had proved to be quite capable of handling a multitude of tasks.

… and now you were starting to grow on him.

“Yes. You were right, Jessica,” he mumbled, his eyes fixed on you. “She really is… something.”

She patted his back a few times. “Are you turning into a softie, Miguel?”

He scowled. “No.”

“Go ahead and thank her, then,” she said with a smile.

Miguel didn’t like being told what to do. He had every intention of letting you know he was grateful for your efforts.

But it had to be in his own way.

He parted ways with Jess and mad his way to you.

“Hey.”

You turned in your chair, bearing that kind smile he had grown so accustomed to. “Hi! You’re awake.”

“Cearly,” he grumbled with a shrug.

“Did you like the empanadas?”

He nodded. “They tasted amazing. Thank you.”

Like home.

“Great!” you beamed, your smile never wavering. “You looked really adorable while sleeping. Sorry for not waking you up.”

Adorable…?

He felt a lump form in his throat. Your energy was contagious, and he considered embracing it.

But he didn’t want to cave in…

He was a stubborn man by nature.

But he also didn’t want you to think he was too cold and distant like many in Nueva York thought.

“I want to show you something,” he said, tapping on his watch.

You waited expectantly and the screen in front of your flickered momentarily before a video started playing.

File: Gabriella.006

He didn’t even bother staring at the screen. He already knew by heart its content, and he didn’t want to revist the pain today.

No.

His eyes were fixed on you, instead.

He knew Lyla had already mentioned the event that led to him deciding to protect the multiverse.

He knew you knew of Gabriella.

Of what he had done.

Your smile dropped as the video went on, even though the sound of giggles and splashing water echoed around you.

“I’m not showing you this for you to feel bad for me.”

You shook your head, parting your eyes from the screen. “That didn’t even cross my mind.”

He paused the video.

“Right.”

Your eyes held kindness and your voice became softer. “I know why you’re showing this to me.”

He highly doubted it, but he waited for you to go on.

“We take care of each other here,” you began, twirling your chair to fully face bim. “And that means being open to showing vulnerabilities.”

He remained silent, digesting your words.

“Am I wrong?”

Partially, but he wouldn’t tell you that. The justification he had settled for in his head didn’t come close to your own.

And his heart skipped a beat.

He grown used to it happening whenever around you, but this time it felt more alarming.

More urgent.

“Miguel?”

You were eyeing him with concern, your hand reaching out to touch his arm.

He snapped out of his thoughts, and took a step back. “Send me the files you were working on yesterday. I need to check the coding.”

You gave him a nod, and he saw understanding soften your expression. He had expected you to press him on for an answer, but he was grateful you hadn’t.

“Oh, and… thank you, again. For… you know…” he drawled out as he ran a hand through his hair.

“You got it, Miguel,” you said, smiling sweetly.

Sweet girl.

His sweet girl.

It took Miguel one week to start dreaming about you.

At first, it would be a conglomerate of nonsensical blobs with your face or voice here and there. But as days went by, some began to take shape.

Your shape.

Nowadays, it would be your face and voice that would keep him company after tiring missions.

He had gotten quite fond of it.

Until things took a turn.

And he would wake up with a throbbing ache in between his legs, begging for relief.

That was when he knew he was letting his admiration for you get the best of him.

As he rose from his bed and walked to the tall window in his bedroom, he saw the sun lighting up the horizon line, bathing Nueva York in rays of orange and yellow.

He had built all of this in the hopes of a better future.

But now he started longing for one that had you in it somehow.

As a fellow spider.

A fellow scientist.

A friend, even.

He squinted as his sensitive eyes became increasingly sore from the intense light, so he moved to his bedside table and grabbed the peace of paper you had left him days ago.

Your handwriting mirrored your personality: graceful and captivating.

Maybe he should have tossed it away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

Walking into his living room, he booted up the screens on the wall.

There was this crescendo inside him that urged him to look for you.

He tapped through various sections of the lan, but he found you near the refrigeration area, tapping on your chin with a pencil, as you glared at the screens in front of you.

He wanted to call you.

To hear your voice first thing in the morning.

To commend you for being up so early already and committing to your duties.

Suddenly, he saw your lips turn into a soft knowing smile, and he knew you must have figured something out.

Of course you had.

Your perception and tenacity were unmatched.

As much as he wanted to talk to you, he decided against it.

In his mind, he was too undeserving of anything more than a friendship with you.

He convinced himself that he was not good enough, and that he was meant to watch you from afar.

You were just like a flame. Too close and it burns. Too far away and it freezes.

He grazed his thumb across the screen, close to you.

His sweet, sweet girl.

It would be better off this way. Not for him, of course. He was already in too deep. But it would be better for you.

You deserved better.

But he still craved you.

Miguel recognised the feeling that was started to seep into his heart and mind. He had almost forgotten how suffocating that felt.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from your face.

He couldn’t tear his heart from your hold.

The level of despair was unmistakable and he knew exactly what this feeling was.

Frustration.

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#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099

[utahimeow]

even death will not do us part — satoru gojo

summary — your wedding day with satoru gojo is not exactly conventional.

pairing — satoru gojo x f!reader

warnings — slightly suggestive beginning, pure fluff, established relationship

word count — 3.9k

author’s note — for satoru’s birthday ♡ i put my heart and soul and blood and sweat and tears into this and i hope u can tell. it may be the best writing i’ve ever done, so if u read it, thank u and i love u. also it’s like extremely sappy so pls keep that in mind lol

After a seemingly endless night, tendrils of golden sunlight come crawling through the blinds. They dance over your flesh that’s dotted with soft bites from your lover, and warm it like soft kisses until your eyes peel open.

Satoru’s already awake, ocean eyes gazing at you. A wave of memories of how he touched you so ardently the night before comes washing over you. After it, a wave of heat, his lustful poetry echoing in your mind until it pools between your thighs. Finally, the heat subsides into something warm, a gentle glow which settles within your ribs.

“Good morning,” your lover rasps, voice heavy with sleep. 

You reach out to him until your hand finds his face, your fingers grazing over soft pink skin, your thumb tracing the ridge of his cheekbone. He’s slightly puffy, eyes still ever so slightly droopy, but slumber is not the only thing that simmers in them.

“Good morning,” you reply, your words hoarse yet covered in honey.

For a while, neither one of you says anything, instead basking in one another. Satoru drinks in the sight of you laying next to him, gulps and gulps and gulps it down like it’s red wine, until he’s drunk. 

“Marry me,” he says. Time stops moving and your heart stops beating momentarily. Your mouth tries to move, tries to give a response, but every word you’ve ever learned suddenly abandons your memory. 

He laughs, so obnoxiously beautiful, but within his eyes that carry a millennium of history there is only pure sincerity.

It shouldn’t surprise you this much—his question—not when Satoru had long since carved a space inside your heart, and you in his. You’d been together so long that sometimes you both forgot you weren’t married, and Satoru had a habit of casually stating things like “when I make you my wife”, because it was undisputed that he would marry you.

Still, somehow you didn’t see it coming, and not like this. Satoru Gojo was a man of grandeur–always dramatic, always making a scene, always showing off in some shape or form, whether it was you or his cursed technique. The last place you would expect him to propose was in bed at ten a.m. after a night where he made you see God himself. Although, the more you think about it, this is where he is home. Where he bears the deepest parts of his being to you and where he may shed the weight of a society that idolises him as a god. Where he can ask you to marry him as just Satoru.

“Don’t go shy on me,” he says, still amused by your disbelief. 

“I-yes. Yes, I’ll marry you,” you say, sobbing out a laugh, launching yourself into his embrace and burying your face into his bare chest. 

“What if we did it today?” he asks, his voice reverberating through you until it almost puts you back to sleep.

“Did what?” you ask.

“Got married.”

Your head shoots up, your eyes flitting rapidly over each of his nonchalant features. Once more, you don’t find a single hint that he’s kidding. “You’re insane.”

“You love me for it,” he says, his face like a mischievous cat’s. “And I can’t spend another minute without you being my wife, so please, elope with me.”

Unlike Satoru, you were never exactly one for grand gestures. He knew you never had dreams of a big fairytale wedding with hundreds of guests or a giant hall, and it’s precisely one of the reasons why he’s asking this of you.

“The higher-ups are going to be pissed,” you say, leaning in close to his face until there’s hardly a hair’s width between your noses. 

“That’s the point,” he tells you. “Is that another yes, then?”

You stare into the depths of his irises, the ones that are swimming with adoration, the ones that have never changed how they stare at you, even after all these years. Not that you had any doubts before, but suddenly you’ve never wanted anything more. The feeling settles into your bloodstream, to your bones, to the very core of your being–certainty.

“Yes, Satoru, I’ll elope with you,” you say, and then your lips are on his. There’s a million words in the way he kisses you, ones that he would never be able to speak even if he tried, so he kisses you and kisses you in hopes that you’ll understand them. He kisses you like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. It is.

You part, sorrowfully, heads spinning, but then you remember you have things to do. 

“I need to start getting ready,” you say, and you already know exactly what his response will be–a groan, a whine, and him begging you to stay in his arms for a little while longer. 

He does just that. 

“Satoruuu,” you say, mimicking the way he whines your name. “The sooner I get ready the sooner we’ll be married. Isn’t that what you want?”

He pouts for the sake of pouting, then his arms loosen around your waist and you leave him with a peck upon his lips before tossing yourself out of bed. 

You spend the next hour and something at your vanity, having never imagined that your wedding day would leave you doing your own hair and makeup.

After Satoru brings you a cup of coffee and plants a chaste kiss to your temple, he heads to the bathroom to shower, leaving you to finish getting yourself ready. When he returns twenty minutes later, he finds you standing in your walk-in closet in only your bra and underwear, looking terribly focused. You don’t need to be a mind-reader to know he wants to tell you to go as you are—he refrains, however. It’s a miracle that he’s able to.

“You should wear that white dress you have. The one with the sleeves,” he suggests, flapping his arms and immediately you know which one he’s talking about. A plain white minidress with flared mesh sleeves and sweetheart neckline that you wore to a fancy dinner once. You fish it out, and Satoru approaches you as you step into it and pull it up your hips. Wordlessly, he zips the back up, holding his breath as he does. 

“I don’t think you’re supposed to see me yet,” you quip, giggling when you turn to face him. 

“Baby, there’s nothing conventional about how we’re getting married,” he grins, giving your ass a tap as you walk past him to pick out your jewellery. 

Of course, he insists on putting your necklace on for you too, a dainty Tiffany chain with a diamond sun pendant that he gifted you for your birthday years back because he liked to call you his sun. Again, the feather-light brush of his fingers over your skin sends bolts of lightning shooting to your fingertips. It’s reminiscent of the way he made you feel a decade ago, before he had even kissed you for the first time, when his cheesy, cat-like smile would send your heart racing and heat rushing to your face. When butterflies would erupt in your belly and you felt like you were floating. For some reason you found it hard to believe that feelings like that would persist, but it is in Satoru’s blood to prove you wrong, and he did, and he does still.

You decide on a pair of glimmering white Jimmy Choo heels, but before you can even think to put them on, Satoru is on his knees, softly grasping each leg of yours so he can slip the shoes on and carefully tighten the straps one by one. It’s something that never fails to make you giddy–to make you question if you’re even worthy of this man (you know you are, after all he’d spent the last few years doing everything in his power to prove to you that he’s the lucky one between you). Still, you think it’s perfectly valid to wonder what you’ve done to deserve someone like this.

Satoru stands then, a perpetual smile upon his glossy pink lips. He’s in a pair of pressed black slacks that hug his thick, toned legs, and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top buttons left open (because you always tell him you like how good he looks) and nothing to cover his eyes. You’re the only person he’ll be looking at today, after all. He’d die before letting anything obscure his view of you.

He takes your hand and raises it into the air and twirls you around, his eyes drinking in every detail of you, inhaling your sweet, angelic scent, and now it’s his turn to wonder how he managed to get so lucky, as if it doesn’t occupy his mind from the very second he wakes up to the moment he falls asleep. 

He’s still unlearning the idea that he’s alone because it was all that he ever knew from the day that he was born. He’s always had friends and caretakers and people who admired him and who depended on him and who worshipped him, but he was always there at the top, the closest thing to a god that a human could be—by himself. No one could possibly understand him enough to be by his side, not really. Then one day you came along and you slithered your way into the cracks and crevices of his very being and refused to budge, and you showed him that he’s not alone, that there are people who he can trust and depend on and people who he can love. 

He never lets go of your hand, pulling you close to his chest and grinning down at you. His eyes gleam with a mischief that’s all too familiar, one that’s got you instantly suspicious.

“Please don’t hate me,” he says but it’s without any real concern. 

You have an inkling as to what he’s planning, but you don’t even get the chance to open your mouth to question him because one moment you’re standing in the foyer of your home and the next you’re outside of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building. 

He predicts the way you smack his chest and whine out a mildly irritated “Satoru!”–it only makes him grin harder, because he knows how much you hate when he teleports you without warning, but right now he just can’t wait another moment (and neither can you) so you don’t have it in you to be genuinely displeased.

As he makes his way to the entrance, you tug on his arm suddenly to stop him after a certain realisation hits you. 

“Satoru, don’t we need a witness?” you ask. 

His eyes narrow in thought and he looks around, cartoon-like, before his face fills with resolution and he’s strolling away from the building with you in tow. 

“Excuse me,” he exclaims, and you follow his gaze to where an older couple are walking by, hands intertwined. They turn to him inquisitively, so he continues. “My gorgeous fiancée here and I are about to be wed. All of our friends were too busy today, so we don’t have any witnesses. Would you spare a moment of time for a young, smitten couple?”

You roll your eyes, but the grin smirk your lips betrays you. “We’re sincerely sorry for interrupting your day. What my insufferable fiancé here means to say is we would appreciate it greatly if you would be our witnesses.”

The couple take a glance at one another, silently communicating before they face you and Satoru once more, nodding their heads.

“It’s our day off, we were just going to walk around the city anyway,” the lady explains, her pale, weathered lips stretching into a gentle smile.

Thus, you waltz into the city hall altogether, and only now does it begin to settle in that you’re about to marry Satoru Gojo. The morning had gone by so quickly– you’d only been awake less than four hours, and during that time you never once stopped to let any of it sink in.

Now, it sinks in. All the way to your core, to the fibres and cells that make up your being. Inside your ribs your heart is swollen, filled to the brim with scarlet red until it overflows and paints everything around it, until every part of you, every seam that holds you together has been altered, touched by something that Satoru gifted you on the first day you met him.

Your lover seems to move in slow motion. Your breath is caught in your throat. It’s a dream, you’re sure of it. Then Satoru squeezes your hand, ever perceptive of your thoughts, and reminds you that it’s not. 

After gathering a pile of documents, a man in a suit takes you to a room that’s a smaller version of a court and begins to lay out the papers, simultaneously explaining each one’s purpose and indicating what you and Satoru must fill out. You provide him with your own documents–birth certificates and proof of residence, and then the two strangers who had offered themselves to you as witnesses give their signatures. 

Your officiant makes his speech in a professional language, far from the flowery words given by priests or family friends in churches or venues adorned with flowers and ribbons along every wall.

Lack of preparation means your vows are a repetition of a script written decades ago: you take Satoru to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.

During Satoru’s turn, he hesitates. His eyes shine with a strange epiphany as he stares down at you. 

“...From this day forward, until the end of time. Even death will not do us part.”

There are no words in any language, dead or alive, that are adequate enough to describe the elation you experience. There is no concept, idea, or theory that would truly reveal the way that you are consumed by love for him. It runs through your bloodstream, intrinsic to your very being. 

The officiant announces that you and Satoru are husband and wife. Now you are one flesh and bone. He leans forward, kisses you, and it’s a promise of eternal devotion.

Outside of the city hall, where time no longer stands still but you still feel as though you are not inside of your body, your husband Satoru Gojo bows to the man and woman who made your marriage possible. 

Satoru Gojo does not bow. And while it is easy to attribute it to some god complex, to the product of his upbringing, as many do, those to whom Satoru has shown his soul know that it is rebellion. It is the denial of a convention he refuses to assimilate with, one he does not believe in, one which begs children to be grateful to those who have sown them as though they had the choice to be sown.

When Satoru Gojo does bow, it is not without good reason. Most often it is only when he owes someone his life—so he bows to the two strangers, whose signatures on a piece of paper mean that he is eternally yours.

Beside him, you bow too.

“Thank you,” Satoru says, then both of you straighten up to find the couple smiling before you. There is kindness etched into every line on their face, a fondness simmering in their eyes. Their arms are linked, and all of a sudden you’re looking in a mirror.

“Congratulations on your marriage,” the woman says. “I’m certain you will flourish together.”

“You know, young people are always getting into relationships, but seeing true love like what you have with one another… It’s a rare thing nowadays. Please cherish that,” the man says.

“We’ll be forever grateful for you,” you say. “Thank you.”

The four of you part, but the couple, whose names you do not know, now lives in a part of your mind that can never be erased.

The first thing Satoru does as your husband, as you walk down the streets of Tokyo with your hands laced together, is suddenly disappear into a flower shop as you pass by it, before emerging once more and handing you a bouquet of crimson carnations and white roses with a cheshire cat smile on his face.

“Your wedding bouquet,” he says.

“Oh, Satoru, they’re beautiful,” you muse, allowing your nose to absorb their earthy scent. “Thank you.”

You tug him by the hand that’s woven with yours, pulling him down to plant a kiss upon his cheek.

The next stop is a jewellery store, and you yelp as Satoru pulls you inside with him this time. 

“Pick whatever ring you like, baby,” he tells you as you stand before the glass case where thousands of crystals glimmer back at you, splayed out on a bed of white. “Just to wear until you pick your actual one.”

Blood warms your face. It’s not meant to be a brag. Even if he didn’t have generations of wealth in his bank account, he’d buy you as many rings as you wanted until you found the perfect one. For you, he would find a way.

Your eyes wander over every diamond, over gold and silver and platinum, and it’s not long at all before they all start to look the same. Not wanting to spend your entire wedding day inside a jewellery store, you land on a simple diamond-studded silver band and point it out to Satoru.

“That one?” he asks. 

You nod, a satisfied smile making your lips curl.

Satoru flags down the jeweller, a thin woman with shiny skin, requesting the ring you want. She tells him each of the five diamonds weighs 0.2 carats, making the ring a total of one carat, as if it’ll make a difference to either of you. He doesn’t ask her for the price, but she tells him it’s 550,000 yen—practically theft for someone from the Gojo clan. 

After picking out a matching plain silver band for himself, you and Satoru leave the store and continue strolling through the city. To everyone else, you look like no more than an enamoured couple like the millions of others in Tokyo, and while a part of Satoru feels like he wants to wander up to random strangers to brag to them that you’re his wife, another part cherishes this little secret between you two.

From the day he was born, Satoru Gojo’s wedding was to be a grand affair. Sorcerers from far and wide would gather to witness the expansion of the Gojo clan. It was to be a several day-long event, planned intricately by the higher ups without room for any say from the bride and groom. Satoru did not want that—not for himself, but especially not for you.

Now he laughs as he imagines the higher ups’ faces when they realise he has not only married but eloped behind their backs. Though he thinks he’ll keep his left hand in his pocket the next few times he pays them a visit, at least for a few weeks.

“What?” you ask. His grin spreads from his face to yours.

“Nothing. Are you hungry?” 

“Ugh, yes,” you say. Suddenly your empty stomach becomes even emptier, howling agonisingly loudly.

“Sushi Go?” 

“Please.” 

The nearest one is ten minutes away. When you get there, you sit in a booth next to the conveyor belt, with Satoru insisting on shoving himself into the seat next to you rather than across from you. As soon as his heat radiates into you, however, you feel like melting into him.

After ordering almost the entire menu despite your scolding, Satoru finds the ring boxes and pulls them out of the ribbon-tied bag from the jeweller. He takes your left hand, gently, as though you’re made of glass, and slides the glittering ring onto your fourth finger. He brings it to his lips, then his velvety lips kiss just above where the ring rests.

“Beautiful,” he says. He’s looking at your eyes, not the ring.

You twist it around your finger, lungs empty as it catches every ray of light that comes its way and tosses it back at your eyes. 

“It’s a little big, but I love it.”

“I’ll get you the perfect one, don’t worry,” he says. “To make up for no engagement ring.”

“You make me sound so materialistic,” you quip, taking his hand into yours and slipping the matching silver band onto his bony finger.

“Just spoiled,” he corrects.

You narrow your eyes at him, but it turns into hearts not a moment later. He makes it impossible.

“I love you, Satoru Gojo,” you say, holding up your hands as you lace your fingers together with his.

“I love you,” he says, and the smug, cocky front vanishes, and he bares himself, his true self, to you. “More than anything in this world. I’m gonna prove it to you every single day from now on.”

Your giggle is drenched in fondness. “You already do that.”

“Then I’ll do it even better. This is a promise of that,” he says, thumb stroking over the ring he put on your finger.

His eyes don’t hold an ounce of hesitation, of questioning, of doubt. Only truth.

Your food arrives, and you wish you could say you feel bad about how overtly gross you and Satoru are being, feeding sushi rolls to each other with twinkling eyes, but everything inside you is screaming with euphoria that you can’t bring yourself to care. 

You wipe a drop of soy sauce from the corner of his lips, and he stares at you like you put the sun and the stars and the moon in the sky.

Not to your surprise, you and Satoru don’t finish all of the food he ordered. One of the waiters offers to box up the leftovers, then returns with two paper bags and hands them to your husband, whose unoccupied hand takes yours once more.

He decides he wants to take you to the park. He’s not sure why. It just feels right, and all you want is to spend time with him, so you tell him the park sounds perfect. It’s only another fifteen minute walk, anyway.

When you get there, the emerald lawns are teeming with families, couples, friends. Children run as if they can fly, dogs chase after tennis balls like it is their life mission. Satoru whisks you away from it all however, taking you into the trees.

Nestled amongst the Japanese chinquapin and zelkovas, a cherry blossom spreads its branches out like arms, its blossoms like pink fingertips that flutter as the wind swims through them. Satoru sinks into the cushion of grass at the base of the tree, leaning his broad back against the trunk. Like a cat, you find your way into his lap and rest your head upon his chest, next to his heart. The way his arms wrap around you is instinct.

Sparrows and finches flit about the branches, dancing as they move from one tree to another. Two turtle doves perch together, huddling into the other even though the air is warm.

Even if you and Satoru do not stay bound together in this life, if death takes you or him early, one thing you know for certain—you’ll find him again in another life. Right now, however, you have him in this life, and nothing else matters.

dedicated to @ushiwhacka and @tetsuskei <3 i love u both

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo fanfic #gojo imagine #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru imagine #jjk x reader #jjk imagine #jjk fanfic #jjk x you #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — gojo

[suugarbabe]

heyy! you're one of my fav angst writers so I was wondering if you could write a mattheo riddle x reader fic where Mattheo enjoys making reader jealous so reader goes out if her way to make mattheo jealous which ends in confessions and perhaps a smutty ending/ fluffy ending? Whatever you see fit! Thank youuuu~

(1) thank you sooo much, if I could I would just write all day long, I'm so glad you like what I put out there

(2) I loooove a jealous Teo 😊; here you go love x

warnings: angst, mentions of drinking, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 1.9k

18+ MDNI!! be aware of the content you consume, do not read if you are a minor.

“You know if you glare any harder, you might bore a hole through the man,” Pansy’s comment did nothing to stray your eyes away from the scene in front of you. “Yeah, well he deserves it, he’s doing this shit on purpose. It’s like he gets off on making me jealous.” You watched as Mattheo continued to shamelessly flirt with the Hufflepuff girl seated next to him. She was a giggling mess at basically anything he was saying, “He’s not that funny, she’s being obnoxious.” Pansy snorted at your comment, simply shaking her head. It was when Mattheo tucked a loose strand behind her ear that you felt like your brain was short-circuiting. Pansy saw the look on your face, then followed your eyes to Mattheo and the girl, “Oh he’s in for it now isn’t he.” You let out a huff of frustration, closing your textbook and leaving the classroom. 

In your dorm room you were getting ready for the party your house was throwing tonight. Typically you dressed a little more relaxed for parties your house hosts because it’s more homey to you, but tonight you were going full on vixen. You opted for a black mini dress, skin tight and hugging all the right places. You paired it with emerald green heels, a gold necklace adorned with an emerald stone and a gold snake bracelet. You allowed Pansy to do your hair and makeup, making your eyes pop and leaving your hair down your back in bouncing waves, just like you knew your boyfriend liked. 

However, he was barely going to touch you tonight. Not until you allowed him to anyway. This morning he fucked around, tonight he was going to find out. When you and Pansy entered the party it was in full swing. You spotted your group of boys in the back corner, and Merlin if Mattheo didn’t look amazing. But you took a deep breath, centering yourself. No matter how good he looked, you had to stick to your plan. Pansy bounced over to Draco, throwing her arms around him and greeting him with a big kiss to his cheek. It was obvious the boys had been drinking for a while before you both got there simply by the reaction Draco had, which was a big smile and giggle. 

You walked to the group a little slower. When you approached them, Mattheo’s eyes grew wide. You could see him looking you up and down and you did your best to appear unbothered by this. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, you just hummed in return. He met your eyes, “Something wrong, princess?” You put on a big smile, “No, Teo, nothing is wrong. Why did you do something you shouldn’t have?” He raised an eyebrow at you questioningly, “Erm, no..?” Your mouth fell to a tight line, how could he be so oblivious, or was he still playing the game from earlier? You decided it was your turn now, and glanced around your circle of friends for the perfect accomplice. 

Besides your boyfriend, Enzo was your favorite boy in the group. He was always so cheerful, smile plastered on his face regardless of the situation. He was a cute guy, always having his own gaggle of girls following him around, but he never really entertained it. He always seemed more interested in quidditch or parties. When he saw you looking at him his smile grew wider, “Y/n, you look, wow.” You giggled, “Thank you, Enzo, that’s very kind.” If possible his smile grew wider as he took another sip of his drink. Mattheo went to place his hand on your waist possessively, but you pushed him off, instead walking up to Enzo, “You wanna dance with me, Enzo?” Enzo’s eyes flicked to Mattheo but you grabbed hold of Enzo’s jaw, pulling him down to face you, “Please, Enzie, you know Teo never dances with me and I wanna have fun tonight.” You put on your best pout, looking up through your lashes. 

You saw his shoulders slack, indicating that you had convinced him. You bounced on your toes, clapping your hands together. You knew the hem on your dress was riding up as you did so, and you could feel Mattheo’s eyes boring a hole in your back. You grabbed Enzo’s hand that wasn’t holding his drink and dragged him to the middle of the dance floor, ignoring any protests you heard from Mattheo as you passed. He looked over at Pansy, eyebrows nearly to the ceiling. Pansy held her hands up in defense, “Maybe if you’re lonely you can ask that Hufflepuff girl to dance?” Mattheo’s lips slowly turned into a smirk, realizing now the game you were playing at. 

Once near the middle of the dance floor, you turned your back to Enzo, swaying your hips and grinding against him. He free hand held firm to your waist as you snaked an arm up and around his neck. He let your bodies move against each other before enlightening you, “I know what you’re doing, y/n/n.” You turn to face him, wrapping your hands behind his neck, still dancing with your body pressed to his, “You mean just dancing with one of my best guy friends?” Enzo rolled his eyes, “I know you’re using me as a ploy to make Mattheo jealous. Don’t worry though…” He leaned in closer, whispering against your ear, “He’s been a dick on the quidditch pitch all week so I’ll play along. We can give him a little show if you want.” You nodded your head quickly, then Enzo went straight to work. 

As the next song came on Enzo grabbed hold of your waist, fingers dancing just above the curve of your ass. As the beat of the song got stronger, Enzo slotted his leg between yours, guiding you to essentially grind on his thigh. The song was barely a minute in before you felt another arm wrap around your waist and lift you away from your dancing partner. You didn’t even panic, you knew who it was and the way he talked to Enzo had warmth rushing to the pit of your stomach, “I don’t know what the fuck game you’re playing at Lorezno but it’s over.” Enzo held his hands up, “Listen, mate, she asked me to dance. Who am I to tell her no?” Mattheo grumbled some form of ‘fuck you’ back to him as he carried you to the edge of the dance floor and towards the stairs leading up to the dorms. 

“Exactly where are we going? I’m not done dancing, nor drinking. There’s like the whole night left to party,” You were struggling against Matteo’s grip now, which only tightened with your fighting. “Oh, you’re done with the party, princess. You wanted to act like a little slut with my friend, well now I’m going to treat you like a slut.” You gasped as he threw you down on his bed, “Excuse me, sir, but Enzo is my friend too. And I wasn’t acting like a slut…we were just dancing.” Mattheo rolled his eyes, pushing you back on to the bed and crawling over you. He dipped his head in the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin making you gasp, “You don’t dance like that with my friends.” 

He nipped and sucked at the skin of your neck, “O-our friend.” You barely got the words out, Mattheo’s hands trailing down your sides and playing with the hem of your dress. “Do you want our friend to be here right now because if you’d rather he help you out,” Mattheo dragged his middle finger up your clothed center, “I’m sure he’d kill to feel how wet he got you.” You tried to buck your hips towards him, tried to gain any friction possible, “N-not for him, all for you T-Teo.” He hummed, trailing his lips up your neck and along your jaw, “F’me, hmm? But you’ve barely been by me all night.” He was toying with you now, thumb drawing circles over your bundle of nerves, not nearly applying the pressure you needed. You shook your head, “Only was thinking of you, wanted, ah, wanted to make you jealous.” 

Mattheo hooks his fingers around the band of your panties, dragging them down agonizingly slow. You tug at the sides of your dress, allowing it to bunch up around your waist, “You wanting me to do something, love?” Mattheo looks up at you, eyes dancing with deviance. You tangle your fingers in his hair, “Need you, Teo.” He growled lowly at the wine in your tone, “What do you need from me, princess? Use your words.” You tugged at his curls, “Mouth, need your mouth on me.” He toys with you now, laying on his stomach, smoothing his palms up your legs, squeezing the flesh of your thighs before placing a kiss to each one, “Here?” 

You buck your hips toward him, causing him to flatten a palm against your hip, keeping you still. Without warning he flattens his tongue, licking a stripe up your center. You let out a choked gasp, head falling back against the pillow, “Oh, there? Is that what you want, princess?” You open your mouth to respond when he does it again, this time pressing his thumb down on your clit as he does so. “Loss for words now, hmm? But you were talking such a big game earlier.” You want to glare at him, to tell him to fuck off but the way his mouth feels on you is pure bliss.

Your nails scratch on his scalp and the growl he releases sends vibrations straight to your core. He grips your thighs tighter, surely causing bruises but in the moment you can’t get yourself to care. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking hard as he plunges three fingers knuckle deep into you. Your back arches off the bed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Teo, don’t stop, please.” 

You can feel the smirk on his face as he works his fingers just slightly faster, the knot in the pit of your stomach becoming tighter with each curl, each lick, each twist. Your hips roll against in face, grip tightening in his hair until you’re practically using him, riding his tongue and chasing your high and the feeling gets tighter and tighter and then the rubber band snaps, your mouth drops open and a chorus of praises mixed with his name leave your mouth. And he lets your ride it out on his tongue, on his fingers, but even when you begin to settle he doesn’t stop. He pushes against the sensitive nerves and you feel like you’re going to black out from the pleasure as he demands a second release from you before you can even stop it, not that you would even want to at this point. As you catch your breath you chance a look down at him between your thighs, catch him rub a thumb across his lips, gathering your arousal and sucking it off. You smile at him and he just grins at you, a lovestruck look on his face, “If this is my punishment I’m gonna have to make you jealous more often.” You were teasing, but slightly serious. Mattheo crawls over you, face hovering just above yours now, “Oh darling, I’m just getting started.”

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle one shot #mattheo riddle angst #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x you

[ravencincaide]

Disobedient soulmate 

Summary:  Why comply with executives' demands if you were anyway going to die anyway At least you were not going to go down easy and quiet like all those other scared rabbits. No, you were not going to make this easy on him, especially if Chuuya was your soulmate.

Pairing: Fem reader x Chuuya Nakahara 

Part 2 of: Not My Soulmate: This is a continuation of ‘Not My Soulmate’ au. You can read this as a standalone as well, I think? 

Warnings: Cursing, abduction, humour,  Anyways hope you get as much a laugh from this as I did!   ~ Enjoy

Your mama always told you two rules; one, if you like a man then never hit him where the sun doesn’t shine. And two, if you do hit a man in the forbidden place then never ever stick around long enough for him to recover.  You had just broken both rules. “ Put me down” You screamed as loudly as you could- your only real power against stuffing, suffocating red that turned your body heavy and imobile on the executives shoulder. Indeed no matter how much you tried to move it, to trash and kick the ginger, you were no better than a sack of potatoes.

Although that did not make you powerless; after all you could still be an annoyance. A loud obnoxious annoyance right in his ear. If you were lucky, then it would be sufficient to make the ginger reconsider his very real actions of abducting you, “ I said put me the fuck down you- you–you under developed carrot!” “ Oj is that the best fuckin insult you got, girl? You curse like a toddler” Chuuya’s voice dripped in sarcasm seemingly unbothered by your insulting screeches. You didn’t need to look at his face to know he had rolled his eyes at you. You heard him take a deep drag of the cigarette between his lips, breathe the smoke out and away from your face, before he broke the silence again “ And you hit like one too” You gaped, your mouth opened and closed like a fish. You were unsure which part was more insulting; his words, his comparison, or the cocky grin which played on the edge of his lips. The way he walked without missing a step, smoked without a bother while he carried your body draped over one of his shoulders as though you weighed nothing. What was up with that anyway? You broke out of your trail of thoughts, your expression darkened as his hand tightened on your lower back a little bit more, purposefully doing the very opposite of your demands. Jerk. “ Set me down this instant and I’ll give you a goddamned repeat of earlier. Wanna see you call me a toddler when you’re doubled over in pain you insolent little– hey!” You yelped loudly as Chuuya suddenly took a harsh right and kicked open the door to a run down- almost abandoned looking motel in the middle of the industrial district of Yokohama. Around you were industries and workshops; factors and metal smiths. Still somehow he found some form of living arrangements amidst all those almost-identical looking metal and stone constructions. 

Then with one fluid motion Chuuya tossed you onto the only piece of furniture in the forsaken, dirty place; the bed. Your body made painful contact with the worn down thing, bringing up a huge cloud of dust in the process. In an instant you sat up, completely forgetting about being able to move again and your earlier threats. “ What the hell is your issue and who the fuck do you think you are?!” “ Shut up for a second” His tone had changed completely. Like night and day, from flirty and sarcastic to this serious almost murderous thing. Chuuya’s blue orbs, which were surrounded by the menacing red were narrowed, his tone of voice dead serious as he addressed you. The way he looked at you, the way he acted, it instilled fear in you. It seemed he was done with your bullshit and in that moment you understood why he was a mafia executive. Port mafia executive no other. “ If you wanna live then pipe the fuck down, stay put and don’ open the goddamn door for anyone, hear me?” You blinked then gasped as he took a step towards you in warning. “ Did you hear me?” Chuuya repeated each word slowly, threateningly. Until all you could do was slowly nod your affirmation. “ Good. I’ll be back soon mm‘yeah” he then turned on his heel and walked backwards towards the door. He paused in the doorway, hand on the flimsy piece of half broken wood that was intended to keep you inside this tiny dusty space one would barely call ‘a motel room’. Chuuya threw another warning look over his shoulder “ Oj don even think about running away yeah- I’ll fuckin know if you try anything- and there’ll be a punishment if you do. So be a good thing and just fuckin stay ‘ere.” Then he shut the door, plunging you into unfamiliar darkness. You sat still for a moment, stared at the dust, dirt and grime that surrounded you. Felt each heavy breath, felt the age-old filth enter your body with each inhale. You imagine it settled in your lungs with a shudder. You bit your lip, desperate to take as few breaths as possible as you listened for his movements outside. At first silence, but then you heard his footsteps retreating further and further away in the same direction from which you two had come from. Almost impatiently, you waited until they were gone. Waited until you were certain he would be out of sight. In the meantime, you listened for any other sounds around you. But none seemed threatening. You heard rats scurry somewhere beneath the floorboards, swore you saw a roach scutter inches from your shoe. And just like that you were up and running out of the front door. Consequences be damned along with his threats; no you intended to outrun him. And what better way to survive than to escape from right under an executives nose. - when safe alert the authorities.

The news warning rang through your mind, guided you. It told you exactly what it was you needed to do. First, you needed to find a phone. 

Author note: Since a precious someone has gone wayyy out of their way to make this a good and special birthday for me, the least I could do was stop teasing and actually publish this little thing. Hope you enjoy it! Like this? Check out Part 1 here, or see Raven's masterlist for more stuff to read!

#raven's special #raven cincade's works #Raven's drabbles #Raven's short fics #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya x fem!reader #chuuya soul mate #bsd soulmate au #bsd au #bsd humour #not my soulmate

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Rebel Yell -D.R.W

Author's Note: I am so happy to finally be able to put this out, this story took me ages but I am so very proud of it. Am I projecting here? Maybe. But hey, I too am living for the single life.

Synopsis: A shitty party gets turned around after a playful game of spin the bottle.

Word Count: 8.5k (you asked for it!)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS NEED NOT INTERACT. Alcohol, mild violence, foul language, rough sex, choking, spanking, slight domination, oral, fingering, raw doggin’ (wrap it before you tap the hottest guy at the party.) Smut but make it Danny with eyeliner. 

Pairing: Tattoo!Danny x Female Reader

Have you ever even been to a party where you had a genuinely good time? One without awkward conversations with people you hardly know, one that matches the high expectations for a night that only happens in movies, or one where you have a few drinks and don't feel like vomiting all over the friend's car that drives you home? Well, this is worse than any party you've been to so far. Mainly because you're fucking ex and his friends are here. 

You pound the rest of your drink from the plastic red solo cup of Malibu and coke, who fucking made that anyway? It'll have to do until you can get a baker's dozen of shots poured for you to even think about being in the same room as him. The music is loud and obnoxious and the tile of the kitchen is sticking to the bottom of your Docs, but, at least you're in the clear. Looking around for a familiar face you find one of your girl friends you came here with, Summer. She's walking with your other friend who looks like she's had way too much to drink and is making a b-line to the bathroom. You do not envy them in the least, you would go and help but the anxiety building inside of your chest needs to be dampened with more liquor. 

Pouring yourself a more than hefty amount of tequila in your cup, you slam the whole double (most likely double and a half) shot down. You cringe and squeeze your eyes closed as you take a breath. You groan as the alcohol burns down your throat when you meet eyes with a guy across the room, some very tall drink of water with long dark curly hair, you saw him earlier in the backyard puffing on a joint with some long haired hippie wannabe looking friend with a stoner laugh to match.

You hold his gaze a moment in the crowded room, you think you saw smudged eyeliner on him earlier and had to keep yourself from nearly falling instantly head over heels for the bad boy in the black leather jacket and Church of Rock N Roll muscle tank. The combat boots and ripped black jeans with the chain hanging off his belt wasn't helping your cause either. He sends a small nod your way along with a subtle yet confident smirk that lights you on fire. You can't help but smile back, you can feel your heart race in your chest as you look away, keeping your cool as best as you can. You've been told before that people can read your mind based on the faces you make, subtlety not being your best quality. 

At least you have positive qualities, unlike your ex, Ryan. You had been dating for about two years, your longest relationship to date and your first real boyfriend. It started out great, he was super sweet and funny, gentle and interesting. But he got distant, so distant in fact that he would almost never reply to your messages or calls until it was too late and you started seeing each other less and less. It wasn't until you were out with friends to dinner one night when you saw him there with another girl. Long story short, they had been talking for a while and hooked up a few times, poor girl had no idea you even existed. So yeah, the lying dick head was here and grinding on every girl in sight. 

Being single again after so long has been feeling so foreign to you, almost like you were doing something you shouldn't, forgetting you have no loyalties to anyone anymore. So fuck it. Tonight, you were gonna have fun and flirt your ass off. Why shouldn't you?! It's been almost seven months since your messy breakup with Ryan, might as well have some fucking fun for the first time in a while. And hey, if you end up having some stupid one night stand, who cares? You're owed at least one good orgasm that's not by your own hand. 

The music is thumping through the house and you've had enough to really feel the music and let your body talk for you. You make your way over to the makeshift dance floor and sway to beat. Closing your eyes and just allowing yourself to let go of the anxieties you were holding on to. You meet eyes again with that curly haired guy again through the crowded floor, damn he's good looking. He takes a sip of his drink, eyes not tearing away from you as you sway your hips up against some girl behind you. She laughs and begins dancing with you, she spins you around and you get lost in the song, your eyes only flitting away to the guy leaning up against the wall who keeps meeting your eyes, his conversation with the three other guys he's with be damned. 

The crowd moves to the kitchen as someone brings up the idea of playing spin the bottle. It seems like the whole party has decided to gather in the kitchen, to play or just spectate around the round dining room table. You stand at the table and your stomach drops into your shoes when your ex is almost directly across from you. You move to leave when the hot guy you've been eyeing all night stands right beside you. 

"Hey." The tall drink of water says accompanied with a smile that makes you mirror his expression. "Hi." You reply almost shyly, he's quite intimidating to be honest, maybe it's the bone structure or his clothes but something about his warm brown eyes that makes you feel safe to talk to. "Big fan of spin the bottle?" He asks. "I've never played." You answer, fiddling with your rings, your eyes take in his appearance now that he's right in front of you, his smudged eyeliner making your heart skip a beat, fuck he's hot. 

"The rules aren't very difficult, I'm sure you'll be a natural at it." He teases, a smile pulling at your lips as he gets a chuckle out of you. "Well, if anything, I think it's a great way to make friends." You counter flirtatiously that makes the man smirk. "I'm Danny, by the way." He says introducing himself, finally giving a name to the gorgeous face, you extend your own introduction when all of a sudden a voice rings out, "Alright, fuckers listen up!" A guy begins to shout, holding up an empty beer bottle. "I don't care if you're gay, straight or anything in between! A spin is a spin! So either play or don't." The guy finishes before spinning the bottle, starting the game. You exchange a look to Danny who keeps his ground, ready to play, come what may.

The bottle spins several times with no real wild kisses exchanged. You're nervous for when it will land on you. The empty Dos Equis bottle is spun and the girl on the other side of you gets a kiss, prompting your turn to spin. You take a deep breath before and your bottle is spinning rapidly, you're practically sweating as the bottle begins to slow, coming to a stop on the long haired stoner guy Danny was talking to earlier. He's cute, tall, tan, with a sweet disposition, why not? The crowd around the table "oohs" as the stoner walks over to you. 

He gives you a small but gentle kiss, his hand on your cheek, he tastes like tequila and weed, he smells like cologne and his lips are a little dry, probably cottonmouth. The kiss doesn't last long but the excitement from the kiss makes you buzz with confidence. The guy gives you a wink before walking silently back to his side of the table. You take your place back next to Danny, he whispers in your ear, "I see you've met Sam." He jokes, "Well Sam's a pretty decent kisser." You smile back, Danny gives you a chuckle before he looks back at the game unraveling ahead. 

The bottle spins and spins for a few turns, you and Danny quip back and forth, passing the time and flirting a bit as the game rolls on. Danny even gets landed on by a friend of his, some shorter long haired guy who joined him by the wall near the living room dance floor. It's short but kinda cute to see two guys kiss without making a big deal about it, but instead joking about, "Who hasn't kissed their friends before?!" The friend laughs before going back to his spot, saying something in a very drunk and very fake accent. 

The bottle takes a few more spins, you watch uncomfortably as your ex kisses some red headed girl for a little too long and gets a little too handsy, only egging on the crowd. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and standing awkwardly. Danny gives you a look, tearing his eyes away from the scene ahead. "Will these two just get a room already?" He whispers to you. You can't help but show an uneasy expression, Danny must sense your discomfort because he asks you very gently, "Hey, you okay?" You nod quickly in silence, offering no reply. You look over at him, almost ashamed, "That's my ex." You say with a bitter taste left on your tongue. "Oh. Well he seems like a real stand up guy." Danny comments with a sneer, watching as Ryan practically sticks his entire tongue in the girl's mouth. It's like a train wreck, it's awful but you can't look away. A red solo cup is held in front of your face, "Here. You need it more than I do." He hands you the rest of his drink. From the smell of it, coke and fireball, which you happily sink the rest down, you sigh with a slight cringe as the drink slides down your throat. Danny brings his hand to your back comfortingly, "Good girl." He praises. That phrase shouldn't affect you the way it does but holy hell do you feel like a whole new woman. The pair finally disconnects and the game continues on. 

Your friend Summer appears behind you tapping your shoulder. "Oh there you are! Danny! This is my friend Summer!" You can already hear the semi drunkenness in your voice as you're introducing her to Danny. He smiles charmingly, "Hi, it's good to meet you." He introduces himself, "Oh, hi." She smiles, but you notice she's got her purse and your other drunk friend in tow. 

"We're leaving, Mari is a mess and I'm tired. Are you coming?" She asks, her keys jingling in her hand. They are your ride, but your night just got interesting. Fucking carpooling. You look back at the table and roll your eyes as you come to the realization that the party for you is probably over. "I mean, um, I guess-" "If you want, I can take you?" Danny interrupts, "If you don't wanna go, I can drive you later if you like?" His offer hangs in the air for a moment as you look at your friend, speaking practically telepathically with the other if that all sounds okay to the other. "Yeah. That would be great actually. Only if you don't mind, I don't wanna put you out-" "It's really no big deal." Danny assures you with a smile. Your friend shrugs, "Alright then. Just text me when you get home, okay?" Summer smiles at you knowingly. You widen your eyes at her turning your head so Danny doesn't see your obvious smile as she walks away. 

"You really don't have to do all that for me, I can take an uber or something later." "It's really no bother. Besides, I'd hate for you to miss out on having a good time. I think you deserve it, especially since that asshole gets to, I think it's only fair that you do too." Danny smirks as he motions to Ryan. You smile, your heart thumping in your chest with excitement at the idea of Danny driving you home. 

The game continues on and the guy next to Danny gets a kiss from some girl and it's Danny's turn to spin. You make accidental eye contact with your ex who just chugged the rest of his drink while his buddies laugh about something. It makes you practically freeze in an almost anxious fear until you hear the spinning glass begin to slow on the wooden table. The last rotations make its way around until the end of the bottle is pointed at you. 

You take a moment to even realize it's pointing at you, you look up at Danny, he wears a face of 'I'm down if you are.' A small smile pulls at your lips, this was exactly what you were hoping for when you joined the game. You step forward shyly, Danny brings a hand gently to your chin, "Let's give 'em a show, huh?" He rasps against your lips, only quiet enough for you to hear. You nod before bringing your own hands to his chest, letting him take you to his lips. His lips slot gently against your own, you move in time with his lips. His hands venture down to your waist, pulling you close to his body, he's so tall it makes you feel like swooning here in his arms. The crowd hoops and hollers loudly as you let him slip his tongue in your mouth, your nails come to his back, clawing into the back of his leather jacket. He smirks against your lips, his hands wander down toward your ass, but stays respectfully on your lower back. You bite his bottom lip, grinning as you meet his eyes again, they're darker than before and you want nothing more than to keep kissing him. 

You almost completely tuned out the woo’s of the party goers around you until now. You smirk at Danny, knowing damn well you put on a good show, and knowing even more that he's a great fucking kisser. 

"Fuckin' slut." A scoff sounds across the room. You turn your head fast to the voice the comment came from. Ryan rolls his eyes as he toys with his empty red cup. Before you can say a word, Danny stands up straight, "What the fuck did you just say?" He asks, his voice is deep, completely sincere in his question and it commands the room in a way that makes Ryan look in his direction. He scoffs again, the crowd hums with whispered excitement, "Just funny is all, a little desperate I think." Ryan says. "It's just part of the game, dude." Danny laughs. “Danny, really, it’s fine.” You say quietly, you gain his attention and he looks upset. “No, I think he’s a fuckin’ asshole.” Danny says to Ryan and the rest of the party. Ryan steps closer, his gaggle of idiot friends behind him making their way through to the side of the table by you and Danny. Sam comes up silently behind you and Danny, getting ready to jump in if the situation calls for it. 

“I just think maybe she and I broke up too soon, especially because she was never that freaky with me.” Ryan smirks at you, his friends laugh at his statement. Danny bows out his chest and looks down at Ryan who is only a few inches from meeting Danny’s eyeline. “Maybe you should learn to shut your mouth before it really gets you in trouble.” Danny threatens, his jaw is clenched as he stares Ryan down. “I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m talking to her.” Ryan says as he tries to walk past Danny and toward you, you take a step back, Sam places a hand on your shoulder to help guide you away from your ex while Danny puts an arm out, keeping you out of Ryan's reach. “I have nothing left to say to you.” You say, anger and anxiety adding a tremble to your voice. “We don’t have to talk, baby, what I have in mind doesn't require much talking.” He quips, your stomach churning at his words. “That’s enough.” Danny says firmly, putting a hand on Ryan’s chest, keeping him in his place. 

“Get your fuckin’ hands off of me.” Ryan shouts as he pushes Danny but he hardly even moves. “Then leave her alone.” Danny’s voice is deep and threateningly quieter as he steps even closer to Ryan. He smirks over Danny’s shoulder to you, "Oh come on sweetheart, just one last kiss, huh?" Ryan shouts at you. Danny shoves Ryan backward, he falls back into his friends. Ryan’s face twists into a furious scowl as he lunges towards Danny with his fist, but he’s too fast. Danny dodges the hit and swings, punching Ryan right in the nose. It spews blood as Ryan falls flat on his back onto the sticky kitchen floor, his hand comes to his face and his friends are too frozen in shock to do or say anything. A harang of people gasping and shouting and cheering echoes through the kitchen and it feels like time stands still until Ryan shouts, “You broke my nose?! You broke my goddamn nose!” 

“Then get the fuck outta here before I break your fucking legs!” Danny bellows at Ryan, his stance is intimidating and large as he leans over Ryan. Scrambling to his feet, Ryan stumbles as he gets up and to his buddies and begins heading for the front door. “Have fun with my left overs, asshole!” Ryan shouts over his shoulder. “You son of a bitch!” Danny shouts as he lunges forward, making a run for Ryan but Sam’s long arms grab a hold of his friend’s large frame first before he can even make it out of the kitchen, allowing Ryan and his posse of douchebags to run out the door. 

“Hey man, chill out okay. Just let it go.” Sam says, calming Danny down before letting go of him. Danny turns to look at you, his intense glare of anger in his eyes softening as they settle on you before him. “Are you okay?” His voice is soft as his hands hold your arms gently, bending a bit to speak to you. 

You blink rapidly as you try not to let the tears in your eyes fall. “Yeah, I’m uh, I just need some air.” Your voice cracks before you turn and walk out the back door to the backyard, letting the cool breeze of the night wind calm the heat of your embarrassed face. You look up and stare at the crescent moon in the sky, taking in a deep, yet shaky, breath and you can’t help but feel absolutely mortified by the scene that just transpired. 

Fuck Ryan. 

Fuck parties. 

Fuck this. 

“Hey.” A voice says gently, almost nervously behind you. You turn to find Danny coming out towards you. You turn back around and quickly wipe your eyes as you keep your arms crossed and your eyes trained up at the sky, dark clouds moving over the night sky and through the light of the moon. "I'm really sorry about all of that." Danny's voice is soft as he comes to your side. The thumping music from the party inside only makes you feel like curling up into a ball, never to be seen again. "It's fine. He's uh, yeah, he's not nice." Your voice is like a whisper, trying not to let it break as you hold back the tears that threaten to pull you down with them. "No, no he's not. I'm sorry." Danny apologizes again. "No I should be sorry, I feel like that was all my fault in there." You say, shaking your head. Danny's hand comes to your back, prompting you to look at him, "None of that was your fault-" "I should've just left when Summer said so. I knew he was here, him and his fucking friends. I hate that you got dragged into any of that. You don’t even fucking know me!" You say with a bewildered laugh as a tear rolls down your cheek. Your words hang in the cool autumn air for a moment before Danny speaks. "I think I know you enough to know that you're a really great kisser." He says with a smile, knowing that would make you forget about the whole Ryan thing, if only for just a second. You chuckle as you dry your eyes, "Oh my God, how could I forget." You smile at him, you can see his features perk up as you finally meet his eyes. "Besides, Ryan just seems like the kind of guy who deserves a punch in the face." He smirks pridefully as he thinks back to replay the look of shock on Ryan's face when he hit the floor. 

"It was kinda cathartic to watch the hottest guy at the party deck my ex in the nose." You smile playfully, turning to take in all of Danny's gorgeous face. He smiles charmingly, "Well, I'm just glad I got to kiss the hottest girl at the party." He muses before giving you a look that only makes you want to kiss him again, and again and again. You move to step forward but let your eyes wander to the house, a handful of prying eyes from the fight in the kitchen looking intently at you and Danny's conversation, only reminding you of how you wish you could be somewhere more private. 

"If the offer still stands, do you mind taking me home? I think I've had about enough of this party." You ask, crossing your arms to warm yourself from the evening breeze that seems to blow right through you. A smile pulls at Danny's lips, "Yeah I think I'm ready to go too, I'd say we made quite the impression though." He jokes before turning to leave, you walk along with him and head to his car. 

Your hands run up and down your arms, trying to preserve whatever heat you can keep from escaping your thin long sleeve shirt. Before you even really notice, Danny pulls his large leather jacket off and places it over your own shoulders. "There." He simply says. You smile to yourself before turning to him as you both walk, the whole thing feels like it swallows you up, the sleeves so long your hands aren't even poking through. "Fits you better than me." He jests with an endearingly sweet look, his smile is contagious and you can feel your cold cheeks warming from the blush on your face. You bury your burning face into the collar of his coat, relishing in the mix of musk and cologne of the well loved jacket. 

The ride to your place isn't too long, the conversation is easy and soon you're pulling up to your apartment. The silence in the car is heavy as you think of what to say next. "So-" "Do you wanna come inside?" You beat Danny to the punch, interrupting him. He meets your eyes with a look of subtle surprise, "I'd love to." He says, his voice low and soft in the confines of the car in a way that makes the butterflies in your chest explode. 

You show Danny up to your apartment, you close the door and take off his jacket, "Thanks for letting me wear your coat." You say before handing it to him, "What kind of man would I be if I let you freeze to death in the cold?" He jokes before taking it from you, hanging it on your coat rack as you both take off your shoes. You laugh before walking off to the living room, sitting on the couch, Danny follows suit and sits beside you. You both smile fondly and comfortably at each other, unsure of what step comes next. A familiar anxious feeling in your stomach begins to stir, one that could be described as really overactive butterflies when in such close and intimate proximity with a hot guy alone with you in your apartment. 

You cut through the silence with a scoff. "For the record, I just wanna say, you're a much better kisser than Ryan." You smirk, Danny chuckles, "I'm sure Ryan lacked in several departments." He smiles to himself, crossing his arms in pride. You stare up at the ceiling and huff a sigh. "Ugh, you have no idea." You wish you could say you had been in more of a slut era than you really were since your breakup, but honestly, it's been dry as hell. "That bad?" He cringes, bracing himself. "He was fine, just, I don't know, kinda… boring?" You reply, shrugging as you try and gently explain how your sex life for the last two years was less than satisfying.

"How bad was it?" Danny asks, you search the ceiling for a moment, Danny stirs next to you, sitting up straight, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry-" "No no it's fine! He just, uh, he just wasn't very um, creative?" You explain vaguely. Danny chuckles, "Creative?" He repeats with a smile, "Just that it was very vanilla I guess? He never really wanted to try anything new or different." "Sounds like he was pretty selfish." Danny extrapolates. "Oh absolutely. If it didn't end with him cumming first, he wasn't super interested." You explain irritatedly. 

"He's an asshole." Danny snarks, you just chuckle a knowing laugh. "Most times I had to use my vibrator later when I got home." You cringe with a chuckle as you recount the many nights you spent with a toy between your legs. "What would you think of?" Danny asks softly, "Oh." You pause a moment in anxiety at the idea of having to speak your innermost fantasies to this gorgeous man before you. 

Here.

Alone.

On your couch. 

You could feel the blush creeping in on your cheeks. "I uh, I liked to think about… ya know, getting tossed around, someone being rough with me." You confess, unable to meet Danny's eyes as you mess with the rings on your fingers. "Mmm, I see now. He was too soft? Too boring?" Danny speaks with a smirk that lights you on fire. "Y-Yeah, I uh, I'd bring up the idea but, he never really did anything new, maybe he thought it was weird?" You shift in your seat, ready to hear the judgment in Danny's voice. To hear the same put off tone like Ryan had. Instead, he places his hand on your knee, you turn to finally look at him. 

"I don't think it's weird at all. I like being rough." Danny smiles, you can feel the wave of relief washing over you. "Yeah?" You ask. "Mhm, to take control, to have a pretty little thing under me, letting me touch her all over, kiss her wherever, grab her however I want. Hear how good she feels." His voice feels like silk as he speaks, warming you all over. You can't think of a single thing that isn't a kin to 'fuck me', so you stay silent. You look over Danny's lips, he smirks at you as he moves closer. 

"Tell me what you've been dreaming of, angel, because I know I am a much better listener than that prick ever was." Danny grins, you can't help the hitch in your throat at the nickname. "Lots of things." You whisper. Danny smiles, his hand runs up your knee to your thigh, his large hand radiates warmth through your jeans to your skin beneath, fuck his hands are big. 

He leans in close, his cologne flooding your senses, his breath fanning gently over your lips as he brings his other hand to your chin, his eyes holding yours. "Did he never pull you onto his lap? Spank you over his knee? Squeeze his hand around your throat a little?" Danny asks, his finger under your chin holds you gently, your face is flushed as he tilts his head awaiting your answer. "Never." You whisper, your eyes practically begging his lips to yours, instead he runs his hand against your cheek, his thumb softly moves along your cheekbone. "Would you like that? If I did?" Danny asks softly, a rasp in his words sends a delicious chill down your neck. You nod embarrassingly quickly but it makes Danny chuckle at your eagerness. "Words, angel." He smiles. 

"Yes, I'd like that very much." You say, a slight shake in your voice, you almost don't even sound like yourself, you're so desperate. "Good. Because I think you deserve a good fuck." Danny pulls you in, a soft kiss at first, softer than the one at the party but it doesn't stay sweet. 

Your hands come to his face, to his hair, wanting to touch him where you've been dying to. Your kiss becomes more desperate, his tongue enters your mouth, your hands tug at his hair, he groans at the pull, smirking as he breaks the kiss, “Oh angel, that’s my job.” He teases before kissing you again, his hands on the small of your back brings you closer to him, bringing you on to his lap, he captures your bottom lip between his teeth making you moan. He pulls away, allowing you to grind down to feel his already hardening cock in his pants, you whimper out a pathetic sound at just the feeling of him near you. 

“You sure?” Danny asks, breaking the bad boy persona a moment as he reads your face, “Take me to my bedroom.” You sigh as you roll your hips against his. Danny sighs at the feeling of your movements before he huffs a small laugh, “Where is your bedroom?” He asks, you laugh, “Down the hall to the left.” You smile. With no hesitation, Danny stands from the couch, you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to your room, his hands holding you close to him as he makes his way down the hall. 

Your room is warmly lit, a gentle glow from your fairy lights and salt lamp you left on, Danny sets you down on your bed before looking around the room, “Cute.” He simply states, making you roll your eyes. 

You go to take your top off, “Wait.” Danny interrupts, you stop your hands, dropping the material of your sweater. “Come here.” He says, you smile in response as you make your way over to him, clambering off the bed and standing in front of him. Danny brings his hands to the hem of your sweater, pulling the material over your head and off to be discarded to the floor. “Pretty girl.” He smiles, a rasp to his voice makes you blush as you stand before him in your bra. He undoes the button of your jeans, pulling them down your legs until you stand before him in just your underwear. 

You stand before him, his eyes scanning your half naked figure, he gives you a ‘come hither’ motion with his finger, you walk up to him, your doe eyes looking up at him as his hands come to rest warmly on your sides. “So pretty.” He whispers, his voice bringing goosebumps to your skin. His hand trails down to your panties, his fingers running over the already dampened material. You sigh at the touch, “Mmm, already so wet for me. Aren’t you such a good girl?” Danny praises, his lips right against your ear as he speaks, your heart nearly jumps out of your rib cage at his words. “Just for you.” You breathe, Danny smiles, kissing your neck.

He pulls away, his hands come to his own shirt, pulling his church of rock ‘n roll tank top off, tossing it alongside your own discarded clothes. You watch astounded at the beauty of his body, the dark ink of the tattoos you never saw are revealed as he peels the tight black jeans from his body, leaving him clad only in a tight pair of black briefs, the outline of his dick takes your breath away. 

Danny pulls you to him in a gentle kiss, he pulls away after a moment, taking you by the hand and leading you to the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed, he pulls you on to his leg, you sigh at the contact. “Wanna watch you ride my thigh, show me how bad you want it.” He says, his hands on your hips, pulling you down onto his muscular thigh, making you whine. 

You roll your hips down against him, a moan rolls out of your throat as you grind down, you place your hands on his shoulders as you move, his hands come down to your ass, dull nails digging into the softness of your muscle. “That feel good, angel?” Danny asks teasingly, you offer a hum as you chase the feeling building up in your lower stomach, “Tell me baby, tell me how you feel.” He smirks, his grip tightening and pulling you to rock against him harder and faster, “Ah, fuck, so good.” You whine. “Yeah?” Danny asks, his hand coming down hard on your ass, you yelp out in shock, the stinging a delicious blend of pain and a euphoric sensation that only makes you wetter. “How good?” He asks, looking at the way your eyes have widened and the way your mouth hangs open, his hands gripping tightly, “So fucking good, oh god.” You cry out.

Danny brings his hand behind your back, unclipping your bra and pulling you closer to him, his lips latching around one of your nipples. You moan as you rock back and forth on his thigh, his teeth grazing your nipple, his other hand gripping the small of your back, encouraging you to move. The wetness in your panties and the friction on your clit against Danny's muscular thigh, feels like nothing you've ever felt before. He pulls away from your chest, his hands pull you to him as he flips you onto the bed and lies you on your back, manhandling you and laying between your legs. He kisses you hard before sitting back on his heels, a shining wet spot on his thigh tattoo catches your eye, making you blush. “You need it bad, huh, baby?” He teases, grinning at the wetness on his thigh. 

"God yes." You sigh. He looks so dreamy under the lights like this, like an angel with his curly hair catching the warm lighting from the salt lamp. The golden hue makes his skin look so soft and warm and you cannot wait to feel him. "Then let me give it to you." He smirks, his hands come down to your panties, he gives you one last look for permission that you immediately grant him before pulling them down.

You can’t stop the instinct of closing your legs out of shyness as Danny tosses your panties to the side, Danny laughs a moment at your coyness. “Oh, baby, don't act shy now. Spread your legs for me, sweet girl, show me what a good girl you are.” Danny’s voice makes you sigh, no one has ever talked this way to you before, you keep your eyes on him as you slowly open your legs. Danny’s eyes travel down to your glistening core and subtly palms himself over his briefs, only making you wetter at the sight. “Fuck angel, you are dripping.” His voice laced in seduction as his hands come to your thighs, spreading you wider. 

“So fucking gorgeous, all laid out for me. I want a taste.” His proposition makes your eyes widen. “Fuck yes please. I haven’t…” Your voice trails off making Danny look at you with an air of confusion, “Haven’t what?” Danny’s voice in that perfect mocking tone that makes your brain hazy. You can’t help but blush and look away before answering him. 

“I um, I’ve never really cum from… oral before.” You confess. Danny almost looks pained by your statement. “Never?” he asks as his hands softly wander up and down your thighs. “My ex didn’t do that much.” You say nervously, Danny brings his hand closer to your core making your breath hitch, he leans in close to you, his face inches away from your own, eyes boring into yours. “With a pussy as perfect as yours, I don’t see how he wasn’t between your legs all hours of the day.” Danny whispers as his hand slowly glides down to your center, you sigh as his fingers bring your wetness up and around your clit, making you moan. Danny smiles as he watches your expression change as his fingers roll slow wide circles over your clit, your mouth hanging open. 

“Let me take care of you, pretty girl.” He says softly before kissing your neck, down your chest, your stomach, kissing his way down all the while his fingers play with your clit. Danny lays down on the bed, he watches as his fingers make a mess of you. “If it ever becomes too much, just say Metallica, that’s the safeword.” He explains, you simply nod. “No angel, I need to hear it. Be a good girl and repeat it so I know you understand.” “M-Metallica, yes, I-I understand.” You stammer out, “Good girl.” Danny grins before kissing your inner thigh, heading closer until he removes his hand from your clit. You take a deep shaky breath as Danny’s breath warms over your folds, his warm tongue licking languidly up to your clit. You sigh a moan as he takes his time, licking slowly along the sensitive bud, your hands clawing at the duvet beneath you. 

Danny’s mouth moves faster, lapping up at your soaking wet pussy. He moans against your core, making your back arch, “Fuck, Danny.” You moan, Danny brings his hands to wrap tightly at your thighs, gripping you to him, holding you in place as he eats your pussy. The delicious sounds of Danny’s mouth makes you whimper at the beautiful lewdness of it all. “So fucking sweet,” it was muffled but you just barely registered it from Danny, like it was never even meant for you to hear but you did and fuck that was hot. “Oh fuck, holy fuck.” You cry out, your eyes rolling back in your head as you clutch tighter at the balled up comforter beneath your writhing body.

Watching as Danny’s mouth works over you, the way his large hands hold you open for him and the way his nose nudges against your clit as he tongue fucks your weeping pussy has you moaning and your legs shaking uncontrollably. The prideful smirk you catch on Danny’s features makes your breathing more uneven than before, because he is so fucking good at this and the way you’re moaning is making him want you to cum even more. “Oh god Danny. Fuck, I’m gonna-oh fuck I’m cumming, oh fuck.” You moan out as Danny latches his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves that has you clawing onto anything that can hold you as your orgasm takes root in you. Your hands come to Danny’s hair as your hips attempt to buck, but the firm grip he has on your thighs, move to your hips, pinning you down as his tongue fucks you hard and fast into the most intense orgasm of your life.

Danny’s name and a string of other expletives fill the air until you’re hit with a wave of pleasure so hard you can’t make a sound. Your body goes rigid, your grip in Danny’s curls is tight and rough, only making him groan against your core which feels like it's sparking like a live wire. Then something inside of you snaps and you can breathe again, uneven and labored breaths as you try to make sense of the bliss you just felt from this man you’ve only know for a matter of hours could make you feel like this, a million times better than a guy you were dating for two years could have ever dreamed.

His tongue slows to a stop as you come down from your climax, “H-Holy shit.” You huff out, you're in awe and just staring at your ceiling. If that’s what he can do with just his mouth, then you have to know what else he can do. 

You sit up and look at him with a look of insatiable lust. He smirks as he sits up and wipes the shine of wetness from his lips and chin with the back of his hand. “Oh angel, you look like you need more.” He teases as he sits up on his knees, the very prominent outline in his briefs pulls your attention away. “Please.” Is all you’re able to say. “I saw you sizing me up earlier, baby. I know you’re not as innocent as your boy toy thought you were.” Danny grins as he moves closer to you, his hand resting on the thigh of your spread legs. He moves to take his briefs off, you’re practically drooling as he pulls them off. His cock springs up and slaps against his stomach, “Fuck.” You whisper, a thought that wasn’t meant to come out. 

Danny moves closer to you, his fingers coming to your core, you almost jump from the enhanced sensation from between your legs. His fingers dip inside you a moment, you sigh out, your breath making Danny’s curls sway against his face from your proximity. “Show me what a good girl you are.” He whispers before pulling his fingers away and bringing them up to your lips. “Taste how sweet you are.” His voice sends chills across your body. Your eyes don’t leave his as you present your open mouth to him, sucking on his slender fingers. You hum against them, tasting your own arousal from his fingers. You open your mouth again, allowing him to pull away, but he doesn’t. 

His fingers rest on your tongue, “Such a good girl.” Danny whispers, he experimentally pushes his fingers back in your mouth, further back. You don’t dare break eye contact as he slowly runs his fingers in and out of your mouth. “Pretty little slut.” He smirks as you gag around his fingers, your eyes water, but you don’t retreat. “Suck.” He commands. You do as you're told and suck on his middle and index fingers, he sighs at the feeling. You release them with a ‘pop’, Danny smiles as he watches your face when he brings his fingers back down to your pussy, teasing your clit before pressing back inside of you.

You can’t help the moan that rolls out of your throat at the feeling of him filling you up. “Mmm, you are so tight.” Danny rasps, he moves closer to you, prompting you to lay back, his fingers slowly pushing in and out of you. He envelops you into a kiss as he makes work of you. You moan against his lips, grinding down on his fingers, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of him grazing your g-spot. “I know baby, I know.” He teases you as he continues finger fucking you, his pace speeding up a tad. His hardened cock lays against your thigh, you whimper as his fingers move faster. “You need it so bad, huh, baby?” Danny’s voice sends a chill over you, “Mhm.” You can’t even speak it feels so good, playing your body like he’s done it so many times before, so intune with you for absolutely no reason, it makes your head spin. 

“I wanna hear you say it.” He says, your eyes look at him, almost shyly. “Yeah, I wanna hear you say it. Hear that innocent little voice of yours ask for what you want me to do to you.” He smiles devilishly, the sound of your wetness all over his fingers fills the room, making you want him even more. You move to speak, but his fingers curl up inside of you making you moan, “Oh fuck,” You whisper to yourself, trying to get yourself under control. “I-I want you.” You say, Danny just chuckles, “Oh sweet girl, you’re gonna have to ask a lot prettier than that.” He teases, he adds his thumb to the mix, rolling over your clit as he finger fucks you. 

“Mmm, fuck. I-I want you to fuck me.” 

“Not even a please?” 

“P-Please, Danny. Please, I wanna feel it. N-Need to feel it, fuck me.”

Danny thinks for a minute to himself, a smug smirk on his face, “Yeah, that’ll do.” He grins before kissing you, his fingers pulling away as he puts himself between your open legs. You hum against his kiss as you feel his hardened cock resting against your warm core, begging for more. You buck your hips against him, hoping and praying he'd understand how much you need it. He smiles against your lips, "Oh yeah? That bad, huh?" He teases. You open your mouth to protest but whimper as he slowly taps the head of his cock against your needy clit. You look at him with eyes of dismay, shocked how your body reacts with a jump with every touch like this. "Like that, baby?" Danny speaks in a way that makes you practically buzz with excitement. "So much." You whisper. 

Slowly he presses inside of you, both of you moaning at the stretch. It feels like a wave flowing through you, from your scalp down to your toes. All you need in this moment is him. "Fuuuck." Danny's voice waivers as his eyes close, "So fucking wet for me." "Fuck baby, just for you." Your voice breathy and small sounding as you rake your nails down his back, making Danny sigh in your ear. His hand comes down to your thigh, pulling it over his hip, gripping so tight you pray it leaves bruises, wanting some sort of proof that this pleasure wasn't some fleeting dream. 

The angle is so deep and you can't help the way he's making you sound. Your nails gripping into his back and pulling him closer to you. It's all so fuckin perfect, you've never felt this good, so all consumed by desire and a euphoric pleasure that takes you under like the wave of tsunami. His breath cascades over your cheek and you can't help the way you wish you were the only oxygen in his lungs. "Fuck, Danny." You moan out as he speeds up his pace, the head of his cock grazing against your g-spot in a way that has your legs spread even wider for him. "So good angel, so fuckin good." He practically growls as he moves faster. 

A moan rips through you and you're clawing at the sheets beneath you, your hands detach from the linen and take root in Danny's curly hair. He groans at the pull, the way your nails scrape through his scalp. You're so close to the edge, the way he's pounding inside of you and the way the bedframe slams against the wall of your bedroom makes your eyes roll back in ecstasy. 

Your eyes slam open as the presence of a large hand presses against your throat just right. "Look at me baby. Want you to look at me when I make you cum." Danny's voice is so raspy and commanding you can't help but say, "Yes, sir." It must have sparked something in Danny because the way his eyes glint in the golden light of your bedroom leads you to believe you must have stumbled upon something. His pace quickens and his hand on your throat closes tighter, your eyes roll back and a devilish smile pulls at your lips as you completely surrender yourself to Danny. 

The building pressure inside of you has you moaning against Danny's strong hand surrounding your throat, making only a weak and broken whimper come awkwardly tumbling from your mouth. Danny releases his grip on your throat and instead holds your wrists down to the bed as he fucks you. "Let me hear it baby. Come on, angel. Be a good girl and cum for me." He whispers, his own voice shakes as he's barely holding on to his own climax. Your moans are so loud and Danny's name falls so easily from your lips, crying out for more and for him. He watches intently in your eyes, feeling the way your pussy flutters around him, and the way you can barely keep yourself from moaning as you cum hard around him.

Your climax makes Danny practically collapse against you, letting go of your wrists and opting instead to hold you close to him, both of his arms encircling your waist, hands grasping to your back. His nose presses against your neck as he groans, your name like silk on his lips as his hips stutter and slam back inside of you, cumming so deep. 

The two of you lay this way for a moment, both panting and searching for something to say, but you're both practically fucked so stupid you can't form any notable shit to say. Your pussy flutters around him, both of you moan exhausted at the intense shock waves that course through you and to him. Slowly and gently Danny pulls out of you, you whine at the loss of him and the way you can feel his cum leaking out of you so deliciously. "Uh where's your bathroom?" He blushes as if he weren't just choking you and fucking you senseless. "Uh, yeah, uh right down there." You chuckle as you point to the door that leads to your en suite bathroom. He returns with a clean washcloth and helps clean you up, a thing your ex never once cared to do for you. Your heart swells at his tenderness with you. He returns to your bed, motioning you to come closer. 

You waste no time as you rest your head on his chest, looking at the tattoos that intricately swirl in dark ink over his body. His warm hands hold you close, your leg over his, soft fingertips run over his ribs. "That was…" You trail off, blushing as the words evade you. "Yeah, that was everything." Danny smiles, hands gently caressing your back. 

"I've never felt that good before." You confess. "Never?" Danny asks surprised, you shake your head. "I could've guessed, you really weren't lying." Danny smirks. "Can we, um, do this whole thing again sometime?" You ask looking nervously up at his big brown eyes. His eyes light up innocently, "I don't think I could make this a one time thing if I tried." He smiles, his arms subtly hold you tighter. 

"Wanna stay the night?" 

"Baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way."

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[nexysworld]

What about like a Sub-Yandere!Leon?!! Could you do a head cannon or prompt for that? I get traditionally he’s DOM in most of the stories I read but just picturing RE2 Yandere Leon being all subby, like topping from the bottom of that even makes sens??? ;-;;

Okay. Okay. Okay. Ok. I absolutely LOVE this thought. I'm a sucker for Subby RE2 Leon, yandere! even better. Bear with me I've never done one of those headcanon format things before so it might not be very good, but still wanted to try. Can't improve if you don't. Pairings: GN!Reader x Yandere!Leon Warnings: NSFW, Sub Dynamics, Smut, Obsessive/Needy Behavior

When it comes to smut by itself, I think it can be hard to discern Yandere! specific actions, but I definitely think if you crank those things up to 10 in obsessiveness, obnoxiousness, and frequency it can definitely be Yandere!. Here's some of the things that immediately come to mind to me: 🖤Can we say NEEEEEEDDDYY! Obviously he's obsessed with you, so your attention is all for him. "Baby, touch me please." Or "C'mon baby, please let me make you feel good. Wanna make you feel sooo good." Constantly, while he bashes those pretty blues at you, because what else could you be doing that's more important than giving him attention? He'd absolutely guilt-trip and gaslight you until you give in to playing with him, even if it results in some 'funishments' on his end and disruptions to things like your zoom meetings, phone calls, or going out of the house.

🖤 Brats it up for sure, testing those rules. Not supposed to touch himself? Ok. Catch him grinding against you, the couch, a pillow, using your panties, especially using your panties. He'd always make sure to be caught. Technically you didn't say he couldn't, but he knows that's pushing the rules, doesn't matter though since he's got your attention now. "Sorry baby, just missed you so much, couldn't help myself" or "Look how hard I am it hurts, need you."

🖤 Loves praise from you and only you, so he'll happily follow any commands if it means he has your focus. Want him between your legs? Done. Wanna sit on his face? Done. Slow down. Speed up. Done. Done. Edge him until he can't take it anymore? Sure - as long as you're focused on him and telling him how good he's being. If he thinks you're not giving him enough attention, catch him doing something like giving you an extra lick or suck here and there to overstim you back into noticing him. 🖤 Would absolutely make any toys that you use disappear because he's the only toy you need.

🖤 Simply obnoxious around other people, will do all he can to act out and annoy you into leaving with him so it can be just the two of you again. Things like putting your hand on his clothed erection under the dinner table while giving you the cutest pouty look, then whining just enough that you can tell people notice something is going on, but not enough to full on get their attention. Would absolutely bluff about getting worse though to embarrass you until you gave in. (This is if he hadn't found away to stop you from going out in the first place.) And if he's desperate enough, he might not be bluffing.

🖤 I don't think he'd like any kind of mean dom. He needs your undying love and affection so if you were mean to him it would absolutely crush him, or worse, he might think you prefer someone else and who ever that is might disappear - yikes. You could say he was "being bad" and that's why he can't cum yet. But if you said something like "wanna fuck me with that useless cock?" you'd get the saddest face ever. It's not useless, it's literally there for your pleasure!! 🥺

🖤 Not that any punishments really work, but ignoring him is the absolute worst. Ya know how they say if you ignore bad behavior it will stop? Not with Yandere! Leon, that's just begging for him to amp things up. All that tells him is he's not doing enough to get your attention and affections -- he is persistent, you won't win that battle.

🖤 Vocal as hell. You give him pleasure or guide him through touching himself, he's going to be making the best noises you've ever heard. He takes note of this though, if there's ones you react to or seem to like more he will absolutely amp those specific ones up or start with them off the bat to keep your attention. 🖤 LOVES being reminded that he's yours. Because duh of course he is!!! Only he's worthy of being yours!! You don't need anyone else silly, and he means anyone else.

🖤 Despite assuming the Sub! position he's likely still the one in control overall due to how good at manipulating he is - especially since he knows you so well. Not to mention his Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlbossing mantra outside of the bedroom.

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[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

Reader // Stim critic - 1 // Dr. Facilier

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A few words from author: Hello, guys!

So here I am with some new content for Disney villains after a really long time.

Today I don't have much to say, it's pointless anyways cuz I doubt anyone reads these.

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Type: Scenario

Scenario summary: Introduction to how Facilier decides to start rating your autistic stims as if he were a... well... stim critic

Settings: Can be read as both platonic and romantic, although there are some romantic vibes cuz c'mon it's Facilier,

Genre: Fluff, lighthearted

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Aside from typical Facilier stuff (like voodoo etc) there should be none!

Sidenote: Reader's gender is not specified, but if reader description leans more towards feminine sense then it's purely unintentional and I apologize!

Sidenote: This specific scenario will have more parts, so expect more of "Stim critic" to come!

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That's all,

Enjoy,

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Rambling like there's no tomorrow,

You stand in front of Facilier,

Your body moving on its own accord,

You don't take much notice of how you begin to sway,

But someone else does,

And he watches you with pure adoration before suddenly speaking,

"Five stars," Facilier says, making you stop in your rambles and swaying,

"What?" you say with your brows furrowing, confused,

And Facilier smiles slyly, his shadow matching that,

"That swaying thing you have going on, chérie/chéri," he address casually, making you realize you were, in fact, swaying the whole time you spoke,

"What about it?" you ask anxiously, worried your stimming left a bad taste in Facilier's mouth,

Just like it always is with your family, and well most people,

But the voodoo man surprises you greatly,

"I give it five stars, it's very endearing, very innocent looking," he tells you, making your eyes widen,

And as you look at Facilier, your brows furrow and you ask: "Did you just rate my stimming like a restaurant?",

And Facilier hums, smirking: "Mhm, that I just did, dear,",

That response makes you playfully roll your eyes before you shake your head and laugh,

"You're unbelievable, Faci," you say, shaking your head, unable to not smile at the silliness of your companion,

"What?" Facilier gasped, dramatically putting a hand on his chest and feigning a hurt expression,

"But ma chérie/mon chéri, I'm just stating what's true, you can't blame me for that, can you?" he told you, giving you the innocent act,

And his words and way of speaking make you playfully roll your eyes yet again,

"Okay, okay, stim critic," you chuckle, shaking your head at how funnily obnoxious he was being,

"while you're at it you might as well rate my other stims, no?" you suggest jokingly,

But that wasn't the best idea,

Because the suggestion has Facilier's face light up, but in the worst way possible,

That grin of his isn't a grin of an innocent child being invited to play,

It is the grin of the devil being set free,

"Why, I very much could do that, now couldn't I darlin'?" he draws out, and his shadow quite literally grows horns as both of them grin wider,

And only then you realized what your lighthearted invitation has just gotten you into,

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[maximoff-pan]

how about eddie giving steve shit for not telling the reader how he feels for her while they’re traipsing through the upside down???

traipsing through the upside down — oh my, I love that…

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warning(s): none really, unless you count the upside down as a warning...

quick a/n: this is a really short, unedited, and pretty messy little blurb that I’m posting because I haven’t posted anything in a little bit...but I’m not super happy with it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and expect better things (and by better, I mean, less jumbled and makes more sense) from me coming soon :)

“You’re staring Harrington,” Steve doesn’t need to see Eddie’s face to know that he’s grinning. The singing tone of his voice gives that all away. “Again.”

Amber orbs meet similar dark brown ones. “You wish.” Steve hits back, even though he knows it’s true. 

He was staring, he has been for the last several minutes. But it’s not like anyone here blames him. They all know how distracting you can be, how intoxicating you are to him. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Steve cannot help how often his gaze wanders to you. 

At this point, Eddie’s and Robin’s voices have become like static to him, barely registering in his mind. He’s failing to hear most of what they’re saying, picking up bits and pieces of their well directed jibes. And while Steve is more than aware that they’re talking about him, making fun of him even, your sweet voice is just too distracting for him to care about much of anything else. 

As he loses his focus again, Steve feels his posture slump. His feet ache as he carries his weight through the tumultuous terrain that is the upside down. For a moment, he’d forgotten where he was, forgotten just how much pain he was in. The throbbing feeling that rips through his back serves as a poignant reminder though, his body nearly collapsing at the anguish. 

If he’s being honest, Steve’s never felt pain like this before. It hurts to focus on anything other than you. Then again, you’ve always been easy to think about, thoughts of you never straying too far from the forefront of his mind.

That’s why he continuously finds his eyes drifting a few paces in front of him, where you and Nancy are talking in hushed whispers, smiles crinkling the sides of your eyes.

Steve can’t hear what you’re saying, but whatever it is, you’ve made Nancy laugh, loudly and genuinely. And while they may not have been the right fit for each other, if there’s anything Steve knows about Nancy, it’s that he’s always been able to tell when she’s faking her laughter. And this one is real, pure and raw.

But it’s not a surprise to him. For as long as he’s known you, you’ve had this innate ability to make people feel safe, make everyone around you comfortable in the moments when they should least find themselves feeling so. It’s honestly never failed to amaze him how you can find happiness in the darkest of moments. With everything going on around you, Vecna being at the forefront of the many terrifying traumas you’ve all had to deal with over the passed couple of years, somehow you’re still smiling.

And boy, is your smile mesmerizing...

Steve sighs to himself as his thoughts are broken by a high pitched and obnoxious hum from the teen beside him. It’s like this mix between a low groan and a squirrelly squeal, the hairs on the back of his neck raising at the sound.

“C’mon man,” Eddie’s whine drags ever so slowly that Steve thinks it might never end. And it feels like it, truly; it’s agonizingly querulous.

But then, like he’s read his mind, Eddie’s harping on again, and Steve almost wants to punt himself across the face, (let alone Eddie), to put himself out of this misery.

“I’m fucking dying over here,” Eddie continues, gesturing wildly to himself as his mop of crazed curls flies with him. He’s fed up with this game of will they, won’t they. “I wish you’d just open your eyes dumbass.”

And I wish you’d just shut the fuck up, Steve thinks but doesn’t say, because while (for the moment) Eddie is annoying the living shit out of him, Steve knows he means well. He knows he’s just poking fun, trying to distract everyone from the fate that currently awaits you all, but he can’t help but want to slap the Hell Fire club’s infamous leader.

God knows Eddie deserves it, but he bites his tongue.

Instead, Steve merely rolls his eyes in response, tone snarky. “They already are, idiot.” He echos.

Robin huffs from beside the two teens, her feet dragging with every step. “Steve, that’s not what he—”

Steve cuts her off with the flick of his hand. They’re testing his patience right now. “I know Robin,” the demobat bites on his chest and back are really starting to burn, the adrenaline wearing off. “I know that’s not what he meant.”

Trudging through the upside down, after nearly drowning and having been attacked by monstrous bats is not exactly where Steve imagined he’d be at the moment. Nor had any of you really.

But all of that, on top of being interrogated, and poked and prodded by Eddie fucking Munson about his feelings for you, all while facing life and death, that takes the cherry on the cake.

Normally, Steve wouldn’t bat an eye. He’s used to the teasing, very much accustomed to being told how blindly in love with you he is, and having each of his (and your) friends point that out to him. But right now, it hurts him to be reminded of it. Because he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get the chance to tell you.

And not just tell you on a whim because he thinks either of you won’t make it out of this. That wouldn’t be fair. He wants it to be right, wants to give you time to respond, to feel it through. Time, he’s not sure he has.

“If you’re not going to tell her,” Eddie’s voice chimes in once again, “at least do me one favour.”

Steve nods sceptically, eyes narrowing slightly. “One, Munson.” He agrees for the moment.

“If you’re not going to get your shit together,” Eddie rasps with a smirk on his face, “then for the love of god, stop fucking staring at her. It’s starting to get a little creepy.”

“Starting?” Robin jokes in response, elbowing Steve in the ribcage.

Steve winces at the contact, nearly unable to respond. But as he catches another quick glimpse of you, smile lighting up your face, he grins back winded.

Echoing his words from earlier, his tone light this time, his lips pull together. “You fucking wish.”

Well, Steve thinks watching the looks of surprise cross their faces, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

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[imagine-that]

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause

One-shot #57 - Christmas cheer edition

Summary: Loki does absolutely everything to please you and your daughter. But is he willing to be holly and jolly?

Pairing: Loki Friggason x female!mom!reader

Warnings: obviously it is a Christmas themed read so if you are not interested in that, this piece is not for you. It also has mentions of children so if that is a sensitive topic, please be warned

A/N: HIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!! Long time no see!!!!! I’m very excited to be able to post this as I have not had inspiration to write again in such a long time. This is a favourite fic of mine and it only took 2 nights to write!!! As mentioned, it includes you, but also your daughter! In this fic there is no (your daughters name), the daughter is named Frigga (😇🥺). I just hope you enjoy it, and happy holidays!!!!!

"Love... this is ridiculous." Your husband says, staring down the red garments in his hands, holding it so far away from himself that it looks as though it had personally slapped him or something.

"Darling, you know Frigga asked for it. And did you see the look on her sweet little face when she did? She BEGGED to stay up late enough to catch him in the act Loki dearest. Aren't you happy she's picked up your knack for mischief?" You reply, imitating the look your daughter had in her eyes as she announced her goals for the night.

He groans, shoving his face into the Santa suit you had selected off Amazon.

"Why could we not have asked Thor to do this? He is a big oaf, just like this Santa Clause you mortals love so much. it would perfectly fit his loud and obnoxious tendencies." He offers, waggling his eyebrows to emphasize how much he likes that idea.

You stifle a giggle, putting down the stockings you were about to carefully hang 'by the chimney with care'.

"THAT, my dear husband, is because you would have thrown a fit if she dared to be more excited by her uncle than you." You argue, waggling your eyebrows right back at him, earning a sigh of dramatic despair.

Being a huge holiday fanatic, you were more than thrilled when Loki began very actively joining in on your Christmas festivities over the years, but especially once your daughter had arrived four years ago. She was his little princess, and whatever she liked, he liked.

Which of course, automatically meant that when she begged and begged to see Santa Clause do his job, your loving husband and her devoted father could never say no to such a request.

"You promised your princess a Santa Clause viewing love. Are you really going to let her down, or hand the task off to Thor like its a chore?" You joke, clutching your imaginary pearls at the idea.

He puts the Santa suit off to the side, giving you a devilish smile before tackling you into the bed, erupting you into a fit of giggles again.

"That, my loving wife, is never going to happen and you know it, do you not my little dove?" He growls lightly in your ear, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

You wrestle around, trying to release yourself from the gods hold, failing to do anything more than laugh.

"Alright, alright, I know you wouldn't dare. Please release me." You ask extra sweetly. He ponders for a moment, tilting his head every which way, earning an eyeroll from you. Finally, he gently lets you go, his fingertips coolly travelling down your hips before pulling away.

With a sound of annoyance and a look you only get when he is "forced" to watch any of the reality tv shows he so often pretends to loath, he stands and starts to unbutton his crisp white shirt, immediately starting to change into the soft red suit. You stare up as he puts on the padding to make him appear holly and jolly, your eyes filling with more admiration than ever before.

As Loki uses his magic to fake a head of silver hair and a bushy beard, you clap your hands together with glee.

"Honey she is going to adore this! And she will have no idea that it's her daddy all along." You squeal, already picturing the look of excitement you knew would be all over your daughters face once she thinks she's caught Santa Clause.

He grins just as big, the beard just barely hiding it. "Well, then this ridiculous look must have some real worth." He announces, pulling on the hat and letting out a loud "Ho Ho Ho" you never thought you'd hear from your husbands mouth.

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"Frigga" You hum, just barely shaking your daughter awake. Her hair, a curly jet black replica to her fathers, is wrapped in two braids, hanging above her head like an angelic halo perfectly fitting of her features.

"baby girl." You try gently, brushing stray hairs behind her ear. She lets out a groan of protest, rolling over to her side. You sigh, caving to your own mischievous side and yanking the blankets off of her legs.

"Momma." She whines, looking back over to you with a dark glare.

"I'm sorry I woke you up like this sweetheart but there's something downstairs you just have to see!" You whisper excitedly, stroking her back until her scowl dissipates to a look of curiosity.

The small child carefully sits up, grabbing out to hold your hand as she gets out of the bed.

"Is it christmas morning momma?" She asks sweetly, her eyes lighting up happily.

You chuckle before replying, pulling her up into your arms. "No not yet my girl, but it is still very exciting. Lets go see." You say, kissing her lightly on the forehead as you move out of the room.

"Where's daddy? He can't miss the excitement!" Frigga declares, making you laugh even louder.

"Papa went to uncle Thor's to bring their christmas gifts from us. That way we can all open them together tomorrow afternoon darling." You explain, her lips going to an o shape as she nods in understanding.

Together the two of you walk quietly down the stairs, into the hallway. You carefully stop at the bottom, poking your head around the corner to see a bored looking red covered figure by the fireplace. You give him a look, letting him know to jolly up.

"Now Frigga, you said you wanted to catch Santa delivering this year yes?" You whisper, glancing at her as she nods frantically. "Well in order to see him, we have to be super duper quiet and only watch ok? We don't want Santa to get scared and leave with all of our gifts." You instruct, and she agrees excitedly, putting a chubby finger to her lips.

You place her down on the floor, creeping around the corner just enough to see the tree and sitting on the floor, legs crossed. Gently you pull your daughter down with you, cradling her in your arms.

She watches in awe as the fireplace quickly sheds ash, a chubby figure appearing at the bottom. He crosses the room to where she left a plate of perfectly iced cookies the two of you had made the morning prior, gulping down all of the milk and letting out the ho ho ho you now knew he could.

"I can't believe papa is missing this." She murmurs, more to herself than to you. You stifle a giggle as santa-husband pulls all of the delicately wrapped gifts he had almost ruined before you stepped in out of the Santa bag on his back.

Your daughter is practically bouncing out of your lap, her excitement hardly contained. Your husband turns his head ever so slightly, only in real view to you, and sends a wink your way, making you wonder how you ever got so lucky. He fills every stocking, shovels down all of the cookies and leaves the sweet letter he wrote as santa for frigga on the counter. He snatches up the carrots and celery for the reindeer and lets out another merry christmas and ho ho ho before flying right back up the chimney.

"We gotta go watch him leave mama!!!" she begs as she runs to her coat hook anyway.

You simply smile and nod, bringing her outside again and pointing to the sleigh illusioned onto the roof.

Before she can ask any questions or say anything about the encounter, Santa is on his way to the next house. She instead lays her head lazily on your chest, hugging you tightly to her.

“Momma, do you think other kids will catch Santa?” She asks shyly, a sound of uncertainty in her voice.

“My darling, I think that they will try. But I don’t believe they will succeed as well as we have.” You promise, rocking her back and forth as you habitually did since she was a baby.

She nods, assured by your words and starts to shut her eyes, the late evening too much for her to bear any longer. She lets out a little yawn, and you plant one more long kiss in the middle of her forehead before bringing her inside, laying her down in her bed and saying a quick I love you before sneaking out the door and shutting it halfway behind you.

“So, was this Santa clause as exciting as our princess imagined?” A deep, calming voice asks suddenly from behind you, cause you to jump a little bit. He chuckles, pulling you into his chest from behind and planting a kiss on top of your head. You supposed he was where you got that from, passing it right down to little Frigga.

“She was enchanted my love. You were a hit. And don’t think I didn’t notice Santa wink at mom. Am I correct in assuming he has maybe a little crush?” You tease, turning and starting to pull him in closer by the collar of the Santa suit. He grins wide, holding you by your hips.

“Why yes, Santa thought mom was positively radiant. I must agree with him.” He purrs, finally pulling you all the way in and planting his lips hungrily on yours, earning a smile as you kiss him right back.

You two stand in the dimly lit hall, pressed together for what feels like an eternity, a little sliver of time kept just for you and him.

“This is her best Christmas yet thanks to you love.” You smile, stroking your thumb over Lokis jawline.

“Ah but if it were not for you my dear, we would not have her and I would not have my two brightest sunshines, so really you are the one who gave both of us the best Christmas ever.” He corrects matter of factly, earning a deep blush on your cheeks and an eye roll on top of it.

You quietly pull away, turning him around towards your bedroom door and giving a light push.

“Now you Mr, go and change into something less suitable of St Nick and more fitting for the king of mischief and go give your daughter a kiss good night.” You order, getting an eye roll of your own in return.

He follows orders, changing into the Christmas pyjamas you picked out for him, a pair in emerald green with gold embroidery of his initials. “I’ll be in in a moment my love, I promise.” He says, pecking you on the lips and making his way to her room.

You tiptoe behind, your reindeer slippers making you all the more stealthy, and carefully peek between the door crack, watching your husband admire your daughter before kissing her lightly on the cheek, silently thanking the universe and fate for giving you the most perfect Christmas gift of all.

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Chocolate and Pining

Jim Halpert x GN!Reader PART TWO [TABLE OF CONTENTS]

Summary: Something’s up with Michael- you haven’t seen hide nor tail of him for a whole week. To top that off, Pam’s insistent flirting is starting to officially get to you. What happens when you confront her with the truth?

Warnings: Mentions of a concussion (brief), Confronting someone, Intrusive thoughts (minor)

You were currently sitting at your desk earlier than usual, typing on your computer with a concentrated look. Few people were in the office so far- being, Dwight, Angela, Phyllis, and surprisingly Kelly in the kitchen brewing the first pot of coffee. You weren't usually this early, but you had a strong sneaking suspicion and as you checked through your calendar, Michael's calendar- anything you could find- your face just became more distressed.

You pulled out your red notepad labelled 'Michael's Meetings' and started flipping through it to the latest note written, reading through and working backwards. The camera watched your frantic actions, though no one else in the office seemed to care.

With a loud yawn, Jim walked through the office doors, raising his eyebrows at spotting you sitting in your seat already. "G'mornin'," Jim mumbled, tapping your desk lightly as he passed. You looked up quickly, straightening and shooting a 'Psst!' over at him. He furrowed his brow and dropped his bag on his desk before wandering back to the reception area and leaning against your own. "What's up Y/L/N?"

"When was the last time Michael called a meeting?"

Jim looked confused, tilting his head with a quiet, "Huh?" You just started flipping through your papers again, sighing.

"When was the last time Michael called a meeting or had us play a silly game for some stupid reason- or even tried to pull a prank?" You glanced back up at him, furrowing your brow, "When did he last say 'That's what she said’?"

Jim has now begun to look worried, slumping lower on the desk. "Oh- uhh." He seemed to think, shaking his head, "I mean he congratulated me on my jello prank- last week?" He hummed, meeting your gaze. "I see why you're worried."

"Yeah, this is completely unlike him!" You whisper-yelled, shaking your head. "An entire week of no meetings called randomly, no obnoxious pranks- he didn't even have actual work scheduled. It's like he's just sitting in his office with the blinds drawn twiddling his thumbs!" You threw your hands up at this, continuing, "Now either something is very wrong with him, or..."

"Or?" Jim smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"Or he's planning something! The last two times he was quiet for this long was one, when he had gotten a 'secret' girlfriend that ended up using him to cheat on her husband, and two-"

"When he was planning his self-proclaimed 'Ultimate Prank'?" Jim finished, straightening up and glancing around the office, worried.

"Exactly." You dropped your notebook onto the table with a 'plop,' leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. "And I'm willing to bet this is 'Ultimate Prank number 2.'" —

[ ֎” ]

You and Jim sat side by side in the conference room, looking both exasperated and worried at the same time. "So the 'Ultimate Prank' that Michael pulled actually happened only a few weeks after I first started here," You began, sighing and glancing at Jim.

"Yeah, I honestly didn't expect them to come back the next day, they weren't exactly used to Michael's antics just yet," Jim stated with a shrug.

"I almost didn't," You mumbled, lifting your thumb to bite at your nail as Jim continued.

"His so-called 'Ultimate Prank'," said with air quotes, "Was when he decided he needed to one-up everyone in the office. He found these heavy-duty buzzers- I don't even know where he got them- but he placed one under every desk in the office. It was right at noon that he decided to turn the remote up to full blast. Every desk in the office began shaking violently."

"He had tried to put one under my desk but since mine is connected to the floor, all it did was shake everything on the top of my desk." You cheekily input, chuckling lightly.

"It was chaos immediately. Someone yelled 'earthquake' and half the people in the office tried to duck under their desks. The other half jumped up and tried to back away from them, realising it was only the desks that were shaking." Jim looked back at you, his head shaking.

"It only went on for about a minute, but it felt like time-stretched. Meredith ended up one of the ones under the desk, and it had hit her in the head so hard she ended up with a concussion. The desks kept shaking, moving across the floor, and eventually-"

"All of our paperwork, all of our phones and computers- bam! Crashed onto the floor." Jim interrupted, throwing his hands down as if to mimic them all crashing. You chuckle lowly, shaking your head.

"I was sure Michael was going to be fired after that." You admitted, shrugging your shoulders. "But as Oscar ran the numbers, we had enough spare money in our budget to replace every computer that broke. It was Michael's saving grace."

"I don't think," Jim tapped his chin, turning toward you, "Was corporate ever told about the incident?"

"I mean, I didn't tell. And I doubt Michael would've risked it. You know his saying, 'What happens at the Scranton branch,"

"Stays at the Scranton Branch," You both finished, and you giggle softly and look away.

— "What do you think the prank might be?" Jim questioned. They were back at the desk in the morning as if continuing where they left off.

"I'm more worried about the repercussions. There could be a fire, more medical bills-" You huffed, shaking your head. You both were quiet for a second before Jim glanced around the office quickly, leaning in closer and whispering to you.

"Has Michael come in yet?" You shook your head in response and Jim tapped your desk twice before waving for you to follow him. Jumping up quickly, you round the desk and follow Jim to the door of Michael's office.

"Are you sure we should do this?"

"Do you want to minimize the destruction this will definitely cause?" Jim whispered back, giving you expectant eyes. "Besides, it's not like he'd ever fire us." You only shrugged in response, unable to argue either point. Jim nodded, and with the both of you in agreement, he pushed open the door. You enter quickly after him, closing the door quietly behind yourself. "Okay, you look at any papers he may have written on, I'll check his computer."

You nod at his plan before rushing behind his desk. Jim was booting up the computer as you started flipping through loose pages on his desk, opening drawers and looking for anything that may be of interest. As Jim logs into Michael's computer, you find a small post-it note and pull it up.

Ideas for Pranks: Freeze office for ice rink Fill everyone's desk FULL of jello Fake emergency Create Real emergency?? (this item on the list is crossed out) Fake retirement ------ TODD (circled)

"Jim," You began, lifting the post-it note out of the drawer and holding it in front of him. You both read it before you glanced at him with a head tilt. "Who is Todd?" The look on Jim's face almost scared you before he answered.

"Todd Packer. An old coworker of Michael's." He huffed, shaking his head. "Think of how bad Michael was when you first met him, but times that by three and add an extra dose of pervert." You shuddered at the thought, placing the note down to continue looking, seeing if there was any other evidence you could find.

"Oh hey, I found some emails with Todd. They look recent." You leaned over without thought, hovering close to Jim as you read the back and forth between them.

Michael: Hey big man! Toady Toddy!! What say we meet up this Friday? I'm planning this HUGE prank and I want you to be there!! We gotta plan together! Todd: Oh a prank?? Count me in! I'll bring the cupcakes, you bring the camera! Michael: Wow man! That sounds great and all but I didn't want to repeat a prank, I have this whole new one planned! It includes you! Todd: Well if it includes me then I'm gonna bring what I want. Just remember not to eat them unless you want a good time ;D

"Do you know what prank they're referencing?" You ask, looking over toward Jim and finally realizing just how close your face was to him. Jim kept scanning the words as if they would give any further clue before turning his head slightly toward you, finally locking eyes. You watched his eyes widen slightly before returning to normal as if realizing the proximity. You also happened to notice his pupils grow slightly, and the so-quick-it-almost-didn't-happen glance to your lips then back to their eyes. You cleared your throat, straightening up and backing away from the shared proximity, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"The," Jim hesitated, licking his lips before turning his attention back to the screen, "The cupcake one? No. But it certainly sounds like we shouldn't eat them."

"Yeah," You huffed, crossing your arms, "But good luck telling the office that. They'd never refuse a cupcake without proof."

"I mean," Jim shrugged, straightening up and somehow ending up in close proximity to you again, "Aren't these emails proof enough? We can forward them to everyone."

"Yeah, but if we tell everyone right now- spoil Michael's big prank- what do you think will happen? Whatever urged him to start this is gonna make him want to plan something else. And be even more secretive about it since he'd know we're onto him."

Jim sighs in response, nodding along and looking down at the post-it note on the desk. "And whatever he plans after this will make these look like child's play."

"Exactly. We just now need to figure out both what Michael plans to do, and what Todd plans to do." You huff, crossing your arms. "Go ahead and forward it to our emails, at least, so we have proof later if we need it."

"Already on it, Y/N/N." Jim sent a smirk over his shoulder before clicking a few more emails, continuing his search. You really couldn't help the secret smile that stretched across your face, turning and beginning a search through the filing cabinets. After another little bit of searching, you ended up pulling out a printed receipt, scanning it.

"This looks like Michael ordered a-" You hesitated, moving closer to Jim, "A bouncy castle? To arrive on the 16th-" You bring up your phone, check the date and sigh, "So, next week."

"On the same day that you happen to have a one-year anniversary?" Jim asks, raising an eyebrow at you before turning toward the computer again. "We're looking for things related to the prank, not your big surprise party."

"Yeah, well, what if this is the prank?" You continued to scan the page as Jim turned toward you with a distressed look. "What if Michael just uses the day as an excuse to start his prank?"

"Y/N," Jim began placing his hands on your elbows and ducking his head to lock eyes with you, "Your anniversary is about you. I doubt Michael would take that away from you."

"A bouncy castle? For me?" You raised your eyebrows in disbelief at Jim, shaking your head. "I'd receive a party thrown by the planning committee if anything- this is just Michael needing a distraction. A way to pull focus from something else."

"Michael, I have a favour to ask of you-"

"Not now Dwight, I just got in-"

Both you and Jim widen your eyes in surprise at the conversation heard in the doorway. You both turn, you were putting the few papers back where they had been and Jim began closing the tabs he had opened and started the shutdown process. You were at the door first, popping out quickly and leaving the door cracked.

Seeing Michael round the corner and realizing Jim still wasn't out of the room, you walked over and took Michael's arm, walking halfway around him so Michael spun, his back to his office door now. "Michael, I have some questions about the itinerary-" Michael scoffs loudly in response, waving his arms as Jim finally slips out of the office and closes it gently.

"I thought I told you! Don't plan any meetings with clients until I say you can, I just-"

"Is there something more important than our work, Michael?" You asked pointedly, raising your eyebrows toward him. Jim slipped quietly to his desk, sitting and starting up his own computer. Dwight, who now stood behind you after you intercepted and now still wanted to speak with Michael, glared over at Jim with suspicion.

"Work-" Michael hesitated, and you could tell it killed him to keep his secret, "This is work!" He shot a finger up, as if realizing a good lie to use, "Yes! Work, straight from corporate. You wouldn't have heard above it, it's above your pay grade."

"Yeah, Y/N, above your pay grade," Dwight parroted, circling around to stand in front of them with his arms crossed. “But not mine, since I’m Assistant Regional Manager.”

“Assistant to the Regional Manager. And yes, it’s even above your pay grade, Dwight.”

"Right, I'll just hold all meetings and calls then," You replied, nodding and backing away to your desk. As you finally sat, watching Michael and Dwight disappear into the former's office, you and Jim locked eyes once more, both with proud grins.

You sat and watched the giggles Pam threw at Jim, the longing looks from back from him. This was a common enough occurrence, but even so, you sighed, unable to keep it in. With Michael not letting you actually work there was nothing to distract you from it. You tried to scoot in closer to your PC, your Word document up and filled with half a chapter of your newest fan fiction, and you attempted to write another sentence. Halfway through, and another giggle later, you instead hastily grab your coffee cup and all but run to the kitchen.

Realizing no coffee was in the pot, you emptied the used coffee grounds and began the process of a new pot. After placing the water and pressing the start button, you hear the door open behind you and turn to see Pam entering with two cups in her hands. You took a deep breath- you’re still friends of course. You can't help the jealousy, and it's certainly not her fault.

"Hey, making a new pot?"

"That I am!" The reply seemed a little too cheerful, but Pam seemed to shrug it off, placing the two cups down as you both waited for the coffee to brew. It was quiet for roughly half a pot of coffee before Pam finally spoke up, quietly and carefully.

"Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

'No,' You thought to yourself, but with your next words sprung out almost against your will, "Actually, yes." You were thrown off completely. 'No. Do not say anything, this is what they want, this is what they do. You have no right-' "I just don't find it fair," You began, turning and leaning your hip against the counter. Pam smirked slightly, tilting her head. "It's not fair to Jim." At this, Pam's smile slowly fell away, until she continued in her quiet whisper.

"What's not fair to Jim?"

"The way you guys flirt. I know it's not my business," You threw your hands up in mock surrender, turning toward the almost full coffee pot, "But you're engaged. You have a wedding date set for next month. And you keep on flirting with him. It just-" You huff, shaking your head with an involuntarily concerned expression, "It seems like you're leading him on. And you have a fiance! Roy would be devastated if he heard anything that went on up here."

It was quiet until the pot finished brewing. You grabbed it to begin pouring into the three cups when you finally heard a soft, "Oh," From Pam. She waited until you set the pot back in the machine and turned to look at her before speaking again, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't realize you were in love with him."

You choked, sputtered, dropping the spoon you had picked up for the sugar. Pam easily reached over, taking the sugar container and spoon to finish the three coffees. Once you got your voice back, shaking your head, you quickly exclaimed, "What? No, that's- I don't- That's not why I said that!"

"I know you're not asking me to back off, Y/N. I'm not saying that." Your eyes met and Pam's held a sort of pity, "You're saying you want Jim to be happy, you're thinking long-term. And he can't be with me, which will upset him unless I let him down easy." Pam sighed softly, nodding, "I know this, I always have. If I'm honest I should've stopped flirting when the date was set. Before that, even. But-" Pam bit her lip, looking back up to you, "I didn't realize he had any suitors. That he had a chance."

"I-" You began, but the words were lost to you. You just shook your head before Pam held a hand up to stop you, finishing off with the creamer in the coffees meanwhile.

"Don't say anything. You don't have to deny it for my sake, I've seen how you looked at him before, I just never put it together." Pam washed the spoon, put it in the drainer, and then lifted her cup to her lips with both hands. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here. I promise I won't make it awkward. And don't worry," Pam winked now, a small smile spreading, "I'm done now. The only flirting you'll catch me doing is with my husband."

Pam turned and walked out of the room, leaving you standing there and flustered. It took another minute of shaking your head and taking a few breaths before you reached for your coffee, noticing Jim's still sitting there. You grab both, pushing your way out of the kitchen and back into the office.

Jim wasn't sitting at his desk. You walked by, placing his mug on his desk and smiling softly- apologetically- toward Pam, before returning to your own desk. Rounding the corner, you finally found Jim. Kneeled down behind your desk, staring directly at your computer. At your word document. At the fanfiction- 'No!'

"Jim-!"

"You know," Jim began, turning to look at you with a smirk, "I was originally crouching back here to scare you. Pop up and say, ‘Boo!’" He laughed sweetly, and you had to put your coffee down from how much you were beginning to shake. "But I found something much better."

"Jim, I can explain-"

"You don't need to explain anything," Jim stood with a smile, walking closer and placing a hand on your elbow. "But why didn't you tell me you've read the books? Just wanted me to make a fool of myself telling you all those stories?"

"No, I haven't," You replied quickly, shaking your head. "I've just-" You hesitate, closing down the Word document quickly before taking Jim's wrist and practically running into the hallway for some privacy. "I haven't read them, I swear. But you sounded so passionate when you told me about it, I kind of- sort of- fell for the characters?"

Jim watched your almost pained expression trying to explain this to him, shoving his hands into his pockets. "So you're telling me you wrote all that, just from the stories I've been telling you about the book?"

"Yes," You huffed, defeated, "And I know they're probably nowhere near how the characters actually act-"

"It's completely how they act," Jim interrupted with a laugh, his smile never leaving, "And even if it wasn't, fanfiction isn't meant to be canon fiction. It's made by a fan, for their own purposes. You can have Sally learning to fly and it'd still be a fiction worth reading. Because you put your heart into it." There was a pause before Jim cleared his throat, shrugging, "Or, at least your time I mean. Put your time into it."

"So, you're not-" You hesitated, unsure of how to finish their sentence. Jim looked confused before withdrawing his hands, taking a step closer to you, crowding your space in a mirror to this morning.

"I don't think any less of you if that's your question. I'm not mad, I'm not going to make fun of you," Jim huffs a laugh, shrugging, "Honestly I'd love to read it. All of it, from the beginning."

You were shocked, breathing in deeply. Then you laughed, and couldn't stop laughing as Jim watched you, holding your elbow to keep you from falling over. You were surprised, having not expected this, and didn't exactly know what to do next.

"Alright, Halpert. I'll take you up on that- I guess."

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[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Drunk Arthur and Reader!

Very much spurred on by @koboivanderlinde and their recent headcannon of the same thing! (Though it's reversed and theirs is drunk reader with sober arthur)

I just read it and I decided I HAD to

So I hope y'all enjoy!!

WARNINGS!: Drunkeness, fluff, GN reader (if theres a mistake I'll do my best to fix it!!)

TAGS!: @mrsarthurmorgan7 @photo1030 @kieropal @cantchoosejust1

When Arthur drinks, he DRINKS

I mean, he tries not to drink a lot because he knows how he can be sometimes

But when he does drink

He DRINKS

So while they're few and far between, his drunken nights tend to be a little...obnoxious

He has a thing for you, which he has nOT told you

And when he get's shitfaced at Sean's return party his lips are loosened and he says almost anything that comes to his mind

Usually someone else takes care of him whike he's drunk, John or Charles, but tonight, with EVERYONE celebrating there's not really anyone TO take care of him

Other than you of course

While you've had a few drinks yourself you've still got your wits about you.

And you realize just how deep he's in it when he calls out to you

"Y/N! Y/NNNNN! Sugarrr!" He's slurring his words and he's got the largest smile on his face from where he sits at the table.

When you reach him he smiles at you widely and his arm wraps around your waist without a single bit of hesitation

He's pulled you into his lap and latched his lips to your neck within a matter of seconds, sending your face into a red haze

You do your best to try to get him to stop

Not that you don't like it, that's not the thing at all, you yourself have felt something for him for god knows how long

But it's the fact that he's clearly drunk, the red haze on his cheeks, the face that his eyes were glazed over, and that loopy lopsided grin stuck to his face that you loved so much.

You don't want him to regret what he's doing when he wakes up sober tomorrow.

When you do manage to get him to stop kissing you he simply places his forehead against your shoulder, muttering quietly against you.

"You always smell so nice Y/N....you're so good lookin'...and...smart...and so...so...good, and you...you...I love you...you're my favorite...and...I'd do...."

You manage to put your hand over his mouth before he finishes that sentence, the look in his eyes as he looked up at you made you realize that he probably would have finished it with "I'd do anything to fuck you"

He seemed to give you bedroom eyes everytime you looked at him

You tried to leave his lap several times

He refused

Literally iron gripped your waist, like no matter what you did there was NO escaping his grasp.

"Arthur please, you're drunk, you wouldn't say all this if you were sober."

He just laughs at you, and it's a real one, hearty, in his chest, it rumbles through him and even though he's drunk that laugh makes you smile. It isn't often he's in such a good mood

"I love ya Y/N....you're goddamn perfect...." He slurs.

You can't help but smile at him, you know you love him too

You just know he didn't want this, and you're sure when you bring it up to him tomorrow morning he's going to be upset.

You decide it's best to try and get him into his bed

You're able to convince him easily

(He thinks you want to take him somewhere more private 😉)

When you get him into his best he tries to pull you to him, and he manages to kiss you

It's sloppy, rushed, heated, and at first you feel guilty, but then your entire body heats up.

You pull away from him obviously, you know it's the right thing to do, even though his kiss was FANTASTIC even drunk

"Y/N...what's wrong...why won't you kiss me? Why...why won't you tell me you love me? You...I mean... you...You don't love me...do ya?"

He's not on the verge of tears, but his face obviously falls. His eyes, while glazed over a little still show emotion, and you can see just how much your rejection, while it's only temporary, fucks with him.

He'll silently climb onto his cot and then stare at you for a second or two before he speaks again

"'M sorry Y/N....shouldn't have," he hiccups and leans against the side of his wagon that his cot is leaned agsinst. "Shouldn't have said that...'m sorry..'m sorry..."

He keeps apologizing and every apology makes your heart break. He puts his head in his hands, and you can't help but climb onto the cot with him and gently place your hand against his cheek

"Oh Arthur, I do love you, you silly man."

He simply looks at you through his fingers and then silently he manages to position himself with his head in your lap.

You run your fingers through his hair and sigh.

"I love you more than words can explain Arthur, it breaks my heart that you think you have to apologize for saying you love me. Even if I didn't love you, you never have to apologize for loving someone."

You're 90 percent sure he didn't hear a word of that

He's snoring

And you're stuck there for the night but you don't mind.

You truly love him more than words can describe and not only that but the warmth of him against your lap makes you smile. You've never felt closer.

The next morning when he wakes up, confused as to why you're in his tent you have to explain to him what happened

He is so fucking embarrassed

I mean

Puts a hand over his face

Cant look at you

And groans at every word you say

He again apologizes profusely, trying to explain that he'll understand if you hate him, if you don't want him around

You kiss him to shut him up and he's happy to return the kiss.

(After a few moments of brief panic)

When you pull apart and mutter that you love him too he simply sighs quietly and wraps his arms around your waist before saying it for the first time sober

"I love ya too Y/N, I mean that."

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[aamalaaa]

One Morning 🎹

pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

word count: 884

genre:fluff, established relationship, comfort

warnings: none it’s all just fluffy

a/n: I wrote what I thought mornings with Yoongi would feel like, I hope you enjoy it!<3

// I’m currently writing a myg au,if you wanna read it, first chapter here!

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The first thing you feel is a weird tingling at the back of your neck. Then your hear the rustling of linen sheets. There’s an arm laying gently on your waist, stroking your stomach so softly you can barely feel it.

You grin contentedly and open your eyes slowly, sleep still weighting heavily on your eyelids.

A low raspy voice brings you back to where you are which is, your bedroom. Sleep just has an almost amnesic effect on you.

“Good Morning” You whine at that, not wanting to acknowledge the day just yet. Mornings with your lover are your favourite moments, peaceful and warm. Just like him.

You feel him chuckle lowly, nuzzling delicately at the back of your neck. Your heart swells, how much cuter could this man be? A terrifying thought, you’re not sure you could take much more.

“What if we stay here all day long?” You whisper, voice groggy. You hear your boyfriend chuckle yet again.

“Yeah? How are you gonna survive without food, or even worse, coffee?” He says, very much amused. You sigh loudly.

He’s got a point, damn Min Yoongi. Always annoyingly right.

You wiggle, leaning a bit more into his embrace, warm, so damn warm. Perfectly warm. You feel a peck on your clavicle and smile at the touch, feeling safe and cozy in the man’s arms. The most beautiful arms, the most beautiful man.

He slaps your ass before getting out of bed. You whine again, this time loudly.

“Nooooo” You cover your eyes with the sheets. Why, just why did you have to get up? The world is a scary place, your bed’s safe.

“Come on my love, I’ll make you coffee” His voice is still hoarse from sleep, god is it sexy. You grumble and slowly get up, put on a white night gown and make your way to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes to try and will your sleepiness away.

When you get to the kitchen, you stare lovingly at the vision before you. Your boyfriend, making you both coffee, back turned to you, long black tousled hair caressing the back of his neck. His oversized white shirt making him seem even smaller than he actually is, black sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips.

You make your way towards him, wrapping your arms around his dainty waist and feel him lean into your embrace. You lay a soft kiss on his nape and smile tenderly.

“You’re too good to my moody ass, thank you” You say, your words coming out just shy of a whisper. He cranes his neck towards you and shoots you a dazzling gummy smile, making your heart skip a beat. You could never get used to it, even after all the time you’ve been together. His smile could cure illnesses, you’re sure of it.

He pecks your lips swiftly and squeezes your hands still laying on his stomach.

“I could never be too good to you kitten” You blush bashfully. When you first met him you could’ve never imagined how romantic and fuzzy this man actually is. It had been an extremely pleasant surprise when you first saw that side of him.

He pours coffee into both your cups, serves it to you just like he knows you like it, in your favourite mug, the one he got you for Christmas when you both started dating. It says “Crabby ‘til I get my coffee” in an obnoxious font with a little crab next to it. Absolutely cheesy yet you never had coffee in anything else since he gifted it to you.

It’s Sunday which means. you both have the day off and are absolutely staying at your shared apartment, in your own perfect bubble. Sundays are your favourite. You pick up a book you’d just started reading and sit in your favourite chair, the one right next to the floor to ceiling windows. You can see the whole city from this spot. Yet your apartment is a cozy little private piece of heaven. You love the contrast, which is why you always read there. Something about feeling like it’s you and Yoongi against the world.

You read like this for an hour, lost in the story, the characters like old friends you root for. When you look up from your book you notice Yoongi, sitting at the piano, playing a familiar tune. His fingers pressing softly, then a little more harshly on the keys. You observe him, his movements, his fingers dancing gracefully on the keys. You get up and decide to go sit on the bench next to him, hypnotized by what he’s doing. The melody soft and inviting, warming up your insides.

He peers at you and smiles coyly.

“What song is this? It sounds so familiar..”

“Just something I’m working on” he shifts his gaze to the piano once more. You lay a hand on his thigh softly.

“I could swear I heard it before” You state, a little confused.

He hums. “You didn’t” he says softly. “But it’s a good thing you feel like you recognize it.” You quirk a brow at this, not quite understanding what he means.

“Why?” You question.

He gazes back at you, a fond look in his eyes making you swoon.

“Cause it’s about you”

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[oohbuggypie]

super long discussion abt my headcanons for Don's tattoo, as well as Carmen's and Bull's !

WARNING!! these r very headcanon heavy and probably reach-y ideas so if u prefer to stick to canon / r scared of mischaracterization maybe dont read 🩷 also this is SUPER long so im gonna go ahead and put all of this beneath a cut bcuz i don't wanna flood + this is centered around ship talk and i know some ppl don't care 4 that ✝️ pairs discussed are CarDon and BullDon, but emphasis on Carmen and Don bcuz they're mentioned more than once!!

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kay so i always talk abt Don having a tattoo but ive never clarified WHAT the tattoo is of / what it says . im usually stuck between not knowing what it would be;; a religious image or a religious quote ? a cross felt too basic, but an entire passage of text would just be way too much for Don in my opinion,, i don't think he'd ever want such a huge, obvious amount of black ink on his body forever. i came up with the idea that Don's tat in the Monster Hunter would be COLOSSIANS 3:2, and it felt very fitting ; it's small and fairly easy to hide, but it reflects a great amount of his world perception and his ideologies . and i think that the exact same style of tattoo would fit his regular universe character very well too !

so after some consideration and many MANY dumb questions, i have concluded: i think Don's tattoo would be JOHN 15:9 .

John 15:9 reads: "I have loved you even as the Father has loved me. Remain in my love."

so why that quote ??

Don is a very romantic man :: he holds a very deep love for Carmen and he expresses that in his actions , seeming to dedicate his fights to her and celebrating his victories in her name . not only that, but i think his loving attitude is expressed through his non-romantic actions as well; he shows a considerable amount of respect to his opponents, and he recognizes his own mistakes! he's romantic , respectful , and to an extent - humble . i think that that verse fits him so well because it connects to his romantic personality and religious upbringing. along with being raised religiously, i think Don's parents took extra time to truly teach Don the lesson that love is one of life's most valuable and prominent factors. not only did they teach him to show kindness and respect to his peers, but i think they integrated the idea of finding romance very early in his life. they wanted their son to fall in love with the "right person", and they wanted him to treat his lover with deep devotion and respect. so i think that those two factors ended up melding together as Don grew up; religion reflected love, and his love would reflect his religion. so upon the two merging, i think Don made the decision to get that specific quote as a tattoo as means to reflect his two deepest values, and as a promise to himself that he'd find his true partner one day. so when Don truly did fall in love, he felt an even deeper connection to the tattoo.

Don's canonical partner being Carmen is adorable to me, and this is where the second portion of my headcanon comes in: i think that throughout the course of their relationship, Carmen would recognize the true sentiment that religion holds in Don's life and get a similar tattoo as devotion to her lover ! much like Don, to me, she wouldn't want an obnoxious or obvious tattoo simply because it doesn't fit the way she presents herself. so as a way to match her partner, i think she'd get the exact same kind of tattoo but with a different passage.

i think Carmen would choose ROMANS 1:11 - 12, and the placement would be beneath her right breast.

Romans 1:11 - 12 reads: "I long to see you so that I may impart to you some spiritual gift to make you strong - that is, that you and I may be mutually encouraged by each other's faith."

i think the first part of the text ("I long to see you...") reflects the majority of Don's life where he waited to find his true partner, and how he and Carmen were bound to be together; she just hadn't met him yet. the second part of the quote ("...to make you strong...") is super fitting in the context of the idea that Carmen is Don's main motivation that drive his passions, like bullfighting and boxing. and the final part of the quote solidifies their love for each other - by sharing a tattoo, they share the love behind it and they serve as one another's guide of sorts.

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as for Don being in a relationship with Bull, i think Bull would have conflicted feelings about getting a tattoo. Don, by no means, thinks that Bull NEEDS to get a tattoo to encapsulate their love ,, it was never a "required" or expected action to be reciprocated and Don understands that very well! both of them have already given each other deeply valuable gifts as ways to express their devotion. however, if Bull were to get a tattoo, i think he'd prioritize it being very small and very private.

to me, Bull's tattoo would be of the Virgin Mary in colored ink, placed on his inner, left thigh.

this is solely my opinion and i def don't expect anyone to agree, but that one is soo special to me . i think Don would have a very strong admiration of the Virgin Mary as an entire concept, and Bull took note of that love. he decided to represent it by choosing an intimate place that practically nobody else would ever see. neither of them see it constantly, but when they do they're reminded of just how deep their love runs . 🥹

OKAY I THINK IM DONE OMGG . this could be worded so much better but it's past midnight and this was literally ripping my brain to shreds all day so i HAD to get it out immediately 😭✝️ thanks 2 anybody that read all this omg i didn't think i was gonna talk THAT much .. srry but Don and religion r just sooooo good paired i HAD to share 🩷 okay goodniiiiiight

#punch out!! wii #punch out wii #punch out #don flamenco #carmen punch out #bald bull #bulldon #headcanonz #dewdlebug #holy hell this is so much longer than it was intended to be umm #enjoy the poor wording and probably jumbled up out of order ideas.. my brain moves quicker than i can type so everything gets all silly oop #pls remember that these are all MY headcanons and even then these are all supee loose and i dont even 100% stick to them #u don't have 2 agree or anything i just feel the need 2 share because if i dont my brain will literally implode

[eddiesfaerie]

literally anything w eddie and angst that you write would be incredible !! especially like best friends who are in love with each other but are too dumb to realize the other feels the same way so angst ensues like please that’s my fav eddie trope

Why Him?

Summary: You've got a date with a jock, your best friend objects. (4.3k words) read on ao3 here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, friends (idiots) to lovers, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending, fluff, fingering, thigh riding, dirty talk, blood kink for 1 second, eddie's a lil mean/confusing, miscommunication, confessions

Eddie wasn’t talking to you. 

He hadn’t talked to you all day, actually. Not since you called him last night before bed, telling him you wouldn’t be able to make it to tonight’s D&D campaign. 

He asked why.

And you tried to dodge the question. But Eddie is nothing if not persistent and annoying and fucking nosey. 

The thing was, you had a date. 

And he seemed relatively fine with it over the phone. Not as cheesed as you thought he’d be about you missing the campaign (which thoroughly shocked you; it’s not like you’re their star player, far from that actually but Eddie just likes you being there and participating in his favorite game).

You sit on your bed, twirling the phone line anxiously, lip worried between your sharp teeth. 

“Are you sure? You’re not mad I can’t come?”

“Nope. Not mad at all.”

“I’ll be there next week for sure. I won’t miss any more campaigns, promise.”

Eddie chuckled, “It’s fine, I swear.”

You breathe for a moment, trying to assess if he was being sincere or not. Eddie wore his expressions on his face, he could never conceal how he was feeling with those big eyes, that twitching lip that displayed every emotion he felt so deeply. Your best friend was an open book.

“Okay. I’ll uh, I’ll see you tomorrow Eds.” 

“See you.”

He hung up first.

In retrospect, he had been quite blunt, quite curt and to the point. You should have known something was up. Eddie always tries to stay on the phone with you as long as possible. And he always makes sure you hang up first.

But now Eddie sat at the head of the cafeteria table, at his unspoken reserved seat, like always. His arms were crossed across his jean and leather clad chest, a scowl etched into his usually smooth, lighthearted features. 

The lot of you were usually the loudest, most obnoxious in the cafeteria. Eddie was no stranger to causing a scene, jumping up on the table and screaming at whoever or whatever he set his sights on. Sometimes he’d pull you into his lap, put his hand on your thigh, your arm, playing with your fingers while discussing that night’s upcoming D&D campaign. 

He’d walk you to your next class, arm thrown heavy and warm around your shoulders, hauling you into the side of his body before he ditched third and last period. Sometimes Eddie would kiss your cheek, your hand, your palm, anywhere he could that wasn’t too far over the line of just friends. 

Because that’s all you were, just friends. Very close, touchy feely, best friends. 

And you had a date. 

All of this pouting and uncharacteristic silence was over the fact that you had a date with a stupid basketball player that you’re not even interested in. 

It’s just… it’s been a minute since anyone’s shown any interest in you and yeah, maybe it could be fun, maybe you’d end up having a good time. Maybe. But you truly doubt it. Why would you of all people have fun with a jock? 

That’s what Eddie kept asking himself. Why would you, of all people, his dearest, bestest friend who he thought he knew so well, go out with someone who’s the complete opposite of you. And him. 

His raging, blood angry thoughts are what shut him up for the duration of lunch. Too consumed by what ifs and maybes. 

Maybe she’ll hate him, maybe he’ll hate her- no, no. No one could hate her, not even if they wanted to. Okay maybe Mrs O’Donell but besides that bitch. What if he tries to kiss her, fuck her, stick his finger up her-

The bell for third period finally rings. 

Eddie’s quick to snatch up his things, his black metal lunch box and D&D reading material before he’s rushing off to next period without a word to anyone else. 

Eddie doesn’t drive you home, he’s got D&D anyways. You don’t bother going to his locker to hug him bye, he’s probably locked up in the prop room preparing for the campaign anyways. You walk home alone instead. And the way home from school is long without him. 

The night passes reluctantly, you’re silent at dinner with your parents, your mind only focusing on tonight - the dread only grows stronger and stronger the later it gets. You head upstairs to your room after dinner, quiet as you get ready so as not to alert your parents to the fact that you’re sneaking out.

Why had you agreed to this? Why did you tell a stupid fucking jock who you don’t even care about that you’d go out with him? Give him the time of day? Make him think he’s worth it, that he deserves you or deserves to get laid which was definitely not happening-

Your window slides open and you scream. 

Eddie climbs in through your bedroom window, running over to you and covering your mouth with his warm palm to shut you up. 

He’s smiling so fucking wide, like he hadn’t just spent the last 24 hours ignoring you, scowling and groveling in silent anger. 

“Ssshhhhh, don’t wanna freak out the neighborhood, sweetheart.” 

You squirm in his hold, “Let go of me, Munson.” 

He lets you go only slightly, removing his hand from your mouth but keeping his arms around you too affectionately for how he was acting today. Eddie’s eyebrows suddenly crease, looking down at his palm that's stained from your lips. He inspects your face, his hand coming up to pinch your cheeks, making you pucker your lips.

“Shit, are you wearing lipstick?” He asks in feigned disbelief, like he could have ever forgotten you had a date tonight, like it wasn’t the only thing he thought about all day until it literally drove him to you in the dark of night immediately after his campaign was finished. 

Eddie drags this thumb along your bottom lip, smearing the color onto your skin Eddie admires the color that stains his thumb - it’s cute. A little unlike you but he can’t deny you look fucking good. You look adorable, fucking delectable in your little dress, in your cute makeup with your cute hair; Eddie feels his cheeks heat up. Even if it’s not for him, not ever for him.  

“Fuck off.” You groan and try to shove him off of you. 

Was he trying to embarrass you? Because it was working. So what if you wanted to get a little dressed up? Put on a little make up? Why does he care?

Eddie lets you push him away this time. He smiles at you as you walk across your room to your vanity, leaning forward and fixing up the makeup that he ruined. 

Eddie tries not to stare at the short dress that rides up the back of your thighs, that dares to let that place between your legs peek out. He briefly wonders if you’re wearing anything underneath, if this date you had with this jock had any pretense to it. Lingerie? Commando? Cute and innocent cotton panties? Anything that would grant easy access during a movie- No. You wouldn’t do that, would you? Not sweet, innocent little you.

“Stop staring at me.” You grumble, trying to meet his eyes in the mirror. Eddie smiles at you. 

“You don’t usually have a problem with me staring, babe.” You roll your eyes. 

“Don’t call me babe.” You groan, voice quiet and laced with lasting embarrassment. 

Eddie pouts and makes his way back over to you, letting his arms wrap around the front of your shoulders, hauling your back against his chest. 

“Why are you being so mean to me, hmm?” He asks like he’s fucking oblivious, like he doesn’t know he’s giving you whiplash with all this back and forth. Ignoring you all day, then showing up like nothing was wrong, hugging you, kissing you, touching you.  

You wriggle in his hold, trying to reapply your lipstick. 

“Why are you acting like everything’s fine? Like… like you weren’t ignoring me all day?” You glare, meeting his gaze in the mirror again. 

That shuts him up. 

But only for a second, before he’s leaning in and kissing your cheek sloppily. You shove your arms behind you to get him off, pushing him away from you so you can turn around and look at him properly. His cheeks are flushed, eyes embarrassed and maybe a little hurt despite the ever prominent smile that never seems to leave his face. 

“Eddie, I’m serious. Why are you acting like this?” You pout, swearing to yourself that you don’t notice the way your bottom lip begins to tremble out of frustration. 

Eddie is your rock, your best friend. And having him act so weird around you, going a whole day without even talking to him is fucking crushing you. You can feel yourself beginning to crumble.

“Why are you going out with him?” He asks, voice quiet, matching yours. He tries to ask it casually, to appear detached, uncaring. His voice comes out insecure instead and he hates it. 

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second,” He throws back immediately, a smirk pulling at his lips even if he doesn’t mean for it to. 

You groan, vicious and annoyed as it bubbles up from your chest and into your throat. Eddie feels your frustration, feels it bubbling up in himself as well and he tries to keep it at bay for your sake. 

He needs to calm the fuck down. He’s not actually mad at you. He’s just so fucking confused. So fucking scared of losing you to some fucking idiot jock. 

“Why are you going out with a meat head like him?” He asks again, more gently this time. 

“I-I don’t know, Eddie. He asked so… so I said yes.” You respond dumbly. 

Did you even mean that? Why had you said yes? 

“So what, you’d just say yes to any guy that asks then?” Eddie asks, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head at you. 

“No. I don’t know.” Your face grows hot, you look down at the ground, down at your stupid dress that feels suddenly too tight on your body. 

“What if I asked?”

“What?”

“What if I asked you out? If you’d say yes to any guy then you’d say yes to me right?”

You just stare at him, unsure how to play this with him right now. Eddie was often unpredictable, yes, but with you he was usually brutally honest, brutally truthful with you. He couldn’t play games with you, wouldn’t bullshit you like he bullshits everyone else. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to. 

But he couldn’t be serious about this, could he? About wanting to ask you out? 

“Just… Just go, Eddie. I’m late anyways.” 

You stalk past him, pushing up your window so he can climb back out but Eddie’s fast, grabbing you and shoving you up against your wall.

“Hey, hey, hey. No, okay listen.” He stammers, his ringed hands hot on your biceps as he holds you firmly, forcing you to look at him. The cool night breeze floats in and makes every tiny hair on your body stand on edge on your heated skin.

Eddie says your name so tenderly your lip quivers again, “Just tell me why you said yes to him.”

Your lip wobbles and Eddie suddenly feels bad for being such a dick, such a forceful asshole but he needs to know, needs to know why you’d pick a guy like that over a guy like him. 

“Eddie-”

“I don’t care. I don’t care what the answer is, I don’t care how harsh it is, I just- I just need to know why.”

You swear his voice cracks. He swears it doesn’t. 

You say his name again and he looks at you with those big eyes - those big, brown, shiny eyes that are swallowed up black in your dimly lit room. 

“I said yes to him because you never asked.”

Suddenly, Eddie Munson cannot speak. Can barely comprehend what you’re telling him. 

A breath of a silent moment passes between the two of you, between your two pulsing bodies.

“W-What?”

“All you had to do was ask me. I’d be so fucking easy for you.” You nearly cry, voice filled with sadness and yearning. 

“Wait, wait, wait. Y-You’re saying-” 

“You’re so fucking stupid, Eddie.” You groan.

And you kiss him. You risk fucking everything up with that kiss.

Eddie’s eyes go wide, his breath catching in his throat before he’s breathing you back in and shoving his tongue down your throat to make up for everything he got wrong. Your hands go up in his hair, pulling him down into you from the root and he groans into your mouth, digging his hips into yours. You feel something growing there, something hot and hard.  

“Eddie-”

He hums against your mouth, desperate for more, anxious to pull away from you but you push at his face, cupping his precious cheeks and holding his face away from yours so you can look at him properly. 

“W-What?” He stutters, his lips a deep flush of dark pink, just like his cheeks - spit slicked and swollen from kissing you. Fuck he’s gorgeous. Why is your best friend so gorgeous? Why are you kissing your best friend?

“I don’t want to go on that date.” You admit to him, your voice quieter than a whisper. 

Because you want him.

“Then don’t go.” He says very seriously. You smile.

“Make me stay?”

His eyes go wide, a smile pulling at his lips and you melt all over again. “Yeah?” He asks, like it’s a dare, like he’s gearing up for something only to launch himself into you. 

“Please.”

Eddie’s on you again, his lips on your neck, his teeth sharp yet dull on your skin and you hiss too loudly as he tries to pry you open by your jugular. He’s quick to shush you, to silence you with his mouth again and you moan into him. 

“Are your folks home? Do they know you were planning on going out tonight?”

You shake your head no vigorously, lips brushing his as he coos at you. 

“No?” He asks, making sure.

“N-No, Eddie.”

“Ouuu, sneaking out. Someone’s being a bad girl.” He tuts, hands trailing up and down your body, groping anything, everything he can reach. Eddie’s wanted to touch you for so long, it nearly knocks him over to be getting everything all at once now. 

“M’not.” You whimper as Eddie’s fingers play with the hemline of your dress, his fingertips daring to go underneath. You writhe against him, begging, daring him to touch you. 

“No? You’re not a bad girl?” Eddie asks, completely amused at your pouting and whiny voice. 

You shake your head no again, angling your hips up towards his hand. Eddie’s eyes widen at your suggestive movements. He lifts his thigh suddenly, slotting it between your two pretty ones. You drop down immediately, so fast it makes you look desperate. You are. 

You drop your weight down onto him and you whine at the sudden friction against your aching core - you hadn’t realized how worked up he had gotten you. 

Your dress rides up high on your thighs, barely giving him a glimpse at your panty covered cunt. He admires the way your skin spills over his, the soft, supple and sensitive flesh of your thighs - he wants to bite them. He wants to put his mouth all over your gorgeous skin and mark you up for everyone to see; everyone at school, your parents, the teachers. He wants everyone to know he got to touch you like this. 

Eddie growls, taking your hips in both of his hands and dragging you up his thigh, guiding your hips, helping you grind down onto the rough black denim he wears. 

“Fuuuuck,” he moans, watching you move your hips by yourself now, “I’d say you’re being pretty fucking bad right now, sweetheart. Getting all dolled up for some jock just to fuck yourself on the freak’s thigh.”

You whine, a little embarrassed, a little a lot turned on. 

“S-Stop it, Eddie.” 

Eddie tilts his head at you, eyes hypnotized at the way you move your hips over his leg, the way you’re losing yourself so easily to him and he’s barely done anything. You did tell him you’d be easy for him but fuck, this is nothing he could have imagined nor prepared for. 

“You’re not a freak, don’t- don’t say that.” You pout. Eddie nearly laughs at your sudden sincerity in contrast to your unrelenting hips. He smiles, ducking down to sloppily kiss you. 

“I must not be if you’re into me this much, right?” He laughs and you’d roll your eyes but you roll your hips instead, dangerously close to the edge of something building in your gut. 

“Can you- can you touch me, Eds?”  

Eds. He nearly fucking dies on the spot, then and there against the wall in your cute, dimly lit room that smells like you. You you you you you you you.

“Fuck yeah I can.” Eddie hikes your dress up further than where your undulating hips pushed it. He’s quick to shove his fingers down the front of your panties, coming into contact with the slick, gooey mess you’ve made of yourself and now his thigh. Eddie’s throat bobs, his eyes threaten to roll into the back of his head at the feel of how absolutely drenched you’ve gotten yourself. 

“Jesus Christ, you get yourself this wet over that jock or me?” 

You drop your head down to his shoulder, your face hot and embarrassed but Eddie’s grabbing you by the cheeks again, pinching them together and puckering your lips - forcing you to look at him. 

“Fucking look at me.” He demands, shaking your head a little from side to side to emphasize that he’s being serious. 

“Who got you this wet?” He asks again, his rough, guitar calloused fingers finding your sweet and slippery clit. You gasp, your eyes threatening to close themselves but you keep them open for him. 

“Y-You, Eddie.” 

“Yeah? Was that before or after I climbed through your window tonight?”

You whine. Oh this fucker was trying to embarrass you. 

“Eddie-”

“Answer me.” He growls, baring his teeth at you and you moan, unashamed at how fucking hot he’s being. 

“Before! Before, I always- I always thought about you, like this.” You admit, your hips desperate, stuttering in their motions against his thigh. You’re getting dangerously close to cuming, afraid of the force you can feel building behind it. 

Eddie’s cheeks light up red, brighter than a christmas tree and you can’t help but smile through your moans, can’t help but be absolutely delighted that he’s just as flustered as you over all of this. 

Eddie’s fingers grow determined on your clit, making precise motions that have your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your head hitting the wall behind you as you try your best to be quiet. 

“You think that meat head could do this? You think he knows where your precious little clit is?” 

You shake your head no, a sob bubbling up deep in your throat and you’re afraid you’ll scream. Your hips are relentless on his thigh, the simulation of thrusts on your hole and his fingers on your clit are about to be the death of you. 

“You think he could make you cum with just his fingers like this? Have you drooling for his cock?”

“No, Eddie!”

He goes harder. “Apologize.” 

“Wha-?”

“Apologize. To me.” He repeats, voice rough and clipped through gritted teeth. Eddie bucks his thigh underneath you and you nearly fall off of him but he’s holding you so tightly you don’t think you could fall off even if you wanted to. 

Eddie leans forward into you, his fingers sliding down from your clit, circling your sopping hole and sliding home. They curl inside of you, the cold metal of his rings kissing the feverish skin of your lips and you sob quietly. 

Eddie’s right at your ear, cooing soft mouth sounds at you and petting your hair with one hand, fingering you with the other. 

“I’m- Eddie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- to upset you.”

Eddie looks at you like he expects more, so you muster up whatever brain cells are still floating around in your head to push further, to get him to let you cum. His fingers reach deeper inside of you, digging around like he’s trying to pull your heart straight out of your cunt. 

“I didn’t want him, n-never wanted him, p-promise.”

“Ohh, you promise, do you sweetheart?” He asks with something mocking in his voice. You bite your lip and nod your head yes, yes I promise. 

“S’okay, baby. I know you didn’t mean it.”

You hum, content that he believes you. Your head falls forward with relief onto his shoulder but Eddie’s hand is at your jaw, gripping you tight and making you look at him yet again. 

Your eyes are rolling back into your head, you’re barely able to keep them open and Eddie thinks you’ve never looked this pretty, never looked this fucking hot besides now when you’ve gotten all dressed up for someone else only to get fucked by him in your bedroom with your parents asleep down the hall.

His fingers in your pussy are relentless. Curling and pushing and thrusting like he’s got all the time in the world. Maybe he does, either way you don’t care how much time he takes, he could drag this out as long as he pleases and you think all you would do is thank him for it. 

All you care about is him not stopping and making you cum. Your hips look pathetic on his thigh, moving along with the thrusts of his fingers, chasing your high. You try to warn him that you’re close, but words escape you. Eddie can feel you clenching your tight little walls on his fingers, can feel you suffocating him and he has to block out the thought of his cock in there, if he would even fit. 

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He asks, voice gone deep and gravelly and menacing. 

“Yes,” You whine, voice completely pathetic, “yes I’m yours.” 

Eddie growls, you moan, completely broken. 

“Please, Eddie, I’m going to-”

“Do it, fucking cum on my fingers. Want it so bad.” 

That’s all it took. 

You bite your lip to stay quiet, so hard you taste blood in your mouth and Eddie’s leaning forward, capturing your mouth with his and licking into the open bowl of you, tasting the metallic crimson seeping from your swollen lip. You clench rhythmically on his fingers, your hips stutter and your body twitches. Eddie leaves his fingers inside of you, gently thrusting, giving you something to clench on and ride out your orgasm with. With his other arm, he’s curling it around you as he holds you into his warm chest, comforting your twitching body. 

When you’ve come down, Eddie pulls his fingers from your drenched hole and brings them up to his lips, sucking you clean off of them and you have to bite your lip again from screaming at the sight. He moans at the taste, eyes closing blissfully. 

You lurch forward into him and stick your tongue into his mouth, desperate to taste yourself mixed in his spit, amongst his teeth and gums. 

“Fuuuck, you’re so hot.” Eddie groans into your mouth, cock raging inside of his jeans and he has to use every single ounce of willpower that remains inside of him from doing anything about it, especially not cuming in his pants like a fucking fourteen year old. 

You smile against his plump lips, eventually pulling away and leaning your head against the wall behind you once more. You’re completely spent, drained, totally fucked out by your best friend’s fingers. And all you can do is just smile at him lazily, still perched all pretty on his thigh. 

Eddie’s afraid to let you down, afraid you’ll stumble and fall but he’s not too worried about that, because he knows he’ll catch you. He’s more so worried about breaking whatever spell the two of you have seemed to have fallen into. Where you’re his and you want him more than some popular jock, where you want to be his for more than one night. Or maybe you had meant what you said, when you said you’d be easy for him, that you’d say yes if only he’d ask. 

He doesn’t want to ask to stay the night, he doesn’t want to invite himself over even though that’s exactly what he did thirty minutes ago when he climbed in through your window, uninvited. 

You watch him as he thinks, as his brows furrow and his tongue pokes out to touch the top of his lip. He’s pretty when he’s lost in thought.

You smooth your thumb over the space between his brows and Eddie looks up at you from where he had dazed off; the column of your throat. 

“Where are you?” You ask so gently Eddie’s knees threaten to buckle.

“Nowhere,” Eddie shakes his head, “right here.”  

You smile, hands climbing up the back of his neck, twirling themselves in his long hair. Eddie makes a grumbled sound like a purr as you scratch at his scalp. 

“Can you stay tonight?” 

“Y-Yeah, if that’s what you want.” He says dumbly.

“It is.” 

Eddie’s cheeks flush a furious red. 

“Is that what you want?” You ask, suddenly insecure that maybe you had said too much, that he doesn’t want you back, that he-

“Yes. Fuck yes it is.” He responds, almost too enthusiastically. You giggle a bit too loudly and Eddie’s hand comes up to cover your mouth. He can still feel you smiling against his palm. God, he’s obsessed with you. 

Eddie leans in so that his own lips ghost the back of his hand, nothing but his own palm separating your mouths. 

“But you’re going to have to be quiet for me if I do, sweetheart.”

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death at the hands of love—

genre ⤍ angst

relationships ⤍ childe x gn!reader

warnings ⤍ guns, reader death, not proof read, all lowercase

a/n ⤍ quill posting a fic after like a month not clickbait!! anyway hi everyone i had this idea in the middle of work and knew i had to write it. i hope y'all like it!!

a soft whimper sliced through the thick tension in the room, causing you to open your eyes once more, refocusing on what was in the center.

your love.

childe stood there, standing tall in a relaxed position. a small smile played at his lips, but his eyes weren’t directed towards you. rather, they were directed towards the one thing he loved more than you.

teucer sat in a chair, a foot or so away from you. tears streaked his cheeks as he looked back and forth from you to his brother.

“brother? why are you holding a gun?” the hesitant question spilling from his lips, as if the gun was being aimed at him.

“this?” childe laughed, spinning the gun in his hand, “this is just a toy, my dear brother.” he put the gun on top of his head, balancing it and winking at teucer.

you smiled softly at the act, pretending like the crumpled note in your hand didn’t say otherwise.

"it’s your brother or the girl. choose. this is your punishment."

punishment for what, you had no idea. how they found out about you, you also had no idea.

you and childe tried your hardest to keep your love a secret. stolen moments outside the backs of restaurants, an accidental brush of hands as he buys something he doesn't need from your store, a soft kiss as the stars shone brighter in the night.

and yet, here you were.

"hey, we have to test out this toy to see if the fake bullets actually work. but it makes a really loud noise. can you go outside? go buy some food, i'll be out in a second." childe shot a smile at his little brother, holding out some mora in his hand.

tecuer nodded, sliding off his chair and grabbing the mora. he scurried outside, the door slipping closed with a soft click.

childe then faced you, his face immediately crumpling.

and for a minute, for a minute you hoped he'd wink at you and say it was a prank, to pick you up and swing you while singing in his obnoxious voice.

then he raised the gun.

"i'm so sorry it has to end like this." he whispered, a tear streaking down his cheek.

you thought of begging for your life. you really did. but you knew, no matter what you did, you wouldn't leave this room alive. because even if childe loved you, he loved his family more. and you would have to live with that.

you would have to die because of it.

"it'll be alright," you smiled at him, tears forming in your eyes, giving the word a soft haze.

"i love you so much childe."

"and i love you more."

﹏

people say before you die you see your life flash before your eyes.

its not true.

before you died, you saw childe's face looking at you, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips as tears stained the concrete floor.

maybe it because in that moment, he was your life or death.

and he chose death.

﹏

tecuer held childes hand, happily bouncing up and down.

"where's your lover?" he asked, chocolate staining the outside of his lips.

childe paused in his walk, looking down at his brother.

"what do you mean, lover?"

teucer looked up at his brother, his round eyes filling with confusion.

"i thought that person was your lover. are they not? that's what i told the nice lady the other day, the one with a bright red outfit and a mask."

terror slowly descended upon childe as he realized what his brother had done.

just as you were the cause for teucers survival, he was the cause of your death.

childe blinked away the tears in his eyes.

"no, they're just a friend. and they went for a nap. a really long one."

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