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listened to the ep with jacobis mini-mutiny again and THE FUCKING. KILL CODE GETS ME EVERY TIME. ALPHA LIMA ALPHA NOVEMBER ALPHA????? SOMEBODY SEDATE ME
#HES LITERALLY LIKE THAT FUCKING. THE OVERUSED TIKTOK POETRY THATS LIKE#IM NOT AN ANGRY DOG I DONT KNOW WHY I BITE#HES JUST WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO GIVE HIM SPACE TO COOL DOWN BUT THE PERSON WHO USUALLY DOES THAT FOR HIM IS GONE#BUT HE KNOWS HE KNOWWWWWS THAT THIS ISNT WHAT SHE WOULD WANT#BUT HES TRYING TO PUSH IT ASIDE WHEN HE KNOWS HE CANT#ANYWAYS ANYWAYS#THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS SO FUCKING GOOD#ANYONE WHO SAYS THAT ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS ARE THE ONLY WAY TO HAVE AN INTERESTING CHARACTER ARC/DYNAMIC CAN EAT SHIT#JACOBI FOR LIFE.#wolf 369#wolf 359 spoilers
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PLEASE ( DONâT ) BE MY WINGWOMAN !
đđ đđđđđ his female best friend tries to help him win your love, but knowing her, it all goes wrong
feat. lyney, neuvillette, ayato ( separate )
note. gn reader, features : lynette, furina, ayaka. hello i am officially back and also officially 21 !! :]
LYNEY.
âOh, woe is me! Please assist, my dearest sister!â The magician sat sprawled atop the couch quite dramatically, backhand over his forehead feigning feverish feelings. âWhatever shall I do when the God of Romance is plotting against a hopeless romantic, such as I?â
âWhatâs wrong this time?â By contrast, his sisterâs voice proved no fluctuations, tone lacking the honeyed sound he needed for sympathy. Instead of catering to his sorrows, she instead sipped lightly at her tea, for it was far more relaxing than her brotherâs âwoes.â
Still, Lyney sighed. âThe love of my lifeâmy soulmate!â he cried out. âHow should I win the affections of my other half, when I canât even grasp the scale of romantic favor?â
âDesserts.â
Lyney sat up. âI beg your pardon?â
âGive desserts,â Lynette shrugged. âEveryone likes desserts.â This reasoning totally made the most sense to her.
She watched as Lyney started at her blankly for just a moment, and then he inhaled sharply. âSo I should⌠use desserts as my giftâŚâ With each passing word, Lynette watched as a staggering excitement in his voice grew tenfold. âAnd then, if I keep giving their favorite treatsââLyney gaspedââtheyâll start to associate the sweetness with me! Oh, Lynette, youâre a genius!â
Lynette blinked at him. That strategy explanation was not what she said at all, but whatever. Not her problem.
But when Lyney dragged her by the hand to go purchase desserts, and then forced her to sit down at the cafe just to watch him gift treats to you, then maybe it was her problem.
âA very special dessert!â he presented, and Lynette sat with disinterest as she watched your eyes light up at his cheap old appearance trick. âFor a very special person.â And now came her own eye rollâcaused by the way Lyney giggled to himself at the end of his own sentence.
Maybe it was charming ( but personally Lynette didnât see the appeal ), because there was a sparkle that appeared in your eyes in admiration of him. And suddenly, Lynette didnât understand why he was trying to win your love at all, because itâs clear to her that heâs already won it.
âThis is for me?â she heard you say. âThis is actually my favorite! Oh, Lyney, you shouldnât have!â
âDonât even worry,â she watched Lyney wave off. âIt was given to me for free at the shopââHuh?ââand I have no space for itââWhat was heâŚ?ââso I thought you might like it!â
Lynette blinked to herself. Then she blinked to herself again. And then one more time, and now Lyney was back to her spot with you no longer in sight. âHow did I do?â Lyney excitedly questioned her. âA good start, right? Step one of your idea to get my crush to become obsessed with me is complete!â
Okay first of all, that was literally not her idea, but maybe she shouldâve communicated it better. And second, âWhy did you lie? That dessert wasnât freeâYou specifically bought it to give to them.â
Lyney immediately raised a finger with that confident smirk of his. âBecause, my dear sister,â he began, âitâs called playing hard to get.â
If she could sigh, she would. âYou canât be serious.â
âI am! And Iâm taking this game very seriously, too. Do you know how hard it is to keep my cool when Iâm around the love of my life?!â
âPlaying hard to get just makes it harder to get someone, Lyney. They might lose interest and move on.â But still, Lyney insisted. And still, Lynette just silently rolled her eyes.
The next time this happened was literally only a day later. So much for playing âhard to get,â she supposes. Perhaps Lyney didnât quite fully understand the scope of how suspicious it was to offer you another âfree dessertâ only a day later. Or, he was just so lovestruck he absolutely could not wait to talk to you again.
Lynette decided the answer to be the latter option.
And once again, he claimed not to buy this dessert on his own, and Lynette did not miss the obvious eyebrow raise you gave her brother this time. You were still grateful since it was your favorite, of course, but it was rather clear you were beginning to question this. Lynette sighed to herself.
âLynette!â Lyney called excitedly once he left you. âOh, dear sister, did you see it this time? She stayed with me a bit longerâgrabbing the plate much more slowly. She must have been at the start of falling in love withâ!â Lyney stopped when he saw the empty seat. âUh, Lynette?â
Farther away, you suddenly yelped in surprise, almost dropping the plated dessert in your hands.
âSorry,â Lynette mumbled. Oops, she didnât mean to scare you. But⌠maybe appearing in your field of sighs so suddenly once you turned a corner and coming from a darkened alleyway was not the most subtle.
âItâs alright,â you brushed of. âOh, you must be Lynette, right? Lyneyâs sister!â
âCorrect.â Ah, how would she bring this up? She was never really the best with words⌠And definitely not when she had to use a lot of them. âUm, my brother,â she started. âDonât mind him being weird.â
At the mention of her brother being weird ( perhaps she should defend him, but whatever, he was being weird. ), you seemed to relax. âYeahâŚâ you trailed off. âHeâs been giving me these desserts latelyâdidnât seem too coincidental that he keeps getting them for âfreeâ⌠Especially since theyâre, um, not even having a promotion right now.â
Again, if Lynette could wack her brother on the head right now, she would.
âHe likes you.â
The sudden shock on your face tells Lynette that maybe she shouldnât have said that so bluntly. Or that she shouldnât have said that. At all.
âYouâre a very dear friend to him,â she correct. Oh, wait, but she didnât want to completely shut off the idea of romance. Correct it again, quick. âOr, very dear person⌠Yeah.â
You stayed quiet for a moment, probably trying to process the amount of confessions and corrections she just shot at you. Archons, you probably thought her and her brother were so weird. Unfortunately, she couldnât blame you.
âThanks, Lynette,â you said, and she noticed your feet shift to walk away. âActually, I think Iâll keep that in mind for next time.â
Well, Lyney certainly hoped you would. She just silently watched as you walked off. But she wasnât worried, no. As long as you spoke of this ânext time,â Lynette was sure her brother would eventually succeed with you, even if he was being weird at this game.
NEUVILLETTE.
The thing that gets Furina the most excitedâabsolutely elated, much shown in the way she kicks her feet and patters her fingersâis the fact that her dear Iudex has no idea heâs so in love with you.
To not only her, but also the rest of Fontaine, word is quick to spread with the simple way his feet always end up turned in your direction, or how lips curve a slight upwards motion when he speaks to you. Or, the way his feelings of admiration brings out the colors in his eyes, and the shyer tone in which he laughs along with you.
And Furina, being the bestest of friends she certainly is, only wants whatâs best for the Chief Justice, truly! Itâs such a downer seeing him be a quiet, unsociable, hard-to-get-along-with loner all the time. And so, the moment she catches wind of his feelings, she is more than quick to come up with a way to loop the two of you together.
She pats herself in the back. Sheâs confident that heâll totally thank her for all her efforts later.
This confidence still yet remains even when she has you standing up nervously on trial, wide eyes a bit scared to be accused of a crime by the Hydro Archon herself. And Neuvillette atop his seat looks exasperated, much so in a way the audience is always eyeing him with fluttering eyes and chattering whispersâbecause the Iudex is looking at you with such a public display of concern that he has never been known to show another on trial.
Oh, she could already see the Steambirdâs morning headlines! Chief Justice Neuvillette casts eyefuls of worry towards the accused?! Or, The Iudexâs rumored lover: Accused by Lady Furina?! âOh, oh! She was so excited!
Amidst her internal giggles was when Neuvilletteâs cane came hammered down on the wooden floor of his balcony seat, silencing every voice in the Opera Epiclese. âFurina,â his voice scatters as firm as ever, though the Archon could some people gasp to themselvesâAh, she could always trust her people to spot even the slightest difference in his voice; He was clearly angrier today! âI believe you have some explaining to do.â
âIs it not obvious, my dear Iudex?â she loudly proclaimed as if acting in a performance. Her voice was playful and teasing as always, and she could tell Neuvillette was much more annoyed by it than usual today. âI am pressing charges against a darling citizen, yet a criminal over hereâŚ!â
And that was when she threw the back of her hand over her forehead for dramatic effect, making you only more nervous upon your stand. Such an increase in your fear was clearly noticeable to the Iudex, of course, as he immediately spoke to silence the Archon accusing you.
âAnd what would those charges entail, Furina?â
There was a sudden glare in his eyes, almost threatening. But oh well, nothing he could doâShe knew he would stick by the law and allow her to make her claim anyways. This was so easy, she could almost laugh to herself!
âForâŚâ
Oh, celebration was already at the back of her mind!
âMurder!â
âŚHoly shit. Oh Archons. She was supposed to say theft. âTheft,â for stealing Neuvilletteâs heart. But instead she slipped up and said murder.
Oh, she canât take that back now. But⌠But no worries! She was the beloved Archon that had absolutely no issues performing for her peopleâergo, she could totally come up with a new plan! Certainly, a single-word slip-up will surely not mess up her entire pickup line here.
âYes, you heard me,â she played along, hands balling to fists and dramatically sitting at her hips. âMurder!â
âFurina!â Neuvillette silenced from his place below on the podium. Never before has she seen his facial expression this angered. There was a furrow between his brows that betrayed his usually calm and emotionless lookâand aw, she thought it was so romantic for him to show these emotions so outwardly just for you! The audience must love his display of passion right nowâall to defend your honor! âWhat is the meaning of this?â his voice boomed.
Furina cleared her throat. âMurderâŚâ she began to make her case against you. You, who looked up at her so fearfully. She almost felt bad. âFor⌠For breathingâŚ!â Wait, thatâs not what she meant. âNo, no, like murder⌠of breathâ of my breathâ no, of Neuvilletteâs breath, I meanââ Okay, at this point, she just needed to spit something out. And that was when she raised a finger, pointing it accusingly down at you and making her claim: âYou killed Neuvillette!â
The next instance was filled with a silence so deafeningly powerful that she felt her own stomach churn and her knees grow shaky. Well, this was definitely an embarrassment she hopes to never feel again.
Surely, this silence wasnât awkward enough for her land the finishing blowâŚ?
âLike, you stole his breath awayâŚâ she tried. âSo you technically killed him.â
Okay maybe it was time for her to shut up.
Neuvilletteâs face; oh, he looked absolutely furious. This was not the picture-perfect sight of cherry tomato blushing she was hoping for here. And you: a horror-stricken disbelief. Your mind looked like it was racing to comprehend both being charged with such a serious crime, and having the Chief Justice just randomly outed in public for⌠having a crush on youâŚ?
Meanwhile Furina stood still in her usual place, just about ready to curl up and die from her failed attempt at a love confession. But before that, perhaps Celestia heard her prayers.
The audience pretty much erupted in girlish screams and whispersâall those watchful citizens of Fontaine who treated your relationship with Neuvillette like the hottest topic of the century, like the storybook romance they were reading obsessively. And now, Furina watchedâwatched as your expression contorted to slow realization that maybe your Archon wasnât exactly lying about Neuvilletteâs feelings, and that maybe almost the entire nation was already romanticizing you two.
And then, there: that was when Furina watched as your face blew up an expression of pure embarrassment, all the fear being completely wiped away. Then Furina could almost die when she turned her gaze to Neuvilletteâwho was still watching you very intentlyâand how the ends of his ears turned a blushing red.
Oh, this view was priceless. Once again, perfect Focalors saves the day!
KAMISATO AYATO.
Thoma clicked his tongue. âTall and awkward.â He squinted his eyes. âPractically unrecognizable in Inazuma despite your status.â Then, he tilted his head. âAbsolutely terrible at small talk.â
Finally, Thoma nodded his head. âYep, you donât have a chance, my Lord.â
Thoma yelped as a paper fan hit his shoulder, and that was when Ayaka slid at the seat next to him. He made a quick apology to her, but when Ayaka looked across the table, she saw how her older brother didnât seem quite phased at Thomaâs mean evaluation at all.
Instead, he seemed to be really considering what was told to him.
âOh, brother,â Ayaka caught his attention. âDonât listen to Thoma, he was only being mean. Personally, I think you have a good chance at winning this date!â
âNo, no, Thoma might be right,â Ayato pondered. Aw, Ayaka didnt like it when he doubted himself. âAll of those traits may make this date go horribly wrongâI might end up appearing as undesirableâŚâ
Ayaka frowned. She may not have a love life of her own, but that didnât mean she wasnât watching her brotherâs love life like an Inazuman drama act or like a romantic storybook. And the fact that Ayato has downright fallen tremendously hard for youâwho Ayaka also loved dearly, and who she admired so muchâmakes her pray to the Archons every night for your relationship to set sail.
So Ayato scoring this first date with you was already a big deal on its own. Only⌠He wasnât quite sure what date plan would make him the most appealing man to be courting you.
Of course, who else could he turn to, other than his darling best friend and sister? Ayaka certainly had no expertise in this, but if there was one thingâŚ
âBrother, please take this!â Across the table, she shoved a stack of just a few papers, slightly faded and lightly wrinkled, into his hands. He blinked in surprise at them for a moment before squinting at the rushed handwriting that clearly did not belong to his sister. âThe Traveler gave this to me; Itâs a recipe for a pizza dish from Mondstadt!
And that was how she ended up here, watching with Thoma from the sidelines of the estate as Ayato gives you the friendliest smile can force upon himself as he offers to make the both of you food. Now, the last time Ayaka tried this, she blew up the oven with the Traveler in earshot. But surely, she knew her brother had much better survival skills than she did, and there was no way he would ruin a perfectly easy pizza recipe.
But then Thoma almost burst out laughing from their secluded hiding spot, and that was when she noticed her brother bringing out not one, but instead two platters of pizza. A rather odd aroma in the air. Oh.
âI thought weâd spice things up!â they heard Ayato say to you, clasping his gloved hands together and regaining his weird, excited smile and that equally weird, excited tone in his voice. Oh brother⌠âOne pizza is normal, and the other pizza has random toppings I threw on itâas a taste test!â
And when he set the two down, it was⌠quite interesting. One was a normal mushroom pizza, cooked based on Travelerâs recipe: Ayato certainly made it much better than Ayaka couldâve attempted. But the second pizza was topped with a rather colorful palette: lavender melons, sea grass, and what looked like Sea Ganoderma. Ayaka and Thoma already found themselves gagging at the smell.
When Ayaka glanced at her blonde companion, he was furiously shaking his head at her, running a thumb straight across his throat as if saying âItâs over for him.â And honestly, Ayaka might have to agree this time. Maybe she shouldâve never given him that pizza recipe or that cooking idea.
âA âtaste testââŚâ you echoed. The two eavesdroppers heard shifts from your side do the table, meaning you reached forward to grab a sliceâthey quite obviously guessed you picked the regular mushroom pizza. âThe host should go first, donât you think?â
Oh? Did that mean you were interested in this game of two after all? Ayakaâs eyes practically lit upâShe was so excited for her brother!
âIâll take up that offer of yours,â Ayato chuckled lowly. And with no gag or hesitance at all, he takes a large bite with a whole unsavory mixture of the ingredients entering the cave of his mouth. âMm, not bad at all.â
You were visibly surprised by his calmness, now reaching out to grab a slice of your own and biting it just as he did.
But almost immediately, that bite was spat right back out onto a napkin at the mere taste of this weird concoction. âBleh, Lord Commissioner! How did you manage to eat a whole slice?!â
The first thing Ayaka and Thoma noticed: The way you said this was amidst laughter. You were laughing, and it even sounded like you were smiling. Because whenever Ayato tried this sort of gross mixing method with Thoma or Ayaka, they would also say the same line of disgust, but in an unfavorable way. But, noâYou sounded genuinely lighthearted?
The second thing Ayaka and Thoma noticed ( from even the slightest of peeks ): The big, bona fide grin on Ayatoâs face at your reaction. Oh, he was absolutely eating this up, as no one ever showed a positive reaction to his weird little hobby before. And of course, being partnered with the fact he was ( not-so ) secretly in love with you, only made it so much better for him.
âIt was alright, Iâd say!â he spoke excitedly, a hint of an uncontrollable laughter and uncontrollable smile laced in his voice. âIt had the most memorable texture, and the taste felt like I was in touch with mother nature.â
You only scoffed at him in a joking manner, âNone of those âcomplimentsâ of yours werenât inherently positive, Commissioner.â
To that, he gave you another big grin before silently reaching to eat yet another slice of this suspicious pizza. Well, Ayaka supposed her brotherâs weirdness landing a perfect date with you, after all. And then she pat herself on the backâbecause maybe, giving him that recipe was the best mistake she could make.
// not proofread ;; THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNIER THAN INTENDED. BUT IM BAD AT BEING FUNNY :(
#neuvillette x reader#ayato x reader#lyney x reader#kamisato ayato x reader#genshin x reader#genshin imagines#genshin x gender neutral reader#lyney fluff#neuvillette x you
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Warnings: Language, slight smut, touching, body-issues, reader has insecurities over big chest, ass slapping, oral sex (f receiving), self-esteem, mentions slight panic and anxiety, mirror play, and NSFW.
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Plus size Reader
Wordcount: 1,945
A/N: Iâve had a lot of negative comments from people/my family about my weight lately, so⌠This is self-indulgent. I need Eddie to make me and my body type feel appreciated.
Buying lingerie to show Eddie and heâs honored that someone dresssd up for him.
You had fumbled with the bags all day, caught between regretting your decision and ready to take it on. Eddie wasnât like other guys⌠other people, really. It wasnât that you feared what he would do, no. It was the humiliating dread of him being nice to spare your feelings, the worst possible outcome equaling out to disgust at your surprise. But you had pushed it aside, freshened in your shower, applied a different makeup look to frame your features, then slipped an old parka on over the black lace.
Youâd forgone heels and kept your boots on, those easy to take off once you had arrived at the trailer, your giddy boyfriend greeting you like heâs never seen you a day in his life. With the air conditioner properly placed in the trailer, Eddieâs hair was down, curled around his shoulders, a simple white tank top and black cut off sweat shorts over his trim form. Heâs always beautiful to you. The amused smirk on his face did not go unnoticed, however, upon taking in your parka in this sweltering Indiana heat (even at night). It was an automatic âitâs cooler in my room, if you wanna?â offer, with him grabbing two bottles of coke from his fridge on the way.
Time to do this thingâŚ
~*~
When he pushes his door open, the coolness that carries his Old Spice, nicotine soaked scent, it hits you square in the face. You relax a little, already sliding your fingers into your jacket buttons, popping them open and working the zipper. His back is to you as clears some space on his dresser, going on about why youâre wearing a coat, if youâre okay, what is it about. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, an anxious reaction, and youâre shoving the coat off your shoulders, exposed skin immediately stimulated with the prickles of electrifying goosebumps. And Eddie, god love him, he isnât at all prepared for what he sees when your voice hooks into his attention span and gets him to turn around.
âEddie?â
Initially, you take his shocked look as something bad. His widened eyes and slack jaw, the way he runs his fingers and tugs at his own roots. You feel an immature burn of familiar tears, reaching to pick up the coat and apologize. His voice leaves zero room for that energy in here.
âNo, baby. No, sweetheart.â Layering on pet names to help soothe you, he calms the panicked nerves he can see escalating.
Though his own heart rate is out of control, his tongueâs tip on fire, touching his cheek, sweats suddenly tighter. You are his personal goddess on the daily â something he never expected, nor looked for. And you did this for him? The devil freak gets something special from an Angel like you? Temporarily halting your actions, you do notice the way his eyes expand into the depths of midnight black, how he reaches to adjust himself in his sweats - it keeps you here.
He reaches for you with that outstretched, tattooed arm. âBaby? Let me in. Let me see? Iâm just not used to thisâŚâ He rushes to correct his phrasing, already knowing what it could do to you. âI mean, Iâm not used to a hot fuckinâ woman getting dressed up for a guy like me, yâknow? Takes a minute to sink in. And honestly? Iâm waiting for Wayne to wake me up right now.â
It all clicks for you. It isnât just about your insecurities, but this also giving something special to someone who also struggles to see confidence and self-worth. Youâve never been more proud of yourself than in this moment, overcoming your fears to get Eddie Munson this excited? You take his hand with a soft smile, albeit, still shy as he brings you around to pinch your chin between his fingertips, leaning in to press a kiss to your noseâs tip. His voice is gravelly, soaked in heat. Eddieâs mouth ghosts across your own, barely touching as he asks, âPermission to touch?â
You give into him, hand still in his, the other raising to hold onto the warmth of his shoulder, twirling his curls into your grasp to ease some nerves. His eyes immediately widen as he truly gets to look you over. Overflowing thighs in a beautiful thong, your thick curls peeking out of the sides, your beautiful legs â clad in silk sheer stockings, lace trimmed to meet, your stretch marks, your scars, the way, in which, you carry your plush stomach, to your full breasts that spill over the cups, and even your makeup â different, darker, more smoldering. He tips the digits of his spare hand, rings clinking together as he tickles his way up your forearm, tracing the vein back down, until heâs tapping on your pulse point inside of your wrist. Hands join, his grip shifting you into a twist, with your back pressed against his chest, and how badly he wants you nudging at your bare ass cheek.
You bow your head from immediate reflection in the mirror â something your boyfriend has yet to see. Heâs too busy watching the way your ass swallows that thin black strap, this set showcasing all the indents that cascade down your thighs. And even your boots, he loves that you kept it you, that you didnât force yourself into heels. You donât like them, he knows this. He lets his fingers path their way along your spine, rubbing across the clasp on your bra, pausing to ask once more, now quite aware that youâre looking awkwardly at his messy floor.
âSweetheart? You okay up there?â Itâs silent for a beats, but then youâre mentioning his mirror.
He fights back a sigh, because how can you not see how perfect you look â without or without all of this. He wants to keep your comfort in mind, but itâs also important that he helps you see how fucking gorgeous you are. So he shakes his head, his curls tickling your shoulder blades.
âI donât think so.â
You object, stopping yourself when his voice pleads into a softness that youâve never heard from him before.
âI want to try somethinâ. And if you donât like it, we move away from the mirror, kay? Zero pressure, all your call.â
You have to admit that youâre intrigued, and excitement bubbling beneath your breastbone, dumping molten lava over your flesh. Eddie can see you inhale sharply through the mirror. He does that downward nod, brow raised, and youâre nodding. Heâs so giddy that his tongue pokes out in concentration, joined hands freed, one of his dipping backward in a journey to slide the back of his knuckles across your thong strap. You arch into his torso, watching him watch you.
Thereâs a primal confidence that stirs in your belly, twists inside of your gut, ultimately soaking you between your legs. And as he finds the clasp on your bra, getting it unhooked in one go, only for his hands to dance along your sides, hook underneath your armpits, and immediately begin to tease your areola in languid strokes â you lose it. He allows his chin to rest on your shoulder, his voice the cure for everything youâve ever needed, or will desire. âLook at yourself. Donât look at me, just watch yourself.â
Your gaze finds your own body, not even caring at the exposure of your breasts or how they hang (something you are trying to be okay with, you know), heart accelerating full speed ahead, sure that Eddie can feel it. Itâs almost like his mimicking the way he runs his fingers across the body of his guitar â easy, languidly, making sure to dip and curve when necessary. He goes with your head tilt, his voice finding your earlobe, hot breath causing your nipples to harden. âThis body, itâs like the shield of your secret world. One that only Iâm allowed intoâŚâ He breaks apart his sentence to drop his hands over your navel, curling into that ticklish spot that has you shivering.
âEddieâŚâ You watch your lips part, tongue licking to smear your lipstick.
It seems as if youâre watching a private show, beautiful woman and her beautiful lover. Youâre out of body, yet you have never been more present. Eddie, he can hardly think, his breaths falling over uneven pants, his cock so hard that his eyes could cross. He canât stop touching you, wonât dare miss how your eyes have glossed over at the performance your body is giving you. He can cry within this moment, so grateful, so fuckinâ proud of you.
So he keeps going, saying what he feels in several organs. âYour body is a map and I get to explore it with these.â He wiggles his fingers against your tummy, letting them fall above your elastic waistband, before they dip inside. Holy Christ, youâre warm, and he hasnât even touched you properly.
âWith my lips.â His lips find the flesh of your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth â tasting your perspiration, your body wash⌠you.
He watches your legs spread on their own accord, beckoning him to take what he wants. His fingers brush through your soaking wet curls, a moan leaving his throat so deep that it echoes inside of his diaphragm. Fuck. Youâre a mess. Both of you hold your breaths as his fingers glide along your seam, combing through your hair, making it even sloppier, cruder.
And the way you soundâŚ
It is you who looks up first this time to catch the reflection, enchanted by the way his knuckles and the rings adorning take shape beneath your lace panties. He lets his remaining hand smack your ass, one cheek at a time, before it cups your breast to give a pinch. Youâre shocked when he releases you to come around and briefly block your view. But he presses his sticky fingers to your mouth and you suck them in without question, enjoying your own taste (something you would barely try beforehand), and Eddie literally gasps, tugging you by a love handle in for a crushing kiss. By the time you part, youâve left your lipstick stain on his fingers and his own mouth â your claim.
Thatâs when he licks his lips, dropping to his knees, giving you an entirely different view. Heâs at your feet, tugging your panties down, a thick creamy web threaded from you to the crotch, making you swallow harshly. You balance on his shoulder to step out, left in just your boots and thigh high stockings. He rubs his hands along the material, squeezing, appreciating the flesh beneath. His brown irises are left to a simple ring, a murky abyss shadowing his sclera.
His does that thing with his mouth, the one that causes you to fold like a lawn chair. And then heâs speaking to you, using two fingers to noisily part your cunt. âYou can even take my tongue captive inside of you, empress.â
Your hands drop, fisting into his curls immediately, as he wastes to time to give you one solid lick, gathering what he has to circle your opening, his tongueâs tip then pushing into you. Heâs whining in little grunts, vibrating between your legs, in absolutely heaven on earth. You begin to ride over his face, hand in his curls, unrelenting, one finding your nipple to play with. Youâre doing exactly as heâd hoped â watching yourself receive his worship. And this is something he will never let you forget.
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Paper Rings. || Joe Burrow
*The moon is high like your friends were the night that we first met. Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet.*
When Jaâmarr Invited me to the Super Bowl after party I was not expecting the level of commitment they had given to celebrating. I donât think there is a single person in this room other than me thatâs sober. Iâve been hiding away in this corner hoping that J will have forgotten Iâm here, and for a while it works. Once he spots me I have no way out. Heâs coming over with a goofy grin on his face followed by what looks to be his buddy Joe. In all the years that Jaâmarr and I have been friends I havenât actually met Joe. Until tonight I guess.
âWhat are you doing over here?â Jaâmarr asks, pulling me into his side and looking expectantly for my answer.
âIâm just enjoying the festivities..in private.â
âI have someone I want you to meet.â He turns around waving for Joe, who had got caught up by someone in the crowd, to come over.
âJoe this is my best friend from back home, y/n. Y/N this is my buddy Joe Burrow.â Joe holds his hand out and I take it giving a slight shake.
âJoe Burrow? I donât believe Iâve heard of you.â I say sarcastically in an attempt to lighten the mood.
âWell Iâve been waiting for this for a while. Chase talks about you all the time. Itâs nice to put a face to the stories.â He says, the nervousness still evident in his voice.
âJ likes to keep me hidden away from all of his friends. He thinks theyâre gonna fall in love with me or something.â Joeâs grin reaches all the way to the corner of his eyes and he glances sideways to see J just staring off into space.
âI guess itâs a good thing heâs too high to understand whatâs happening right now.â
âLooks like everyone is.â
We talked for a while longer before he got swept away, and maybe itâs the contact high from all the weed but I went home and read everything I could find on the internet about Joe.
*The wine is cold like the shoulder that I gave you in the street. Cat and mouse for a month or two or three.*
Why do people think inviting single people to weddings is a cool idea? Iâve been sitting at this bar for 20 minutes waiting on my glass of wine, which isnât free by the way. The only reason I agreed to come to this silly thing is because the bride is the only friend Iâve made since Jaâmarr convinced me to move to Cincinnati two months ago. Weddings suck. Iâm so immersed in my thoughts that I donât even notice when someone slips into the seat beside me. My eyes grew wide as I glanced over to find a familiar mop of brown hair.
âBe honest, are you stalking me?â He asks playfully. If heâs been at this thing the whole time I definitely didnât see him.
âWhy would I stalk some meat head football player? I mean youâre not even rich.â I spit back playfully.
âOkay, you got me there. What are you drinking tonight?â
âIâve been waiting on a glass of wine, I think he forgot about me.â I fake pout.
âDonât worry Iâll take care of it.â He waves down the bartender (who momentarily fanboys) and asks for two glasses of white wine, we have drinks within seconds.
âOh the perks of being QB1.â A blush creeps onto my cheeks as he examines my face.
âIâm sensing youâve got a problem with meat head football players.â
âOnly the kind who get special treatment.â I pick up my purse and take out some cash to pay for the wine but he immediately pushes it back towards me.
âLet me.â
âI donât need any charity Joe. I can pay for my own drink thanks.â I go to slide the cash onto the counter again but he stops me for the second time. âHow about you just let me get the drink and you can pay me back?â
âAnd how do you suppose I do that?â I question suspiciously.
âLet me take you on a date?â His eyes are hopeful and they arenât looking away from mine. I canât help the chuckle that escapes my lips. I stand up placing the cash on the bar in front of him before leaning down to whisper in his ear,
âLike I said, I donât need any charity from you.â With that I turn on my hell and walk out the door. I hate weddings.
A few hours later I receive a texts that says:
I need the charity, go on a date with me?
I hate to admit it but I thought about Joe for the rest of the night. It only took him two months of texts and well timed âvisitsâ to Jâs until I finally said yes.
I like shiny things but Iâd marry you with paper rings. Uh-huh, thatâs right. Darling, youâre the one I want.
Okay, so maybe I underestimated what it would be like to date the most famous quarterback in the NFL. My self-esteem has taken some major blows over the last year and with another season of football looming around the corner I donât know if I can take it anymore. Fans are not thrilled to see Joe dating a normal âaverage lookingâ woman. Every time I show up to a game and they put me on that damned jumbotron there are clips of me circulating for a week until a new one comes about, the entire world just picking me apart. Which is why I have been strategically avoiding Joeâs questions about whether I will be attending his first preseason game tomorrow. Until now that is..
âOkay, talk to me.â Joe says, staring directly into my eyes as we sit across from each other at the kitchen counter.
âTalk to you about what?â I laugh nervously and start to fidget with a leftover piece of paper from crafts with his nephew yesterday.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours? Why arenât you answering my questions about the game? And why do you look like youâre about to throw up?â He says matter of factly, taking the paper out of my hands and messing with it himself.
âItâs nothing.â I mumble looking anywhere but at his face.
âY/N.. if you donât tell me what is going on, Iâm asking J.â No way he just pulled the Jaâmarr card. Who told me it was a good idea to date my best friends.. other best friend.
âFine.. I just.. your fans donât really like me Joey. I donât know if I want to subject myself to the same torture I went through last season.â He sets the paper aside and pulls my hands to his mouth. Letting his kiss linger on my knuckle for a few quiet moments as he thinks about how to respond.
âI donât care,â he looks me right in the eyes, âI donât care what they say, or what they think they know about our relationship. Youâre my girl. Youâre the one that I want. Nobody is going to change my mind, donât let them get in your head.â I canât help the love and appreciation that seeps through me, I pick up the small piece of paper that he had formed into a ring while we were talking and focus on it for few moments to collect my emotions, he laughs and takes it from my hand before walking around to my chair.. âI love you, and itâs not because of what other people do or donât think of you, itâs because youâre you. And because even if the only thing I had to give you was this little paper ring youâd still love me back. Thatâs whatâs important to me. Not all that bullshit on the internet and in the tabloids.â I laugh as he slides the ring on my left hand and wipes a tear from the corner of my eye.
âI think thatâs the most Iâve heard you say at one time.â
âWhat can I say, youâre worth getting passionate about.â I stand up and pull him close, leaning up to kiss him.
âI guess I better find me a game day fit,â He smiles before laying another peck on my lips, âI love you too, Joey. Just so you know.â
âI know.â
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Stumbling Under Watch, (YAN! Pt. 4)
Romantic! YAN! Batfam x female reader;
TLDR: Reader gets wasted, Nightwing and Batman clean up.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
You stumble slightly as you make your way down the darkened street, the world around you swaying just a bit too much. The night air is cool against your skin, a welcome relief from the heat of the crowded bar you just left. The cool air feels freeing, and you take a deep breath of liberating Gotham air, wincing at the stench from the alley beside the bar. You feel more grounded despite the smell, banishing the anger sparked in your chest at the way an equally wasted dude had invaded your personal space and tried to gyrate on you without permission, flipping you off in irritation and storming off when you expressed discomfort. After that, the party atmosphere was more suffocating than fun and you'd rushed out to avoid having a panic attack.
You're lost in your thoughts when a shadow suddenly drops from above, landing gracefully in front of you. You blink, trying to focus and feeling apprehensive before a grin spreads across your face.
"Nightwing!" you exclaim happily, your voice slurring a bit. You sway on your feet, reaching out to steady yourself against a nearby lamppost though your expression is filled with adoration. "Bludhaven's shimmery blue star! What are you doing here?"
Nightwing, with his charming smile and easy demeanor, steps closer. "Just making sure you're safe," he says, his voice smooth and reassuring. "Walking home alone at this hour isn't the best idea."
You laugh, a little too loudly. "I'm fine," you insist, though your unsteady stance says otherwise. "You shouldn't be wasting your time on me. There are criminals out there, real bad guys to catch."
He chuckles, the sound warm and infectious. He loves the way you gestured vaguely to Gotham City when you emphasize 'bad guys', as if the whole city is suspect. "You think making sure you're safe isn't important? The bad guys can wait a little while."
His charisma is almost palpable, and you can't help but feel your worries start to melt away. "Well, if you insist," you say, giving in with a shy giggle. "But I can walk myself home."
"I know you can," he replies, his tone playful yet earnest. "But let me do this, okay? Iâd hate myself if something happened to you."
You roll your eyes playfully, feeling a burst of courage from the alcohol. "You are so cheesy, Mr. Nightwing," you tease, poking him lightly in the chest. "Are you always this sweet, or is it just because I'm drunk?"
He grins, clearly enjoying your boldness. "Only for you," he says, leaning in slightly.
You snort, shaking your head. "Wow, you really don't stop, do you?"
His dazzling blue eyes twinkle with mischief. "It's working, isn't it?"
You can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from your chest. "Okay, maybe a little," you admit. "But I still think you should be out there saving the city."
"Right now, making sure you get home safe is my top priority," he insists, taking your arm gently. "Humor me?"
You smile, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the alcohol. "Fine, fine. Lead the way, hero."
As he guides you down the street, he keeps up a light, flirtatious conversation that makes the walk feel shorter and infinitely more enjoyable. You're so inebriated, you never wonder why he seems to inexplicably know exactly where you live.
"So, do you often walk home alone at this hour?" he asks, his tone casual but with a hint of concern.
"Sometimes," you admit. "I like the night air. Clears my head. On nights like these, it just feels like walking through a dream."
He nods, his expression thoughtful. "I can see that. But it's still not the safest choice. Someone as cute as you needs to make more safe choices."
You laugh again, shaking your head. "There you go with the cheesy lines. Do they teach you that in hero school?"
He smirks, not missing a beat. "Maybe. Or maybe it's just you that brings it out in me."
Before long, you've reached your apartment complex. Nightwing doesn't stop there, though. He walks you through the lobby, making sure you stay steady on your feet with a supportive arm and attentive eye on your unpredictable drunken antics.
"You really don't have to walk me all the way up," you say, feeling embarrassed gratitude. "I can manage from here."
"I know you can," he replies with a smile. "But I'd feel better knowing you got to your door safely."
And how could you say no to him?
You relent, letting him guide you to the elevator. When you finally reach your apartment door, you turn to face him, "Thanks, Nightwing," you say, your voice filled with gratitude.
He smiles, his eyes twinkling. "Anytime. Get some rest, okay? And call me if you need anything."
You're not sure how you'd call him, but you nod, fumbling with your keys. "I will. And, um, thanks again. For everything."
As Nightwing watched you struggle with your keys, his earpiece crackled with the familiar voice of Red Robin, his tone stern and disapproving.
"Dick, you shouldn't be walking her home like this. You're neglecting BlĂźdhaven," Tim's sharply criticized, echoing Bruce's concern from the last meeting.
Before Dick could respond, Jason's voice broke through the comms, equally sharp. "Shut up, Tim. You don't get to criticize Dick for wanting to make sure she's safe. You've got no say in this."
Dick could feel the argument brewing, frowning in disappointment at the discord between his brothers. Before it could escalate further, Bruce's deep, authoritative voice entered the conversation.
"Nightwing, return to BlĂźdhaven. You've done a good job here, but your city needs you."
His words were calm and commanding, diffusing the situation. Dick quietly sighed, covering his disappointment with a charming smile as soon as you managed to get the door open and shoot him a victorious grin.
"Understood, B. Heading back now."
As you disappeared into your apartment, your voice drifted back through the still-open door in a dreamy, love-struck tone. "His smile is so pretty⌠and he's just so nice. I can't believe how lucky I am to have him looking out for me," you chattered, clearly smitten in your drunken state.
Dick smirked slightly, knowing full well the others could hear your every word. Leaving the comms line open for a few moments longer, he lets your adoring comments linger. Then, with a decisive click, he turned off the comms, making a silent point to Tim and Jason about just how much you liked Nightwing.
Closing your apartment door for you and locking it from the outside with a copy he kept close at all times, he left your apartment complex. You wouldn't realize he'd locked it for you of course, but his smile beamed with satisfaction and his heart was brimming with protective pride nonetheless.
As the Bat-family patrolled the streets of Gotham, the hum of their comms network buzzed to life. Red Robin, monitoring the city from the Batcave, noticed a concerning scene unfolding on one of his screens.
"Guys, we've got a situation," Tim's voice crackled through their earpieces, urgency lacing his tone. "She just left her apartment. Sheâs still stumbling around. Think she raided her vodka cabinet or something."
Dick responds first, amusement evident in his voice. "I honestly didn't think she'd figure out the door."
Damian replied dryly, "You only locked it."
Dick chuckled, "I know."
Jason Todd's voice chimed in, brimming with readiness. "Iâm nearby. I can check up on her, make sure sheâs safe."
Before anyone could respond, Bruce Wayneâs authoritative tone cut through the comms. "Iâll handle it."
There was a moment of silence, the team recognizing the finality in Bruceâs words. No one dared to argue with Batman when he made up his mind.
"Roger that," Dick responded, "Be careful, B."
Red Robin watched the scene unfold through the CCTV cameras they'd placed discreetly in and around your apartment. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for you, knowing you were about to face an irritable Batman. "Good luck," Tim thought to himself, sending mental prayers your way.
You had made it halfway down the block, the cool night air barely sobering your senses. Your steps were unsteady, and the city lights blurred in your vision. Just as you were about to cross the street, a dark figure landed quietly behind you, almost blending into the shadows.
You jumped at the noise, a startled gasp escaping your lips as you turned to see motherfucking Batman standing there, his eyes piercing through the darkness. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice was a low growl, sounding angry.
"Batman! What the fuck, you scared me!" you exclaimed, your heart racing from the sudden fright. You can't help but clasp your hands to your chest, feeling the frantic beating as blood rushes through you. You're either superbly wasted or just a pussy because you're convinced he almost made you faint with his dramatic entrance. "I wanted some air. Nightwing walked me home earlier. I'm fine."
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming and you have second thoughts about staying out late. "It's not safe out here for you," he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You know you shouldn't have even left after you were escorted home."
"But I..." you began, trying to find your footing both literally and figuratively. You're not sure what you're even protesting against, but you feel like your decision to stupidly walk the streets of Gotham drunk should be respected somehow. Why do Gotham's protectors even care if you're drunk out here anyways?
"Look at yourself," he continued when it's apparent you can't get your words together, his judgmental gaze taking in your disheveled appearance. "It's late, you're drunk, and you're not even carrying pepper spray. You need to go back home."
You pouted, crossing your arms defiantly. "I can take care of myself."
He sighed, his expression softening slightly but his voice growing sterner. "No, you can't. Not like this. I'm taking you home."
When he reached out to guide you, you resisted his touch, pulling away stubbornly. Without missing a beat, he effortlessly picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. "Hey!" you protested, your fists lightly thumping against his back.
"Enough," he said sternly, his tone brooking no argument. "You're going home. Now."
As you squirmed, you felt a strange mix of frustration and a sudden, unexpected arousal at his show of dominance. The firmness of his grip, the authority in his voiceâit stirred something inside you that you couldn't quite ignore, and you unclenched your fists, letting them drop with an exasperated sigh. Wouldn't want to make his job harder, after all. He did do a lot of great work for this city, you reasoned, quieting your whining and miserably relaxing in his controlling grip.
Despite your new lack of protest, his hold on you was unyielding as he carried you back to your apartment. The scent of leather from his suit and the solid feel of his body against yours made your heart race for reasons beyond just anger.
When he gently set you down at your apartment door, the bat-eared figure before you swirled in your vision, the mix of alcohol and adrenaline making it hard to focus. You could barely tell, but it seemed like he had a small smile on his face as he opened your door and ushered you inside with an intense look.
You stumbled into your apartment, turning back to see him still watching you. As he softly closed the door behind you, you swore you heard him murmur, "Be a good girl." The words sent a shiver down your spine, leaving you both unnerved and aroused.
With shaky hands, you locked the door, leaning against it as your mind raced. The night had taken an unexpected turn, and you were left feeling a confusing blend of emotions. Nothing a shower and your favorite comfort show couldn't fix, right?
As you plodded off to grab your towel and turned on the shower, Tim reported your apparent intentions to stay inside. The shadowy figure that had been lingering near your apartment, ready in case you tried to sneak out again, turned and grappled off towards the next order of business.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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SILVER PLATTER â l.jn
pairing: jeno x f!reader
genre: band!au (not mentionned much!!), uni!au, friends to ?, 3k~
synopsis: when you get confessed to in front of your friends and band members, not everyone seems to think it's funny.
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ââ I know that we arenât really close but ever since the day you asked for my notes in our english literature seminar last year, iâve been admiring you from afar! You always look so mysterious and so cool and- and, youâre even in a band! I- I donât really listen to your groupâs music except for your partsâ your voice is really beautiful!â iâve loved you for so long and iââÂ
âBut,â you cut off the nervous boyâs rambling a little too firmly than you would have liked, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to calm yourself down. âI don't know youâŚâÂ
There it is, the sentence that makes Donghyuck burst out into laughter.Â
You can hear a stifled laugh from where youâre standing near the guitar stands and you donât even have to guess to know who the culprit is. You can feel your friendsâ eyes boring holes in your back from the other side of the room and you just know Jaemin and Donghyuck are having a field day seeing you like this.Â
When you look back at the boy in front of you, you audibly sigh as he turns beet red, holding his hands in front of him and staring at his shoes. âLook, iâm sure youâre a really nice guy but iâm not really interested in datingââÂ
You feel bad, even more so when heâ whose name is still unknownâ gives you puppy eyes. Automatically, your voice softens as much as possible and a frown takes over your face.Â
ââyou.â
Your back is still turned to your friends but you know they are listening in on the conversation as best as they can, hungry for anything with which they can tease you with.Â
Donghyuck is glued onto every word you tell the poor boy, narrating everything in a whisper to Renjun. Renjun (you pity him, truly) doesnât seem fazed by the ongoing situation, which only makes his best friend complain.Â
You donât even have to glance their way to know that Donghyuck is probably taking up all the space on one of the couches in the corner of the music room, legs dangling off and arms crossed over the backrest.Â
Youâre sure heâs smiling with every second that passes. Heâs so evil, you think.
The boy in front of you seems to space out for a minute or so and you, being the awkward person and people pleaser you are, stay still in place, patiently and nervously waiting for him to gather his thoughts.Â
He snaps out of it when he hears Jaemin chuckle about disliking âtomatoesâ and you donât think youâve ever wished to be buried six feet under as much as you do now. Why canât they just act normal in delicate situations!
You cross your arms over your chest, your hoodie (Jenoâs hoodie, so unofficially your hoodie) keeping you warm as cold wind enters the room every time someone opens the door.Â
This is awkwardâ worser than usual.
Itâs not the first time someone has confessed to you, but it certainly is the first time that you canât even place a name on the person asking you out. Guilt fills your veins but youâre sure the guy doesnât feel that good himself either.Â
You place the notebook you were holding on the desk next to you and rake a hand through your hair, other hand on your hip as you wait. And wait.
The hoodie hangs comfortably off your shoulders and the mix of laundry detergent, mint and raspberry-lemonade fills your nostrils. In a way, the scent is comforting, surrounding and hugging you.Â
You really like Jenoâs laundry detergent. Maybe he can tell you the brand he uses.
You also really like how fruity the hoodie smellsâ hints of raspberry floating in the air around youâ just like the smoothie Jeno had bought for you earlier that morning. You think itâs cute how there is something that âbelongsâ to you on something that belongs to Jeno (you even smile a bit at the thought).Â
Oh. This feels weird.
Just before you can turn around and glance at your friends, a small voice interrupts your thoughts. It takes you a few seconds to realize the boy (heâs probably a few years younger than youâ maybe a sophomore?) is talking to you and when his eyes meet yours, he quickly clears his throat and starts over.Â
God, you feel awful. Youâre the worst senior ever.
This time, you really try to focus on his words, although the giggles and teasing chuckles coming from the back of the room make it a really difficult task. âuhm, you- you said you didnât want to date me,â he gulps and you almost cringe at the tremor in his voice (poor, poor guy) âis it because you have someone else?âÂ
Well, you didnât expect him to be so blunt minutes after getting rejected.Â
Nodding your head a few times, your tongue feels numb and your fingers start to tingle at how tight you curl them into a first. You donât really know what to say, partially because you donât want to make the boy cry and also because you know your friends are listening.Â
Donghyuck is listening (heâs always listening) and everyone knows how dramatic he can be. He would probably gasp and claim your reputation as the hot sultry cold-hearted bassist of your band is ruined.
Jeno is listening too. You donât even want to start thinking about his possible reactionâ that can be a problem for another day (procrastinating is your biggest flaw).
Oh well, honesty comes first. Your mom would be proud if she knew.
The words coming out of your mouth in waves are barely comprehensible and you realize mid-sentence that the one supposed to understand them the most doesnât. So, after a sigh and a deep breath, you start over.Â
âIâm single but I do have my eyes on,â you pause, voice cracking and ears redâ you can just feel them watching you, âsomeone.âÂ
(You hope the boy doesnât realize how awkward and stiff you are).
Itâs like waiting for a verdict, standing there in the middle of the room while the boy slowly comes to realization. When it finally dawns on him, he throws his backpack on a desk nearby and starts to quickly gather his things, scrambling to put them in his flimsy bag.Â
Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out so you just stare in surprise. Just when he begins to zip up his bag, he turns to you and upon finding you staring at him, flinches, sending his open bag toppling to the ground.Â
Notebooks, pens and papers cover the ground soon after and at the disheartening sight at your feet, you crouch down alongside the sophomore (or freshman, youâre not sure) to help him pick his stuff up. He likely didnât notice you crouching down to help him because he flinches even harder when you accidentally brush up against his sleeve.
In a split second, heâs out the door, the words âIâm sorryâ dying on your tongue. Heâs left behind a few scattered papers, a textbook you were holding out to him and a single pen hiding near a desk leg.Â
You, on the other hand, are ready to bury yourself alive. What an awful day (it all started this morning when you ran out of milk for your cerealsâ ugh, you really donât want to talk about it!)
With a huff and pressed lips you get up from your spot on the floor, brushing off the dust from your knees and picking up your notebook from one of the desks. Shame overwhelms you as you walk back to your friends in the corner of the room, holding both books in your hands and trying not to let the embarrassment take overâ youâll probably cry.Â
Jaemin is the first one to greet you with a grin you can only describe as malicious. His arms are crossed over his chest and he seems to have enjoyed the scene, just like Donghyuck, who whistles and pushes your thigh with the tip of his shoe when you walk by.Â
You throw the two notebooks on the old shabby coffee table and plop down on the couch, burying yourself as deep as possible in the sofa. You grab a pillow next to you and put it on your lap, using it as a shield for your eyes.Â
Donghyuck continues to laugh all throughout and you even hear Renjun let out a little chuckle. Assholes.Â
Jeno is the only one you havenât heard from since youâve come back to your little circle and when you uncover your eyes, you notice how his jaw is clenched. He looks intimidating, one arm hanging off the armrest and the other behind you on the headrest. Heâs lazily tapping the side of the couch with his fingers but you know itâs only to calm himself down. You donât realize youâre staring until he speaks up.Â
âStop trying to analyze me, psych major freak.â oof.
You roll your eyes, huffing and expressing your discontent through a pout as you hug the pillow. Itâs not long before he gives in and flicks your forehead, eyes softening. âStop trying to make me feel bad, it almost works.â He mutters.Â
(You like that you know his weaknesses by heart).
âHey yn,â You whip your head around at the mention of your name. âyouâ sure the guy wasnât something for you? I heard he works at that new cafe on campus you like.â Jaemin laughs at his own joke and highfives Donghyuck, proud of himself.Â
You fall silent for a short while. âIs that why I kinda recognized him?â anyways, that doesnât matter, he could literally be my little brother!â You whine a bit, âyouâre not even being funnyâŚâ
Renjun tsks at his friendsâ behavior but continues mindlessly scrolling through his phone, clearly more invested in a random reddit AITA tiktok video than their endless banter.Â
This time, itâs Donghyuck that decides you need to be teased. âSo, are you going to tell us who your prince charming is, the oh-so famous guy you like?â
âAbsolutely not.âÂ
âOh câmon!â Donghyuck offendedly throws his hands in the air, âIf Jeno had asked you, you would have told him..âÂ
You can only chuckle a bit as your friend had already given up, sliding down the couch to prop his feet on the coffee table, ultimately making it creak. Jeno doesnât miss the way your cheeks heat up, and you donât miss how he smirks because he knows âHyuckâs right.Â
A small group on the other side of the room starts prepping some instruments so you let yourself relax, falling back against the backrest and pulling the hoodieâs sleeves over your hands.Â
You really enjoy hanging out with your friends in the music room, itâs never boring. More often than not, the room is completely empty for you to use, and with its couches, taking naps between band practice is a must and a privilege on campus.Â
Your seat on the red couch is your self-designated spot, and sometimes when youâre feeling extra childish, you tease Jeno about having deliberately picked the spot next to you, even though you know Renjun always chooses the beanbag and the other two always run for the leather couch, leaving him with no other option than next to you.Â
Jeno never denied your claim though, because with time itâs like he indeed deliberately chooses the seat next to you, every single time.Â
He also likes hearing and seeing you giggle after you tease him, but you donât have to know that.Â
If Jeno had to be honest with himself, he knew he was a bad liar when it came to you, but that didnât stop him from trying to act like he was oblivious to your friendsâ teasing concerning your close friendship.Â
He knows they would probably text him later that day, snarky comments about how youâve been wearing his clothes much more regularly than usual. And like always, Jeno would just send a disapproving text back, followed by two or three middle fingers emojis, depending on his mood.Â
Tonight, it would surely be five middle fingers.Â
Thereâs one thing he canât deny though, and itâs that you are indeed wearing his clothes more regularly. At first, he would roll his eyes when seeing you in one of his sweaters during class, just to keep the act up, but now, he canât help but look you up and down and give you a little nod.Â
You had loved to point out that he smiled yesterday morning when seeing you, which he rushed to deny, ears furiously turning red.Â
You looked good thoughâ maybe he would lend you his new green hoodie (moreso âaccidentlyâ leaving it at yours after hanging out). He just knows the color would suit you.
His arm is still on the headrest behind you and your hair brushes against his sleeve. He could pat your head right now, or fiddle with the loose strands of your hair, his hand is right behind you. He doesnât let himself indulge in that little fantasy (heâd prefer to call it a fleeting thought) of his though. Not yet at least.
Your eyes glance over jenoâs profile, watching his hair fall in front of his eyes and his eyelashes flutter, before a small chuckle escapes your mouth. You turn to Donghyuck just as Jeno looks at you, curious.Â
âMaybe Iâll tell yâall one day.â You smirk, acting disinterested as you study your nails, shrugging, âMaybe not.âÂ
A loud whine escapes Donghyuck and you have to cover your giggles so as to not âoffendâ him more. Your friend drags his plea on, lifting his arms in the air to show his desperation and getting slapped on the arm by Jaemin in the process, trying to shut him up.
Shivers run down your spine when you feel Jenoâs breath near your cheek and your eyes widen slightly, not used to the proximity. When you turn your face to look at him, body slightly stiff, you make eye contact with him and he seems entertained by your reaction. With the way his eyes shine and his lips are curled, you know his tone is going to be teasing. âYâknow, you were very professional back there..âÂ
You donât answer directly, startled, so your laugh sounds a bit breathless as you try to find the right words, your mouth suddenly dry. âYou think so?âÂ
He hums, leaning back a bit and spreading his legs before lifting one over the other. âIf you need me to pretend to be your boyfriend, just ask,â With a grin, he swipes his fluffy hair back, some strands immediately falling back, too unruly, âIâll come running.âÂ
Youâre surprised by his forwardness but canât help but find it endearingâ the way his smile turns warm and adoration fills his eyes. Itâs something youâve always enjoyed seeing in Jeno, and knowing itâs directed towards you makes you giddy, your cheeks heating up.
Youâre shying away but you donât really want him to know all the effect he has on youâ although youâre sure he knows quite well alreadyâ so you tease back, head tilting to the side, âJeno Lee, are you offering yourself to me on a silver platter?â You furrow your eyebrows dramatically, mouth opening in a mocking gasp.Â
In return, Jeno eyes your crossed arms and cocks an eyebrow, âI wouldnât want to overshadow your crush though.âÂ
You lick your lips and Jeno stares.
âHe wonât have to know.âÂ
A smile breaks out onto his face and you tear your gaze away, too embarrassed by your own words to face him. You can still feel his eyes on the side of your face so you look down to his jeans, swiftly flicking his upper thigh to direct his attention elsewhere. Anywhere but on you really.Â
A short chuckle leaves him before heâs coughing to cover it up, wanting to please you. Itâs not long before he too faces your other friends and allows himself to relax a bit, finally rejoining the friendly banter in your circle.Â
You donât question it and Jeno doesnât express it but the arm he slides over the backrest and around the back of your neck and shoulders means something. The weight of his toned arm feels nice on your shoulders and the touch of his fingertips against the sleeve of your hoodie is almost fleeting, but still present.Â
Unconsciously, you smile and Jeno thinks youâve never been prettier, with his arm around you and a soft blush adorning your cheeks.Â
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Ghost wasnât a man who knew how to do relationships. Even when he was a teenager, the idea of romance was stamped out of him when he watched his father beat his mother. Love between two people didnât exist to Ghost, and yet, he found himself sweet on the recruit theyâd gotten from overseas a few months ago. If there was a person who had Ghostâs demeanor and Soapâs personality, it was her. Quiet when the moment called for it, always watching, always waiting, loud and boisterous when a party needed to be started.
He bonded with her over a love of fine bourbon and good knives, finding himself watching her at every opportunity to see if more of her would be revealed to him. He wasnât going to ask, of course, a man like Ghost never asked. He observed and acted with careful thought.
Starting a relationship with her, however, proved to be a much more arduous task. Soap had once teased her about her love of having a knight in shining armor and sheâd practically floundered in embarrassment while hastily spitting out, âWell, Iâve saved myself since I was eight. Forgive me for wanting someone to take care of me and treat me like a princess.â And thatâs when Ghost realized that she wanted it all. She wanted the roses on the first date, to wear that sexy red dress, and go to a fancy restaurant. To have a man be a gentleman and open doors and pull her chair out, but still a little suggestive and whisper blush-inducing words in her ear when no one was looking. She wanted someone who would wake her up with slow kisses, bring her breakfast in bed, take her dancing under the streetlights when it was drizzling in the cool night.
She wanted what Ghost couldnât offer her.
And yet, he tried to.
He had successfully asked her out with a dozen red roses, managed to get her into a red dress and to a nice restaurant, but the longer he found himself sitting across from her, the more he felt himself becoming uncomfortable with the environment. Too many windows, too many open spaces, too many unfamiliar faces. His nerves were on alert, and it was only until her hand gently rested on his that he looked at her, blinking in shock.
âSimon?â she asked, cocking her head to the side. âIs everything okay tonight?â concern was etched onto her face. âYou look like youâre gonna have an anxiety attack.â
He swallowed thickly and shook his head. âIâm fineâŚjusâ not used to this is all.â
âDinner with a pretty woman who can kick ass?â she joked, and he tried for a smile but managed to make a better grimace. âSimon, whatâs wrong? Really?â
He let out a breath and closed his eyes, feeling like a fool for being in his thirties and unable to properly explain his emotions like a teenager. âIâm trying to give you a good date, butâŚI donâtâŚâ she gently encouraged him by brushing her fingers against his hand. âI donât know how to do this right. And IâŚI donât want you to get upset that Iâm not doing it how you want.â
âHow I want?â
Simon gestured vaguely. âA knight in shining armorâŚtreating you like a princess.â He looked at her. âIâŚcare about you, love, I just donât know how to do this in a way that you deserve.â
Her eyes shown with a softness, and she nodded her head, then pulled away, flagging down a waiter for the bill. He wasnât even able to argue when she paid and pulled him up, dragging him to the car where she ordered him to drive her back to base. And all the while, Ghost was cursing himself for being so open that it wasnât until he was trying to stop his heart from escaping his throat at her quarter door that he realized it.
She opened her room and walked in, stopping when she realized that Ghost didnât follow her. âSimon?â
âLook, I get it, this isnât what you want, but I just need toââ
âWill you get in here?â she huffed, pulling him in by his suit jacket. âJeez, canât even read the room.â
âI donât follow?â
âYouâre a smart man, but I think youâre spending too much time around Soap.â She smiled and sat on her bed, bright expression lit up at him as she said, âSimon, I donât need you to be some type of prince for me.â Holding out her hand, she added, âBesides, I think a knight in shining armor is a little far-fetched even for you. Youâre more like a death knight. The grim reaper. Death incarnate. Deathââ
âI got it,â he scowled and sat down, taking her hand in his. âSoâŚyou donât want the whole suit and tie?â
âYou look like youâre genuinely going to have a hernia, Simon. Itâs like you stuck a cat in a Halloween costume. Besides, you look the best in a pair of dark jeans and that jacket-hoodie combo you always have going on.â She looked away, embarrassment in her tone as she admitted, âItâs sexy.â
âYou think Iâm sexy?â he teased, and she rolled her eyes, glancing back at him.
âI once watched you break a manâs neck with just the heel of your boot and thatâs when I genuinely realized there was something wrong with me, because it was very enticing to see how deadly you were.â
âSo, you donât want to be saved by a prince, you want to be saved by an asshole knight who was assigned to guard the irritating princess against his will? And they bicker at every single moment of their life?â
She snapped her fingers and pointed at him. âThatâs the relationship goals.â She smiled at him. âAnd then they fall in love, and he realizes that his irritating princess is actually all heâs ever wanted in life.â
âBesides a paycheck.â
âBesides a paycheck.â She gently reached up, cupping his cheek, thumb brushing over his lips as she murmured, âSimon, I donât need you to be something youâre not. I just need you exactly as you are.â
âYeah?â
âWell, maybe you can smile at me more than you do everyone else. Maybe not be so grumpy with me.â
He knocked his forehead against hers. âI already do that with you.â
She barked a laugh. âHA! Couldâve fooled me. You grunt at me like you do Soap.â
âThatâs because you and Johnny become Dumb and Dumber when you two get together.â
âWe do not!â
âAnd you turn into the three stooges when you get Gaz in on it.â
âThat one might actually have grounds, but the juryâs still out on the former.â
âUh huh.â
She shifted, throwing a leg over his lap, perching herself gently atop his thighs, forearms resting on his shoulders. âWhy donât we get out of the nines, put something comfier on, and get takeout? We can eat Chinese watching the water and talk shit about our childhoods.â
Simon visibly melted beneath her and leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. âYeahâŚthat sounds good.â
Clearing her throat, she leaned back a little and offered, âYou should help me out of this dress though, Lieutenant Riley. See I canât reach the zipper and Iâm defenselessly naked underneath.â She batted her lashes. âI need a man of upstanding honor to make sure that no one can take advantage of me in my nude. A man who wouldnât feel up all this woman underneath her clothes.â
Ghost smirked, reaching behind her to grab the zipper of her dress. âIs that right?â he started pulling down. âWell, I hate to break it to you, but there are no men with upstanding honor here.â
She sighed dramatically and feigned passing out, a hand pressed against her forehead. âOh no, whatever shall I do in the hands of this scoundrel? Am I really to give in to the throes of passion and let him ruin me and my honor?â
The zipper touched the top of her rear, and he slipped his hands inside her dress, feeling her warm, bare skin beneath. âFunny, I was thinking that exactly.â
âMy bodyguard is going to kick your ass,â she retorted, arching against his palms as they smoothed up her back to securely pull her down by her shoulders. âIâm serious. Heâs very protective over whatâs his.â She leaned in and murmured, âHe once cut a manâs head off for touching me.â
Ghostâs chest rumbled with a growl, and he leaned into her ear. âWell, well, Princess, itâs a shame you canât tell your bodyguard from a common knave.â
âOh, I can,â she flirted, tugging at his tie. âItâs just fun to see him get annoyed.â She grinned and curled the tie in her fist, yanking him forward. âTreat me well. Princessâs orders.â
He matched her smirk, already turning her back into the mattress, hands pushing up her dress to her stomach. âAs she wishes.â
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iâm not sure if youâre currently writing for ushijima but if you are/will, could u write something smutty about reader telling him that they have an oral fixation đ¤ (i havenât really seen any of your works for ushijima so iâm quite curious about how you write him. love your toji works, btw! <3)
Mouth on Body Experience
Oml you're my first HQ!! request, noonie! :00 Tbh with you, I never posted any of my HQ!! works because it was during a time when I was on and off with writing (not to mention it was chara x chara stuff bc I wasn't into x reader stuff back then), so this surprised me when I saw it in my inbox, lol. But I love Ushijima sm, like he's so cool and is definitely one of my top characters in the entire series!! Hope I did him justice in my writing since it's been so long, ty for this prompt! o(â§â˝âŚ)o
Also, s/o to my wonderful mootie, @cu7ie, for helping me out with this!! I hope your day is going swell and wish nothing but good vibes your way~~ â mwah-mwah!!
Cw: Ushijima x reader - explicit content; minors DNI - oral (m! receiving)/blowjob + handjob; implied first time giving him a bj - teasing; biting/sucking on the body (reader exploring Ushi's body with their mouth) - humping + grinding - tiny overstimulation for Ushi - pet names (baby, love) - kissing/makeout session - minor ball worship - Ushi is a bit confused but supportive - will proofread later :P. Wc: 2.6k
You peek through the door to the bedroom, taking the silence into account despite knowing someone is occupying the space. He prefers silence anyway, so it's no surprise that the television isn't even on. The only things that bring life into the room are the warm colors of the sunset painting the walls and your boyfriend sitting on the edge of his bed.
Having Wakatoshi Ushijima as your boyfriend is one of the many mysteries to the world and you. As many outside observers would think, being in a relationship with the guy has been quite a journey. Not to say that is a bad thing, though. If anything, it's been going rather well.
Going into the relationship knowing you'd be dating one of the world's Olympic powerhouse volleyball players was intimidating enough. Yet, it's a different story actually meeting and talking with him in person, his fierce aura adequate to suffocate you then and there. But as the days go by and things calm down, you two slowly but surely feel comfortable in each other's presence. You start acting like a couple and expressing your love naturally.
You knock on the door, waiting for his permission before proceeding inside. When you hear his voice call to you, you move past the entrance and enter his room.
On the edge of the bed sat Ushijima in his usual comfortable house wear comprising of a plain white tee and sweatpants. His eyes focused on the item in his hands, a book that his eyes diligently skimmed from page to page. His concentration doesn't hinder until he notices you walking up to him, his face lifted slightly to look at your figure entirely.
"Hey," you greet him, to which he returns with an incline of his head. "What're you reading?"
"It's the book you left here last night," his deep voice still has you hard to believe, but it's become a welcoming timbre in your everyday life and is now something you love to hear. "I saw the reviews on the back and it had me interested."
You lift a brow. "You read the reviews on the cover?"
He lifts a brow in return. "Are they meant to be ignored?"
The giggle is stifled, trying to exit your lips. So thorough. "No, no, you can read them. Most people will read because of a cover or if the writer is their favorite." Your boyfriend watches you sit beside him, leaning against his shoulder as he returns to his reading. I bet he's gonna read the author's notes at the end when he's done.
You chuckle at your own joke, but Ushijima doesn't pay any mind, just putting an arm around your waist to keep you close to him. The two of you relish in each other's company; the warm hues peeking through the window blinds cover your backs with an imperceptible blanket of warmth.
With the rise and fall of his shoulder, you bask in the sun's dying glow while your breathing syncs with the man next to you. This moment almost fills you with peace, embracing the domestic feel within this space between you and your boyfriend.
But, again, it almost does the job. Because you remember why you even came into his space in the first place and the butterflies in your stomach party to your dreadful dismay.
You peer up to look at Ushijima, who keeps reading until you call for his attention. "Hey, Toshi?" His olive eyes flicker to you when you use his nickname, and your heart skips a bit when he immediately shifts his engagement to you. "C-Can I kiss you?" You don't know why you stammered around your words; it was a simple request, nothing too extreme. It's not like you two have never kissed before, but the idea in your head makes it nerve-wracking.
The tall man displays no reaction outside of a slight lift of a brow, but no words are needed when he places the book down by his side and his hand rest on your soft cheek. Your eyes instinctively close when his face decreases the gap between you, and firm, smooth lips land on your plump own. Just when you would sink into his touch, he withdraws himself from you, leaving a tiny whimper to exit your mouth.
"Can..." Your hand finds its way to the big one on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek's surface. "Can I have another?"
Again, he doesn't use his words, just inclining his head towards you to kiss you. It's a few seconds longer than the last before he removes himself again, only for you to grip his shirt to restrict him. "Another, please..." your voice dials to a whisper, and a soft moan is shared when his lips return to yours. He retires again. "Anothâ"
Before long, Ushijima shushes your pleas with kisses without further approval. His hands bring you closer to him, and â before you know it â he's now on his back to the bed with you straddling him. Large palms roam around your waist and hips while you kiss him back, slowly venturing further down with each hump of the hips to gently grasp your ass.
There's no point in restraining the moans that naturally flee out of your mouth. This is what you wanted; this is what you came to the room for.
Well, to be specific, it's leading to what you came here for.
Throughout this relationship, you have yet to disclose your oral fixation. Perhaps it's because being with a man like Ushijima still intimidates you to share your sexual interests with the man. Nonetheless, it's something you've been longing to share with him. There have been instances where it would sneak in through your intimate moments, yet you choose to stop yourself and not ruin the atmosphere with your boyfriend.
So you've resorted to relinquishing this craving with activities to keep you busy: the usually chewing gum, biting or sucking on your tongue, or chewing on your nails.
Regardless, today is the day you try to initiate this part of your being with Ushijima. You've been dying to have your mouth on his body for the longest time â especially with how attractive and well-built the man is has been driving you crazy.
It all excites you, enthralls you. However, you snap back to reality when you hear a hot groan from the man you're straddling, realizing you're still kissing him. To your horror, finding yourself sucking on his tongue, you quickly exit off the bed. Heavy pants from the two of you fill the bedroom, and your wide eyes look into his hooded dirty gold ones.
"I-I'm so sorry, Toshi!" You're quick to throw apologies his way. "I got a little ahead of myself!"
"Mmm. It's fine." He nonchalantly reassures you, wiping the spit on his lips with the back of his hand.
Yet, you continue to ramble on. "No, really, sorry about that! I got a little carried away. I was thinking too much..."
"Thinking about what?"
Oh shit.
Now why the hell would you put yourself out like that? "Huh?" You try to play dumb despite understanding it won't work on him.
Ushijima exhales through his nose before hoisting himself up from the bed. "It's pointless to back out of something when you're the one who's done it." His blunt words hit like knives to your figure, internally groaning as he stands up in front of you. "What's on your mind, Y/n?"
Oh fuck, I've done it now. There is no way out of this; you'll have to tell him what's been troubling you recently.
"I...I wannaâOkay. So, I have this thing with my mouth, right?" You can tell the expression on Ushijima's face doesn't coincide with the supportive nod. "It's like...It's a habit of mine where I use my mouth on stuff to stimulate myself?" At this point, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Just get this over with, me! I can't take it!!
"So, I've been thinking of...you know," your mind and gut are doing gymnastics, toying with your uncomfortableness to this entire situation. "I want to use my mouth...on your body...."
Olive brown brows furrow and you quickly sprout more nonsense. "Th-That's unless you're okay with it! If you don't think you're okay with it or you feel discomfort, then I won't be hurt in any way! It's totally up to you because I can justâ"
"Y/n." Your rambles are muted by the use of your name, his brows still scrunched with an indistinct expression. "I'm not following: why would you want to use your mouth on my body?"
"Well, because," your face gets hot by the second: not just from you revealing your secret, but also your boyfriend asking questions. "I like your body, Toshi. Especially with how nice your physique is, I just kinda want to...play with it a little? Make you feel good..."
Ushijima's facial expression molds to a softer tone when you confess to him, and his eyes drift to the side as if he's searching for the right words to say. It makes you anxious with how in-depth he's taking this into heart, so you squeak when his goldish orbs return to you. "Is it something that I can help with?"
"Umm, yes, yeah!" Confirmation stammers out your lips. "I mean, as long as you're up for it."
He places his hands on your waist to bring you close to him. "I am."
He looks at you with hooded eyes, and the romantic tension from before fills the room. "Yeah?" Your voice winds down to a murmur.
"Yeah." His voice lowers as his head comes down to you, and your lips once again welcome the feel of his.
And with that, Ushijima finds himself back on the bed with you on top of him. You carry more confidence than previously as your kisses become more passionate and hot, teeth bumping into each other and you nibbling on his lip, resulting in abrupt groans.
Your hands venture down to the hem of his shirt, hesitantly raising it inch by inch. And Ushijima notices your desire for access, and a big hand engulfs yours and lifts the shirt to reveal his abdomen and pectorals.
Kisses from the mouth trail down to his neck and clavicle, and he tries to stop himself from moaning to your sweet touches. Your lips pepper all that's exposed to you, quick licks onto his pecs, and gentle bites on his nipples. It's evident now that the man is enjoying your actions, limiting the pleasure in his voice while his hands stick to your waist as his hips rock with yours.
Your hand sneaks down from his well-defined abs to his pelvis, fingers intruding under the band of his sweatpants and brushing against the soft material of his briefs that shield his now erect cock from your mere fingertips. Ushijima hums with his baritone voice, large palms dare calm down to your butt and knead the flesh, and you purr to his firm grasp.
"May I use my mouth?" It was a tiny suggestion, yet there was a distinct connotation. You haven't ever given your boyfriend a blowjob before, so this was new waters you were treading cautiously with. Nevertheless, he surprises you with a nod, egging you on to resume. A feeling of giddiness corrupts your senses, placing chaste kisses on his nipple down to his abs, and Ushijima has his hand on your head the further you go to his lower region.
You're now on your knees on the floor as you pull his sweatpants and underwear to his thighs, and the image of his erection springing out in front of your eyes has you practically drooling in anticipation. Every crevice, every dent, and every vein of his dick is mesmerizing to the eyes, and your curiosity gets the best of you when his body jerks at your hands grazing his balls. How vulgar.
"Hmmm, Y/n, love," he calls to you with whimpers â a rarity to hear but beautiful to the ears. "Go easy on me..."
And you just give him a lovely smile before you move a hand on his cock, stroking the length in a slow but firm motion. He jolts to your grasp, throwing his head back and sinking into the mattress as your palm slides up and down his limb. It gets worse for him when he feels your tongue flicks on his balls, sucking on his sack prompts moans of bliss to substitute the silence of the room.
The summer sun continues to descend, the waning heat losing its touch in the room. But the warm sensation of your mouth on his shaft has Ushijima's skin hot to the touch, his hands gripping the comforter beneath him. And he hisses when he senses the work of your tongue on the tip of his couch, lapping on the sensitive glands while simultaneously stroking him and massaging his sack.
Your cheeks go hollow when you take the head to your mouth, relaxing your jaw as you gradually suck all of him at your own pace. Your boyfriend has to bite on his lip and try to not buck his hips toward you. But it feels so fucking good when the velvety walls of your throat accommodate his girth and size; your wet muscle on the underside of his dick sends electric waves every time it brushes up and down from your bobbing gesture.
As for you, it feels like you're under an ecstatic spell as you work your way to the base of his cock with every suck. The cockhead hits the back of your throat at a delicious angle that you mewl on the member, eyes shut to fully enjoy the experience and commotion between your lips. Tears start to prickle, spit and drool coat his shaft, and your brain goes foggy when his musk blocks your nostrils. The throbbing sensation between your legs gets unbearable by the second, and you grind your thighs together to ease your lust.
Ushijima has done well trying to maintain his steel composure; however, no matter how he tries, he soon succumbs to the warm and pleasurable feeling of your throat when he thrusts into your oral cavity at a reasonable tempo, going faster and faster when the notion of his release crawls up within him.
"Haaaah, ahhhhâMmmph!" Moans fly out from his mouth, no longer attempting to keep this from escaping. "Dove, I'm about to cum in yourâHnnngh!! Ahhh, shit, shit," and he grabs your head to keep you steady as he ruts into your throat. The orgasm hits the both of you, and a few deep strokes result in him shooting his load inside you, forcing you to drink all he gives you.
And you happily do so, waiting for his thighs to stop jerking as you take in every bit of his essence. Once he's done ejaculating, you slowly remove yourself from his sock, a soft pop evidence of you two no longer connected. You swallow and gulp any remainder of his load before climbing back onto the bed to lay beside Ushijima, who turns to his side to survey you thoroughly with half-lidded eyes.
You sigh with a smile. "Enjoyed yourself?"
While his hand caresses your cheek, he hums as his response. "Did you?"
"Yes, very much so. Thank you, Toshi." You start to feel drowsy as the room becomes dark, the warm colors of the sunset dulling as the moon sheds light.
"Of course, dove."
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Vicarious Happiness
Anon Request, âHi!! I love your work so much and I hope your doing wellI have a request if thats cool, it's fluffy raphael x reader(she/her) and it's like raph being all soft for once and letting his gard down and laughing and his brothers seeing this and they get all sappyâ
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It was the sounds of loud, hardy laughter that drew Leo from his once peaceful meditation. He knew that laugh and felt a familiar agitation itch at his mind, wondering what prank Raphael had pulled on Mikey this time. However, when he stepped out into the main living portion of the lair, he was quickly surprised to find the red banned turtle to not be cackling at his youngest brothers peril, but instead joyfully laughing along with you. While his laughter was louder and much deeper, no one could miss the cherry colored blush of your face as you laughed equally along. The leader of the four brothers made his way over to the kitchen, where he had spotted his two other siblings apparently watching the wholesome scene between Raph and the brothers close friend. âDonnie, you didnât drop laughing gas again did you?â, Leo questioned with a raised brow and covering his snout. Hazel eyes glared behind self made classes. âIâll have you know that was Caseyâs fault! Also, no, I didnât. Why do you ask?â Rolling his own eyes, Leo pointed a thumb over to where you and Raph sat close on the couch. âI ask because Iâve never seen Raph like that unless he did something. Whatâs up with him?â âCanât you tell?â, Mikey jumped in with a swoon, batting non-existent lashes at Leo, âWhatâs up with Raph is (y,n)!â Leo scoffed, shoving Mikey out of his personal space as the other wiggled his brows. âWait, are you guys serious? I know the two are close, but Raph like that? No way!â The two youngest brothers only smirked at each other, Donnie then stepping over to throw an arm around Leo. âAu contraire, my dear brother. Just take a look for yourself.â Leo did, and as he took a moment to really examine the scene before him, it wasnât long till he caught on just like Mikey and Donnie had. It was the way Raphael looked at you, as you babbled on about something random but dear to yourself. His eyes held a fondness so rarely seen for someone such as him, a softness to his gaze rather than typical annoyance. It was as though he was deaf to your words, instead memorized and taking to memory the way you shined and glowed as you spoke so excitedly. However, Leo was also sure that for you, Raph was also making an effort to remember each and every single one of the words your spoke. Your voice and tone sounding like a melody to the terrapin no doubt. His body language was also a dead give away. Rather than taut or imposingly flexed, Raph sat comfortably with an air of, dare Leo even think it, vulnerability. There was not a sense of guardedness, no such thing as what he gave even around those he considered friends. With an arm slung over the couch and just an inch from being wrapped over your shoulders, an amorous smile and wholesome gaze still on your fast talking self, it was as though in that moment you were Raphaelâs entire world. A cheeky grin found its way to Leoâs face. While he was already thinking of ways to tease the broad ninja turtle later, he at the same time couldnât help but feel a sense of joyfulness for the other. The honorary leader had always been of a realistic mindset, had always been one hundred percent certain that they would never get to experience the pleasures of normal people. While a few years younger version of him would have been skeptical and jaded of this situation, the current more mature him felt nothing but elation. Heâd always expected out of any of them for Mikey to somehow end up with a human partner if anything, but seeing Raphael of all people, soft and full of passion, it truly made him happy for the brother heâd so often fight with. Glancing over to Donnie and Mikey, the fondness they each shared while also watching the deepening bond shared between you and Raphael, he had a feeling they felt the same.
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Imagine the reader being Yan! Poly Chains deity. You were only a demi-god(dess), the child of the golden goddess Farore. You were hid away within space and time in a temple of your own so that no evil would touch the offspring of one of the golden three. OnlyâGanondorf's forces invaded a place hidden by all, and you were forced to flee. You ended up finding The Chain, and they were all absolutely enamored.
Sky surely isn't that obsessed. He only pledges his undying loyalty to you. He has already killed a god once. He will kill another if it will keep you safe. He'd kill the golden goddesses if they tried to take you from the safety of his arms.
Time isn't absolutely possessive of you or anything. He just doesn't want you to leave them. Ever. If your mother or her sisters wanted you somewhere else, then wouldn't they have led you somewhere else? They are all the heroes chosen by the goddesses! That is practically a seal of approval on their part. You are basically already married to him. He already controls everything you do and everyone you talk to. Oh? A ring on your finger. It's just something for protection. It's a mortal custom from his world. You wouldn't dare refuse it, would you?
Legend isn't enamored by your very presence. No, not at all. Can't you see how snarky and rude he acts around you? He always pushes you away and doesn't allow you to touch anything. He's the Link who is most likely to lead you to Hyrule first if even so much as a scratch shows up on you. It's not like Hyrule and Legend have teamed up against the other Links to win your hand. No, not at all. He just wants to pawn you off on someone else. He's got more important things to do. Like enchanting more things to give to you so he can show the others that you are claimed by him.
Hyrule is just curious about you. It's not like he spends every waking moment watching over your figure and fantasizing about you. It's not like he makes sure that you are always healed first. It's not like he reluctantly teamed up with Legend or anything. You find him bathing in the same river as you. Coincidence. Sorry. He just couldn't stay away for too long.
Twilight isn't your personal guard dog at all. He just likes being near you. That isn't a crime! Perhaps he manipulates you a little into always letting him cuddle up to you as Wolfie. Perhaps he is always willing to glare at every other member of The Chain so they stay away from you. He's just a touchy guy, okay? He always has his hands on you. He's always carrying you. It's just a quirk of his. It totally isn't a deeply ingrained obsession he has about you being his mate. The only one he'll back down to is Time, reluctantly.
The Colors just like youâFour does as well. He isn't going to do the 'he totally doesn't like you thing'. His strategy is to be honest with you. He isn't manipulating you! He's just showing you how much better he is than anybody else in The Chain. He splits constantly just because the others are so eager to see you and be with you. He just wants to make you armor and weapons and always keep you in his arms. Is that too much to ask?
Wind just wants you to take him seriously. He's surprised when you do. You're a fan of him? You watched his journey? Wait, you have the ability to do that with your super cool and awesome powers!? Is aged up here and most definitely kind of dorky when it comes to you. He's the most relaxed and socially inept when it comes to the others. Most of his gaslighting, manipulation, and other yandere tendencies are subconscious. He doesn't even realize he is doing anything wrong until one of the others confronts him. It isn't like they are any better about it.
Wars doesn't just flirt with anyone, only with you. He always hopes that The Chain won't end up starting an inter-dimensional war over you. He understands what it's like to have someone madly in love with you that you don't have feelings for. He's the most self-aware of The Chain, hands down. He takes a more traditionally romantic approach. While he may be hesitant to manipulate you because he wants your feelings to be genuine, he has no problem manipulating the other Links. He has no problem with threatening to not help them during battle just so he can get some more time with you.
Wild is the most self-sacrificing. He is also the most self-depreciating. If you have read my headcanons yk yk. He is almost entirely non-verbal. He's only spoken once since you met him. He takes the 'actions speak louder than words' approach. He is willing to fall at your feet and make you depend on his attention. That's one of his dreams, making you just as obsessed with him as he is with you. Another is teaching you Hylian sign.
Bonus: Ravio, Cal, & Sage
Ravio is the most intrigued and illusive. All of the Links can agree that they will try to scare him away from you. That's why he'll randomly pop in and out of your daily life. The two seconds of peace you get a day are interrupted by him. You are prone to being overstimulated since you went from zero contact to an entire group of yanderes. Ravio offers you relaxation, and he even speaks in a quiet voice with you. He gifts you relaxation and sleeping potions. He gives you a bunch of jewels and things he has found. He sees you as a treasure that needs to be protected by him. You are priceless, truly one of kind. Is it so bad that he wants you for himself?
Cal is completely non-verbal. You haven't ever heard him speak. He sees Twilight, Wild, and Sage as his main competitors. Twilight, because he is also your silent protector. Cal is always near you in a protective manner, and he is unable to verbalize his feelings for you. It always allows Twilight to sweep you up off of your feet. Both Wild and Sage are more experienced versions of him. Wild clings to your attention, and at least he was spoken once. Sage is verbal and is able to loudly berate Cal without anyone stepping in. Cal just takes it. It's what he's been taught. At least one good thing comes of thisâyou, sweet heavenly you. He may be your physical protector, but you are his spiritual protector. You always make sure the others stay off him. Wild is always extremely jealous of this and acts like a wounded animal to get your attention back on him.
Sage is the most apprehensive and combative toward you. The goddesses failed him. Why should he fall madly in love with you like the others? It isn't like he is secretly yearning for you or something. Whatever. He is always willing to try and 'put you in your place'. Yet, you always understand him. You are always there to heal his wounds and give him a shoulder to cry on. You become the one deity that he can believe in. He's willing to maybe absolutely and unabashedly be head over heels in love with you. You like his arm? It's now his favorite part of his body. The rest of The Chain is already plotting how to remove his arm, so you will no longer praise it. Four's hands are already itching towards his tools, and The Colors are screaming to murder him at the top of their lungs.
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Oh my god!! I need a second part of purple scarf asap. Honestly the best fic Iâve ever read YOU DID SO GOOD.
Maybe with a little smut? I loved it wow
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[spencer reid x reader]
A/N: heey, anon! I don't write smut sorry :( but there are some hints towards it? perhaps. I hope you like it and thank you for the kind words!
summary: a consultant on a case drives you mad. the team seems to know the reason why, all except for the man with an IQ of 187. or. . . in which this is the sequel for this. it can be read as a standalone though.
pairing: s.reid x f!reader
w.c: 3.1K
warnings/content: jealousy jealousy jealousy (if the title wasn't clear enough); some light female rivalry; discussions about possessiveness; teasing; making out; allusions to sexual content (nothing explicit) and a tiny hint towards bdsm? but you blink you miss it; also, rossi's got some jokes.
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You don't lose patience quickly. You consider yourself to be a very patient person who is always questioning whether or not the situation was worthy over being stressed. It usually wasn't, so you'd take a deep breath and either fix the problem so it went away on its own or you faced it right away.
This time, you decided on the former. Because when someone keeps flirting with your boyfriend right in front of you â in a work environment nonetheless â while disrupting his personal space â really, what it is with people and not being aware of that minimum 0,5 inches gap? You do not need to be up on someone's face to have a simple conversation!
âHere.â A glass of water appears in your line of sight and you avert your attention from across the room to stare at it in confusion. Rossi is waiting expectantly beside you. âFor you. You seem to need it since you keep on scoffing. Sore throat?â
That sassy Italian irony, huh?
You give him an eye roll as a response and he chuckled when you actually take the glass from his hold.
When Hotch called all of you over a case in your day-off, you didn't expect to grit your teeth as much as you were right now. You left your bed along with Spencer's warm body to go to the Bureau and have shameless flirting displayed in a public space. For godness sake.
âAgent Y/L/N.â
You really don't lose your cool over nothing.
But this isn't nothing.
Also, you do not consider yourself a jealous person, you see? But Agent Mayfield was pushing her luck.
âYes, Agent Mayfield?â You replied in the same overly sweet tone she gave you. You're a profiler and you're damn good at your job, but it didn't need much to notice her aversion towards some people on the team, if not everyone. And you weren't the only who felt the same, given the not-so-subtly eyeroll from JJ.
The dirty blonde woman smiled at you. You didn't smile back. âYou seem to have forgotten the files fromââ
âIt's on your desk.â You said shortly, turning back to the medical files you had to get through to find a pattern in the UnSub's M.O.
âI didn't see it.â
You hummed.
Well, of course not. If you hadn't been all over Doctor Reid than maybe you would have seen it.
âI just put it there, you can see it now.â
There was a pause, and then, âThank you.â
âYou're very welcome.â
There was a clear of throat and a soft chuckle around the briefing room but you didn't gave much thought to it. Until Derek made a comment.
âSlow down, Tiger.â He said, patting your shoulder before leaving the room with a laugh upon feeling your glare in his direction.
âWhy do you need slowing down?â
You let out a long sigh. It wasn't Spencer's fault. That was completely out of the question, you knew he wasn't responding back to Agent Mayfield's flirting â he probably wasn't even aware of it, if you were honest â but the woman unnerved you 100%.
He placed your mug in front of you, the smell of coffee immediately reaching your nostrils and calming your senses. Maybe that's what your body were lacking and that's what it required to tune down your annoyance. Spencer was smiling at you and your forehead smoothed out. He's such an angel.
âDon't know,â You shrug, lifting the mug to your lips. Yes, not too sweet or watered-down. You give him a half smile in appreciation. âDerek is mad.â
âDoctor Reid, I need your input on something, do you mind?â
You refuse the scoff, looking at your side when you see Emily studying you. But someone else was inspecting your every move as well, you notice it when Spencer turns back to you after nodding in affirmation to Agent Mayfield.
âIs everything alright?â He questioned, warm fingers grazing your forearm warily. Of course Spencer knew something was off, he didn't have a major in psychology just because. He recognized your actions in a way you couldn't do it if you paid enough attention to yourself. Once, he made a comment about the supposedly meaning of when you licked your lips in different situations and you just stood there and listened, in complete bewilderment. He noticed a lot, to say the least. Not what's right under his nose, though.
âI'm good.â You shrug, grabbing one of the pictures in your messy circle of clues. You'd have to ask for Penelope's magic on this one. âYou better go, duty awaits.â Your tone was extra chirpy and he just knew that was sarcasm. You know, Spencer Reid might be terrible with social cues, but he was familiar with everything that was related to you. And that edge in your voice made him slightly concerned.
Had he done something? He travels back to every single interaction from the two of you since you left his apartment â your apartment, too. You hadn't moved in (yet) but you did spend most of your time there. That place was just as yours as it was his, now. He loves saying that â but nothing out of ordinary comes to mind. You had breakfast, crawled back in the covers because it was supposed to be your day-off and intertwined your limbs for about one hour straight before Hotch made the call. You didn't look mad at him. You didn't sound mad at him when you left together, or on your way to work. Why did you sounded and looked mad now?
Fiddling distractedly with his scarf, he followed Agent Mayfield into her temporary office. She was a consultant in the newest case you were working on, Hotch brought her in because she had history with this kind of UnSub. Apparently, she went through a similar case back then.
Spencer got confused every time she asked him a question. Not that he minded, he loved to talk and loved when people seemed interested in what he had to say. But Mayfield was an expert in the area, she knew all of the questions she was asking him and he was aware that she knew because of her reaction. She was a nice person. Smiled a lot, too.
âWhat do you think, Doctor Reid? Am I in the right mindset?â He blinked away from the board where she had shown him a possible location the UnSub was hiding. The red dot stared at him as a sweet perfume unnerved his senses. Oh, she had gotten closer. Too close.
âUh, yes. I believe so.â He frowned, taking a step back. She also didn't seem to get the meaning of boundaries because she stepped forward again. The smile quirking up a smirk. âMaybeâuh, maybe we should inform Hotch. Have youââ
âDoc,â She laughed, staring him up and down. âAre you afraid of me? Why do you keep waking back? I won't bite.â
âOkay,â Spencer deadpanned, swallowing hard. What was happening? He felt the table against his fingers and stopped moving back but Agent Mayfield kept on marching forward. âYouââ
Tilting her head to the side, she raised a hand to touch the fabric around his neck, eyes traveling over it with curiosity and something else he couldn't translate when her blue orbs locked with his amber ones.
âNice scarf you got there.â She purred, he could see her eyeshadow clearly form how close she was. It was starting to make him feel uncomfortable, the feeling of fight or flight arriving little by little as his hands gripped the table behind his back.
Spencer nodded nervously, âThank you, my girlfriend gave it to me.â The air shifted as soon as he let the words out. Her movements freezing before they reached his neck. Thank god.
âOh,â she muttered, sounding surprised and slightly disappointed âYour girlfriend?â
Spencer pulled the fabric away from her hold, taking advantage of her thoughtful stance to hop to the side and release himself from the cage she had locked him in. âYes,â he said, adjusting his scarf around his neck. âShe likes knitting.â Spencer didn't know why he said that, he didn't know a lot of things right now just that urge to flight the scene as if he was in imminent danger. âYou got it all right. We should inform Hotch, this will help.â A tight-lipped smile was the last thing he sent her way before he fled the room.
When Hotch explains they're going to follow a new lead provided by Agent Mayfield, you are one of the first to reach for your bulletproof vest, until a hand curls around your shoulder.
âYou're staying.â Hotch says, earning a look of disbelief from you. âYou haven't been cleared for the field.â He gives you an unimpressed look which you know it means a warning if anything else.
âHotch, it's been a month!â
âAnd you haven't been cleared, I need you and Garcia to work together.â
That's how everybody â but you â leaves for the newest location. The lead ends up being right and they find the man, you're in Penelope's office when they arrive back at the Bureau. It's around 10 p.m and you can't hold yourself back from yawning as you follow Penelope to meet your friends in the bullpen.
Emily's eyes glisten with something as she sees you come around the corner. She walks over to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder as you gaze at her from the corner of your eye suspiciously. âYou won't believe who made the arrest.â She whispers in your ear.
You let out a scoff, âI think I have a hunch.â You mumble, eyes scanning around the room unconsciously until you find what your heart always searched for on a daily basis. Your gazes find each other and you offer him a smile.
âI was waiting for you to punch her guts, to be honest. You disappointed me.â
âI'm being professional, Emily. Not that you can relate.â
Emily flicks your forehead, and you whine playfully. âMenace. Now go talk to your lover so he can stop with that puppy dog look. It's depressing.â Your mouth stretches into a grin and you offer her your tongue in a very mature say before leaving her side to cross the room.
âHey,â you greet Spencer with a warm smile. âAre you ready to go home?â
âAre you mad at me?â He blurts out at the same time you spoke. Confusion drew your brows together.
âWhy would I be mad at you, Spencer?â
âYou were gritting your teeth and your shoulders were tense which means you seemed to be holding back to snap and upset about something.â He rambled out, clutching the strap of his go-back that he hasn't even put it down yet. âYour eyebrows, they do this thing where you lift one and scoff right after.â Oh, so he noticed that to? You weren't even aware of the eyebrow twitch yourself. You weren't even going to complain about his profiling, you were more concerned about the fact that you made him feel as if he had done something wrong. Which wasn't the case. âDid I do something?â His voice lowers when someone passes by you. You decide you were to public for you to discuss the topic so you pull his wrist towards the conference room.
You shut the door quietly and turn around to face your boyfriend that carries a slightly heartbreaking expression.
âSpencer.â you called out softly, leaning your hand towards his and intertwining your fingers as you pull him closer. He lets out a sighs in relief with the way you were reacting. She's not mad anymore, good. âI'm not mad.â The promise goes out in a whisper as your hands left his to wrap around his neck. The scarf is there, it's always there. Your fingers curl around it slowly and he's too busy burying his nose on the croak of your neck to pay attention to anything else.
He makes a sound of protest when you lean away but you proceed to shut him up by crashing your lips together. The immediate reaction is to enfold your waist with his hands, you can feel his warmth when your shirt raises exposing a bit of your skin.
A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth as you wrap a hand around his neck to create a little space between you two. It's not harsh, you're barely applying pressure on the area, but it's the reason his pupils are dilated when he glances down at you.
âI'm not mad because I know that you know who you come home to every day.â The contrast between your honeyed tone and your stern gaze is palpable, Spencer walked that path before and he knows what it means. âDon't you, love?â He's not sure which of his responses is appropriate for a work environment so he simply swallowed hard and nodded.
You hum, smile turning into a soft grin. Your whole stance shifting when you peck his lips again, adjusting his sweater vest as if absolutely nothing had happened.
Like an investigation board, every clue seems to click in his mind. The code arrives to his brain and the information was so clear that it must have looked like he ignored the signs because it was convenient.
You're jealous.
And Spencer must say, it looks quite good on you.
Before you leave the conference room you had come to hide in for a few minutes, he stops you from sliding out the room by hooking two of his fingers to the waistband of your pants and bringing you back to him. He unwraps the scarf around his neck to involve it around yours. It's not an unfamiliar action, he's done it a few times through the course of your relationship. It's something that he enjoys doing, truth be told. Except that, in a room filled with profilers, it conveys a whole other meaning. Although he just needs it to be conveyed to one person.
There's a six feet distance within you when you step back into the bullpen. Most of the people have dissipated, only your inner circle left, except from Rossi, he went home already.
Oh, and Agent Mayfield was saying goodbye to everyone as well. You had to hold back the eyeroll as she approached you. You could see JJ from above Mayfield's shoulder, cracking up beside Penelope, who was asking her to be quiet. The entire FBI building seemed to quiet down for a minute.
âAgent Y/L/N,â she gave you that fake sweet smile, showing off her teeth as she offered a hand for you to shake. You really thought about ignoring it or in throwing out the number of pathogens passed during a handshake to avoid doing it â like your precious boyfriend usually did. âA pleasure working with you. I hope the opportunity comes another time.â
You shake her hand, despite your inner protests. However, every action has its consequences, right? That's why something akin to pride bursts through your chest when her attention freezes on your neck. It's good, it's really good to see Agent Mayfield clears her throat and walk out of the room as if the best team of profilers weren't scrutinizing her every move.
âOh, my god.â Emily mumbles, rolling her shoulders back with a groan. The atmosphere had switched from tense to a much more relaxed environment. âThat was brutal.â
âI know what was brutal.â Derek kicked Spencer's chin, to which the younger replied with a frown. âThe rejection you gave her. And that,â he points at you, shaking his head playfully as he throws the strap of his bad around his shoulder. âThat's just possessiveness, princess.â
âYeah, I don't know which one of you is worse, to be honest.â JJ raises her hands and turns back to grab her stuff.
Shrugging with an innocent expression, you say, âI've no idea what you're on about.â Penelope makes a joke and Hotch bids everyone goodbye because he'll try to see Jack before he falls asleep.
The parking lot is dark and the wind travels fast to bring you a cold breeze. When you reach your car, you notice the key is on your bag, that Spencer was currently carrying. Before you ask, a kiss is pressed against your temple and you're being pushed to the opposite side.
âI'm driving.â He clarifies when you look back at him with a puzzled gaze.
âYou hate driving.â You say, putting your seatbelt on. â... particularly at night.â
âI don't hate it. It's just not my favourite thing to do, besides...â He gives you a pointed look after turning on the engine. âYou're tired.â
âI'm not,â you replied stubbornly, but complains nothing else. You are tired. Despite not going to the field like everyone else, being on the office was just as much work.
Silence fills the car in its comfortable form. You're lulled to sleep with Spencer's harsh breaks and his soft humming to a pop song on the radio. He gently wakes you up when you've arrived in his place.
As you're fluttering your eyes open, you know the peace is about to be disturbed by the smug look in his pretty face. âPossessiveness, uh?â He murmurs, laugh echoing when you slap his arm as your face heats up. You have no idea what took over you a few moments ago. Well, you do know. But you weren't about to give in to him that easily. âYou know you're the only one, right? I don't have eyes for anyone else.â
The truth slipping out of his tongue is completely unnecessary, but welcomed. Reassurance is important, even if you trusted Spencer in the tip of a cliff with eyes closed.
âI know.â You say, smiling when he leans into your palm. Drawing invisible patterns in his cheek, you pull him closer to close your gap. This time, the kiss doesn't carry anything other than tenderness.
Now it's his turn to grips the scarf, he holds both ends, tugging you impossibly closer. âAnd you,â he stares down at your lips, teasingly. â... you are who I'll always want to come home to. No doubt in that. Understood?â
You let out a hum in contentment while kissing him as an answer. One hundred percent understood.
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i discovered your blog today and i have a scenario in mind that i have to share with you!
could you write a Heartsteel!Kayn request with K/DA!reader? â headcanons, fic or even the two of them talking on discord; it could be anything! â if you want to ignore it, i will understand, dear.
â Heartsteel!Kayn with K/DA!Reader â
â Word Count: 1.1k
â Tags: Established R/S
â A/N: I'm also going with headcanon of the idol thing where they try not to get caught in public together to avoid gossip but people somehow ship you guys and speculate anyway teehee ITS CUTE!!!!! I'm also pretending you guys got together after he joined Heartsteel so its after he got removed from his old band.also PARANOIA DROP IN 10 HOURS LETS GO TEAM!!!!!!!! I LOVE HEARTSTEEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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xxxx On Tour xxxx
-Â It sucked so bad! It was touring season and the both of you guys were busy. All your time together were quick video calls over Discord and sporadic updates via message. It wasn't a secret to your bandmates at least so your respective bands did try their best to give you space. Quiet moments in dressing rooms to call each other were now your small moments of peace between practice sets and live shows.
- Somehow still finding ways to love each other apart. Kayn getting Akali to buy you some chocolates from him. You pleading Alune to help you send Kayn some flowers after his show. (She's a sucker for romance so she lovingly helps you.) Or the way he would spend money getting someone to deliver dinner to you after a long show.
- If only one of you guys are touring, the other totally pays and watches all the livestreams and tries to pop by to shows! You're performing 3h from him? He's begging your manager to let him drop by. Waiting for you backstage to congratulate you on your hard work.
- If you're the one waiting for Kayn backstage he always visibly lights up. He tries to look cool and badass on stage but when its after a good show, seeing you wave at him in the halls, his heart soars! He runs over, pulling you in for a tight hug. " Did you hear me! I was good today wasn't I!" He'd smile proud, giving you a kiss as he fishes for compliments. There is no approval he craves more than your own.
- The other boys are surprisingly nice about it, no one really makes fun of Kayn for being so excited to see you (other than Ezreal). They treat you as one of the band, giving you VIP passes to pop by their shows. And you do the same for them! When possible you slip their manager some VIP tickets to your show for them to sneak in. A mutual understanding from both groups to protect you and Kayn from media.
- Pre-debut Heartsteel, Kayn has also went to almost all your shows, front row every time and surprisingly he always tries to match you hair color for the tour. You have bright blue for tour? So does he. Its blonde now? He's the same. Kayn just thinks its kinda cute to safely match with you in someway shape or form, it is just a small thing that paparazzi wouldn't pick up on so easily since so many other fans do it too.
xxxx Off Stage xxxx
- A supportive power couple, you two help each other out with band activities off stage. You aid him when he practices singing. Kayn giving you tips on how to get keep a good rhythm in your verses, and is also a personal cheerleader for dance practices. You'd help him get connections to other companies that K/DA has collabed with, trying to help Heartsteel succeed! Kayn helps out in his own ways too, sometimes playing tunes in his room for you to sing to. It is all really sweet.
- When he drops by your studio its adorable, it was before Heartsteel's debut and shortly after the peak of KD/A's release. Kayn trying to hide from paparazzi for your sake as he sneaks in through the back. Always in a different cap and sunglasses that he stole from Ezreal, he would wait in the practice room, sitting in a corner and cheering whenever you successfully get a dance move down. The other members don't seem to mind him much, he's now a common presence in the studio. The other girls seem fond of him, happy that you have someone so supportive by your side.
- You try to do the same between your busy training schedule too. Dropping by Kayn's place during band practice evenings, Yone always being the one to let you in since Kayn always sleeps in late. You'd bring snacks and a discerning ear. Your feedback being super useful as you're one of the few people Kayn actually listens to. What Aphelios or Sett say would take multiple attempts and a lot of effort to get through to Kayn, as such, the rest of the gang keep trying to get you to push him to not try to squeeze a "totally sick line" into the rap bridge.
- He doesn't show it off but Kayn has all your merch, you offer to give it to him but he refuses, something about manly pride and supporting his partner, he will spend his own money and time fighting with other fans to buy your merch. A lightstick by his bed, your album on his shelf. A limited edition photocard safely stacked in a top loader on his table (he doesn't have a wallet or else he would totally bring it around.)
- You do the same for him, as one of Heartsteel's first fans you own some of their original merch, simple tees with just their logo, a average blank CD with " Paranoia KAYN MIX" scrawled on in messy marker, they are all your treasured possessions. Kayn even let you keep some of his guitar picks, you have one with a hole punched in as a necklace that you wear when apart from him. Your one secret? You have CDs from when he was in his old band, only the album that he was included in of course, but you don't bring up how you were secretly a fan from his early career. - Sometimes you guys try to go out on dates, risky but fun! 3am walks at the beach, alone together as he plays the acoustic guitar for you by the waves as you sing. Expensive private room dinners at secluded restaurants, walking in, both of you with your hair temporarily dyed black with hair spray dye to try and avoid attention. Small things. Fun things. - It was a little embarrassing when rumors first circulated. Fans somehow finding it cute that Heartsteel can be seen at your shows or how sometimes K/DA gets spotted backstage at Heartsteel concerts. They started to ship members together and when a photo of Kayn looking at you with a soft loving smile was snapped, the internet went wild! *Isn't it cute how they can get Kayn to smile that way!* *Ah! It should be me I want to be them so bad!!!!* Kayn would never admit it to you but he likes all the TikTok video edits of the two of you together, he thinks its really cute unironically.
#THIS TOOK A WHILE I WAS SO BRAIN EMPTY#i only knew i wanted them to wait backstage for each other#IM GLAD I GOT SOME HEADCANONS OUT#its really cute tbh#Anon Answer#WHY ARE ALL MY ASKS KAYN HEARTSTEEL LMAO YALL#Kayn x Reader#Shieda Kayn#KaynLeague#Heartsteel!Kayn#Kayn League#Kayn LoL#HEADCANONS#League of Legends Headcanons#K/DA Reader
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Moonlight â Vampire!Sylus X Reader âŠâË.âŞď¸ âşââ§
word count: 3k
tags: new l&ds character!, mention of alcohol, mention of violence
previous chapters found here!: x
Chapter 7
You awake softly, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion. You prop yourself up a bit, trying to come back to reality. The room turns with your vision, a dizzy spell stronger than youâve ever felt. Quickly, you close your eyes.Â
âUghâŚâ You groaned quietly.Â
 âHow are you feeling?â Sylus voice was close to your ear, making you realize he was still next to you in bed.Â
âMhm⌠dizzy,â you said, noticing how dry your throat felt. Were you really this exhausted? The blood loss mustâve been too much these past two days. You feel Sylus shift around before he presses a cold glass of water against your arm. You smile at the gesture and take the glass before drinking the whole thing.Â
âIâŚshouldnât have taken from you so soon again,â Sylus said. It seemed like he was choosing his words carefully, slowly. âItâs hard to resist you, sweetie. You tempted me with your neck last night.â He brushed his cool fingers against your neck, tenderly. Your mind recalls every detail from last night, not to mention the ache your hips held.Â
âItâs okayâŚâ you spoke quietly. âI wanted you to,â you admitted. That much was obvious. Just recalling the overwhelming feeling of it all could turn you on again, if you werenât so dizzy and exhausted.Â
Over the next week ahead, Sylus is home more often. He doesnât feed again, or touch you anything more than simple gestures. Although he didnât show it, you were worried he thought he went too far during your last intimate moments together. But, maybe, he truly didnât need to feed everyday. Or every other day. It was still difficult trying to figure him out.Â
The same routine continued. You never realized how drastic it was no longer having a cellphone on you. But it gives you plenty of time to reflect and observe every detail around you. You started reading, given access to Sylusâ personal library. You asked the twins to get you a plain notebook, along with some writing pens. Since you were going to be here for the time being, it was better for your sanity to start documenting your new life. The twins might tell Sylus what you request, but that doesnât mean heâll find your personal journal tucked in a small, hidden space. At least, you hope so.Â
âŚHis stare is like ice, yet whenever he speaks itâs different. His words are smooth, honeyed, seductive. His touch sears into me, hot enough to make me melt. Itâs hard to understand his true motives. Is this all so I can feel good? So I can forget the pain he inflicts upon his bite? Could there possibly be anything more than that? Between a human and a vampireâŚ
You groan out loud as you hold your face in your hands. Even with writing your thoughts down, it still didnât make any sense. What were you possibly hoping for, anyways? You close the notebook for now, tucking it back into its secret spot. A knock at your door snaps you out of your overwhelming thoughts.
âMiss? Boss wants to see you in the dining room,â said one of the twins. Luke, you assumed. He goes away without awaiting your response. Youâve learned it wasnât unusual for Sylus to send someone to fetch you, rather than him coming himself. You sigh, combing your hands through your hair before leaving. The hallways were all familiar to you now, it didnât feel like a maze anymore. You enter the dining room, noticing in the rare window the sun just went down. It was twilight now. Sylus stood, staring out that window. He doesnât turn around at your arrival.Â
âCome, sit.â He gestures to a large, leather chair next to him. Wordlessly, you go up to the chair and sit. You stare at Sylus, waiting for his next words. He seemedâŚtense. But it was hard to tell. He finally looks at you and speaks again. âThe first time I brought you to an event, it ended upâŚunpleasant. It would be so easy if I could lock you up forever,â he chuckles darkly. You arenât sure if heâs truly joking. â...But I need you to accompany me this time.â He looks at you, trying to gauge your response.
âAnotherâŚauction?â You asked. You were surprised he even thought about letting you outside after that incident.Â
âNo. This is much more important. I cannot risk leaving you here, unattended.â His tone was a bit stern. It left you puzzled.
âWhat? IâmâŚIâm not going to run, Sylus,â you stated, trying to make your point. He scoffed instead.
âIâm flattered,â he said flatly, âbut thatâs not what I meant. In a few days, there will be a gathering. A gathering of my kind.â He furrowed his brows a bit.
âDo you not want to go?â You asked cautiously. If he didnât want you to pry, then that was fine, but clearly something was off.Â
He sighs. âItâs significant that I arrive. Iâm bringing you because I will not risk some idiot getting to you before I come back. Luke and Kieran will be away for a bit.â You muttered a small âohâ, understanding the picture now. To think heâs bringing his human into a den of vampiresâŚis that truly the best idea? But then again, the thought of being alone and defenseless was bad enough.Â
âIs it⌠truly okay Iâm there with you?â You asked, feeling uncertain about your presence. Sylus pats your head once.Â
âYou think I would let anything happen to you? They wonât think twice about looking at you when they know youâre mine. Unfortunately for them, I donât like sharing.â He walks over to a small desk, sorting through some papers.Â
âWould I need to do anything specific?â You asked, trying to imagine what kind of event this could be. You wondered if other humans would be there, whether as a social thing or something worse.Â
Sylus walks back over to you, his eyes locking onto yours. âBehave. But Iâm sure thatâs not a problem.â He smirked, his voice lighter. âItâs simply a formal event. I donât expect too much. Iâll send some dresses over to you, in the meantime I have more work to catch up on.â With that, Sylus disappears to bury his head in more work. You really didnât know how he managed it all.Â
With ease, a few days pass by quickly. You didnât hear from Sylus often, especially nothing more on the event. On the day of the event, you find a handful of boxes in your room just as he promised. You feel a tinge of excitement, eager to unbox your new dresses. You pull out a long, sleek satin dress. Its color was like a deep garnet with a lace pattern over the bust and lower waist. It was beautiful and you just had to try it on. You hurry to the bathroom and carefully slip it over yourself. This dress truly hugged your curves, but everything about it was perfect. A part of you worried it was showing off too much skin, but if Sylus didnât think it was a problem then surely it was okay.Â
âDo you like it?â Sylusâ deep voice was close to your ear. You continue to stare at the mirror, now looking at the both of you. Sylusâ eyes roamed over your body.
âYes itâsâŚquite exquisite. Thank you,â you said kindly. You give him a soft smile.Â
âItâs missing something though,â Sylus said, much to your surprise. Before you could ask, he places something cold around your neck. It was a victorian-style silver choker with a jewel that matched the color of your dress. Sylus clasps it together, before staring at your reflection. âThere,â he said, sounding satisfied, âNow theyâll know who you belong to, kitten.â You flush a bit, but find yourself reassured. Sylus takes a step back, his eyes lingering on your back. âYou seem tense, why?â Sylusâ question was straightforward. There was nothing you could hide from him. But out of the handful of things you could tell him, you picked one.Â
âIâm nervous because Iâm unsure what to expect,â you said truthfully. You could only think of so many outcomes of a vampire gathering. Sylus didnât seem phased by your statement, though.
âDonât worry, I plan to have you by my side the entire time.â Seems like thatâs all you should know. You donât inquire further, just accept whatever comes your way. You begin to prepare yourself, both mentally and physically. Adorned jewelry decorated on your body, along with the choker Sylus gave you. More like a collar in this situation, you realized. As you finish the final touches of your hair and makeup, you were ready to face it all.Â
You both enter the same car you took on your last outing, sitting in the same seats. Once again, it felt absolutely refreshing to be outside again. The back courtyard could only do so much. Something about the air called to you, made you crave more. You unconsciously touch the jewel on your choker, it bringing you some form of comfort. After a long drive, the two of you finally arrive at your destination. It was a large mansion, much like Sylusâ. Guests were walking in, some with partners and some without. They were all dressed fancy, exotic almost.Â
âCome,â Sylus beckons. He extends his hand out to you, and you take it. He wasnât kidding when he said he would have you by his side. You were practically glued to him. His arm around your waist was possessive, but protective. You tried to reassure yourself that you were safe in Sylusâ bubble. It was time to truly find out now.Â
Upon entering the grand hallway you noticed others taking a step back from Sylus. Eyes trailing as you walk past. You werenât stupid to not notice such a thing. Some whispered, others looked away entirely. You knew Sylus had immense power, but how much power could he possibly have? Still, you held your chin high. Your gaze never wavered. As you two enter a massive room, a couple people come to greet Sylus.Â
âSylus, sir, weâre grateful for your presence tonight. Who mightââ The man addressing Sylus stops mid sentence upon looking at you. His expression is unreadable, and you werenât sure if you were grateful for that. He suddenly snaps out of his concentration on you and bows. âMy deepest apologies. Please, both of you, enjoy tonight to its fullest.â You were surprised to hear him apologize sincerely, not giving you another glance. You feel Sylus fingers touch your side a little deeper, unsure how to define it.Â
âItâs quite alright. Thank you,â Sylus said, his words short. You both begin walking away from the man. You try and look up at Sylus, but he continues to stare straight ahead. You already had so many questions. A servant holding a tray of glasses pauses in front of you two, offering. Sylus grabs two glasses, each containing a deep, red liquid. You give him a puzzled look and he smirks in response.Â
âWhat? Itâs just wine,â he said, amused by your confusion. âWeâre not only allowed to consume blood. We need it to survive though. If it makes you feel better, there are a handful of humans here too.â He takes a sip and licks his lips. The gesture makes you blush a bit.Â
âHumansâŚlike me?â You asked, hesitant to say the word âpetâ.Â
âHmmâŚa few. But we do business with regular humans as well. Youâd be surprised how involved we are in the world today,â he said. You stare back into your glass, trying to convince your brain you werenât drinking blood. The scene laid out in front of you was beautiful, grand even. Guests were dressed up like royals, their beauty unique yet striking. Light music echoed around you, but you werenât sure where it was coming from. Everyone chatted and laughed during the conversation, having the time of their lives. It put you at ease a little, to see this was quite a normal, fancy gathering. No blood baths, no rituals. You werenât looked at like fresh meat, although you couldnât help notice the awe in some peopleâs eyes as they tried to glance at you.Â
âSylusâŚhow powerful are you?â You asked, sipping on the wine. It was good, you craved more. Sylus cocks an eyebrow, a bit surprised at your question.Â
âAnd what brought this on?â He asked.Â
âWellâŚI knew you were powerful. But since weâve been in this place itâs like everyone regards you as a higher beingâŚâ You hope that came out right, not wanting to offend him. There was just so much you didnât know about him. You hear him scoff, for better or for worse.
âI have fought my way to the top. It wasnât easyâŚI have always been unlucky,â he admitted. You werenât exactly expecting him to open up so easily. âIâll take whatâs mine. I made sure that everyone knows my name, thatâs all.â A beat of silence made it clear he was done talking. So much for opening up, you thought. You wondered what he used to be like before this power but knew it was not a question to ask. Not now, anyways. âYou will find out in due time,â Sylus added, a bit quieter. Before you could question what he meant, a different man approaches Sylus. He stares at you, surprise in his eyes .
âYou found her?â The man said, almost to himself. But you still heard him, feeling confused at his question. Sylus clears his throat and the man diverts his attention. âAh! Sorry, sir. I came to inform you that we found him. We are holding him in a room for now, awaiting your orders.â The man bows deeply, not looking Sylus in the eyes as he speaks. You look at Sylus, curious about the situation.Â
Sylus sighs. âI didnât think he would be found so soon. This changes things a bit.â He looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed. He lookedâŚmad.Â
âWho?â You blurted. Maybe you didnât want to know. It sounded like dirty business he was dealing with.Â
âWeâve been looking forâŚsomeone,â he said vaguely. âI didnât expect him to be caught here. I have to take care of it now.â He clenches his jaw, clearly irritated. It suddenly clicked in your mind that he meant he might leave you. Alone. The man who approached Sylus was still waiting to guide him away. âYouâre safe here, as long as you wear that choker. Stay here. Do not leave,â he commanded, his voice stern. âI will only be a minute. Be good.â He pats you on the head once, like a child. He begins following the man before you have a chance to respond.Â
You watch Sylus as he turns down a hallway, now out of sight. You swallow, trying to ease your nerves. You drink the rest of your wine, trying not to meet eyes with anyone else in here. He said he would only be a minuteâŚBut from what youâve learned when someone wrongs Sylus, he likes to take his time. Or so he claims. You were a little thankful he didnât bring you for something like that, despite being completely alone. You fidget with the choker, your mind recalling the manâs words. Found herâŚhad Sylus always looked for you? This newfound thought bounced off your head, anxiety starting to creep in.Â
âUghâŚâ You groan to yourself, staring at the empty glass.Â
âWould you like more wine, miss?â A male voice asked behind you. You turn around, trying to make yourself seem small to this stranger. As you meet his face, your stomach sinks to the ground.
â....Caleb?â You whispered, almost afraid to say his name out loud. His eyes are wide, frantic, staring all over you.Â
âAct natural,â he whispered, barely audible. Your heart was in your throat, you couldnât believe it. Caleb, your childhood best friend. He was practically the only family you hadâŚbefore you were taken. Itâs been months now, since you last saw him. Why was he here? Why now? How did he know you were here? Questions flooded your mind, your throat tightening. You had no idea how to begin speaking.Â
âWhy?â You whispered back, trying to calm yourself. You werenât sure who was looking. God, if Sylus knew, he would probably be angered. This wasnât good, every second passing by was a second of Sylus returning. You felt nauseous.Â
âAre you hurt? Did he do anything to you? That monsterâI swear to God. Iâm here to save you, Iâm getting you out of here.â The weight of his words barely sank into you. You still didnât understand how he knew you were here. At a vampire gathering, too!
âCaleb, you canâtâ you canât be here. Caleb this isnât safe,â you tried telling him, but he wouldnât listen. âHow did you know I was here? Tell me.â His gaze softened as he looked at you. His eyes glance at the necklace and his expression becomes horrified.Â
âI know who he is. Iâm not letting him take you again. I donât care if I die trying.â He grabs your wrist with force. It made you wince. You had to stop this, before Sylus came back.
Time was running out.Â
âCaleb you need to leave!â You said urgently. Sweat formed on your brow. âIâm fine. He doesnât hurt me! Please, leave, Iâm okay!â You said, a little louder this time. He tugs you with him, causing you to stumble. A few people look over at you, whispering to each other. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as the panic becomes overwhelming. He tugs harder, trying to break you out of your stance. âCaleb please!â You beg through gritted teeth. Before he can say anything back, you feel a tall presence behind you. Your stomach churns, knowing Sylus has returned and is looking at Caleb. You donât turn around as you watch Caleb drop your wrist, his face hardening with hatred. âWellâŚyou heard her,â he says, his voice deep and slow. He places both of his hands on each of your shoulders. âShe said leave.â
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Steve
Asking Eddie to move to Indy with him and Robin is the most natural thing in the world. After Vecna they became SteveandRobinandEddie, so it just made sense to live together.
Everything is perfect.
It changes one night, at their favorite gay bar. He and Eddie nurse a couple of beers at a hightop, while Robin dances with a cute blonde. Steve half-heartedly shimmies along to the Madonna song pumping through the speakers. Eddie watches him vamp to Material Girl with a look in his dark eyes that Steve can't quite read. It's not the usual fondness he's used to from his friend; too dark and too serious. It makes him nervous.
Eddie drains his drink, mouths the word "bathroom," at Steve, then disappears in the crowd.
Steve sips his own beer, letting his attention drift until he finds Robin, still dancing with the blonde, looking like she's having the time of her life. He expects Eddie back at any time, only--ten, fifteen minutes pass with no sign of him.
His eyes start scanning the crowd in earnest, desperately seeking familiar leather and denim and long dark hair. Anxiety builds in his chest, a dull sizzle beneath his skin.
He finally spots a set of leather-clad broad shoulders towards the back of the room. Eddie has one hand braced against the brick wall, pressed up nice and close to someone Steve can't quite make out.
There's bile in Steve's throat, nausea clenching at his stomach. He shouldn't look; he can't tear his eyes away.
The person is revealed in a flash of light from the dance floor. He has an All-American jaw, swoopy dark blond hair, and is wearing a grass green sweater. The closest thing to Indiana golden boy in the place, second only to Steve.
Room suddenly spinning, Steve struggles to catch his breath, but gives up entirely as Eddie closes the remaining distance between himself and the mystery man, sealing their lips in a searing kiss.
Steve watches, feels himself breaking apart piece by piece. He thought--he thought they were something. Becoming something. All their late night talks and casual touches. He'd been working up the courage to make a move for weeks, and now--
Maybe it's a mistake. Maybe Eddie breaks the embrace and gives an embarrassed chuckle before he comes back to Steve, only he doesn't. The kiss ends, sure, but then Eddie is taking the guy's hand, leading him down the hall towards the bathrooms.
Hands clutched in his hair, Steve sinks into a crouch. He pants, huffing like he just ran sprints, can't catch his breath. Tears dance at his lash line, threatening to fall. He can't have a panic attack now, here. Doesn't want Robin to see; doesn't want Eddie--
It's all too small, too tight, too loud, and Steve shoves his way outside. He rounds the building before sinking to the ground, hands shaking.
He waits outside until Robin and Eddie emerge from the club, both flushed and sweaty. He doesn't speak to either of them and they spend the drive in silence.
When they get home, he goes straight to his bedroom.
"Ste--" Robin calls, but he lets the door shut behind him. He doesn't think it slams.
Eddie
Steve hasn't spoken to him in weeks. Not since that night at the bar. When Eddie hooked up with a guy and he's pretty sure Steve knows; pretty sure it's why they're no longer on speaking terms. Eddie keeps meaning to confront him. He really does. It's just--it'll change everything, and his life was finally going okay for once.
He reaches his limit when he joins Steve in the kitchen before work, and the guy literally, visibly flinches away from him. It hits Eddie like being punched in the dick.
"What the fuck, Harrington." Eddie's voice is too loud in the small space.
"S-sorry, I'll just get out of your way." Steve's eyes don't stray from his own hands.
"I hook up with one guy and now can't even bear to touch me?"
"What? Eds that's not--"
"Don't lie to my fucking face."
"I wouldn't. Eddie, please--"
"I can't believe that this is the last vestige of King Steve. Can say you're cool with me, but when you see me do gay shit, you can't hang? Fuck you. I'm done. I'll be gone by the weekend." His voice stays remarkably steady, even though he's pretty sure not even the bat bites hurt this much.
"Christ, Munson, I'm not freaked out cause I saw you do 'gay shit.' I don't care." Steve's looking at him now; his little mouth held tight and mad.
"Like hell you don't. You haven't spoken to me since it happened."
"Not because I'm homophobic, asshole."
That makes Eddie laugh, shrill and mean. "Oh yeah? Then why."
"It doesn't matter." Steve yanks his hand through his hair.
"It does to me."
"Just drop it. You don't have to move out. I don't care who you fuck."
"You can barely stand to look at me!" Eddie shouts; doesn't mean to. "What if I bring someone home, huh? How are you gonna cope with that, knowing I'm fucking a guy in the next room?"
"It should have been me," Steve screams.
Neither of them move in the ringing silence that follows. Eddie's throat is tight.
"Wh-what?" He manages.
"Forget it." Steve turns to go. "Just--forget I said anything."
"Steve." Eddie follows him into their living room. His heart's beating all funny. "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing," Steve's face is leached of color; his eyes too bright.
"Please? I want to understand."
Steve laughs a little, looks absolutely miserable. "I saw you. With the guy. And he...he looked like me, right? And I don't understand why I'm not good enough."
Eddie swallows hard. "You don't--you're not--I didn't think you were a choice. For me."
Steve's chin drops, anywhere but on Eddie. "Yeah. Well. Surprise." He doe a pathetic flourish with his hands that clenches at Eddie's heart.
"Ah," is all Eddie can manage. The world is shifting under his feet, tectonic plates realigning as he processes Steve's words.
"It's--it's fine that you don't feel the same way. Just because you're gay doesn't mean you have to like me, and I--I was trying to get over it. I didn't want to--"
Eddie can't stand to listen to another word. He crosses the distance to Steve. "Shh, sweetheart. It's--just. Stop okay?"
Steve is looking up at him now, doe eyes wide.
He laughs, genuine this time. "Stevie. I've had a crush on you for years. Years. I used to make the guys go with me to Starcourt. I told them it was because I liked seeing King Steve laid low. Really I just liked how you looked in those little shorts." Steve giggles, face blushing such a pretty pink Eddie almost forgets what he's saying.
"It only got worse when I met the kids, with how much they talked about you. And then I met you for real? Pssh," Eddie waves his hand in the air. "Gone. No hope for Eddie Munson when you're--you're so pretty and bitchy and brave and hot, Steve, and I'm the weakest man in Indiana.
"That night. That guy. It was--I'd just overheard you and Robin talking about a cute girl, and I realized that I had to stop doing that to myself, pining over a straight guy who could never see me like I wanted. I decided that I'd try to pick someone up, force myself to see you just as a best friend."
Steve's face falls impassive. "Did it work?" He almost whispers.
"Not even close, baby," Eddie whispers back. "I'm hopeless for you."
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Kinktober - Day 1
Nipple Clamps | Cum Play | Virginity
Pairing: Satoru Gojo/Reader
âYou canât possibly be â â You pause for a moment to actually think about it. âNo⌠no, I see it.â
Gojo is unbelievably annoying even to his own friends. It wouldnât be surprising that if he really, truly, couldnât get anyone to hang around long enough for him to stick his dick in them and get off.
To be fair, that second part would probably only take a moment.
âI said donât make fun of me for it,â Gojo whines, like a whiner, âI thought this was a safe space for me to open up about something personal, and youâre throwing it in my face.â
Heâs great at using words to craft a compelling argument that he doesnât remotely believe in. âReally? Itâs just sex, itâs not a big deal that you havenât done it yet.â
âIf itâs not that important, why were you so surprised?â His lips twist into an unfortunately cute pout. âItâs uncool, isnât it? You donât think Iâm cool anymore.â
âI didnât think you were cool to begin with.â
âWrong!â He lets those stupid ugly sunglasses slide down his awful, handsome visage, âYou think Iâm way cool! Iâm literally the strongest sorcerer of this generation. Maybe all generations.â
Itâs worthy of an eye roll. Youâd thought heâd grown out of his dumb power trip phase, like how Geto went through the cult thing for a bit back in high school. Then again, Geto got therapy.
âAnd you still couldnât get anyone to sleep with you.â You meet his eyes as he stares at you over his glasses. âOr⌠are you saving it for someone special?â
That has his cheeks flushing. âHmph. Wouldnât you like to know?â
âWell, Iâm sure youâve had some willing parties before. Or is your personality that repulsive?â You would never tell him, but with a face like his, there had to be someone whoâd put up with his shitty attitude.
âHeh,â His deflated ego seems to puff up a bit, âI have had offers, come to think of it. Loads of them, actually.â
âWell, Iâm glad they all got out all right.â You stretch, holding your arms high above your head, in a way that definitely doesnât make your boobs more prominent, âSo what, none of them were hot enough for you? Or was Mei Mei too expensive?â
Gojo snorts, âMei Mei wouldâve milked me for a baby. Way worse than just paying.â
âOh, youâre right.â She totally would have. But it doesnât escape you that he didnât answer your other question. Still hasnât, actually. âYou still havenât told me why youâre still a virgin.â
You give him a shit-eating grin. âAre you afraid you wonât be able to perform?â
His lips press together in a tight line, âWouldnât you like to know.â
âI would, actually.â Heâs too cute like this, deflecting left and right like he doesnât have infinity on already. Like heâs afraid heâs gonna get hit. âIf youâre not answering, Iâll have to assume thatâs the reason. Youâre just shy⌠how cute.â
Itâs very cute, actually. Satoru Gojo, pure as undriven snow. A proud and haughty beauty just waiting to be plundered.
âIf I was shy, I wouldnât have told you I was a virgin,â Gojo huffs.
He still doesnât want to answer⌠âSo how virgin are you, then? Ever gotten a blow job?â You step closer to him, âMaybe a handy?â Closer, still, âA kiss?â
Look at him and his pretty pink cheeks. His face is so youthful underneath the glasses. If he werenât so tall you really would think he was a teenager.
Gojo licks his lips, seemingly nervously. Shifts, like heâs unsteady on his feet. But heâs a sorcerer, one of the most powerful ones ever. He can literally teleport. He can put infinity between him and anything that he doesnât want to touch him.
So when you lean in to steal his lips, itâs because he lets you â
Wants you to.
(You smile into the kiss. His lips are soft and sweet like strawberry lip gloss.)
Youâre pretty sure now that he really is a virgin, even if heâs been trying to seduce you.
At least, thatâs what he looks like. A proper virgin just about to be ravished â spread out on your bed, naked and blushing, pretty cock bobbing against his sculpted abs. Crystal blue eyes staring up at you from pure white lashes. His unfalteringly beautiful face full of pleading and pouting in equal measure.
From the way he moans â a quaking sound, like his lungs donât know how to release this breath â when you wrap your hands around the length of him. Itâs all pink and dusky purples, even more flushed than his lovely cheeks, hard and twitching in your hand.
Youâd never seen a dick that youâd call good-looking before. God really did have favorites, huh?
âCome onnnn,â He whines, even as he throws his head back and bucks into your grip, âStop fooling around already.â
Heh. âHow like a virgin. You really want to skip all the good stuff and go straight to the climax? Honestly, Iâm not sure youâll last once itâs in.â
Gojo sniffs, and the gesture is unreasonably cute for an adult man with muscles on his abdomen that ripple when you squeeze him, âSo what if I donât? You think Iâd have problems getting it back up with you on top of me?â
Oh. Oh, hell. What a line from a virgin⌠You feel your face heating up.
Even worse, you can feel him noticing. That awful, terrible, dimpled smile lifted high at one end as his eyes glitter at you. âCome ooooon, just â hngh, just a little more~ I promise you can play with it again right away~â
God, he must be watching the good porn, to be saying shit like this.
âYouâre so easy,â You bite back, swallowing as you pump your hand along his length. Running your thumb over his weeping tip. Gojo groans as you trace it, quivering underneath you.
Itâs so bright and rounded, smooth to the touch. It looks⌠juicy.
âNah,â Gojo pants out, lashes fluttering, âIâm hard. Super hard. All your fault, actually.â
Heâs shuddering, you know he must be close, but heâs talking this big a game. You donât know why youâre surprised. Heâs a natural at being a nuisance.
âYou sound like youâre right at home,â You accuse, leaning in closer to his face as you pump him faster, closer, a little more, just like he asked, âJerk off much?â
A strangled, wounded noise makes its way out of his throat. âJust to you, babe, please, please, fuck, Iâm close â â
It doesnât take more than a longer, harsher pump with you squeezing at the end for him to spurt out into your hand. You get the pleasure of watching him come undone â eyes flickering, rolling upwards, pretty mouth dropping wide open, Gojo would be a proper whore if he werenât a complete virgin.
You canât stop yourself from diving in, littering kisses over his frustratingly beautiful face, down his throat, his heaving chest. Carefully pulling away as he starts to whimper in overstimulation.
âSo⌠you jerk off to me, huh?â
A half-indignant, half-whining groan is your well-earned victory.
âCome on now, Gojo, you canât be embarrassed now. Weâve got so much left to doâŚâ Your eyelids lower as you smirk at him, licking your lips. Staring at his reddened face with unabashed delight.
The way he shivers at your grin â cock twitching, rising already. God really had favorites.
âYou did promise I could play with it again right away~â
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Um, hi! I'm new and I really like your works!
I want to make a request for Haley and Penny (separate) if that's okay with you!
Scenario: how would they react when they find out that their s/o, the farmer, used to be a member of the Mafia? A hitman to be exact, but they've changed and left that life behind.
I donât think Iâve ever done a full on headcanon before, but I figured why not!Â
Instead of doing mini fics for only two characters, I am going to attempt to write these thoughts into a slightly coherent but readable mess. WARNING: These do not all end happily. Some are very heavy angst and they break up with you.
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âThereâs⌠something I need to tell you,â the farmer began, rubbing the back of their neck while they looked away from the person in front of them. Someone that theyâve come to love, to trust enough to finally open up to, and someone who might understand.âBefore moving to Stardew⌠I was... Part of a very bad crowd,â they pause and take a deep breath. âNot just a little group of delinquents that spray paint the side of buildings.
âSomething.. Far worse. I know that you might view me differently because of this butâ I want you to know who I truly am. I never want to lie to you, and while I wanted to keep this secret buried deep inside; I care about you too much to allow you to continue dating me without knowingâŚÂ
âI was a hired killer, an assassin, a hitman.âÂ
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Alex
âHey, man, you donât have to lie to me to look cool,â Alex laughed and gave you a thumbs up. âYouâre already really cool in my book.âÂ
You grimace before saying, âAlex, Iâm not lying.âÂ
âOh,â he breathes out. A minute passes, the gears turning in his head as he thinks it over. âOhhh.âÂ
âYeah, oh,â you reply. âI understand if you need some spaceââÂ
Alex leaned back into his bed, letting himself land softly on his back. âGramps has killed a few guys, so Iâm not really worried about it.âÂ
You look down at him and raise a single brow, âWasnât that in war though?âÂ
âIt was, but itâs the same thing, isnât it?âÂ
âNot.. really.âÂ
Alex shrugs and sighs, âif you asked him for stories, he would spend the rest of the day telling you every single bloody detail. Iâve heard them all a thousand times.â He sat up, dropping her face to a sneer and pulled his lips back. âDuring that war,â he began, perfectly mimicking his grandfather. âI killed fitty men! I collected their earlobes and wore them around my neck like a trophy!âÂ
You laughed, bumping your shoulder into Alex. âOkay, thatâs a little fucked up actually.âÂ
âYou havenât even heard the worst of it,â he answered with a grin. âHe likes to tell this story about the time they had to go save some guyââ
âWait,â you cut him off, gently placing your fingertips against his lips to stop him. âI just.. I want you to know that I love you, and that all of that shit is in the past⌠but I understand if you want nothing to do with me after this.âÂ
Alex pushed your hands away with his lips, laughing again as he pulled back. âItâs alright, I get it. Just donât keep anything else from me, okay?âÂ
You nodded and pulled him into your arms, giving him a good squeeze. âI promise.âÂ
Alex slid out of your arms and ran to his bedroom door, swinging it open before playfully glaring at you. âAs punishment for not telling me in the first place!â He took a really deep breath filling his lungs before shouting âGrandpa! The farmer wants to hear all your war stories!âÂ
Alex wasnât scared of you. Afterall, nothing youâve done could ever compare to the stories he grew up with. He knew his grandpa regretted the choices he made, but sometimes, you have to do cruel things to survive.Â
Elliott
Elliott quickly grabbed his wine, downing the glass in one huge gulp before placing it back onto the table. âWhat youâre telling me,â he whispered, his gaze focused on the empty wine glass. âYouâre being truthful? This isnât a jest?âÂ
âNo,â you answered, scooting your chair closer to his. âJust.. I know youâre in shock right now, but please just give me a chance to explainââ
âThis is wonderful news!â Elliott jumped up from his chair, darting to a notebook that lies open with scribbles across the pages. He sprinted back, throwing himself back into the chair as harshly it nearly toppled over with him in it. âTell me, what does another manâs eyes look like as you choke the life out of him?âÂ
âW-what?â you stammered, glancing down at the notebook that was now on the table where Elliott held his quill above it, ready to write. âAre you trying to get a confession from me?âÂ
âHeavens no!â He replied with a laugh, putting his quill down and turning to grab your hands. âMy next novel is a murder mystery! I would love to have your feedback.âÂ
âYouâre kidding,â you replied, your mouth hanging open.Â
âNot at all, my love!â Elliott smiled so brightly, you would have thought you just told him his book had a million sales; not that you used to kill people for a living. âIt truly is destiny that we were to meet!âÂ
âDo⌠Are you okay with my past?âÂ
âAh,â Elliott nodded, understanding now why you seemed so hesitant with your words. âWe all have our demons, donât we, darling? If I were ever to judge every person I knew by the skeletons in their closet.. Well, life wouldnât be very fun, now would it?âÂ
âIâmâŚâ you tried to focus, confusion swirling in your head making everything foggy and hard to follow. âWhat?âÂ
Elliott was already back to his notebook, licking the pad of his thumb while he flipped through the pages. âThis part here,â he held the book out to you, the page filled with brainstorms and more messy scribbles. âCould you fact check it for me? I honestly donât know what a man sounds like when he gets stabbed like this. Also, the shoulder would be a good spot for them to survive from a stab, right?âÂ
You laughed, shaking your head at this ridiculous man. âWell, actually, thereâs a main artery that going along the shoulderââÂ
Part of you wasnât surprised that Elliott was excited to discuss bloody, brutal, cold murder with you. Although, the writer did make a point the next day to scold you for keeping the secret from him. He could have finished his novel even sooner, and⌠he could have told you how much he loves you and would never give you up.Â
In fact, he would help you get away with murder.Â
Harvey
âNo,â Harvey stood abruptly, his knee hitting his kitchen table and nearly knocking his coffee over, the hot liquid jumping out of the mug and onto the table. âShoot!â he cried as the coffee landed on some of his folders that were spread out.Â
You joined him in grabbing napkins, trying to clean the coffee before it caused too much damage.Â
âI canât believe this,â he whispered as he tossed the dirty napkins aside, uncaring of where they would land. âNot you, not my farmer, noâŚâÂ
You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back your emotions. âHarveyââÂ
Then he broke before you, a sob ripping through his throat right before he began sobbing. His glasses getting wet and foggy as he let each tear slide down his cheeks. âNot youâŚâÂ
âPlease, I justââÂ
Harvey straightened up, taking a deep breath and forced himself to meet your eyes. âI have dedicated my whole life to helping those who need it. I took an oath to assist any single soul that cries for help. If a patient dies on my table, I have to live with that for the rest of my life. The rest of my life knowing that I couldnât do enough for them!âÂ
Your eyes widen, dread filling you as you realize this is the end. âHarvey, pleaseââÂ
âGet out,â he growled, his voice deep, dangerous, and oozing with hatred.Â
âLet me explainââÂ
âFor you to come to me, and tell me that you took human lives for your own gain? I donât need to hear another word,â Harvey took a step towards you, his body tensing, preparing to fight you if he must. âGet the fuck out of my home.â
Everything in you wanted to stay, to fight for what you hadâŚÂ
You left, crying on your way back to the farm, your heart shattered beyond repair.Â
Sam
âFor real?â Sam's face scrunched in disbelief. âNo, youâve gotta be joking. Ainât no way the hot farmer killed some dudes.âÂ
While your hands may have been tough from constantly working in the dirt, Sam could never imagine in a million years that you would kill a fly on the wall, let alone another human being!
âIs it April Foolâs? It is, isn't it?â he joked and nudged you. âWell, you got meââÂ
âSam,â you breathed out in reply, the truth hanging between you.Â
âHoly shit,â Sam stood slowly, taking a step back from you. âYouâre serious? Youâve actually killed people?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âDudeâŚâ he ran a hand through his wild hair, not caring how the gel stuck to his fingers.Â
He needed more information, but right now, he needed to make one thing clear.Â
âLook,â he started and made his way back to you, dropping himself on his mattress next to you. âLike, Iâm not gonna dump you over this; but keeping that from me was seriously not cool.âÂ
âI know,â you mumbled in reply and offered a weak smile. âI justââÂ
Sam raised a hand, cutting you off. âNo, weâre gonna talk about this later, after weâve both had some pizza, and maybe a couple⌠or an entire case of beer. Youâre gonna break all this shit down for me, and then weâre gonna talk about how youâre doing like.. Mentally. After doing all that shit.âÂ
âMentally?â you asked with a laugh. âWhat--âÂ
âNope,â Sam stood and grabbed your hand. âPizza first, you asshole. I canât believe you killed people, so fucking weird.âÂ
Sam was in it for the long run, and while he viewed you differently (as like, a cold blooded killer what the fuck,) he wasnât going to give up on you just because of a dark past.Â
Sebastian
âI mean, who hasnât?âÂ
Your head whips up to stare back at Sebastian, not sure you just hear those words correctly. âWaitââÂ
âYou think I havenât killed a man? Why do you think I hide out in the basement coding shit all day instead of living in the city and making a fortune? Be realistic.âÂ
âSebastian, IââÂ
âNo, itâs cool. I really donât care,â he said with a shrug and went back to typing on his computer.Â
âWell, no, wait; Sebastian thatâs a lot to drop on someoneââÂ
âHey, I wasnât a fucking hitman though now was I?âÂ
âI donât know, were you?!âÂ
He shrugs again, reaching for an open pack of cigarettes and lights one up. He takes a deep drag and then blows it out slowly. âIâm gonna go get some leftover pumpkin soup, I made it last night, you want some?âÂ
You just stare back at him, your jaw hanging open. Now you were the one that needed more information!Â
But, you supposed that could wait. Pumpkin soup was on the line, afterall.Â
Shane
He takes a sip of his soda, savoring the flavor and bubbles before putting his can back down on the kitchen table.Â
âSo,â he began, forcing himself to sit up straight and meet your eyes.Â
âAre you here to kill me then?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âAre you.. here, to kill me?â Shane asked again, slowly.Â
âNo!â you shouted and waved your hands in front of you like a white flag. âYouâve got the wrong idea!âÂ
âIâm not telling you how I made the chickens blue, you can beat me to the brink of death and Iâll never spillââÂ
âShane, babe, noâ well actually how do youââ you stopped speaking as Shane glared at you and narrowed his eyes. âNevermind the chickens, Iâm not here to kill you.âÂ
âTo kill Marnie then?â He asks. âTo end the competition for milk and eggs? You make me sick,â he spit.Â
âNo, what? I turn all my milk into cheese to make you Pepper Poppers or PizzaââÂ
âThen the eggs!â He declares and stands up, pointing a finger down where you sat.Â
âPlease, just listen to me,â you stood with him, on the verge of tears knowing that this could be the endâ
Shaneâs frown twitched, so quick you could almost miss it.Â
You opened your mouth to speak, then closed it, then opened it again.Â
âOh, I see. You came here to kill Willy, with your gaping fish mouth.âÂ
Any doubt or worries you had dropped instantly. âYouâre totally fucking with me, arenât you?âÂ
âYeah, I found your list of names a few months ago. You really shouldnât leave that stuff lying around you know?âÂ
âYoba,â you sighed in relief and dropped back into your chair, the wood lightly squeezing on the tiled floor. âWhy didnât you say anything?â You kept your head down, ashamed to have ever tried to hide this from him.Â
Shane chuckled and sat back down, âI figured youâd tell me when the time was right.âÂ
You risked a glance at Shane, âdo you hate me for it.âÂ
âHate you? Of all people to hate someone for the mistakes they made in their past, you think Iâm going to be one of them? Iâm a little offended, farmer.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you cracked a smile as he gazed at you, his eyes filled with all of the love and support in the world.Â
He was right, Shane would never judge you for your past, just as you never judge him for his. The only thing that matters is the kind of person you are moving forward, and that suits him just fine.Â
Abigail
The first thing she asks, with a wicked grin and excited eyes, âSo, how many people did you kill?âÂ
While she knows the value of a human life, she could never allow her thoughts to wander towards âwhat if I killed someone?â She feared she may pursue it herself.Â
âWhat was your weapon of choice?â she would ask next, hardly containing the buzz flowing through her body from the quick high; knowing she was talking to (dating!) a certified badass killer.Â
She does view you differently, however.Â
Not as an evil person, as you might have expected; but someone strong enough to protect her, someone who told her this knowing that she might turn away from them, someone who loves her enough to put her first.Â
The subject is sensitive, and she knows not to tease you too much or ask for too many details; but she does ask for the occasional story â if youâre willing to give it.Â
Emily
She gasps, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as she stares back at you in horror. âW-what do you m-mean,â she stumbles over her words, her hands now shaking as she lowers them away from her face, trying to steady them as they rest in her lap. âYou.. you actually, kiââ she canât finish the sentence.Â
âI did what I had to, to get by. Please understand that Iâm not a bad person-âÂ
âYou killed people,â she dropped her head and watched as tears fell into her lap. âYou actually killed peopleâŚâÂ
âEmilyââÂ
âHow can I trust you after this?!â She jumped up, still shaking while she paced around her room. âHow can I know that youâre not withholding more?!âÂ
You stood and put your hands on her shoulders, holding her in place, but she refused to meet your eyes. âI swear to you, I will never hide something from you again⌠if you just give me a chance to prove myself.âÂ
Emily dropped her head onto your shoulder, softly sobbing and letting her tears drip onto your shirt. âYouâre going to tell me everything.âÂ
âOkay,â you whispered back, your arms moving down to wrap around her. âIâll tell you anything you want to know.âÂ
There would be a lot of trust issues moving forward, and Emily would keep you on a tight leash for a while; but she knew that not everyone was perfect, and while she might not like your past, she loves who you are now. And sheâs not willing to give up yet.Â
Haley
She looked up from her phone, her brow dropping down and her eyes narrowing, âEw.âÂ
You tried not to snort a laugh at her reply, but failed miserably. âThatâs all you have to say? Ew?âÂ
She rolled her eyes at you, âwhat else am I supposed to say? Oh no, please donât kill me, super scary hitman?âÂ
âUh,â you looked around you as if you could find the answer hovering in the air. âIâm.. not.. sure, honestly.âÂ
Another eyeroll. âYouâre making a bigger deal out of this than itâs worth. Iâm still going to love you no matter what dumb shit youâve done in your past. I mean, did you know that I dyed my hair black once? Also, ew. Total regret.âÂ
Bewildered, you plopped down beside her, shaking your head in disbelief. âYou donât care?âÂ
âUgh. Of course I care,â she slapped you on the side and finally put her phone aside. âBut you obviously regret it, like I did with the black hair, and while our past mistakes may have been huge; it doesnât dictate who we are today. So, donât worry about it.âÂ
âYou realize youâre comparing black hair to the murder of a.. Lot of people?âÂ
âBabe,â she took a deep breath, staring deep into your eyes, begging you to understandâŚÂ
âI used a box dye. Tell me a worse crime than that.âÂ
You laughed together, her crime never coming close to your misdeeds, and she knew it. But after getting to know you, she knew she could continue to trust you just as she always has.Â
Leah
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me!â Leah threw her paintbrush at you, hitting you in the chest and leaving a splotch of yellow paint. âNot again!âÂ
âAgain?!â you shouted back in shock. âWhat do you mean again!?â
âTell me,â she hissed. âHow many, what organization, and why the hell did you make me fall in love with you?!âÂ
âLeah,âÂ
âDo. Not. Leah. Me.â Each word spit in your direction. âAnswer me.âÂ
You sighed, âit was a lot of people.. The organization was international and I never really knew who was in charge..â Closing your eyes, just to get away from her angry glare for a moment, you continued, âI never meant to mislead you. I wanted to tell you the truth to see if I even still stood a chance with you.âÂ
Leah relaxed, shaking her head before finding a place to sit down. âThanks, for telling me, I guess.âÂ
Moving to her side, you kneeled next to her, taking her paint stained hands into your own. âPlease, just give me a chance to make this up to you. I never wanted to hurt you.âÂ
âYeah, well. You did,â she gently pulled her hands away, turning away from you. âHonestly, I donât know if I can go through this again.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âYouâre never fully out of that life, farmer. That past will come back to haunt you one day, and I donât think I have the strength to endure it.âÂ
âNo, Leah, itâs over, I swearââÂ
âJust leave, okay? I have a lot to think about.âÂ
Dejected, you do as you're told, stopping to say one last thing before you go. âI hope youâll give me another chance, Leah. Iâve never felt this way about someone before, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.Â
She sniffles and wipes a tear away, âweâll see.âÂ
Maru
She begins by tilting her head at you, her eyes scanning you up and down before turning back to her studies. âI know that, itâs pretty obvious.â
âHuh?!â you blurt out, shaking your head. âHowââÂ
Maru sighed and put her work aside, realizing that they needed to have a full chat about this now, despite her samples calling for her.Â
âOnce, you mentioned the amount of required poison to kill a person without raising suspicion to require an autopsy.âÂ
âOkay, butââ
âAnother time, when my dad asked if you wanted to go camping one weekend and maybe hunting, you asked if a Heckler & Koch P30L would be an appropriate gun to bring.â
âIâve never been hunting before!â you defended, weakly.Â
âSweetheart, itâs a handgun. You donât go hunting with a handgun.âÂ
âHang onââ
âFurthermore, you have two bullet wounds that I know of. One on your lower left calf and the other on your upper bicep. You also have obvious scars from being stabbed or sliced and it was most certainly not from a childhood cat.âÂ
You both stared at one another. You felt like an idiot for thinking you could ever hide anything from her.Â
âDoes it bother you?âÂ
âA little,â she admitted with a small shrug. âSo long as you donât go back into that kind of work though, I can get over it. Just donât ever try to lie to me again, I will always know.âÂ
Penny
Her eyes widen and her heartbeat jumps so quickly she thinks she might faint.
She would have never expected this of you.Â
Going into the mines was one thing, but killing people was a whole other level of insanity.Â
It takes her a minute to process what youâve just told her, her hands twisting in her lap, fearing sheâs going to say the wrong thing.Â
âWere they all bad people?â she finally asks, lifting her eyes up to meet yours.Â
You take a moment to respond, a lie resting at the tip of your tongue, but you squash it and say, âNo, they werenât.âÂ
At this, Penny breaks.Â
She drops her head into her hands and cries, pulling her knees up and to her chest while the heels of her feet rest on the edge of the couch.Â
She was in love with you. So desperately, eagerly, pathetically in love with you.Â
And now, she doesnât know how to move forward.Â
Her whole life, she has dealt with bad people. From the moment she was born she has fought with everything sheâs ever had to be one of the good ones. Abiding by the rules, keeping to herself to avoid stepping on any toes, taking care of others when they donât even appreciate the kindness she shows to them.Â
âI donât-â she gasped between her tears. âI donât think I can do this.âÂ
The farmer nodded, taking her hands into their own and squeezing them gently. âI love you, Penny. More than anything.âÂ
âWhy did you have to tell me?â she whispered. âWhy..âÂ
âI couldnât keep lying to you..âÂ
Penny stood, ripping her hands away to rope the back of them under her eyes. âDonât talk to me. Donât talk to me ever again.â
Then she ran off, leaving you there as the guilt washed over you.Â
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