#DJ Flawless

[reilemon]

🍸⋆｡°✩ Passion Star Martini ✩⋆｡°🍸

♡︎ synopsis: Xavier can't help but feel a little jealous when he sees you having a good time on the dancefloor.

♡︎ pairing: Xavier x fem!reader

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♡︎ cw: drinking alcohol, some grinding on the dancefloor, semi-public sex (bathroom sex), hair pulling (just a little), Xavier being a tease (and possessive), also choking (barely tho)

♡︎ word count: 3k

♡︎ a/n: Is it dancefloor or dance floor? 🕴️

♡︎ special thanks to my beta reader ♡︎@its-de♡︎ for reading and helping me with this!

banner by @cafekitsune

You exit the bathroom after freshening up. Tonight, one of your friends is celebrating her birthday at a nightclub and you are so glad you had time and energy to go out because you were having a blast. First of all, you’re with all of your friends, the DJ was playing good music (he also said that he’ll grant you and your friend a music wish, something that never happens) and the bartender made your favorite cocktail just right. Also, you know you look good because you’re wearing your new favorite mini dress and your hair and makeup are flawless. But most importantly, your boyfriend is here!

Xavier came to the club after you drank your first cocktail. He finished his mission later than expected, and on top of that, he also needed to shower and dress up. The two of you never spent an actual night out together, so you were hoping that he’ll show up. Obviously, you wouldn’t mind if he didn’t, but there is something so exciting about enjoying some mindless fun with your partner while also looking cute. Hot, actually.

When you noticed him approaching your booth, your excitement fizzled out immediately because you noticed how tired he is. He didn’t let it show, but you spent enough time with him to know by just his walk that he is ready for bed.

He settled next to you after greeting you and your friends. He gave you a peck on the lips and then his eyes took in your whole figure “You look stunning.” You heard his voice good enough over the music.

You blushed and thanked him, wrapping your arms around his bicep. You’ve received so many compliments this evening, but his is the only one that mattered.

Now that you can got a better look at his face and his heavy eyelids, you couldn't help but feel guilty. “You really didn’t have to come if you’re so tired.”

He looked at you for a moment then shook his head. “I’m not. Let’s go get drinks.”

He was in fact tired. Poor guy started nodding off in the booth after getting drinks, so you tried to convince him to go home, but he was set on staying. Downing your second drink, you hit the dancefloor with your friends, letting your boyfriend continue sleeping resting his eyes in the booth.

You go back to your friends, just in time to hear the DJ playing the song you requested. You were hoping you’d be dancing with your boyfriend to it, so you glance at the booth, hoping he’s awake. Your eyes scan in the direction where he should be, but you only see some of your friends sitting there.

A gasp escapes your lips when a hand snakes around your waist from the opposite direction.

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To say that Xavier was exhausted was an understatement. Not only did he get held up at the mission longer, but he had to go to a nightclub as well. His usual routine after finishing work was – shower, eat either alone or with you and then fall asleep reading a book, preferably with you snuggled up in his arms. And he could’ve just rejected your invitation, but he knows that it’s good to break a routine once in a while. But more importantly, he got to spend more time with you like this and in a different setting.

But the darkness inside the nightclub mixed with the bass made him even more tired. And he felt so bad about it, because he saw how excited you were when he came.

And you look so breathtaking. You’re always beautiful but tonight you really went out of your way to look good, and he couldn’t help but stare at your body, how that dress fit you perfectly – and how it barely covered up anything.

His new mission was to stay awake.

But his eyes were betraying him and soon he had to convince you that he’s fine and that he’s just going to rest his eyes for a bit.

With his arms and legs crossed, he started dozing off, the thrumming of the bass weirdly lulling him to sleep.

But then he’d open his eyes, searching for you.

That’s how the beginning of the night went for him – resting his eyes for a moment, and then the next he’s watching you on the dancefloor, making sure that you’re okay.

You were more than okay.

Xavier was happy to see you having a good time, dancing and laughing with your friends. Then you started dancing with your male friend. Nothing inappropriate, but the sight of that man getting to touch you at all made his heart skip a beat. It’s fine, you give him no reason to worry. He doesn’t want to act all jealous and ruin the mood. He should just sit here for a little longer, recuperate some more and then he can join you.

But his mind doesn’t let him rest for long, so he looks for you again.

You wandered off with your friend to the DJ booth. What are you doing there? He can’t get a good look from where he’s sitting, so he stands up and moves through the crowd. He manages to find a good spot where you can’t notice him but he has a good enough view. The way you talk, smile, and even look at that man makes his heart race. And when he sees the way that man checks you out as you walk away is where he gets pissed off.

He shouldn’t be, but he is.

He knew how friendly and flirty you get when you have alcohol in your system, and he can’t blame others for staring because you’re so irresistible.

You walk away from the DJ booth to the bathroom, so he uses that time to go to the bar and take a shot.

He’s wide awake now.

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You crane your neck and your eyes meet Xavier's - those deep blue eyes are definitely not sleepy anymore. The words get lost in your throat under his intense gaze, so you just smile and start dancing to your song. The hand around your waist goes to the middle of your belly to press you against against him, still leaving some space for you to move, while the other one rests on your hip. You act coy as your butt grazes his crotch as you sway and move to the rhythm. You can feel his body move perfectly to the beat, and you can't help but look over your shoulder to see him dance, his hips and shoulders moving in just the right ways while his full attention is on you, which makes him so much more attractive.

The song changes to a slower one so he spins you around, pressing you between your shoulder blades, bringing your chest flush against his. A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his firm thigh sneak it's way between your legs and against your clothed sex. You’re met with a lustful gaze when you look at him to comment on the position he has you in. You're speechless once again as his hands start guiding your hips, making you slowly and subtly grind on his thigh.

And you give in.

The dance floor is packed - everybody’s just enjoying themselves, minding their business, lost in the music or drunken daze. The two of you managed to separate from your friends while dancing, and some of them went back to take a break in the booth. You felt like you were in a trance; the bass was pulsating through your body, Xavier’s hands on your hip and lower back, taking the lead and moving your hips in the rhythm of the songs, arousal pooling between your legs.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a searing kiss. His hand starts roaming - one holds you by the back of your neck while the other one teases it's way under the hem of your dress.

Lithe fingers tickle the soft skin of your inner thighs, making your pussy flutter and you pull back from the kiss, stopping the roaming hand by the wrist "We should go back to my friends."

Xavier exhales through his nose and rests his forehead against yours. "Are you sure?" You open your mouth to answer but the thigh between your legs moves up at a particular angle, catching the hood of your clit and eliciting an embarrassing yelp from your lips.

You hold onto his shoulders as he continues moving his his leg, and you have to gather all of your willpower to resist moving your hips to hump his thigh.

"Xavier, people are gonna see - " You pant, your voice barely reaching him over the music

"So? They should know you're mine." You hear his steely cool voice perfectly.

You frown in confusion as you observe his serious face "What are you - ?"

"Everyone got your attention tonight, what about me?"

You pull away from his embrace at the ridiculous comment, and you can see the instant regret on his face when you do so, with his puppy eyes widening and lips parting.

You barely hear him utter "excuse me" as he lets go of you and hurries off the dance floor.

You stare at his back for a moment, and then you start following him immediately or you'll lose him in the crowd. Squeezing through dancing bodies, you manage to spot your boyfriend's silver fluffy hair going towards the bathrooms. You take in a breath of relief as you stagger away from the stuffy dancefloor, just in time to see Xavier shut the door behind him. The fresh(er) air and brighter lights, also your runaway boyfriend, flush away most of the alcohol buzz you had. Now Xavier is to blame for how wobbly you are in your heels, and your tingling lips.

You knock on the door and call out to Xavier to let you in. A few seconds later, the doors open just enough for you to sneak inside, although there was no one around at the moment.

You step into the single stall bathroom. This one is a little different than the one you were in, with the pink lights and aqua blue lit up sink counter. You love how it actually smells nice and is clean (perks of spending money on a fancy nightclub).

You lock the door and then lean against it, Xavier right in front of you.

You cross your arms "So what was that?"

Xavier, still looking like a hurt puppy, lightly caresses your upper arms "I'm sorry, that was such a stupid comment. I shouldn't complain when I spent the whole night sleeping in the booth."

"But why did you say that everyone got my attention?"

He steps away from you and leans on the sink "I - " He exhales and shakes his head "Doesn't matter. Wanna go back to your friends? Next round's on me."

You push yourself off the door and step towards him "Did I do something? I though we were having a good time."

Xavier softly smiles and shakes his head, "You were wonderful." His fingers graze your cheek and he carefully places a light peck on your lips, worried you might reject him. His shoulders relax when you don't, and he presses a more deliberate kiss.

You uncross your arms, your hands holding his face. You chuckle against his lips "You're such a dummy."

He blushes at your words and laughs softly, his arms wrapping around your torso to pull you into a tight embrace, your head resting on his shoulder.

"And I'm sorry if I took it too far at the dancefloor." He murmurs.

You chuckle and look up at him, "You didn't."

With that, you peck him on the cheek and move to take a look at yourself in the mirror (it's cool that it lights up at a touch), bending over the sink, and Xavier takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist, admiring you in the reflection. You smile at him in the mirror before turning the light off.

"We should go back." You tell him when he doesn't move.

And he still doesn't. He only hums in response and starts nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He inhales your scent, hands roaming from your waist, to hold your hips, gently swaying them this time how he pleases.

He whispers, "You look so irresistible," a whimper escapes your lips as he grounds his crotch against your butt, lifting your dress in the motion, "it felt so good to have you dance against me like that."

You hold onto the sink as you arch your back and close your eyes, the feeling of his hard clothed cock rubbing against you awakening your arousal again, the dress now almost completely hiked up. His lips latch onto your neck as they suck hungrily on the sensitive skin, and one hand starts fondling your breast.

"Xavier - " You pant "We have to - " you whisper weakly, the rest of the sentence evaporating from your mind as you feel him sneak a finger over your soaked panties.

"You're right," He coos as the fingertip finds your bud, slowly rubbing it, "We don't wanna keep them waiting."

You don't notice when his hand leaves your breast from how dazed the finger on your clit is making you feel. Then you hear the belt buckle clinking and unzipping, and you only half open your eyes, meeting Xavier's in the mirror.

"That's right bunny, keep your eyes on me" He whisper as he pulls your panties to the side, sliding his cock back and forth between your folds, getting soaked in your essence.

You whimper as the tip pushes through your entrance, the slight sting disappearing quickly as Xavier rubs soothing circles on your clit. His other hand finds your breasts again, impatiently pushing down the top of the dress along with your bra, your breasts spilling out, his fingers toying with your nipples.

Your head drops as he bottoms out and you bite your bottom lip to prevent a loud moan slipping past your lips. But the finger on your sensitive nub is ruthless, making you cream around his thick cock that's starting to piston in and out of your fluttering pussy. He then picks up your leg with his other hand and resting your knee on the sink, giving him a better view of your dripping entrance taking in his dick. You arch your back more, holding onto the sink, eyes squeezed shut, your lips timidly spilling out quiet mewls and whimpers as Xavier is now pounding into you, both hands holding onto your hips in a bruising grip. The squelching sounds of your cunt and skin slapping fills the bathroom and you're sure it can be heard from outside even over the music.

Then you feel one hand on your scalp, grabbing a fistful of your hair and gently tugging it, making you lift you head and look at him in the mirror and your pussy clenches at the sight of his hooded eyes laced with lust, knitted brows and parted lips.

He grunts "Eyes on me pretty girl." The hand on your hair moving to wrap around your throat, only lightly squeezing the sides of your neck. "Let me hear you."

You purse your lips and shake your head, or as much as you can move in his grip.

Suddenly he completely pulls out, and you whine as your needy hole clenches around nothing.

He chuckles and leans forwards, his breath fanning over your ear, giving you goosebumps all over your body.

"I guess we can go back to your friends then."

Your mouth falls open but nothing is coming out. You just gape at him for a few seconds shocked, but then you protest in a breathless voice "But what if someone hears us?"

"Let them." You jolt as he lines himself up again, "I want everyone to hear how good I make you feel." and a loud moan escapes your lips as he grabs your hip and buries himself to the hilt in one sharp thrust.

"Good girl."

Between his own grunts he praises you breathlessly

as he's thrusting vigorously, your butt bouncing with every thrust and smack of his pelvis, his hand leaving your throat to rub your clit again.

you're so beautiful

you're taking me so well

my good girl

The leg that you're standing on starts to shake as you feel the heat pooling in your lower belly, your pussy spasming around his cock that's hitting all of your sweet spots.

"Eyes on me, bunny." Xavier rasps, his own release nearing, when he notices your eyes fluttering shut.

With a vice grip on the sink you come hard around his dick, your eyes barely open, and you almost tumble over as your leg gives out from the intensity of your orgasm, but Xavier's hands wrap around your torso to keep you from falling. He presses his own against your back, arms wrapped around your waist as he ruts into you, riding out your high and chasing his own. Xavier buries his face in the crook of your neck, and pants mine, mine, mine before his mouth latches onto the soft skin. Your eyes roll back, head thrown back as he sinks his teeth into the side of your neck, burying his throbbing dick inside your still fluttering cunt, and filling you up with his hot cum.

With languid thrusts, the last spurts of his seed come out, both of you catching your breaths and coming to your senses. Xavier sucks and licks the bruised skin and then places a soft kiss on your sweat covered temple.

"Are you okay? Was I too rough?" You turn your head over your shoulder and you meet those familiar soft eyes.

"I'm okay, don't worry."

With a relieved sigh, he gives your lips a tender kiss.

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Before you exit the bathroom, you give yourself one last look in the mirror, eyeing the angry red love bite.

You turn to Xavier who's unlocking the door, "This is gonna be really hard to hide."

He looks back to see what you're talking about. When you point at your neck, he sweetly says "Sorry about that."

He's not sorry at all.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Hi DJ! If you’re still doing the ficlet requests, can I get 24 (cuddles of reassurance) with Wolffe? Maybe fem!reader is having a hard time with sex and feels embarrassed/overwhelmed? (If that’s too explicit/uncomy feel free to ignore :))

Just a Little Bit More

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, Alli! I’ve actually been wanting to write a fic like this for a while. I feel like so much of the smut we see in fanfiction AND in published fiction/media in general is so idealized that even when it has elements of realism, it can present a distorted idea of what sex and intimacy can really be like. I’m certainly guilty of writing somewhat idealized smut, though I do try to maintain at least some semblance of realism (unless Sev is involved; all bets are off with that man). While there’s nothing wrong with having that fantasy, I think it’s healthy and important to also show the reality that it isn’t always easy or flawless, even with a caring, experienced partner who takes our pleasure seriously and does everything “right.”

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader (Fem; has hair)

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 3.3K of straight smut with some cuddles

Warnings and tags: cuddles; hurt comfort; language; SMUT; oral sex; PIV; nipple play; light/playful spanking; body worship; sex toys; fingering; exhibitionism; voyeurism; creampie; difficulty with orgasm. AKA, the return of SMUTKEA.

Summary: Wolffe is the best you’ve ever had. That doesn’t mean it’s always perfect.

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This fic smells like: Fruit de La Créativité by Grès (raspberry & leather)

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Wolffe gazed up into your eyes as you rolled your hips slowly, searching for the perfect angle. You knew you could find it: you’d done it before, countless times. His strong, warm hands glided up your thighs to your hips, pulling you closer, thrusting deeper, guiding you closer and closer to your pleasure. You could feel it building inside you, the tension gathering slowly.

Too slowly.

He smoothed one hand up your side, grazing along your rib cage until he cupped your breast, circling your nipple with his thumb. He knew exactly how much pressure you liked, and the way he touched you was perfect.

God, he’s so hot. Just focus on how hot he is.

Sweat glistened on your skin. The room hadn’t been this hot when he’d pulled you into bed, but after an hour and a half of vigorous activity, you were both slick with perspiration, saliva, arousal, and lube. He’d mapped your body with kisses, gliding his lips and tongue across your skin as he devoured you, bringing you right to the edge until you begged him to fuck you. 

You’d wrapped your legs around his waist as he eased into you, a tormented groan rumbling from his lips as he felt your heat envelope him. Gods, he felt amazing, and when he started to move, you knew it would only be a matter of minutes before you came. 

It took longer than you expected, and after a while, you realized something needed to change. 

“Take me from behind,” you’d murmured, knowing how much he loved the way your ass pressed into his hips in that position.

“God, yes,” he’d replied, pulling out and rolling you over with enthusiasm.

You loved the way he handled you in bed. He was so fucking strong. He could toss you around so easily—it was hot as hell, but the best thing about it was the care he took to make sure you were comfortable and he didn’t accidentally hurt you. He lifted your hips up and positioned you exactly the way he wanted you. You heard a small click as he closed the bottle of lube, and then you felt his slickened fingers glide over your cunt as he ensured you were ready to take him from the new angle.

“Maker, that ass is gorgeous,” he said, squeezing your cheeks before giving you a playful smack. 

Your mischievous giggle turned into a breathless moan as he sank into you, reaching deeper, stretching you wider, as his hand slid down your body to tease your clit. You loved the way he touched you, the way he caged you in with his body, making you feel incredibly safe and protected. And of course, you loved his cock. He knew exactly how to use it to ensure he gave you as much pleasure as he took—or more.

And still, your orgasm remained tantalizingly just out of reach. He shifted, and for a moment, his body rested heavily on you before he resumed his rhythm.

He’s getting tired. Fuck. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. I need to give him a break.

“Want me to be on top?” you offered, hoping that yet another angle would be the one that finally pushed you past whatever mental block was keeping you from your release.

He paused, his hands resting on your hips. “Is that what you want?”

“Sure,” you replied. “If you do?”

He trailed his fingers down your spine before slowly withdrawing from your body. You turned to watch as he rolled onto his back and kicked the blankets off the bed. He reached for you with that sexy smirk that you loved so much, and you knew without question that he still wanted you.

He’s such a good man. Gods, he deserves the world.

“Hop on, darlin’,” he invited.

You crawled toward him with a smile, pausing a moment to kneel between his thighs. You traced your fingertips up his legs and over his balls, then ghosted a line up the underside of his cock. You glanced up to see his eyes fixed on you with an intense expression. Holding his gaze, you dropped lower and flicked your tongue over his tip, then slid his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue over him. You could taste yourself on his skin—salty, tangy, unspeakably erotic. His hips flexed beneath you, and you heard his breath grow ragged.

He caressed your head gently, stroking his hand over your hair and jaw before coming to rest on your shoulders.

“Not gonna last if you keep that up,” he said quietly. “Come up here.”

You gave him one last defiant, flirtatious little suck before you released him, then you began to crawl up to him, kissing a trail up his abdomen and chest. You straddled his hips, kissing and licking your way up his throat, and as you reached his lips, you whispered, “You taste like pussy.”

“Then I must be delicious,” he murmured, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

His tongue slid into your mouth as his cock thrust into your cunt, and for a moment you were overwhelmed with the sensations of him filling you. A fresh wave of arousal had flooded you as you’d pleasured him with your mouth, and he slipped into you easily, rocking into you with his powerful thighs. You braced your fists against the mattress on either side of his head, pressing down to meet his thrusts as you rode him hard and fast, chasing your pleasure with a desperation that started to border on frantic as release continued to elude you.

“Gonna make you come so hard,” he whispered. “And then I’m gonna fill you up. You feel so goddamn good. Can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.”

I’m trying, damn it!

“You feel incredible,” you replied breathlessly, and it was true, so why was this so kriffing difficult?

Your hips were starting to get sore from how long you’d been at it, so you shifted positions, bringing your knees higher and setting a slower pace to try to buy yourself enough time that you’d have the energy to make it to the finish line. Wolffe adjusted instantly, not even needing a verbal cue to understand the message your body sent. You found the angle that pressed his cock against the perfect place inside you, and you focused on trying to get as much stimulation there as you possibly could, cutting out all extraneous movement.

The longer it took, the more anxious and desperate you became. You tried to shut down the voice in your head that whispered, “He’s getting bored,” because you knew it was a lie. All you had to do was look into his beautiful, mismatched eyes to see how much he wanted you. And you were so close. So fucking close, if you could just get out of your own head long enough to let go.

You traced your fingertips across his cheekbone and along his jaw, grazing your thumb across his lips. You pressed gently, parting his lips to brush your thumb against his tongue, and then you leaned down and kissed him deeply, trying to lose yourself in the sensation of his lips and tongue against your own.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as you broke from the kiss and returned your hand to brace against the mattress. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

Please stop talking. You couldn’t say it out loud; what kind of an asshole says something like that in response to a compliment?

“You’re so sexy,” you whispered instead. “You’re amazing at this.”

It was true; he was amazing. Unquestionably the best you’d ever had. In the time you’d been together, he’d learned your body completely, identifying every spot that made you shiver, testing different approaches until he knew exactly how and where you liked to be touched, kissed, caressed. He knew where to use his teeth, and where to use his breath; he knew when you wanted him to be tender, and when you craved roughness. 

He knew you.

He knew you better than anyone ever had, and that made your current predicament even more maddening. Because sometimes it was easy. Sometimes you came so fast that your orgasm surprised both of you. But most of the time, it took more work. A lot more. And sometimes, like this one, you would get so close to the edge that you were only seconds away, only to feel the wave of pleasure ebb and be replaced with frustration and exhaustion.

Please, please, please. Just a little bit more.

Your wrists ached. Your knuckles were raw from grinding them into the sheets. You shifted your weight and lifted one hand off the mattress, stretching your fingers and trying to get the blood flowing to them. He glanced at your hand, then back up into your eyes.

“What can I do?” he asked softly.

“Just… keep going,” you said desperately. “I’m so close—I’m so fucking close, and I just can’t—I can’t—”

Abrupt tears stung your eyes, and you buried your face against his neck to hide them, kissing his chest to try to distract him from your distress.

He wrapped his arms around your body, still rocking into you at the pace you’d set. “Do you want to take a break?”

“No, I want you to come,” you snapped, disappointment sharpening your tone more than you intended.

He stilled immediately. You felt his hand slide up your back to stroke your hair softly.

“Hey,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “Look at me.”

You shook your head and burrowed your face obstinately into the nook where his neck met his shoulder.

“Talk to me, little one,” he urged. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

The dam cracked and then burst. 

“I’m so fucking tired,” you sobbed. “And I can tell you’re getting tired, and I just want it to be good for you, and every time I think I’m getting there, I lose it!”

Mortification swept through you that you were making a scene during such an intimate moment, and you tried to stifle your sobs, but it was too late. You felt him go soft inside you, and then he slipped from your body.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to ruin it for you.”

His arms tightened around you, and he rolled the both of you onto your sides, pulling you close against his body. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

Holding you tightly with one arm, he began to run his hand lightly over your back, comforting you with his touch as he kissed your forehead.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he repeated. “You just got tired. It’s all right, love. It happens.”

“It’s so frustrating,” you confessed. “So many times, I thought I was there, and then something would distract me, and it was just gone.”

“Was it something I did?” he asked.

“No, of course not. It was just… I don’t know. A noise? Or a weird thought that popped into my head at a bad time?” You paused, feeling a little guilty as you remembered that, in fact, you had gotten annoyed at an ill-timed remark from him. “And then the longer it took, the more it stressed me out about how long it was taking, until I was stressing so much about it that that’s all I could think about.”

He moved his hand to your shoulder and began to glide it up and down your arm in long, languid strokes. “Why were you worried about taking too long?”

You paused, unaccountably hesitant to admit the truth. He waited patiently, still caressing your arm, until at last you replied, “I was worried you were getting tired. Or bored. Or—I don’t know…”

His hand stilled in its progress, then slid around your back as he pulled you even closer to him. “I would never get bored with you.”

“But—”

“I love you,” he cut you off firmly. “I love being with you. I love fuckin’ you. You’re gorgeous, and sexy, and kriffin’ amazing in the sack. Do you have any idea how lucky I am? Most men only dream of finding a girl like you, but I got you for real. How the hell would I ever be stupid enough to get bored with someone as goddamn perfect as you?”

You didn’t know what to say. You lay in his arms, clinging tightly to him as the tears finally stopped trickling from your eyes. You shuddered quietly.

“Yeah?” you asked in a tiny whisper.

He rolled you onto your back and moved to lie on top of you so he could look into your eyes.

“Yeah,” he replied.

You swallowed. “I love you, too, you know.”

“I know,” he said with a charming smirk.

He pressed his lips to your sternum as his hand slid lazily up your body to play with your breast. The weight of his body pressed you down into the soft mattress as you cradled his chest between your thighs. You took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, releasing the guilt and stress and self-recrimination you’d built up in your body.

He kissed you again, and again, then he began to work his way across your chest until he drew your nipple into his mouth, brushing his tongue over your skin as he sucked gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You felt a spark of renewed arousal, but with it came a surge of anxiety that rose insistently in your mind.

“Wolffe,” you whispered. “I don’t know if I can. I really am exhausted.”

He looked up at you as he continued to tease your breast. At last, he released your nipple from his lips, giving you a devilish smile.

“What if we tried something else?”

You couldn’t help the way your lips curved into an answering smile when he looked at you like that. “What did you have in mind?”

He pushed himself up off of you and leaned over to rummage through your nightstand until he retrieved a vibrator—the one you’d once jokingly called “Old Faithful��� for its uncanny ability to get you off like clockwork.

“I want you to fuck yourself with this,” he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly pitch. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”

Your breath stuttered to a halt, your eyes widening and your heart beginning to pound at the idea. Your gaze flicked from the toy to his eyes and back again.

“Wh—what about you?” you stammered.

“Don’t you worry about me,” he replied. He switched on the vibrator and traced it down your abdomen, making you twitch as its buzz tickled your skin. “Will you?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, taking the toy from him. “How do you want me?”

“Whatever way works best for you.”

You thought about trying to pose for him, to put on a show, but you knew instinctively that wasn’t what he was after. If he’d wanted to watch a counterfeit, staged orgasm, he would have just found a holoporn. No. He wanted the real thing. He wanted to see your genuine pleasure.

“All right,” you whispered.

You took the toy from him, and he moved off of your body to lie next to you, observing you closely. You adjusted the settings to your preferred speed and pattern, then took a deep breath and began.

The instant you touched the vibrator to your clit, your entire body tensed, and you gasped quietly. You glanced at Wolffe and found his gaze riveted to your pussy, his one good pupil dilated so wide you could barely see the amber ring of his iris around its inky depths. You felt a little self-conscious until you saw the way his lips parted slightly as his breath became heavy. 

You pushed yourself back into the pillow and closed your eyes as you adjusted the angle of the toy, pressing it exactly as you needed it. With your free hand, you began to play with your breast, caressing and squeezing and rolling your nipple between your fingertips. You felt the warmth of his hand as it settled onto your leg and then slid up your thigh. Your opposite leg curled up to brace your foot against the bed, opening your stance wider as you moved the vibrator exactly the way you needed it.

“Fuck,” he rasped hoarsely, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin. His fingers grazed lightly over your pussy, but quickly withdrew.

“You can touch me,” you gasped.

He didn’t move immediately, and you continued to work yourself closer and closer to your orgasm, feeling the tension gather in your body and begin to tighten in on your center. Then his fingertips brushed over your cunt again, and you felt his lips and tongue descend on your hip. He didn’t try to take control, just touched you softly, kissing and licking and watching as you played with yourself. 

You adjusted your position again, bringing your leg against his body, and you felt his slick, rigid cock press hard against you. You whimpered, so turned on you couldn’t even form words, and in response, he ground his erection against you. He kissed across your pelvis until he reached your belly, pressing his face into you.

“I’m so close,” you panted.

“Kriff, me too,” he growled.

His fingertip grazed into you, and your body jerked as you gasped sharply. He froze, and without thinking, you moved your hand away from your breast to grab his wrist and push him deeper. With an urgent grunt, he began to move his finger, stroking exactly where he knew you needed him.

Abruptly, your hips arched off the bed, and you let out an inhuman wail. If your brain had been functioning, you might have also heard Wolffe’s rough groan, but at the moment, you were aware of nothing but blinding, shattering pleasure as your body finally found the release it had been denied for so many hours. You jerked the vibrator away as the intensity suddenly became too much, and your body convulsed again and again until at last you collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.

Wolffe covered you with frantic kisses, crawling up your body until he reached your face. His body hovered over you as his tongue brushed between your lips and flooded your mouth with his taste. Your arms wrapped around his torso as your legs tightened around his hips, and you pulled him into you. His cock slid easily, and he thrust hard and fast, fucking you through the last tremors of your orgasm.

He came within seconds, flooding you with heat as he thrust hard, one last time, burying his cock as deep as he could inside your body. He stayed there, his entire body taut, until at last he exhaled a hard breath and relaxed onto you. His lips broke away from yours, and he rested his forehead against the pillow next to your head.

“Fuck,” he panted, the word hot against your ear. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

You stroked your hands up and down his back, digging your nails lightly into his skin. He groaned and slumped heavily against your body. You loved the weight of him on top of you, but before long, you began to wheeze quietly as you struggled to draw breath. He heard the shift and immediately rolled off of you, pulling you against himself as he came to rest on the bed.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you pressed your lips to his chest.

He laughed quietly. “Thank you. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” 

“Worth the wait?” you asked.

“Worth everything,” he murmured, drawing you even closer. “Everything, and more. You always have been.”

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Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader Fluff/angst 18+ for suggestive mentions WK - 4.3k TW for homophobic slurs Closeted reader and Robin, first kiss, first date, drive in date, Steddie setting up Robin and reader.

The overhead bell at Family Video dinged above you as you pushed your way into the air conditioned storefront.

“Right on time.” Steve said from the checkout counter. 

He was glancing down at his watch, boyfriend and best friend huddled around him as usual. You’d made a habit of checking out two or three movies every week just to have an excuse to wander over from your job at the record shop next door. 

“I take lunch at two o’clock every day, dingus.” You replied. 

Robin couldn’t help but to smile. She’d noticed you’d picked up that nickname for Steve after hearing her call him it a time or two. 

But she couldn’t smile for too long. Couldn’t let her eyes linger too heavily on the fray of your denim shorts — or more accurately, the flawless skin that sat just beneath it like a colliding estuary. Couldn’t let you know that she adored you in that way. 

Robin took a step back when you approached the counter. Sometimes she felt scared to even be around you, like you could smell the fag shedding off of her. As if she was sickly. Contagious. That’s what people would say behind her back if they knew. 

“Got anything new in?” You asked while sliding Steve the VHS you’d barely had for twenty-four hours. 

“Since you came in yesterday?” He cocked an eyebrow, “No.” 

“New release at the drive-in tonight though. Elm Street 4.” Eddie mentioned from your side of the desk. It was so miserable out that even he’d shed the leather jacket you typically saw him wearing, settling for a simple all black get up with that telling bandana hanging out the back of his jeans. 

“Eh, let me know when it comes in. Last time I went to the drive-in alone some high schooler tried to hop in my passenger seat and cop a feel.” You mentioned. 

You were content with watching re-runs on television late into the night while curled up on your sofa, you supposed. But a part of you wished you could just ask Robin to accompany you to that fucking movie. 

“No goddamn way she’s not into chicks,” your co-workers told you to every time you came back from leaning over that fucking service desk during your half hour lunch. “She hangs out with Steve and Eddie all day, for fuck’s sake!”

Fuck, how you wished you could believe it as easily as they did. Even if you did believe it, it was easier just to protect your ego. 

What if you made a move and she wasn’t into it? Would she recoil like she’d been shocked by a live wire? Maybe she’d use one of those hurtful words that you’d only heard while kissing girls outside of bars in the city. It was less painful to not take the chance. At least this way you could admire her from afar — on your lunch break, while she was dressed in that adorable uniform that fit her so well. 

“Why don’t you go with her, Robin?” Steve said, ripping you out of your daydream and forcing fear up your spine like the knived fingers of Krueger himself. “You love the Elm Street movies.”

Robin’s baby blues widened from sudden anxiety. She used them to stare at Steve frantically, as if he hadn’t been the one to just thrust her into this situation in the first place. Instead, all she received from him was raised eyebrows and a humored smile while her own mouth failed to produce words. 

“I, uh—” Robin stuttered, “I think I close tonight, actually!”

“Negative. Harrington closes tonight.” Eddie replied with cheek. Of course he had his own boyfriend’s work schedule down pat. God only knows how they defiled that check-out counter once Robin left those two alone in the evenings. 

You cocked an eyebrow at her. The way your bubblegum peeked out from between your teeth when your lips parted into a smile had her wondering how sugary sweet it tasted — how sugary sweet you tasted. 

“Don’t wanna be seen in my hatchback, Buckley? I’ll let you play DJ on the way there.”

Robin could feel the blood pumping through her veins. Every beat of her heart became so increasingly violent she could hear it in her ears. Of course she wanted to sit shotgun to you while you toted her around, but even the occupation of passenger princess came with its anxieties. What music to play, directions to give, do you hold a conversation or is that too distracting?

“Yes.” She burped out, and it sounded much like a bubble popping or a bullfrog croaking late in the night. All three of you looked at her with confusion. 

“Yes, what?” You asked. “Yes, we’re going?”

“Ye—yeah, that. Let’s go!” She continued after flitting her eyes to Steve and then immediately away. “I get off at six, movie starts at seven. Pick me up at my house?”

She followed the question with that nervous, adorable half-smile you often saw — and adored — right after she did something embarrassing, but there was no excuse to be embarrassed here. 

“Okay.” You said with disbelief. “Okay, yeah. You live off of Rosewood, right?”

She nodded through a broken grin and you began backing up toward the door. There was still plenty of time left on your lunch break, but suddenly Family Video felt even hotter than late August in Indiana and you needed air. Why was there no air in this goddamn building?

“Great,” you said in time with the bell above the front door. “Cool. I’ll be there.”

**********

“Cool, you finally asked her on a date!”

“I didn’t ask her on a date,” you told Mitch, your coworker, for the fifth time. “And I don’t even think it’s a date! Harrington kinda just set us up on some weird playdate like moms do with their socially awkward kids so they can get some alone time.”

You’d been trying for the past two hours to sort through the boxes of new inventory, but with your brain so scrambled, Blondie and Bowie read the exact same. Besides, you couldn’t get that adorable pout out of your head. The way Robin had looked so pitiful when she’d realized you were making an abrupt escape from such a sticky situation.

Sticky, because sometimes being queer felt like a glue trap sitting on your skin. Like you were a little mouse frantically trying to pull yourself free, or a fly hanging midair on a strip of paper. Sometimes you thought it might kill you.

“What’re you gonna wear?” Tiffany asked from behind the register. 

You looked down at your sprawled out form, comfortable and covered in records on the floor of the shop.

“This?”

“That?” She asked again. “You look like fucking Munson.”

It was true that you and Eddie shared a few qualities, at least when it came to style. The frayed hem of your shorts tickled your thighs and was mostly chosen for aesthetic purposes, but the cut off sleeves of your Iron Maiden t-shirt were purely practical. It was too goddamn hot to not show a little skin. 

“Robin dresses like a fucking dad. I’m wearing this, Tiff.” You reiterated.

Tiffany shrugged and went back to her counting, as if to say something along the lines of, “It’s your funeral.”

You stood in front of your mirror after your shift that afternoon.

Would it be your funeral if you wore the same outfit you’d been seen in earlier that evening? Maybe Robin didn’t like the way you dressed. If she didn’t like your cut offs, this very well could be the death of something that hadn’t even started yet. 

You held up top after top in front of your chest, shorts after shorts before your waist and nothing seemed perfect. You wouldn’t wear a dress to the movies with a straight girl – which is all that you could assume Robin was, and all she could assume you were as well. So you remained in your cut off shorts and Iron Maiden tank top while sliding your sunglasses off of your forehead to face the blinding late afternoon rays. Grabbing your keys off of the counter seems like a battle in and of itself, as if holding them in your hand meant that you had to get in your car and make a fool of yourself, but you combated that thought by snatching them up quickly. Hardly giving yourself enough time to talk yourself out of the date that you’d been set up on. 

But calling it that was dangerous. Presumptions got people killed. That’s what Steve and Eddie and Tiffany and Mitch failed to understand. 

You’d heard the stories in the city. They were talked about loudly while you flirted with girls at gay bars in Indianapolis — how another queer teenager had been killed, a casualty of the growing “gay panic” that seemed to be the excuse of every homophobic, bloodthirsty meathead that was looking for an excuse to rough someone up. 

Those thoughts faded away with the roar of your engine, and soon you were heading down Peony Circle, then Dahlia Street, and then Rosewood Drive. You recognized her house from the many birthday parties your mother had forced you to go to as a kid, until birthday parties became uncool — or at least until Robin stopped handing out invitations. 

She was waiting outside for you. And Jesus Christ, the way she knocked her knees together while sitting on the front steps of her porch caused you to pump the brake just a little bit harder. 

You liked Robin’s freckles the most. You liked how they didn’t stop at her cheeks, rather decorated her body in constellations. Even her shins and arms. Now that she was out of her Family Video uniform and adorned in a more comfortable pair of shorts and tank top, you could see the spots splattered across her chest, too, and that alone made heat fill your face. 

“I think I prefer your uniform.” You teased as she plopped herself down into your passenger seat. 

“Oh, shut up.” Robin spat with no malice, but the rasp of her voice never failed to make your heart swell. “I can’t believe you don’t have one. How long do we have?”

You glanced at the clock on your dashboard and signaled a three and then a zero with your free hand while popping a cigarette between your lips with the other. 

“Want one?” You asked. 

And to your soul crushing dismay, Robin visibly recoiled. 

“Gross.”

Immediately, back into the pack it went. 

She chose a Joan Jett & the Blackhearts album for the drive, which was to be expected. It wasn’t like you had any Madonna or Bowie albums lying around for her to choose from. And even if it wasn’t exactly her style, Robin put her feet up on your dashboard and tapped her toes along to the beat of Crimson and Clover like she’d been here before. Like you picking her up and toting her around was an everyday occurrence. Like she belonged in your passenger seat. 

“I got it.” You told her when she tried to hand you a few crumpled up dollars as you pulled up to the gate, then handed the teller a fiver. Enough to cover the bill for both of you. The drive-in on a Friday night was a lot like a no man’s land. Everyone in Hawkins seemed to flock there for a bit of entertainment and respite from the summer heat once the sun went down. The layout was structured:

In the first set of rows were families with screaming, playing children and nervous first dates. Little boys and girls running around outside of cars with bubble wands and teenage couples who got there earlier enough for a good parking spot, that way there was no pressure to make out or fool around in the back seat once the stars aligned. In the second rows were those that needed the stars to align. The lovestruck couples that couldn’t wait for the lights to dim over Indiana, just so they could get a taste of each other. The second batch or rows meant heated touches and wandering hands, fogged up windows and cries muffled into a cigarette burnt seat cushion. It was sweaty, once in a lifetime summertime teenage love that one looks back on well into their life and reminisces just for a moment before continuing on with their day. 

Had you gotten there earlier, maybe you could have been one of those second rowers. God knows you needed the stars to align. You needed Robin to be like you, needed someone in this town besides fucking Steve and Eddie to be queer and not be afraid to show it. 

Instead, you parked your hatchback at the very back of the lot, where high schoolers and washed up jocks roamed the gravel like lions during a feeding frenzy.

“You’re sure about this?” Robin asked, nerves settling into her throat and weeping out through her tone of voice. You could see it painted on her face when she glanced past you and noticed Jason Carver leaned against the hood of his car, still sporting his letterman jacket from three years ago.

“We can go grab a movie at work and go back to yours instead?”

“I think we’ll be okay.” You said while flashing her a half-hearted smile, “Just… lock your door.” But the look on Andy’s face when you stole another glance their direction told you that you would make a liar out of yourself by the end of the night, and there was something comforting about knowing that maybe the universe was about to start making decisions on your behalf. Concessions came around shortly before the movie began, and you bought a large popcorn and two sodas. You let the bucket rest between the two of you and were careful to not put your hand anywhere near it when hers was there — as if one touch was all it would take. The simple brushing of a few fingers, and she would begin calling you that ugly “F” word.

“Does Steve do this to you often?” You asked when there was hardly any light left in the sky. Just a few more minutes, and you wouldn’t feel the need to make small talk. You could enjoy the movie in peace and go back to admiring Robin from afar tomorrow, just like you preferred doing.

“Set you up on playdates, I mean.” You continued when she scrunched up her eyebrows in an adorable manner. 

“Oh, uh…” She said while glancing down at her hands, and you were afraid then that you might’ve offended her. “He just wants me to make more girlfriends — FRIENDS! Friends, I mean!”

She stuttered, and her baby blues became wide. But she snapped them up to you, and as more words came tumbling out of her mouth, you were just thankful that she was actually looking at you again.

“Friends. I don’t really have any besides Steve and Eddie, but no, they don’t do this often.”

Now you were the one furrowing your brow, along with the cock of your head. You turned sideways in your seat to face her.

“You don’t think we’re friends?” You asked.

Robin shrugged. “Are we? This is the first time we’ve hung out since we were in grade school.”

“I come to see you every day at work.” You slipped.

And with those words slipped your heart.

Little did you know, Robin’s heart slipped, too. Right out of her chest. She would’ve bet money that had she looked down, that still beating organ would’ve been a bloody mess at her feet and she would’ve had to apologize for dirtying up your floorboards. 

“You’re visiting me?” She asked quietly, mouth slightly ajar.

“Not Steve?” is what she wanted to follow with, as she was more than used to seeing Steve upsell like a pro daily with the ladies at Family Video — even if they did know that he was dating Eddie.

Even with the truth laid out before her on a silver platter, Robin still refused to believe it. 

And by the grace of God, before you were forced to answer with a gut wrenching, moment defining confession, the big screen lit up and A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master began its opening credits. 

You turned forward in your seat, and Robin continued to rasp her fingernail against the side of that sweating Coca-Cola cup as the movie played on. Anxiety riddled thoughts played out in her head in rapid fire succession, so quickly that each jump scare didn’t cause hardly a flinch as she stared forward.

You’d been visiting her. In your cut off shorts and tank tops that’s been sliced down the sides. Every day, for months. Had those movies gone unwatched, or had you actually taken all of her recommendations to heart and played them over and over again in the darkness of your living room? Had you invited another girl along to watch them with you? Maybe they hadn’t even made it out of the record store. You’d left them there overnight just as an excuse to bring them back the next morning to see her again. And you were punching yourself for talking so much. Because everything was ruined now, wasn’t it? Robin would know you were a dyke, a fag, and she’d duck into the back of the store every time you came to snag a peek at those constellation-like freckles that darkened with the summer sun.

But all thoughts, yours and Robin’s alike, came to a screeching halt when faced with that damned waterbed scene. 

A beautiful blonde, completely nude, hair splayed out around her, breasts pressed against translucent rubber. She was unrealistic. Not perfect, just unattainable, but that was what made Joey — and you — so fixated on her. 

You had to move. You could feel your limbs tensing up, as if they were about to creak like the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz. You slipped your hand to the center console to grab a fistful of popcorn. Even if you weren’t hungry, you had to pretend like you weren’t sweating bullets, right? Had to pretend that you didn’t feel like some undercover agent that was being talked about in the third person. But why did the girl on the screen have to be so pretty? You couldn’t help but to stare, and the warm butter mixed with the stickiness of summer air forced a whole new sensation to befall you. The sensation of everything closing in, of it all coming to a head, to an end. And then, there was skin. 

Robin’s fingers met yours at the center of the popcorn bucket, and she was sure that her heart stopped. It might have minutes ago when that girl had popped up on the screen, but it was nonexistent now. 

And you didn’t move your hand away when it met hers, despite it feeling much like a jolt of electricity racing through your entire body. That momentary effervescence, it was enough to get you through the stress of living in a world that didn’t understand.

But it wasn’t long lasting, as a chili dog thrown with the force of a football hit your back windshield full speed. You ripped your hand away from Robin’s, nearly knocking the bucket of popcorn all over her in the process. 

“Fuck!” You mumbled to yourself. From the driver’s side mirror, you saw Jason and Andy approaching your window. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It was Andy who tapped against the glass with knuckles calloused from years of playing sports, and you bit the inside of your cheek while rolling the window down. 

“First date?” Jason grinned from outside of your car. 

“Go fuck yourself, Carver.” You spat with immediate regret. 

But then Robin’s elbow seemed to bump yours near the center console, and whether it was on accident or purpose you couldn’t be sure, but that skin to skin contact allowed you to ground yourself a bit this time around. 

“Just trying to enjoy our movie.” You continued, and never once did you dare meet eyes with either of them. 

Because last time you had, well, they’d seen too much.

You and some redhead tangled up in each other beneath a streetlight in a sparse parking lot. You’d thought you were the last ones out of The Hideout that night, but you’d been wrong, and they’d witnessed it all. Every bit of your mouth on hers, her hands around your waist, and the way you’d ushered her quickly into your car once you caught a glimpse of your audience. 

“Right.” Andy drawled, and you saw him lean past you to look at Robin in the passenger seat. “Know what else she enjoys?”

“Andy,” You bargained with a nervous smile covered by your fingers, eyes closed gently so you wouldn’t have to witness the explosion of what could have been. 

But Robin was already anticipating his next words, and her heart hurt for you.

“She’s butch.” He said loudly, “A fuckin’ dyke, y’know? Right here in Hawkins.”

There it was, the final nail in your coffin. You could feel the pity shedding off of Robin from the seat over, and perhaps that was the worst part of all. 

“Come on.” She whispered. The blood and gore playing out before you was nothing compared to how absolutely gutted you felt inside, and Robin could certainly sense that. “Let’s just go home.”

“Home?” Jason teased. 

From what little you could see through your back window, you noticed a third figure blocking your exit.

“So you lesbos can scissor it up in private? That’s what you came here for.” He continued, and your hand slowly made their way toward the keys that sat in the uncranked ignition. “Go on, give us a show. Just like you did at the bar.”

With the roar of your engine, Patrick McKinney scarcely missed getting snagged in the ass with the edge of your bumper. You peeled out of there, dodging roughhousing teenagers and kids that were just heading back to their parents with fresh buckets of popcorn just alike. You could hear your heart thumping like a drum in your ears, could feel the tears prickling the corners of your eyes — but you wouldn’t cry. Not yet. 

It wasn’t until you pulled up in front of your apartment and let your knuckles soften around the steering wheel that you realized what you’d done.

“I didn’t — I didn’t mean to bring you back here.” You sighed while shaking away the thoughts in your head like an Etch-A-Sketch. “Like, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to—”

“I don’t think anything.” Robin interrupted. 

She hadn’t put her feet up on the dashboard during the drive back. Hell, she hadn’t even put her seatbelt on — which was uncharacteristic of a hypochondriac. Instead, she’d sat there holding her hands in her lap, disbelieving of what she’d just found out to be true.

She wasn’t alone. In this small, backwoods town — there was someone like her. 

You washed your hand over your face and contemplated where to go from there, and after a moment, you knew what you wanted to do.

“They weren’t lying, you know.” You laughed, and then looked at her for the first time in what felt like ages.

And the look you saw on Robin’s face, surprisingly, was not that of disgust. But one of hope. A light sheen covered her waterline, as if she’d just been granted her dying wish — kinship.

“I kiss girls.” You said while running your hand through your hair. “Like, a lot. Almost exclusively, actually. I just don’t want you to think that I was trying to bring you home, or that I was trying to pull anything weir—”

But everything past that first sentence was lost on Robin’s ears. The next thing she knew, her mouth was moving without permission from her brain.

“No, I kiss girls, too!” She blurted out, and then squeezed her eyes together with embarrassment. 

You smiled, and she spoke quickly to save herself.

“I mean, in theory.” She corrected, “I would love to kiss a girl! I haven’t actually kissed a girl. I mean, it isn’t like there are tons of options in Hawkins. But if I had the chance — I mean, if the right girl came along—”

“Robin,” you interrupted, and her chest deflated with relief. 

You reached forward to place a gentle hand on her cheek, and it almost seemed right that all of this was happening under the cover of the night. Like it was made easier for her because of it. You could feel the heat in her cheeks, and she could feel the pulse thumping away in your thumb as you brushed her temple. 

“Do you want me to kiss you?” You asked.

And with a sigh, as if she’d been waiting for you to ask since you’d first set foot in Family Video some months ago, she replied.

“Please.”

So you did. You leaned across your center console, and her lips were just as plush and pillow soft against yours as they looked. It was everything that you’d anticipated, everything that those second rowers back at the drive-in were chasing after. Robin tasted like a cotton candy summertime sunset that would soon fade into a cashmere sweater, and there was no better way to explain that other than the cusp of summer and fall was your favorite. She was your favorite. 

When you pulled away, you could see by the way her eyes remained closed that perhaps you were her favorite, too.

[bumblebeebats]

Learning piano is actually a curse bc (if you are me) you love it as a kid but then you grow up and move out and can't afford a piano of your own and then every time you walk past a piano in a public place you're like "Oh whoah, I'd love to go and play that piano" except you can't bc a) fool that you are, you forgot to bring your sheet music to the airport b) that would make you the Piano Guy, which is like a Guitar Guy (a.k.a. the guy who always insists on bringing out his guitar at parties and playing the uncomfortably personal songs for his girlfriend while everyone else stands about wondering just how many verses Hey There, Delilah has, exactly) except it comes with drastically higher expectations. You get within ten feet of that piano and everyone's like "Ooooooh my god!! Helen, honey, someone's going to play the piano!! Get out your phone!! I can see the Buzzfeed article with my stolen TikTok on it already: AIRPORT GOTH SHOCKS CROWD WITH FLAWLESS RENDITION OF RACHMANINOFF'S CONCERTO NO. 2" except it's been 10 years since you played anything so that's almost certainly not what's going to happen, and you mostly only ever played Homestuck music anyway, so that's why we ought to start hothousing 7yos to be EDM DJs instead

[janesaridoll]

Birthday princess 

pairing || woc!reader x mob!ari levinson

genera || fluff.

summary || how’s Ari dealing with someone trying to disrespect his girl.

wordcount || 2,4K

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A vicious man who will go to any length to make his sweetheart smile.

Growing up, Ari enjoyed his mother's elaborate celebrations, where everything had to be extravagantly flawless—whether they were birthday parties, wedding anniversaries, or charity events. He thinks his mother did all that to compensate for her husband, his father’s harsh reality.

He especially gets excited whenever his birthday is nearing, he loved when he was ten and he loves it now, almost thirty seven years old.

Even though, it's different from when he was younger, he still enjoyed it. However, the idea of someone not celebrating their milestone were awful to him, So when he found out his precious girl never celebrated her birthday he was horrified.

He couldn’t fathom that someone not celebrating their birthday especially someone as sweet as his girl.

Your birthday was never acknowledged by your parents. Not even a happy birthday was said. Although, your siblings celebrated theirs, no one ever seemed to remember yours.

As you got older, you just forget about it. You knew you missed something, but there was nothing you could do to persuade your parents to celebrate your birthday because they always had some excuse not to.

At first, you resisted Ari's insistence on throwing you a birthday party. Therefore, Ari did not celebrate your first birthday together as he had intended while you two were together. But of course he did do something to celebrate.

He took you to an upscale restaurant, after both of you finished eating, he gave you your gift; an elegant pair of earrings. That was the first time anyone had ever given you anything. You were appreciative, till this day you never taken them off.

The following year, when your birthday approached, Ari broached the subject once more, you told him you didn't care and that what you both did last year was enough yet Ari didn't think so. He wants to give you the experience of celebrating your birthday properly.

After much persuasion, you agreed to the birthday party, Ari got his mother's party planner number in order for you to contact her to plan your birthday, he didn’t set a budget for it; just told you to do what your heart desired.

"I want everything to go as smoothly as possible, Steve, I don't want anything to go wrong," Ari says as he sips from his brownish liquor.

"Of course, I'll tell Peter to oversee everything," you'd assume from the way they're both talking seriously in their black suits that it had to be about business. No, it's Ari's princess 24th birthday celebration. Which, if you think about it, is more important.

Ethan, your bodyguard and friend, is racing with with staff members making sure everything is perfect for your birthday, including the lights, decorations, DJ, food and drinks.

“She even got Ethan to do all the work” steve mumbled to Ari who let out a chuckle “I can’t believe he’s the toughest one of our men” He sips the rest of his drink before smiling to himself “wait for me in the werehouse” Steve only nodded.

He went upstairs to the guest bedroom where you had your makeup artist and hairstylist stay because Ari doesn't like it when people are in his room.

He stared at you from the doorway, completely captivated; the expression of happiness in your eyes brought happiness to him as well; he can't believe someone could be so cruel as to not love or spoil you in the way you deserve.

"Can you leave us for a minute?" As soon as he said it, the room quieted down, and your best friend, Nat, who you met through Ari's friends, spoke up, "sure, we will be outside," she patted your shoulder. She had already dressed in a black silk dress, done her makeup beautifully with smokey eyes and her signature red lipstick that matches her hair, she looks stunning.

"You look pretty," he began, staring at you from the mirror “you do, too," you said, turning around to face him.

He takes a step closer to you, as soon as he is within reach, you wrap your hand around his neck, drawing him closer to you, tilting your heads up to lock your gaze on him smiling lovingly.

"Ethan needs a day off tomorrow," when you noticed that the party planner were demanding you gave her Ethan's phone number so she could organize everything with him rather than you, you just told them what you want the theme of your party.

He initially objected, after all, he is the toughest man. But he agreed simply because he likes you and he wants you to have the nicest and most memorable birthday celebration ever.

"Sure, anything you want." Even Ari is taking a day off tomorrow, he wants to spend it with you while business is calm nowadays.

"You spoil me a lot," you said, kissing his jaw. He smiled “that's the least I could do for you. honey"

"Thank you, I love you too much." You kissed him again. "I love you too."

"I’m leaving for a bit; I've got a business to take care of, and I’ll be back before the party starts."

"Why?" You pout. Is he going to skip your birthday? You know it was stupid. You shouldn’t have agreed. Maybe your parents is right; it is a waste of time.

"They need me there; it won’t take too long, maybe an hour max," he told you while curdling your face between his large hands and kissing your lips softly.

“You promise?” You smiled softly at him.

"Absolutely,I wouldn’t miss it for the world” he replied, you kissed him again.

“I’ll leave you now to finish, honey."

“Okay be careful”

“Always”

He left, and the girls returned to do their tasks. Wanda followed Nat into the room; it appears that your friends are already showing up, so you should finish quickly.

“Hey! Nat told me you invited Ema?” Wanda said as soon as she’s stepped beside you, “hello to you too” you turned to her smiling.

“Im sorry babe” she kissed your cheek before continuing “is it true?”

“Yes, i thought it would be rude to invite all of our friend group except her!”

Nat spoke looking at Wanda “told you”

“Yep, she’s tooooo nice” Wanda replied.

“I don’t know, Ari is inviting his friends and business partners, his mom and sisters are coming as well as their friends, so I think it would be crowded and she won’t be a bother!”

“I hope so” Nat said before looking at Wanda who was fixing her red dress, adjusting her breasts “what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna go see Ethan, wish me luck” Wanda and Ethan has been flirting a lot lately, you know they would end up together it was just a matter of time.

Everyone has arrived an hour and a half later, including your friends, Ari's friends, and family. Nat helped you dressing up in your pink gown, you wore your jewelry as well. Wanda is working as your personal photographer; she took many photos of you before you had to go downstairs so the party could begin.

When the DJ announced your entrance, everyone's eyes turned to you, yelling and clapping, while your eyes scanned the the place looking for Ari.

As soon as your gaze latched on him, you smiled brightly, relaxing for a while before getting down and everyone began to approach you, wishing you a happy birthday.

You were quite apprehensive because it was the first time you had ever been the center of attention at any form of event.

Nat gave you a microphone so you could thank everyone who came to celebrate with you, and you specifically thanked Ari, none of this would happened if it weren’t for him. You wished them a good evening.

After you handed the DJ the microphone, you felt like you were being crushed in a hug by someone, and when you looked down, you discovered it was Ari's younger sister, Amara.

“Happy Birthday!!!!!” She said screaming a bit. You laughed before hugging her back.

“Stop squeezing my girl to death” Ari teased his sister before greeting his mom and his older sister Sadie.

When Amara separated from you Sadie hugged you, as well as his mother.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart; i loved the party theme!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Levinson," you respectfully said. The elder woman scoffs at you, "sweetheart, we've been through this a lot! Please call me Freya; you make me feel old."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll start calling you Freya," you said hesitantly, knowing she had told you that several times but you always forgot. Your mother taught you to never address someone by their first name; instead, use Mr. or Mrs.

Sadie looked around “are we finally going to meet your family?”

Your communication with your family has diminished since you left for college; you text and call, but they don't reach out to you as frequently as you would want. It's what they've wanted ever since you were born. To forget all about you.

You gave them an invitation to your party, but they did not respond. And when you called they didn’t pick up, No surprise.

You didn’t tell Ari that, you didn’t want him to feel sorry for you. But he can see it in your face when his sister mentioned your family.

“Oh they’re busy, they couldn’t make it!” You hoped your excuse was believed and by the look they gave you they did.

After a small talk they left to join other people for dance and chatting.

Ari left you alone for a minute to talk with his friends while you drank and danced with your friends.

Hours later, it was time to cut the cake, two servants brought the cake to a table in front of you. Ari hand wrapped around your waist while your hand was on top of his, him and everyone else singing happy birthday for you.

"Make a wish!" Nat called for you, and everyone else joined her, you giggled before closing your eyes and making a wish.

After opening your eyes and blowing on the candle, everyone clapped and whistled for you.

"I want to show you something," Ari whispered in your ear. You turned around, looking into his eyes. "What?"

"Come with me," he said, taking your hand a bit further and directing you to the double massive doors, which opened immediately.

A Rolls-Royce Ghost in Champagne Rose pulled in, you could hear the stunned screams of the people surrounding you; you were as surprised as they were.

“Oh my god!!, you didn’t!!!” You looked between Ari and the car, Ethan stepped out of the car, passing the keys to Ari, who handed them to you.

“All yours baby” you jumped on him, hugging him firmly, thanking him constantly “I love you i love you i love you!!”

Nat and Wanda came close to you both “girl you have to take us for a ride!!”

“I can’t wait to show off my first car ever!!” You smiled big and jumped up and down while clapping.

Wanda smiled “let me take pictures of you with the car!” She took her phone out and you got beside the car posing while she took a couple of pictures of you.

You grabbed Ari hand wanting him in the pictures. He smiled before letting you posing him in whatever way you wanted.

If he could, he would have given you the entire world without asking, but for the time being, he will give you anything your heart desire.

Life has its own way of repaying you. While you spent the previous twenty-three years begging someone to spare you a glance, right now you could ask for anything and it wouldn’t be trouble to give.

From behind, an irritating loud noise was heard. "I told you that he is her sugar daddy!!" Everyone fell silent, wondering who it was.

Your smile faded slightly; you weren't a particularly confrontational person to begin with. People would walk all over you while you excused them. You were too kind and too afraid to ever react to anyone.

“Who said that?" Ari stated calmly yet furiously, everyone got quiet surprised at the person who is brave enough to insult Ari’s girl

Wanda and Nat exchanged knowing glances. Finally, Ema made a fool of herself in front of Ari.

They know Ari doesn't accept disrespect, especially to those who don't deserve it, and to disrespect his girl? Oh, she just dug up her grave.

“Ema did," Nat answered, unconcerned about your glares.

Ari doesn't want to ruin your first birthday celebration, but he can't let this individual get away with it.

When he observed a girl who appeared shaking with fear, everyone's gaze was drawn to her, he knew it was her, and he approached her moved in front of her eye sight, almost nothing can stand between them.

"There are two reasons for saying this; one is that you are jealous because no one has ever loved you enough to provide you with something you desired, or YOU don't deserve to be loved or cared for like i do with my girl, I believe the latter it is," he said as calm as he can be

He could hear Wanda and Nat laughing mockingly at her. Finally, someone standing up to this bitch.

“Get the fuck out of my house and don't ever think of disrespecting my girl; or the next time you won't have a tongue to talk with; are we clear?" She nodded so quickly

“Good," he said, motioning for two of his guards to accompany her out; Bucky pointed out for the DJ to play some music to keep the party going.

Wanda yelled “ oh my god i love this song”

Her and Nat went dancing on the dance floor, while everyone else seemed to have forgotten what had happened and continued to have fun.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Ari spoke to you in hushed tones.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, smiling back. "Do you know this is the first time I've seen you in your mob mode?"

“Really??” Ari was taken aback, saying, "I hope I didn't scare you."

"You did not, thank you for standing up for me; I really thought inviting her to my party would make her nice to me," you said, "I didn't want to divide our group into two sides."

"Sometimes, honey, being nice to someone so low is not the solution; if they don't respect you, they have to go; it's either they do or they don't." His huge hands comforted you by moving circles behind your back.

You thought for a moment about what he said "Yeah, you're right"

You got closer to him, your lips almost touching, "do you want to take my new car for a ride?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

[the-gateway-to-madness]

@thesadpuffin

Behold, your very own high school radio station kids to play around with or ignore as you please. If this school does not have its own radio station, please assume they found a way to make their own, because these imbeciles absolutely would.

Shisi concepts:

17

Favorite color: seafoam green

Favorite drink: Sprite

Favorite food: any fresh bread, but especially sourdough

Would be from Kakariko

ASMR girl energy

Very quiet and calm

The one in charge

Aroace or just casually disinterested in drama, idk/idc which (both probably)

DJs Mon-Wed-Fri after school

The only neurotypical

She weightlifts. I didn't think of this until after drawing her, so she looks slimmer than she should, but it fits her so I'm adding it.

Torenn concepts:

16

Favorite color: teal

Favorite drink: Fanta lemon

Favorite food: Fish, shrimp, and crab (he doesn't like lobster)

Would be from Lurelin

Works and repairs all the tech involved

✨️autism✨️

A little nervous, follows the rules well enough to keep their station from being shut down by the school

Long n skinny with no muscle so his clothes are all baggy to be long enough

Flawless deadpan

DJs Tues-Thurs after school

Kyta concepts:

16

Favorite color: Purple

Favorite drink: fruit punch

Favorite food: chicken cordon bleu

Would be from Hateno

Knows a wide range of music

DJs on weekends because she's the only one willing to, and also runs the music for things like sporting events (she likes to play dramatic music when Revali goes out on the field, because she thinks it's funny when he gets mad)

✨️adhd and autism✨️

Has a running joke with herself about how many hair ties she can carry on her person

Refuses to wear the skirt

Ships Zelink. Torenn and Shisi don't get it

Gremlin energy- talks on live radio like she's making tumblr posts, her only concession to the rules is not swearing (she thinks it's funnier to use stuff like "fiddlesticks" and "horsefeathers" on air and watch Shisi and Torenn cringe, anyway)

"and today on friendships that just seem really nice: that one sporty dude whose hair is better than mine- Lonk, I think, right? And Zeeta! ... Link and Zelda, apparently. Torenn is making faces at me- oh there he goes again. Uh. Link and Zelda, if you're listening- which I bet a dollar y'ain't- sorry about the lonk and zeeta thing."

She sings, and also sews! If she ever managed to meet Link and Zelda she'd make them matching flannel frog plushes with each others' eye and hair colors included in the color schemes.

Further concepts:

Torenn and Kyta are childhood friends

To this day they say they faked papers and parental permission and got married at 14 as a joke. Everyone is still stunned they pulled it off

They did not. They both refuse to let anyone find out it's a hoax though.

They are really dating! A year so far and going strong.

Shisi is the only one who knows the truth about the whole shebang. She finds it pretty dang amusing, for the sole reason that Kyta and Torenn do too.

Shisi and Kyta share a love of sewing. Shisi taught Kyta to quilt and use a sewing machine and Kyta taught her to make plushes. After hearing the rumors about Zelda they would probably get her favorite colors from Impa and make her a nice quilt with fleece backing to cheer her up.

Shisi plays guitar, harp, and ocarina (>:])

Torenn can draw really well

They call their listeners their study buddies and go out of their way to occasionally throw in ridiculous songs for people to get up and stretch and dance to

Alright my bad night last night has caught up im out of ideas

i did make a playlist for these idiots' radio station tho

[patibato]

[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-A05 - Healthy Party

*continuous typing*

Momiji: …

Yukikaze: … Momiji…

Momiji: ……

Yukikaze: You're frighteningly concentrated, so I was holding my tongue while watching you, but - I can't take it anymore.

Please answer me. What happened?

Just what work do you need to complete so badly that you're making such a demonic expression…!

Kafka: Sigh. You don't need to be so weirdly worried.

They said they'd quickly finish a "thorough and easy to understand proposal with no room for wisecracks", then quickly return to the school to get revenge on those cute kids.

Yukikaze: …I see, so that's it.

Kafka: This Chief-chan is great. They're full of energy, or forcefulness, perhaps. I like it♪

Yukikaze: Right, I agree. At times like this, Chief's vigour is like mapo tofu with Sichuan pepper.

Kafka: You never change, can't you do something about those idiotic comparisons?

Momiji: ……

Yukikaze: …

Kafka: …

*door opens*

Ten: Wow~ …such pleasant expressions. Don't you feel like two parents watching their kid play with building blocks?

*door opens*

Renga: Hey… …ah, T-Ten. Didn't know you'd be coming to the office!

Ten: Renga-san, hey.

Renga: Um, if you want, when we leave today, how about we… visit a bar together? I'm in your debt from when we went to your sushi restaurant before, so…!

Ten: Oh. Are you gonna treat me, Renga-san? Sure thing~

Liguang: …I could hear some kind of hitting sound coming from outside the door, is it your doing, Momiji?

Momiji: ……

Liguang: …You're not listening at all.

*typing stops*

Momiji: President. What is the judgement criteria for the Tourism Ward Mayor candidates.

Kafka: Leave it to me.

Momiji: Understood.

*typing starts again*

Momiji: ……

Renga: Hey, what on earth is Chief doing?

Kafka: Seems like Chief-chan got kinda messed up because of some Asu-High students, so they're in work demon mode.

Renga: Asu-High? …Right, that takes me back.

Liguang: For Tourism Ward Mayors, they said? …Dealing with brats is troublesome.

*typing stops*

Momiji: It's done…! Now to dash back to the school-

Sakujiro: The school gates have already been closed.

Momiji: Huh…

*crows cawing*

Sakujiro: As it's the day before Summer break, it seems the gates were closed earlier than usual.

Momiji: N-no way… Even though I decided I'd definitely redeem myself…!

Sakujiro: No. I believe it's still too soon to draw a conclusion. This very day, for the purpose of going all out with celebration before Summer break-

The Student Council President, Kuraku Yumenosuke, is hosting a large scale house party that all ten thousand students are invited to.

Momiji: What!

Sakujiro: Don't you suppose the students in question will be attending too? Perhaps it would be worth taking a look.

Momiji: That's right! Absolutely!

Sakujiro: Then please, put this on posthaste.

Momiji: What are these clothes?

Sakujiro: There seems to be a dress code for participation. This time, the theme is "clothes that look like they're from a young adult movie"-

For this day, Saku-me* has poured his heart into sewing this stitch by stitch.

Ten: Huh, it's hand made? Cool.

Momiji: Thank you so much!

Kafka: Get changed in five minutes. I'll call a car right now. …Be careful, and take care.

Yukikaze: Go without regrets. I'll be waiting with your favourite dinner.

Renga: I don't really get what's happening, but… don't overdo it!

Momiji: Thanks, everyone! I'll be off!

Momiji: Amazing… this isn't the level I'd expect from a student's house party.

There's a night pool, a DJ booth, even a counter bar. Though, obviously they're not serving alcohol…

Look, there's so many people in black suits. The security's flawless.

Sakujiro: The Kuraku family are elites of the political world, after all.

The large garden parties frequently held here are famous in various circles.

Momiji: Right, I've got it. So if it's a place like this, those five will definitely be here.

-For now, I'll try asking around.

Sakujiro: Certainly. I'll be back later, then.

---

Student A: Huh… Isotake? You mean that dangerous guy who's rumoured to be complicit in murder?

Student B: There's no reason to call those guys here. Who knows what'd happen if we did.

---

Student C: Kurama? He's got bad vibes, no one goes near him…

Student D: By Kaguya, do you mean the helmet-wearing Student Council Vice President? I hear he's so beautiful he has a fanclub, but I always thought he was a dangerous guy.

---

Student E: That guy called Kinugawa, I didn't know about him. Nanamegi, though, he's handsome and well-known, so I'd heard of him.

Student F: No one wants to approach Nanaki-kun after that happened. It's really a waste, he was so popular. If you're hanging out with those guys, probably best you stop.

---

Momiji: (Those kids don't have a very good reputation, huh…)

(That "incident" certainly left a lasting impression. If I'd just looked into it properly…)

??: Excuse me! You over there!

Momiji: Y-yes!

??: You're the one searching for those five heinous criminals, correct?

Momiji: He-heinous criminals?

Yumenosuke: Nice to meet you. I'm the Student Council President of Hama Asunaro High School, Kuraku Yumenosuke. Thank you for being here today.

Momiji: Ah, right… sorry to bother you.

Yumenosuke: As our school posseses a student body of ten thousand, I believe strong friendships between students are essential-

Today's party is for assistance in social mingling, however! At the same time, it functions as a place to cultivate a sound mind in the students, and what's more! For the peace of mind of their guardians, each and every area-

Is guarded by our notoriously strong staff, who have helped protect and nurture the Kuraku family since my great-grandfather's time.

In regards to you, who is searching for those heinous criminals, by all means, I would be tremendously grateful if you could quietly watch over the healthy growth of our youth!

Momiji: (I didn't ask, and yet he exposited so many things…!)

(Now that he mentions it, those strong-looking black suited guys are staring at me. I suppose it's natural that I'd be considered a suspicious person…)

Sorry for the late introduction. This is who I am.

Yumenosuke: A business card…! Thank you for your consideration. Hmhm… the Regional Revitalisation Club's…

I see, so you were an advisor!

Momiji: Yes. My reason for being at this party is linked to my work.

Yumenosuke: …I see, so that's the situation, I understand! It was of my own arbitrary discretion that I doubted your position, sincerest apologies for that!

Black-Suited Staff: Sincerest apologies!

Momiji: No, as long as you understand now then…

Yumenosuke: I'm thankful for you being lenient with me. However… before you return to your search, would you mind putting up with my nonsense for just a little longer?

Momiji: Uh, alright…

Yumenosuke: I had a Student Council Vice President who I put my trust in. I used to believe that whatever life had in store for me, our mutual trust would never be shaken, but-

He completely betrayed my expectations! On that night, one month ago!

The old school building… a building of cultural heritage symbolising its era, where my father - now a cabinet member - studied… was blown up, unbelievable as it is!

Colluding with four hooligans whose corrupted souls are of the same level as his own!

Momiji: (B-blown up…!? I see, that's the "certain incident"…)

Yumenosuke: Among them were people admired by the other students - but now, they are all Rank One.

Student A: Rank One means they're the lowest rank, y'know.

Momiji: (There's that "Rank" talk again…)

Yumenosuke: You over there, do quiet down. Discrimination based on Ranks could invite criticism towards our school's education system.

…Nay, this too is a result of the hard work he neglected. It can't be helped that he's being slandered for his act of betrayal.

Momiji: Um, excuse me. Just what exactly do you mean by "Rank"?

Yumenosuke: Oh my, could it be that you weren't acquainted with them!

Momiji: Sorry, I've not done much research…

Yumenosuke: I shall explain it in simple terms. The ranking system is a tradition of our school.

To start, the ranks are split into five levels. Those who are studious, active in clubs, and diligent in particular are Rank Five-

Conversely, those who slack off are Rank One, giving each student an incentive to make an effort.

Those who strive the most… the Rank Fives are given appropriately favourable treatment. From the cafeteria menu to special privileges in club activities, the right to make suggestions, and above all, being the envy of all the other students. Just like myself.

And as Rank Ones are the exact opposite… I'm sure you understand without me saying any more.

Momiji: (They're treated coldly… I see.)

Yumenosuke: After hearing all that, I'm sure you understand now! Even so, do you still intend on searching for them?

Momiji: Yes, I do.

Yumenosuke: … I understand. It's important to confirm these things with your own eyes. Well then- take a glass, external advisor-san.

Everyone! In celebration of our first semester passing by safely, let's once again toast with our champagne-style carbonated drinks!

*students saying "cheers"*

Momiji: (If I was Rank One, and knew I'd be getting shunned like this-)

(I absolutely wouldn't come here. It's unpleasant.)

(Maybe it'd be best to start over and take a different approach…)

Student G: Ah! I spilled my champagne-style carbonated drink! Anyone got a tissue?

Student H: There's lots of pocket tissues over there.

Student G: I don't want to use those ones though… Feels like bad luck.

Momiji: (How on earth would a tissue feel like bad luck…)

(Hm?)

(There's an advert on the back…)

Advert: "The genius galactic movie director ISOTAKE presents a once in a lifetime screening of an ultra brand new movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Momiji: ("Isotake" meaning, Akuta-kun!? The date for it is-)

Today…!

*Sakujiro is referring to himself in third person, with "me" being a humbling suffix.

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[mannytoodope]

Keith Edward Elam (July 17, 1961– April 19, 2010), better known by his stage name Guru, an acronym for(Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal), was a rapper, actor, and producer. He was a member of the hip-hop duo Gang Starr with DJ Premier. He began his career under Kiethy E but later changed it to Guru when Gang Starr was formed. The Boston native has been listed on various top MC lists. In 1993, he released the first series of four solo albums while still a member of Gang Starr. He worked with multiple artists, including jazz trumpeter Donald Byrd, N’Davenort, French rapper MC Solar, and other jazz and r& b artists. Guru was an excellent lyricist, and he was both street and socially conscious. His rap cadence paired perfectly with DJ Premier’s flawless DJ skills. Guru Shbewn is one of hip-hop’s best and my favorite  MCs.

[filthyjoetini]

whats UP ive got a request, are you ready? so, it's game night and you play the newly wed game and you and joe SUCK balls at it, it's like you don't even KNOW each other (food for lots of bickering on the way home) but then, at home, joe's like, "let me show you how well i know you" 😏😏😏 turns out, your friends were just asking you the wrong questions heheheheh

Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)

a/n: Thank you so much for your request, babe! I had a field trip with this one....and it took me ages because things happened (saw the lad irl, didn't help...like AT ALL, then work and life and everything happened at once). The usual big thank you goes out to my bby @barfightzanddiscolightz. You da best! (music! DJ Khaled!)

warnings: embarrassment, smut (minors DNI), a pinch of drama (wouldn't be one of my stories if there weren't any drama)

wordcount: 3.7k

Restless in your seat, your irritation intensified by the minute. It was your monthly game night with the two other couples Joe and you had known for years. The newlyweds Amy and Rory, who had nailed the game at their wedding, were the masterminds behind tonight’s entertainment: The Newlywed Game. They were killing it; it was almost corny. Adam and Ethan, the second couple who had been inseparable since secondary school, were also acing it. Their smug grins made your stomach churn. But Joe and you? God. You were awful at it. The contrast between your faltering answers and the other couples‘ flawless performances couldn‘t have been more evident. Game night had never seemed so high-stakes before.

Joe and you were sat across from each other as you faced your relentless gamemaster Ethan. You were five out of 20 questions into the game, which meant each of you would be asked ten. However, the scoreboard was anything but in your favour, you had only managed to get two answers right whilst Joe had gotten none. Incredulously, you stared at him letting out a humourless chuckle, as he got yet another answer wrong. You still had 14 questions in total to go, and the odds seemed increasingly stacked against you.

“Incorrect…again.”, Ethan muttered with a frown on his face. His eyes, which held nothing but compassion and confusion, were set on you.

What the hell was going on? Joe and you had been together for four years and you knew each other inside and out… or so you thought.

“Babe…”, you groaned slightly, staring at him with wide eyes and downturned lips.

“What?”, Joe asked you, mirroring your stare, opening his eyes even wider than yours. His lips, however, were set in a broad grin.

You didn’t answer him verbally but just kept staring at him in disbelief.

“What?”, his smile faltered, and an irritated expression took its place. Before he continued, he took a swig of his beer. “How am I supposed to know what superpower you want to have? We’ve never spoken about this.”

“Yes, we have…”, you started to argue back when Ethan quickly asked the next question.

“This one’s for you.”, he said, pointing in your direction. “What thing/ability/possession of yours would Joe like to have for himself.”

Fuck. This was hard. Joe had everything he could ask for in a materialistic and financial sense, so maybe an ability. You thought long and hard, trying to ignore the whispers from Rory, Amy, and Adam who were sat directly behind Joe. You finally wrote down the answer on one of the notecards you had been provided with.

My ability to say “no”.

Joe couldn’t say no if his life depended on it, which made it very easy for you to get your way. This is how you had ended up with a booking.com account full of planned city trips.

Slowly, you slid your notecard over to Ethan, who picked it up to read the question out loud again.

“The question was “What thing/ability/possession of yours would Joe like to have for himself.” and you said: “My ability to say “no.” … Joe’s answer is: “Your magnificent boyfriend.” … I’m so sorry, zero points again.”

You clenched your jaw tightly, trying hard not to let your irritation show even further. Your magnificent boyfriend? What kind of stupid answer is that? Yeah, Joe is a very decent and loving boyfriend but what makes him think he’s that magnificent? Everyone has flaws! You would have to have a word with him when you got home. This was getting really fucking embarrassing.

Rory, Amy, and Adam were now sniggering behind Joe, as he giggled at the wrong answer, totally oblivious to your growing annoyance.

“Next question.” Ethan announced with a chuckle of his own. Great, you had now totally become the joke of the night. You could bet your reputation as the game night’s laughingstock was secure for the next month until the next gathering.

“Joe.”

“Hi!”

“The question is: What’s her favourite yogurt topping?”

Joe grinned, quickly scribbled down his answer, and shoved it into Ethan’s hand before he picked up his pint of beer and took a huge gulp of it. Good. He had to know this. You ate yogurt every morning and one topping was always on it. Sometimes even he would make you your bowl of yogurt and he always topped it off with it. It was honey.

Ethan cleared his throat and repeated the question and then revealed the responses:

“Joe, you wrote down “Smarties” … and her answer is “Honey” … NIL POINTS! AGAIN!”

SMARTIES?! Who the hell puts Smarties on their yogurt? Does he think I’m a child? You were fuming inside and let out a frustrated huff through your nose, glaring daggers at Joe.

Grabbing your white wine spritzer, you tried to drown out your exasperation, but Amy, Rory, Adam, and Ethan were now fully laughing, and to your bewilderment Joe was too. You swallowed down the scream you wanted to let out along with your beverage and inhaled deeply. 12 more questions to go. You could do this. Also, you were both slightly tipsy and it was just a stupid game. No need to get all upset about it. You tried to persuade yourself but deep down, it bothered you to no end.

---

Joe and you had lost game night. In the end you had gotten six out of ten points and Joe had managed to get one answer right. He had been pretty proud of himself for it. Even took a victory lap and placed a sloppy kiss to your lips.

With your arms crossed tightly, you strode a few steps ahead of Joe, practically marching towards the tube station. It wasn‘t anger driving you forward, but rather embarrassment.

“Baby. Slow down!”, he shouted after you, but you didn’t oblige and just kept walking. Once you had made it to the entrance of the tube station, you opted for the stairs instead of the escalator and took two steps at the time.

“Babe. Please wait up!”

At the foot of the stairs, you came to a sudden stop. Joe almost bumped into you with full force but was able to catch himself by holding onto your shoulders.

You shrugged off his hands instantly and slowly turned to face him.

“What the fuck was that, Joe?”

“What was what?”, he questioned, confusion evident on his face.

“Your answers!”, you replied, letting out a frustrated sigh. “They were all wrong!”

“Untrue, I got one right— Ow!”

You slapped his shoulder, hard.

“Christ, babe. No need for violence.”, he pouted, rubbing his shoulder excessively. You were still standing at the foot of the stairs as people passed you to the left and right.

“We’ve talked about most of those things before. I can’t believe you got them all wrong. It’s like you don’t even know me!”, you explained, voicing your frustration. “It was really fucking embarrassing.”

“Oh baby.”, Joe cooed, wrapping his arms around you, gently pressing you against his broad chest. “It’s just a stupid game. I was obviously not taking it seriously and I’m rather squiffed, which, I know isn’t an excuse, but I know you don’t put smarties on your yogurt.”

With your face squished against his pecs, you let out a soft snort.

“That’s the answer you’re going to rectify? There were other answers that were way worse. Also, I don’t know if you noticed but I took the game seriously.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”, he apologised, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Come on, let’s get going, our train’s due in a couple of minutes.”

With his arm around your shoulders, Joe led you away from the stairs towards the platform.

Just as you rounded the corner, your train was approaching with as much ruckus as it could cause. That’s just the Northern Line, always noisy.

“…still.”, you stated over the noise with a pout which made Joe hum out a short “hmm?“ and looked down at you.

He let out an exaggerated gasp when he saw your face, lowered his lips to your ear and spoke in a low growl: “When we’re home, I’m gonna show you how well I know you. I promise.”

---

As soon as you both had kicked off your shoes, and the door to your flat had fallen shut behind you, Joe pressed you against the wall, peppering your neck and mostly the spot beneath your ear with needy kisses. Each nip on your skin elicited a soft moan from you which he reciprocated with a groan of his own.

“Fuck!”, he groaned against your skin. “I need you. Right now!”

“Then take me.”, you teased him, breathing hard.

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Joe hoisted you up and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. As quickly as he could, he carried you over to your bedroom and kicked the door open, throwing you onto the bed. The springs in your mattress creaked almost comically which made you giggle softly.

Pushing yourself up on your shoulders, you looked up at Joe who was staring down at you hungrily. His eyes were glossed over with want, and you could see that he was undressing you mentally by the way they were roaming your body.

You gave him a nod, accompanied by a sly smirk which was enough to make him move towards you.

You quickly unbuttoned your trousers and pushed them down your legs whilst Joe removed his polo shirt which he ungracefully threw behind him on the floor. Joe noticed that your trousers were stuck at your ankles and moved to pry them off with skilful hands. He then glided his hands up along your legs to your hips and pinched you there which made you yelp in return. Moving his hands up further, he pushed your top up over your stomach and pressed nibbling kisses along it. Leaning back, he motioned for you to hold up your arms so he could remove the garment from your body completely.

You were now dressed only in your underwear whilst he was still wearing his ill-fitting blue jeans.

“Do you need help with them?”, you questioned him fervently nodding at his jeans. He responded by sucking his lower lip into his mouth and a curt nod. You grinned wickedly and shook your head before you got up on your knees and swiftly undid the button, yanking down the jeans over his hips and bum.

The evidence of how much he wanted you was clearly visible and restrained inside his boxer briefs which made you bite your lower lip in anticipation.

Bending forward a bit, you pushed the jeans further down his thighs and over his knees until you came face to face with his hard-on. You cackled again and Joe wiggled out of his denims, deliberately pushing his groin into your cheek.

He grinned down at you and the predicament you found yourself in.

“Nu-uh. Not so fast.”, you chuckled, leaning back on your haunches again. “I’ll get to that later…eventually.”

With a widened grin, all Joe did, was raise an eyebrow at you. You both knew that you would definitely rather than eventually get to that later.

Joe then beckoned you to lay down on your back which you immediately did. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he began moving forward, slowly crawling towards you.

He was hovering above you, both hands on your hips with his fingers hooked in the waistband of your knickers.

“May I?”

“If you must.”

Rolling his eyes at your bratty answer and with a couple of yanks, he managed to get them off you.

“Those are always so hard to get off.”, he complained, dropping your knickers to the floor next to the bed. “Next time I’m just gonna rip them apart.”

“Don’t you dare, Joseph Quinn.”, you threatened with a glare.

“I won’t. Don’t worry.”, he chuckled, moving his head slowly towards yours to give you a soft peck on your lips. “Your bra on the other hand.”

“JOE!”

“I’m kidding. Please sit up.”

You pushed yourself up, wrapping your arms around Joe’s torso whilst he moved his hands to your back to unclasp your bra. Unwrapping your arms from around him, you shrugged off your bra which fell into your lap. Joe picked it up and haphazardly threw it onto the floor where it joined the rest of your clothes.

Joe wrapped one arm around you and lay you down on your back again. He eased his arm from around you and moved to sit on his haunches with his legs tucked beneath them, taking in your body in all your naked glory.

“You’re naked.”, he stated the obvious. It was now his turn to bite his lower lip.

“And you’re still in your pants.”, you responded with a smirk, getting ready to sit up again to help him remove his last item of clothing.

Tutting he pushed you back down again.

“I will get rid of them soon but first let me show you how well I know you. I promised, I would.”

Moving forward again, he placed his face in the crook of your neck and started pressing another round of kisses to it, this time the light nibbles turned into more forceful bites. He was kissing from behind your ear down to your shoulder where he sucked the skin into his mouth before trailing his lips to your clavicle where he bit down hard, surely leaving a bruise.

When he moved his lips to your right breast, he closed his mouth around your nipple and sucked hard, coaxing yet another moan from the depth of your throat. Letting go of your nipple with a pop, he kissed it once more before moving to the other one, giving it the exact same treatment.

In the meantime, one of Joe’s hands, which he had previously placed on your knee was currently wandering up your thigh between your legs where its fingers clearly felt how much you needed him whilst his other hand was holding yours in a firm grasp.

Joe removed his hand from between your legs and rubbed his fingers together. They were totally wet with your slick which made him grin against your left boob. Giving it one last open-mouthed kiss, he moved his mouth to your belly and dragged his tongue and teeth down the length of it, over your abdomen and your mound before eventually clamping it over your core.

He sucked and lapped at your lower lips and never neglecting your bundle of sensitive nerves as if he hadn’t eaten in days.

Your free hand came to rest on the crown of his head, grabbing a handful of his luscious curls in an iron grip.

“Joe…”, you whimpered, releasing the air from your lungs in shallow breaths. “Fingers. NOW!”

Joe nodded against your labia, his nose slowly dragging over it and swiftly inserted two whole fingers into your pussy which made you gasp out in pleasure. Slowly, he started to move his fingers with his mouth still hard at work.

With each pump of his fingers, you not so gently pulled at his hair, coaxing groans from his throat which made you clench your thighs around his head, holding him in position.

In no time, he had you on the brink of an orgasm and when the knot, that had formed inside your belly came loose, you let out a screaming moan.

He was guiding you through your orgasm and lapped up your juices when you finally came down from it. Trembling, you let go of his hair and pushed him from between your legs by his forehead, panting hard and covering your face with your now free hand. Looking at Joe from between your fingers, he chuckled at your actions and sat up again, licking his fingers clean, which turned your already flushed face a shade darker.

You closed your eyes, trying to get your breathing back to normal when you heard Joe letting out a small groan. Peeking through your fingers again, you saw him adjust himself inside his briefs with his very wet free hand.

Letting go of his other hand, which you almost squished to death during your orgasm, you eventually found the strength to push yourself up on your knees again. Now it was your turn to get him out of his fabric prison. Slowly you put your hands on the hem of his pants and pushed them down, letting his rock-hard cock spring free. You pushed them down even further to his thighs, which you tapped with your fingers to make him stand on his knees. When you couldn’t get them down his calves he grunted and yanked them off his legs himself.

As soon as his underwear was on the floor, you placed an eager kiss to his soft yet defined belly, before moving your lips to the tip of his penis, placing an equally eager one there before very gently grazing your teeth across it. He let out a shuddering breath that sounded like a “fuck”, which encouraged you to place your hand on his shaft and slowly pumping up and down whilst you took more of him into your mouth, bobbing your head in the same motion as your hand.

One of his hands moved to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold onto you. Your ministrations to his dick elicited the most delicious moans from him. You loved making him moan like that. It’s like a reward and to return this reward you started to use your tongue which in turn made him moan even harder.

After a couple of minutes, he suddenly tugged on your hair a little too harsh which educed a small whimper from you. You let go of his dick with a filthy slurp and smiled up at him.

“I gotta…”, he panted, slowly pushing you on your arse.”…be inside you.”

Giggling, you let yourself fall back again, spreading your legs for him. He quickly positioned himself between them and pushed inside you with one swift move. You let out the longest and most obscene moan he had ever had the pleasure of getting out of you.

“That’s right.”, he smirked, leaning forward to capture your lips in a ravenous kiss.

“…don’t move yet.”, you whispered against his lips, slightly wiggling your bum and trying to adjust to him being inside of you. After a couple of heartbeats, you nodded at him, and he started to move in a hard but steady rhythm. Quickly, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him atop of you, dragging your fingernails across his back, leaving behind trails of reddened skin.

In response, one of Joe’s hands was placed on your hip, holding it in a vicelike grip which would leave fingerprint-like bruises behind, trying to steady you. With the other one, he was quick to use his skilful fingers yet again and had you on the verge of your second orgasm in no time. As his thumb was rubbing at your clit, your thighs started to spasm and your moans got even louder.

“Joe! Baby! I’m about to…”, you yelled, coming before you got the chance to finish your sentence. Your orgasm quickly triggered his and he was not far behind. With short grunts, you felt him come inside before, completely out of breath, he collapsed on top you, fully closing the small distance that was left before.

“Fuck.”, you panted, tightening your arms around him and placing soft kisses to his forehead.

“Yeah…fuck.”, he chuckled, kissing the skin of your sternum where he had decided to rest his head.

---

Wrapped in your duvet and basking in the afterglow, Joe was placing delicate kisses along your arm and the back of your hand.

“Honey.”

“Huh?”, you questioned him. You were confused. He never called you honey. Darling sometimes. Usually, babe or baby. But never honey.

“Your favourite yogurt topping. It’s honey, specifically the dark blossom honey.”, he explained, placing a soft kiss to the heel of your hand, moving up to place another kiss to your thumb’s fingertip. “…and your ability to say “no” is what I’d like to have for myself. Because it would do me good to say no at least once…”, a kiss to the fingertip of your index finger, “…you are an early riser whilst I wouldn’t even hear the EAS alarm…”, a kiss to your middle finger’s tip, “…your childhood pet was a bunny named Scamper…”, a soft peck to your ring finger, “…your favourite film is Forrest Gump and it always makes you cry like a baby…”, and finally, a lingering kiss to your pinky,”…and your hidden talent is that you somehow manage to find a correlation between every fucking thing. It’s insane and I love it.”

He was correctly answering some of the questions from earlier, even with additional information. Of course, he knows you. Having doubted him made you feel really shitty now.

“…baby.”, you cooed at him, sitting up and taking his hand in yours. You kissed the back of his hand and eventually leaned in to place your mouth against his, kissing him hard. He instantly deepened it, moving his hand to your neck and pulled you in closer.

Out of breath, you pulled back a little, rubbing your nose against his. “I love you. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“And I love you.”, he replied, capturing your lips in another kiss. “Ahhh, it’s nothing…see, I told you I know you…I just needed a little physical reminder, is all.”

“Fuck off, Joe.”, you giggled, letting go of his hand and pushing him away from you immediately, smacking his arm playfully. “I’ll give you a different physical reminder if you don’t stop that.”

“Ha! I’d like to see you try.”, he challenged, and you chortled, smacking the spot once more.

“Ow! Okay. I’ll stop.”, he surrendered, holding up his hands in defence with a huge smirk on his lips.

“Good.”

“Good. I love you.”, he ensured you once more.

“And I love you.”

THE END

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[s1ushyz]

OMFG YESSSS U SHOILD WRITE A PETE WENTZ X SCENE QUEEN GF READER FIC

Scene queen

Pairings | pete wentz x scene queen reader

Band | fall out boy

A/n | wow first request thank you! So I will say this is me writing anything in a very,, very long time and I cannot stress that enough. This isn't really a full on fic? But it's something until I get used to writing again 😭 hopefully though you still enjoy what I wrote

Pete wentz is a man who has had many hair styles and many hair colors,, now when he finds a lifelong partner who just so happens to have a scene style (that can include all kinds of awesome hair styles and colors) I can tell you he's in love.

When he first met you, it was at a club he was a dj at. He just so happened to spot you sitting at a booth drinking with friends, and everything about you instantly interested him. From your poofy hair with colorful extensions, your makeup that was absolutely flawless, down to your outfit that consisted of so many colors and patterns and even your jewelry, it all just caught his eye

He was so eager to go and talk to you that he practically jumped out of the dj booth to make his way over to you before you left

Once standing at your table, he leaned against it, introducing himself and even complimented your style

That sparked up a whole conversation that led you to stay behind at the club with pete as your friends all went home. The two of you got to talking way more and found out you both have a lot in common, which pete was absolutely excited about. As the night went on, you eventually had to part ways since you stayed until the club was closing

You gave him your number before saying your goodbyes and heading back to your apartment; Instantly you got a text in the cab from an unknown number,

"Hey! It's pete from the club. Just want to say thnks for a great nite. Ur pretty awesome,,maybe we can go out for coffee soon just to see each other again,,definitely will be passing out once I'm back at my place so might not get back to u in time. Hopefully I'll see u soon sweetness! "

A smile painted your lips as you let out a soft sigh. Pete was the most amazing man you've met and you thought maybe you two might have something going on. You texted back before you got off the cab to head into your building and smiled as you shut off your phone for the night

"Pete! Def so glad I met you 2nite,, and I'm up fr coffee tomorrow!! X3 come pick me up at 5 at *insert adress*. Had a hella gud time. Hope 2 see u tomorrow! @_@"

After the coffee date you and pete hung out more and more each day getting to know eachother more and even getting closer. Eventually pete asked you to be his girlfriend

Pete has been and always will be supportive of your style, He'll go out of his way to buy you clothes,jewelry, ect so you have things to go with your style, He'll even help you dye your hair while also touching his up a bit.

When you two are in the car he even let's you play some of the bands you like. It took him a little to get into the music but once he did, he was hooked.

He definitely brags about you to the boys which caused him to have a ban on bringing you up at practice (he still does anyway)

If you ever want to try out some makeup on him he's totally down. Checking himself out In the mirror after all is said and done

"Oh shit that's a lot of glitter but damn I know how to rock it! You did amazing babe but it looks even better on you"

In all pete is a very supportive boyfriend who loves you and your style with all of his heart. It's honestly interesting to him so expect a few questions about your style on that coffee date,,x

[goldenmorningglory]

got a pitch for whoever wanna direct the next pondphuwin show.

popular college kid thyme (pw) who is secretly a pianist (doesnt want his friends/family to know for reasons) and recluse mark (pond) who's a quiet, unremarkable, hood wearing, head bowed nerd by day and a flawless dj by night, famous by his stage name across college.

mark overhears a mysterious piece played in one of the music rooms and falls in love with the music but never finds the player.

thyme's friends meanwhile are looking to host a big ass party and hope to seek out the reclusive dj to take over the music. clients for gigs go through mark's friends and never get to meet him. he also always wears a mask and hood to never give his identity away.

thyme is intrigued. then he one day notices another kid sitting a bit away perfectly tapping out the set mark played. thyme puts 2 and 2 together.

thyme catches him one time and asks him to teach him more about music. he persues mark with (supposed) classiness while mark is highkey embarrassed, lowkey frustrated. intrigue melds with endearment and thyme falls hard and fast for the quiet kid.

and then he overhears mark talking about someone playing music in a tone that spoke of heavy affection. thyme assumes mark is in love with someone.

he has no idea it's him. and no one can know that ever anyway.

tags: angst, comfort, found family, friendship, unrequited love (not really), secret identities, misunderstandings....and more ig

[cosmica-galaxy]

how would your oc’s and mimic’s react to the human who used to work as an assassin and the human show of their skills, (like having nearly inhuman stamina, strength, etc.etc)

Camron would watch the human assassinate the skibidi with such savagery that it would make his core spark in his chest. The human just...hits a certain fantasy level in his memory core that Camron can't help but be swooned. He'll watch with such infatuation that someone else might have to pull him out of danger, since he spaces out when he watches the human. DJ would also be smitten by the human's sheer skill and expertise in assassinating the skibidis. So many skibidis, regardless of their size, fall to your expert blade and to your brutal ways of killing. DJ can feel his core turn into a music box when he watches the human perform with such flawless agility. It makes him wanna dance...and dance he does...all over the bodies of your victims. Vee would partner up with the human and would enter a friendly competition of stabbing the surrounding foes. One slash, two slash, three slash, all bleeding and dead. Same with the human he watches and covets, as the human hacks and slices cleanly through skibidi after skibidi. Rendering them dead and their long necks painting the ground red. Vee can't lie...he's impressed. For not being made of any mechanical parts...you sure are skilled and fighting fit. You both should have a friendly spar sometime later on. ; ) Buddy assist when he can and will help dispatch armor off of any skibidis that refuse to die by your blade. But even with his help, Buddy can see just how skilled you are with your weapons. Even with armor, not even large enemies can stand a chance. He can't help but sigh in response. The human...this human...is so different...but beloved. He can obviously see why.

Pal is mostly blind to the carnage...but the sheer smell and the clashing of your blade against numerous types of flesh is what he primarily picks up on. Every swing of your blade, the scent of blood gets stronger and stronger...it almost is overwhelming at times. Which is surprising, seeing as Pal eats skibidis. But he can't help but be impressed as well. The human is a skilled hunter, that's for sure! Fiend is just lovestruck and admires the human's form as they glide and slice through enemy after enemy. Blood pouring from every neck and filling the potholes in the street with the sanguine liquid. Your body...covered in blood of the enemy and yet you don't stop...nor do you bat an eye at the blood splattering upon your face. Those beautiful orbs simply staring straight ahead and focusing on the prize of killing your prey. Like a predator. Fiend swoons very openly as the human barely notices his smitten gaze. What a wonderful being you are, human.

[xaeethebaee]

Best Uncles in Tokyo Revengers

As the name suggests, here are some headcanons of who I think would be great uncles. Also, the term 'uncle' is being used somewhat loosely here as not every character mentioned is blood-related.

Warnings: Super FLUFFY! Cute moments with babies!

A/n: I love doing headcanons so if you're interested in seeing more like this let me know.

Shinichiro Sano

The moment when he meets Emma’s son is the moment he takes the little guy under his wing. Just like what he did with Mikey, he showed little Draken Jr the ropes for fixing up and maintaining motorcycles. He even gave little DJ a toy replica of Draken’s Zephyr. 

Ran Haitani

Ran is proud of the fact that his nephew probably loves him more than Rindou which is something he’ll always brag about. It may or may not have anything to do with the fact that Ran will spoil the little guy with snacks much to his brother’s dismay. Additionally, Ran will keep the baby dressed in the freshest outfits and the baby’s skin routine will always be flawless.

Hakkai Shiba

Look no further than how he helps Mitsuya takes care of his baby sisters, but that is not why he’s a great uncle. It is the way he basically becomes a surrogate father to Taiju’s daughter. He uses what he learned from Luna and Mana and applies it to his niece. Hakkai is always taking his little niece out for a walk too.

Souya ‘Angry’ Kawata

With Smiley constantly being at odds with his One-Night-Stand-turned-Baby Mama, his younger twin brother essentially takes on much of the parenting duties. Although Angry is somewhat resentful because of his brother’s past actions finally catching up, he does not hesitate to spoil his little niece with stuffed animals, head scratches, and Cocomelon.

Tetta Kisaki

The least affectionate uncle on this list; however, that does not stop Kisaki from showering Hanma’s daughter with gifts. Baby girl has not started walking and yet she already owns the best pairs of sneakers and sandals. Even though he is very reluctant to do so, Kisaki will hold Baby Hanma while her dad is busy with work. While in his arms, she will grab his earring and painfully yank at it and Kisaki begrudgingly allows her to do it.

Keizo 'Benkei' Arashi

Benkei is essentially a giant teddy bear/body pillow for Wakasa’s newborn daughter. She hasn’t even been a day old and yet she’s already sleeping peacefully on Benkei’s chest. Since then, he’s basically been her pillow whenever Wakasa is having a hard time putting her to sleep. Eventually, Wakasa figured out how to get his daughter to sleep in her crib, and although it was a huge achievement, Benkei can’t help but feel a little sad that she no longer needs him.

Kakucho Hitto

At first, Kakucho was nervous about meeting Izana’s twins due to being very self-conscious about his facial scar. That is until the twin boys almost immediately ran straight at him with open arms and playful intentions. Now, whenever Kakucho visits the Kurokawa household, the boys know that it’s time to play. Izana happily accepts knowing after playtime, it will be very easy to put the boys to bed.

Shion Madarame

Much to Shion’s dismay, he is constantly bullied by Rindou’s son AND Izana’s twin sons. The three infants often pile onto him while tugging at his ears and hair and Shion allows it to happen mostly because he does not want to scare the children away.

[imnameimswrld]

004 ━━ 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐥 ,,

"How do I look ?" I ask, spinning away from the mirror to face Ren.

Renèe looks up from her phone, and an almost cat-like grin spreads along her lips. "Like you're gonna attract a lot of d."

Humming in agreement, I smooth the non-existent wrinkles from my leather jacket and make towards the front door, Ren following right behind.

It's been just over a month since my breakup with Micah, and although I hadn't fallen into a post-relationship depression, I had become awfully drained in other areas of my life. Renée being the flawless best friend she is, has decided to treat me, and since we're both on our break, she decided to suprise me with a vacation to the beautiful Seoul City of South Korea.

We slip our shoes on by the hotel door, and soon we're out and meeting our uber out front. I have zero knowledge of the Korean language except for the essentials, so, Ren being the multilingual boss that she is, directs the driver to an apparent famous place.

Hongdae.

"Gamsahabnida !" Ren thanks the driver before shutting the door, and I run a hand through my fresh haircut as I stare up at the neon sign blinking brightly back at me.

"Woah," I say under my breath, noting the long line trialing down the street, a huge ass bouncer checking their id's. What I notice however, is that he ends up sending every couple of people away, and they have no choice but to walk off with a scowl.

"Ren, what kind of club is this exactly ?"

Standing next to me, hands in her jacket pockets, she smirks at the entrance. "The kind where you won't have fans coming up to you every five minutes for a picture."

I raise a singular brow up at her as I follow behind her stride toward the bouncer, earning a few glares from the long line of people beside me. Ren doesn't do much except for flash a little black card, and with just a single glance at it the bouncer is stepping aside with a nod. I raise my brows in interest, but question nothing as I let the bouncer hold the door open for me and walk inside.

I'm immediately handed a drink from a female waitress, who serves me a side of a flirty smile before striding off in her knee high heels.

It is raging, some Korean rap blasting through the speakers as a dj mixes on the stage. My eyes glance over the crowd before roaming upwards to the second floor, where I spot a another bar and a few more people, but they're more scouting the dance floor than anything else.

It's only when I look back down, do I realise I've lost Ren.

Slight panic sets in, only because I'm in a foreign country, surrounded by party goers that most probably do not speak a language I know. Fitting through the cracks people offer me, I search for the mega-star, occasionally apologizing when I step on a foot or two. I breath a sigh of relief when I spot her ahead at the bar, but I end up stopping in my tracks when I see an unfamiliar red-head next to her.

The lights bounce off her wine-coloured hair, offering it a pretty kind of shine. Ren seems to be flirting, because this girl's cheeks are painted pink, perfectly manicured hand brushing her hair back in what I assume to be a nervous habit, because she does it a lot in between her smiles and laughter. I smile, deciding to let my best friend be and not interrupt, I'll find her later – maybe.

Deciding to head upwards, I trail up the steel staircase to the upstairs bar, plop myself down on a wooden stool, and silently thank Dior the bartender speaks English.

"Your drink, sir."

I make to pull my card out to pay, but the bartender ends up stopping me with a raise of his hands and a shake of his head. I furrow my brows questioningly, and in response, he gestures towards the end of the bar.

Following his gaze, I turn my head to find a pair of dark brown eyes staring back at me. His dyed blonde hair long, falling down to frame his round face perfectly, and his plump pink lips are pulled up into a smile. He tucks a few strands behind his ear, raising a brow at me, as if in question.

Who am I to deny such a beautiful man my attention ?

Grabbing my drink, I stand to walk over, and I relish in the feeling of his eyes roaming down my form slowly, with purpose, before reconnecting with my eyes as I sit beside him.

"와, 가까이서 보니 더 멋있네." he let's out a soft laugh, and I raise a brow, biting my lip nervously.

"I said, you're even more gorgeous up close."

My brows shoot up, my lips curling into a smile unintentionally at his accent. It's cute, yet his deep tone contrasts immensely with his angelic look.

"Why, thank you," I turn my body towards his, and hold a hand out towards him. "Nio."

He seems to realise that wasn't my actual name, but instead of questioning, he smirks and takes my much larger hand into his soft one. His warm palm sends a pleasant feeling through me, and it doesn't take long for that familiar feeling of desire to set in.

His eyes alone have me clenching... my jaw.

"Parker."

I nod, shaking his and holding onto his hand a lot longer than normal. He doesn't seem to mind though, and even takes the initiative to intertwine our fingers tightly, and proceeds to place our clasped hands on his thigh.

"Thank you for the drink, Parker."

His tongue laps over his lips, breaking his gaze away almost shyly. Jesus, his lips are seriously gorgeous. I refuse to leave without devouring them.

"Anything for you, Nio."

His voice, so sultry and deep, with eyes as dark as shadows, Parker has every intention and desire written all over his masterpiece of a face.

Guess Ren isn't the only lucky one tonight.

[aquaproductions]

I'm curious, what inspired your sona?

Oh this is gonna be long. I'm first gonna split it in a few parts.

Origin

Aqua stated as a Club Penguin Persona back in 2013, sadly all media of that era has been lost to time, but she was a brown penguin with brown/blue hair and a yellow beanie. Later on she I made her human and based on me.

As time went on and I joined college (2018) I was experimenting more, which leads to her Colors.

Colors

Simple. Aqua is based on Web Safe Colors.

I was in the middle of Web Design class when we learned about them and I challenged myself to make a character based on those colors and my boyfriend at the time (now ex) is into country music and I'm into EDM music so I based "Aqua" off of a DJ.

2023 Designs

As I got more confident with her design I was trying to find the outfit for her, that's where my best friend @lab-katt comes into play. As he's an amazing character designer, and created Cyber Bun Aqua as in idea. We leaned HEAVY into her DJ side.

Of course over the year I slow did more detailing, trying to see how far I can push her design with it being to crazy and I finally settled on her main design of 2024. Messing with her hair more. Her having extra green from her hair, funny enough, came from Murder Drones Remix which slow was added to most of her outfit. Aqua does have tattoos all over her body I just never did an updated version of them, so I have her old ones.

Of course Aqua isn't human. In her world, humans are called mutants, having powers and abilities.

Personality Inspiration

-Of course DJ Cadence is gonna be the oldest inspiration. She runs her own club so of course Aqua does too.

-Marina designs in any game are just flawless, and her being a skilled hacker. Aqua is not a skilled hacker but lives in a highly advanced City that she helped rebuild.

-I adore the game No Straight Roads and DJ Subatonic Supernova (Bottom right) and SAYU (Top Right) played a big roll in Aqua's design and music type she plays in her club.

A.I.K. and Red Hood fall under Aqua's fighting style.

-Aqua paralyzes her opponents by hitting different parts of there nervous system or trapping them in a spider web like attack.

- Aqua was a vigilantly before becoming a DJ, cleaning up her city a gang related crimes, very much like Red Hood. She also fights like a brute, hitting extremely hard and not holding back, but never killing.

Both her jacket and Bangles on her feet are weighted heavy (150lbs for her jacket 50lbs each for her bangles)

Music Inspiration

Phone Me First by cYsmix

Eden by cYsmix

Trade Glances by GenesisKeys

d.Side by GenesisKeys

GenesisKeys - AREaBLE

Violet Sky by The Fat Rat

Aspire - she

And that's it! Gosh that was long! I hope this helps! Aqua's lore is much more messy and I do plan on working on it more! I hope this answers your questions

[jaxthejaguar]

a meditation on the DJ scene

You are booking an event at a small club, or a bar big enough to have a stage with a dancefloor. The event will have a handful of DJs playing hour-long sets. You've booked all the spots but one, your closer for the evening, and your decision comes down to two options. Genre is not important for the purposes of this poll.

Option A is a guy who is pretty well beloved in the scene. They comes out all the time, they're friends with a lot of people on both sides of the decks, and they're kind of the life of the party. They DJ infrequently, and when they do, they doesn't really have the technical aspects down. Their transitions suck, they faderslam a lot, they don't play tracks out. But the dancefloor gets down to their sets when they do play because they play a lot of things people know, either in remix form or just tossing them in as a reference. They're also on social media a lot, talking about the events they're at (playing or not), but they also post some Hot Takes sometimes, and they can get a little problematic simply by way of being confrontational.

Option B is someone you're not as familiar with. They're not someone you've seen at your events, maybe only once or twice. But it turns out their resume is a mile long, with both IRL and URL events under their belt, and you can tell from pictures & video that they too pack the dancefloor. It turns out their mixes are meticulously crafted, with a keen sense on technical details, nearly-flawless transitions, and heavily curated tracklists; even if you don't recognize a lot of the music they play, it's obvious they have an ear for the future. However, their social media presence matches their event attendance; they mostly just keep to a tight circle of their DJ friends and don't post very much except to talk about events they're playing.

Which do you book? Please reblog for visibility and to extend my sample size!