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goldenbuckyyy · 2 years ago

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IT’LL BE OKAY

Summary: After your Halloween hookup with Eddie Munson, it never really ended from there. Now it’s Valentine’s Day.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6.3kish

Warnings: SMUT (!!), oral (f!&m! receiving), vaginal fingering, raw sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, cream pie, making out, dry humping, some angst, crying.. anything else?! Let me know!!

A/N: I had been wanting to write some Eddie for a while now and a lot of people loved part 1! So, decided to write another part to it! I had originally wanted to post it on Feb. 14, but as always.. life and work happens!! So, hopefully you all enjoy. 🥹 I’m tagging whoever asked to be tagging in the first part! Song title inspo: “It’ll be okay” by Shawn Mendes.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions. Please message me your thoughts! Love reading them. 🫶🏻

Part 1 | Main Masterlist

Eddie usually hated Valentine’s Day.

He hated the whole pink and red hearts vibes, the way the word “love” was splattered on every open surface, and the way he would see couples left and right.

He had never celebrated Valentine’s Day with someone. Not in his eighteen years of life.

He doesn’t think he’s ever even had sex on Valentine’s Day either.

Maybe that’s why he hates it so much.

But, man… you love Valentine’s Day.

You never specifically said it out loud, but he knew you loved it.

You loved pink hearts and your clothing sure showed it. You had cardigans with hearts all over them, you had a bag in a heart shape, you’d draw hearts all over him and his tattoos when you guys would lay down naked in bed, and he loved the way you looked lately as you walked down the decorated halls of Hawkins High School.

He loved seeing your wide smile as you admired all the decorations, the way you’d reach out to touch them with your fingertips with your bright red painted nails, and he especially loved the way he noticed your cheeks blush when someone would ask you who you were going to spend your Valentine’s Day with.

You’d blow off the question with a laugh and a shrug knowing damn well you had already said no to over a million of guys who had asked you out.

And when your friends weren’t looking, your eyes would slowly travel to where Eddie was. Where he always was. Leaning against his lockers that were across from you, he was surrounded by his friends, and your eyes would lock with his.

You’d blush every single time you noticed that he was already looking at you. You’d get flustered and proceed to look away with a shy smile on your lips.

Eddie wondered how you were the same girl he fucked recklessly in that bathroom at Kassidy Norway’s house that Halloween night.

That night lived in Eddie’s thoughts for ages. Shit, it still does most nights.

Nowadays, Eddie had wayyyy more images than he ever thought he’d ever get a chance to see. He was a lucky, very lucky, man.

He’s seen every inch of you. He knows every inch of you.

He’s also seen you bent down against a wall in the back of the old movie theater. An image of your skirt bundle up over your ass and your panties shoved to the side flash in his thoughts.

He’s seen you down on your knees, peebles scraping the skin around them, because you couldn’t wait to get into the car to get him in your mouth. The way you moaned as he fucked your mouth with his cock and the way you shoved your fingers inside your panties to touch yourself.

He’s seen you spread out in the back of his van, naked as the day you were born, and completely blissful. The way you’d lay out after he’d fuck you would send him chills. He’d fuck you anyway you liked it. Anything you asked of him, he’d do.

He’s seen you bouncing on his thighs, sitting on his face, riding his fingers, legs behind your head, back arched with your ass up, and Eddie’s pretty sure he’s sporting a semi right now as he thinks about all of this.

Eddie smiles once you wave bye to your friends and that’s his cue to do the same. He tells the guys he’ll see them later and he strolls towards you.

You spot him walking towards you and you smile lazily.

The same smile you wore last night when he dropped you off at your house after some mind blowing sex and some deep talk at his trailer. And maybe a little dancing in your underwear on his bed as he played his guitar.

He always had fun when he was with you.

“Hi,” you say with a hip tilt and batting your eyelashes. Your fingertips reach toward his face to push his curls behind his ears.

“You don’t gotta do all that for me, sweetheart. You already got me wrapped around this,” he grips your hand in his and bites your index finger with a smirk, “little finger.”

You roll your eyes as he reaches for your bag and proceeds to hold your stuff while he walks you to class.

Eddie indulges you on whatever topic of the day, giving his input when needed, and then you’re outside of your home room.

You smile as Eddie hands you your bag and you both look at each other sheepishly.

It’s always like this between you guys. Shy smiles and teasing grins at school, but completely different in private. Eddie loved it. He loved seeing you squirm in school because of his attention on you and then seeing the complete vixen that you truly are.

“See you in the last block?” You question curiously, letting your fingers intertwine with his, not really caring who sees. You always said it wasn’t anybody’s damn business.

Eddie kisses your cheek delicately, “I’m skipping.”

“Eddie,” you scold as your eyes widen, but Eddie’s already jogging away from you with a smile on his face.

“You won’t be scolding me tomorrow!” He yells at you and he doesn’t miss the way you break out into a big smile. His favorite smile.

At 7:30 am the next morning, right as you're walking out your front door to walk to school, you are standing on your porch when you see Eddie standing there with a big grin on his face.

Your face immediately breaks out into a grin, “Eddie? What are you doing here?” Your eyes darting all over his body to simultaneously check him out and wondering why he has his hands behind his back.

He’s grinning so hard that his dimples are showing and he looks so handsome. He’s in his regular attire, but you love it. He’s wearing his black jeans with his dangling chains, white chucks, his DnD long sleeve underneath his jean jacket, and his curly hair is messy. Curls framing his adorable face with his cut bangs covering his forehead. You want to run your hands through them.

You walk up to him and place a quick kiss to his cheek.

“I got you something,” Eddie says with a whisper and slight hint of mischief behind his tone. You raise an eyebrow, following his arms as he untucks them from behind himself, and you gasp when he pulls out what he’s hiding.

Eddie watches you as your eyes swell up with adornment and you sigh so lovely that it’s almost sickening the way his heart flutters at your expression.

He holds onto the fluffy pink teddy bear he had gotten you that has a big heart in the center of it with the words, “Kiss me” splattered in the center.

He holds it out for you as your expression goes from surprised to amusement to completely grateful in the span of fifteen seconds. You reach for it and squeeze it into your chest.

“You shouldn’t have,” you quickly say with a breathless smile and Eddie swears he sees tears in your eyes.

Eddie pulls you into his arms, wrapping his around your torso as the bear gets squished between you guys, and he leans down to kiss your sweet tasting lips.

He kisses you easily and softly. Almost like it’s second nature to him already. His warm hands grip the sides of your cheeks as your lips move against his in a rhythm that feels natural.

It’s almost unfair how soft and sweet your lips feel against Eddie’s. Eddie almost wants to come undone right here on your front steps.

Your free arm, the one not holding your brand new and favorite teddy bear, wraps around Eddie’s shoulders with ease and you pull against his back to move closer into you.

He chuckles into your mouth and you can feel him smiling which causes you to smile and to slowly pull away, but before you do you give him a million pecks on his lips as you both giggle childishly.

“You’re sweet on me,” you whisper into his lips as you slowly shove away some of his loose curls that tickle your cheeks.

“Always am, sugar.”

In your last class, which surprisingly was the only class you had with Eddie, you were already anxiously waiting for the school day to end. You had already been wanting to give Eddie his gift and you were in your headspace about it when you heard multiple people calling out your name.

You snap out of your thoughts and immediately sit up straight when Mrs. Johnson is walking over to you with a big bundle of red roses in a glass vase.

Your mouth parts open in shock as she hands you the vase and you set it down on your desk. You can feel yourself blushing as the girls around you are giggling and asking who sent you the roses.

“They’re beautiful, honey. You are a lucky lady,” Mrs. Johnson says with her sweet smile and honey voice. You whisper a quick thank you as you easily look over your shoulder at Eddie who’s sitting in the back row.

He’s staring right at you with a smirk on his face which causes you to break out into a cheeky smile.

You inhale the sweet scent of the beautiful roses in front of you and sigh in contentment. How did you get this lucky? And who would have thought that Eddie Munson was a secret romantic?

“Thank you for my roses,” you pant out above Eddie as your arms wrap around his shoulders and your hands go into his curls. Eddie moans as he starts kissing your neck, running his hands up your naked thighs and underneath your pink skirt, and when he reaches your core, he groans with his head tilting back to meet your eyes.

You smile as you pull his lips to yours once more, “I forgot to put them back.” You whisper teasingly into his mouth.

Eddie almost cums at your words as he moves his fingers to your pussy, which is already soaked, and he loves that you do stuff like this. Always doing something that shocks him. He fucking loves you.

Wait..

Does he love you?

Yeah, he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you.

He thinks he wants to tell you that tonight. Maybe make whatever this is between you two official.

He slips one of his fingers into your warm heat and you whimper as you feel your walls tightening around his digit. Your nails dig into the skin behind his neck and you start grinding your hips against his own. You feel how hard he is underneath his jeans and you can almost feel him throbbing.

Eddie grips your neck with his free hand, kissing you roughly as he slips in another finger, curling both of them in you to hit your spot, and the feeling of him stretching you out makes shives run down your back.

Eddie moves his thumb to your clit and starts moving his fingers together, trying to get you to your peak, “Fuck me, sweetheart. You’re absolutely dripping.”

You lick his lips to taste him, “All for you.”

After a heated almost sex almost orgasm make out sesh in Eddie’s van, you had told him to come back around nine pm once you knew your parents were asleep in bed and thankfully they were both deep sleepers.

You told him to go through the window and now here you are.

Waiting for him in only your babydoll pink outfit.

It shouldn’t even be considered an outfit by how it was basically mesh and didn’t leave anything to the imagination.

But you knew Eddie was going to go feral over it. He’s seen you naked plenty of times, but never in anything like this.

The lingerie was baby pink in color with matching underwear. The little dress fanned out on your waist which you loved. And you looked at yourself in the mirror once more.. just to admire the cute outfit before Eddie ripped it off of you.

You hear a soft knock on your window which causes your heart to race immediately and you rush to open it. The cold Indiana air rushing over your skin and making goosebumps arise all over you.

You stand back as Eddie makes his way into your room. You quickly settle into the bed, crossing your legs, and leaning back to make your body look appetizing and wanting for him. You adjust your hair to fall over your shoulders and you hope you look as good as you feel right now.

Eddie is adjusting his jacket over your empty chair and ruffling his hair as he looks over at you for the first time and he stops in his tracks.

His lips part open, baby brown eyes going wide, and he puts his hand on his chest dramatically. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack, baby?”

You giggle, “Maybe.” You hook your toe into one of his belt loops and pull him into you as best as you can. His cold hands touch your burning thighs and it feels amazing.

“You look breathtaking,” your lover says as he cups your face in his hands and leans down to kiss your lips.

Eddie crushes his own lips against yours, moaning at the taste of your sweet chapstick, and how you always seem to reciprocate to him in the best way.

He loves the way your arms automatically wrap around his shoulders and the way you lean back to spread your legs wide open for his own hips to mold into yours.

Eddie pulls away slowly, your arms unlinking from behind his neck, and falling down to your sides as you watch him watching you.

His eyes take in your flushed cheeks, to your already swollen lips, the straps of your lingerie are falling down your shoulders, and it makes Eddie want to groan.

He looks at your perky breasts covered in the mesh and your pretty nipples are pointy. He rubs his thumbs on both of them over the lingerie and you gasp as the sudden contact. Your thighs rub together as he thumbs your nipples in between his fingers.

“You’re a fucking dream,” Eddie whispers as he licks his lips while he moves his hands down your full breasts and to the opening of the lingerie. He lets his hands go under the opening and holds onto the curve of your waist.

“A fucking dream,” he mutters again as he moves his hands down to your matching mesh underwear and he slips his hands underneath the sides.

Then, Eddie slips down to his knees and he’s pulling your underwear down with him.

You feel the cold air hit your already soaked area and you whimper as Eddie removes your underwear from your legs. He starts kissing you from your ankles to your inner thighs and that’s where he starts leaving small bites of kisses all over you.

You adjust yourself onto the edge of your bed, soft goosebumps covering your body as you wait in anticipation for Eddie to touch you, to do anything to you, and you close your eyes when you feel his warm breath against your pussy.

You feel his fingers slowly start to spread you open and you feel his tongue flick your opening slightly.

You gasp in pleasure, your belly tightening in want, and your breathing is rising as Eddie licks a strip from your aching hole to your pulsating clit.

And Eddie feels obsessed with you. He’s obsessed with your pretty legs, your pretty thighs, and your fucking pretty pussy.

He’s obsessed with the way your body responds to his touches. The way he can spend hours kissing and marking your thighs. And how he loves the way you respond to the way he eats you out.

He buries his face into your pussy as he starts eating you out as a starved man. He licks your folds, his fingers moving to open you up, and then proceeds to lick your aching hole once again.

A tingling sensation runs through your spine which causes your back to curve upwards into the air, a pleasurable moan escaping from the back of your throat, and one of Eddie’s strong hands holds you down by your hip.

He moves his lips towards your clip, sucking and licking it, and simultaneously inserts one of his fingers into your hole. You gasp as you grind your hips into him.

Eddie moans into your pussy, sending vibrations into your core, and he starts to move his finger into you. Slowly opening you up. “Fuck, almost so fucking tight for me. All for me, right baby?” Eddie rushes out as he lays his tongue flat against your pussy, letting your juices coat his mouth and his chin, and when you look down to meet his eyes… he smiles so hard, his dimples show.

“You’re a dream, baby.”

Eddie continues to maintain eye contact with you as he sucks in all your juices. He pulls away, licking his lips messily, and watching your pussy clenching down his finger. He inserts another, your soaking walls clenching down again as you feel his other finger inside of you, and you grip onto the sheets underneath your body.

Eddie starts panting a little as he watches you squirming underneath him, spread out in all your glory for him. Just for him.

He watches the way you grind your hips into his fingers, the way your pussy soaks his fingers, and the way you confidently touch your body with your hands. Twisting your nipples in between your fingers and biting your bottom lip in want.

The knot in the bottom of your belly is getting tighter as pleasure is seeping out of your pores.

“E-Eddie,” you moan out as you reach down to wrap your hands into his curls and before he can say anything, you shove his head back down to your aching pussy. Needing him to finish you off.

You hear Eddie chuckle as you shove him down and then he continues to eat you out, just the way you like it. His free hand moving underneath your hips and squeezing your ass in his hold.

Eddie continues to pump his fingers inside of you, curling them in your walls, and sucking on your clit which makes your toes curl in anticipation. Your hands tighten around his curls, tugging generously, and he never stops.

“Oh,” you moan out, back arching a little bit to move your center to the perfect angle that will help you achieve your orgasm, and Eddie only goes faster and harder. The knot in your belly starts to tighten and you feel almost over the edge.

“Eddie, Eddie, E-Eddie,” you continue to moan out his name as you clench your eyes shut as you feel your orgasm take over your entire body. His fingers pump inside of you, his lips wrapped around your pulsating clit, and you bite onto your forearm to try and conceal your screams.

Your toes curl against your bed as your orgasm washes completely over you as Eddie licks up all your juices until you're shaking and laying down limp on your bed. He removes his fingers from your sore pussy and you look down at him with a lazy smile, he sucks his fingers into his mouth with a moan.

“You taste so sweet,” he whispers as he leans over to you and kisses you, open mouthed, and lazily with tongue. You taste yourself as you kiss him, both moaning together, and you bite his bottom lip.

You moan as you wrap your arms around him, “I need you.”

Eddie whimpers at your words and pulls away from you. He quickly starts to strip out of his clothes as you giggle. You sit on your calves as you both watch each other. He stumbles out of his boots, trying not to fall, and shoves off his jeans.

You slowly pull off your babydoll outfit and toss it to the floor, watching Eddie as he yanks off his shirt, and you lean back on your elbows.

Eddie slows down as he watches you spread out for him and he bites his bottom lip. He shoves down his boxers and his red-tipping, almost aching thick cock bounces up and down. He palms himself as he watches you, “Ready for me?”

“Always am,” you whisper into the quiet room as you do grabby hands for him as his big, lean body towers over you.

He slips his hand behind your back and one behind your head as your lips move messily against his own. He moves his hips against yours which causes his pulsating cock to move in between your folds and he allows himself to rub against your swollen clit. It sends bolts of electricity all over your body as you had just orgasmed.

You both moan into each other’s mouth at the sensation, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer into you, and you spread your legs wider to allow him easier access. He pulls away from your mouth, kissing your neck with small licks, and sucks a little bit near your collarbone.

“You want me?” He whispers into your ear as he sucks on your earlobe. Chills run down your spine as a memory fills your brain when he asked you the same thing a couple months ago on Halloween night.

You follow the same movements you did that night, pulling his face towards you as you cup his chin, eyes locking together, and you nod as you reach down to grip onto his length. Eddie lets out a shaky breath as he feels your warm hand wrap around him and you can feel him twitching in your hold.

You thumb the tip of his cock, coating it with his pre-cum, and you rub him in between your folds. Eddie feels the same way he felt that night when he first had you underneath him. He’s aching for you, like he always does. He still feels like he’s going to explode just by being above you.

You rub his throbbing cock along your soaking pussy and center him with your opening, “Take me.”

Eddie almost cums at your words as he kisses you again. He feels your opening against his cock and he pushes into your tight, warm, fucking delicious pussy.

You both whimper together as he pushes into your tight hole, bottoming out, and feeling you stretching around him. It burns slightly, but it feels blissful. Never truly accommodating to his size and it always feels just as amazing. The stretch you feel when he enters you almost feels unexplainable. Every. Single. Time.

Your limbs mesh together in sync, legs intertwined together, and hands touching everywhere they possibly can. You’re kissing each other with open mouths, tongue playing against each other, and then Eddie starts to move. His hands gripping your breasts roughly, twisting your nipples in between his fingers, and moving his mouth to suck bruises into each one of them.

His thrust are slow and tender as he slowly moves in and out of you. His rhythm going easy and taking his time as he fully feels you around his cock, your pussy clenching around him, and your nails raking down his back.

“Always so wet for me, huh princess?”

“Always,” you whimper out as he starts to increase his speed above you. Your lover's hands move down to caress your belly and then he settles them onto your waist, holding down tightly as he tilts his own hips higher as he thrusts inside of you.

You moan out loudly when you feel him hit the area that sends you the most pleasure, your mouth hanging open with your whines, and Eddie moves one of your legs up to your chest which causes his cock to enter into you at a different angle.

You grip onto Eddie’s arms as he starts thrusting into you at a rapid, almost animalistic, speed. The wet sounds of his cock entering you fill your bedroom sweetly and you lean down to kiss his collarbone. The sweet smell of sex slowly filling your bedroom and you look up to admire Eddie’s.

Eddie’s skin is flushed from his cheeks to his chest, tinted pink and beautiful, and you run your tongue on his neck as you reach his soft spot. You let yourself kiss and suck for a second, making sure you linger enough to mark him up. Just the way he likes it.

“Fuckk,” Eddie whimpers out, “You always feel like fucking heaven. Tightest pussy I’ve ever had. M-Made just for me.”

You twist your hips a little bit as you move your leg from your chest to rest above Eddie’s shoulder, tugging him by his arms lower into you, and you both gasp as you feel him fall deeper inside of you. Your pussy clenching around his cock trying to suction him in more.

Eddie chokes on a moan as you squeeze your walls to grip onto his cock, knowing he loves when you do that, and he moves his hand in between your bodies.

His fingers ghost over your pussy and he kisses your lips, open mouth kisses with his tongue tasting you, “Fuck, baby. I’m not even touching you yet and my fingers can feel your hot pussy aching for me.”

You whimper as you tilt forward to catch his lips again while he moves his finger over your swollen clit and you cry out from the instant pleasure you feel.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, clenching his eyes shut for a second, and he laughs. “I’m trying not to cum so hard right now.”

“I’m close,” you whisper as you feel the aching feeling starting up at the pit of your belly once more and Eddie breaks out into a smile.

“Thank fuck ‘cause I don’t know how much longer I can hold it,” Eddie says as he kisses your lips while he continues to move his finger against your clit. You feel the familiar sensation start to creep up in your toes, you wrap your arms around Eddie’s shoulders, and you start moving your hips against his to cause greater friction between you two.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Are you ready to cum with me?”

You nod frantically as your fingernails start to dig into Eddie’s shoulder blades as his free hand grips onto the plush of your hip.

“Eddie,” you cry, “Fuck! Right there! Don’t stop! I’m about to—“

“Cum for me,” Eddie cuts you off with a demand.

You gasp out at his demand and you quickly grab his face with both of your hands, your fingers caress his cheeks and his lips, and you both stare into each other in a breathless mess.

“Together,” you whisper as you both keep moving together in sync.

And then it happens.

You choke on your moans as you feel your body explode with pleasure as your stomach tightens and your toes curl into your mattress. Your ears start ringing in white noise as you clench your walls around Eddie’s cock.

Eddie swears he’s fucking a goddess right now because there’s no other explanation for the absolute dream that’s underneath him right now.

Eddie watches you come undone under him and it completely triggers his own orgasm. Your tight walls clench around his throbbing cock and he lets himself release into your heavenly pussy.

Eddie starts to thrust into you harder and faster as his cum fills your walls. You pull on his cheeks to make your lips meet his in the middle and you both are trying to find your breath through the kiss.

Eddie rests his forehead against yours, softly pulling his lips away from yours, and he admires you as you smile blissfully up at him. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes glossy, hair a mess, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone more beautiful.

But he’s always felt that way about you.

He holds your ankle on his shoulder as he slowly pulls out of your cum filled pussy and you both hiss at the emptiness.

Eddie reaches over to your bedside table and gets a couple tissues. He spends the next couple of minutes cleaning you up, slowly to not hurt your sore pussy, and it almost makes you ache for him all over again.

Once he’s done cleaning you and himself, he relaxes next you and you pull the covers over your bodies.

You smile sweetly at him, your heart rate finally slowing down, and you stretch for a second to twist and look at him.

You admire him from his long, curly hair to his long dark eyelashes that coat his beautiful chocolate brown eyes to his pouty red, kissed out lips and when he catches you starting, he breaks out into a smile.

You reach out to put your index finger in his dimple and he blushes under your touch. Eddie turns his body to also face you

“So, babydoll.. who was your first?” Eddie asks nonchalantly as he twirls his fingers through your hair.

Your eyes immediately go wide with shock at his question and you burst out into fits of giggles. You tug your covers over your naked chest, twisting to look at him, and you settle on your side.

You can’t stop giggling as he joins in with you.

“You can’t ask me that, Eddie!”

“‘Course I can, baby. I’m in your bed naked after we just had mind blowing sex. I think I can ask you anything I want,” he teases with a sly smile that shows his white teeth.

“You can’t get mad, okay?”

Eddie’s eyes light up with interest as he proceeds to push himself up on his elbows, “I’m listening.”

He watches you as you bite your bottom lip, your flushed out face and neck is calming down, and your hair is laid out messily all over you.

But Eddie still thinks you're the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

That’s why when you say the name of the lucky bastard that you gave your virginity to.. Eddie lets out a choked gasp intertwined with a barking laugh.

His eyes go wide as he watches you, “Did you just say Steve fucking Harrington?!”

You cover your face with your hands as you smile widely behind them and Eddie can’t help but laugh so loudly that he’s clutching his belly.

“Don’t laugh at me!! It was back in freshman year when we were dating, but it was very short lived and we moved past it.”

You giggle with Eddie as you both clumsily sit down on the bed, facing each other, and then you suddenly see a look come across Eddie’s face that halts your laughter.

His laughing dies down, his eyes downcast, and he’s frowning for a second. He quickly shakes his head from his thoughts and ruffles his hair to distract himself.

“Hey, Eddie. What’s wrong?” You ask as you reach for his hand to hold in your own, your eyebrows furr down in confusion at his sudden change of mood.

Eddie bites his bottom lip in thought before he moves his beautiful big puppy brown eyes to meet yours.

“It’s just.. I’m not mad that you lost your virginity to Steve Harrington. I’m sure he was a good fuck or what-shit, ignore that! It’s just—fuck,” he blubbers rapidly and you squeeze his hand for him to continue as he sighs loudly, “it’s just.. Steve Harrington.. is Steve Harrington. He’s the popular guy. The handsome guy with the nice hair and cool car.”

You tilt your head when Eddie watches you with expecting eyes as if you’re supposed to understand what he means, but you don’t get it. What’s so good about Steve?

Not that there’s anything wrong with him. But you’re confused.

“I don’t get it?” You say with confusion and a slight pout.

Eddie looks down, rubbing his thumb on your hand, he says, “Steve is Steve and I’m.. well… I’m just me?”

His voice sounds small and suddenly you feel your heart tighten in your chest.

“Oh,” you let out a shocked little sigh as you see a side of Eddie that he’s never shown you before.

A side where he feels inferior to Steve Harrington and he’s showing how he’s insecure about it.

“It’s just.. I’m just Eddie the weirdo that lives in a beat up trailer park with his uncle and I sell drugs for a living.”

“Eddie,” you whisper as you try to reach for his face, but he pulls away. He’s suddenly shut himself down completely.

He almost looks upset.

“I’m nothing, god… I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realize this.”

Eddie is suddenly shaking his head and jumping out of your bed. You sit up in the bed, holding your sheets to your body, and Eddie is tugging on his clothes.

“Jesus Christ,” he says with an exacerbated laugh and another shake of his head.

“Eddie, please stop. I’m so confused, what’s going on?” You try to beg him as he simultaneously shoves on his boots and you shove off the sheets.

You stand up, naked and without a care, and you stand in front of him as he adjusts his jean jacket over his shoulders. You put your hands on his shoulders to stop him and he curls into himself almost as he’s ashamed.

He tries to avoid your eyes as you look up to him in confusion, your heart is racing, and you don’t know what’s happening.

He finally looks down at you, his sad eyes taking in every inch of you, and he looks suddenly miserable.

His fingertips slowly touch the curve of your waist and he quickly pulls his hands away as if your skin burned him.

He slowly reaches down to your lips and kisses you slowly. You try to kiss him back, but he pulls away swiftly.

“I’m nothing,” he says again with shame.

“Eddie, you’re not—“

“I am,” he cuts you off. “And you’re.. god, you’re everything. You’re smart, funny, so fucking caring, and beautiful. You’re so gorgeous that it's honestly insane,” he chuckles as he meets your worried eyes, “You’re everything and you deserve better than me.”

“Eddie, stop. You don’t—“

“I do,” he cuts you off again. “This was never going to work. We aren’t even really together. We’ve just been messing around for months, but we all know where this is going. You’re going to New York or LA to follow your dreams and I’m staying here. You’re going to become someone and I’ll always be a nobody. You don’t need me dragging you down.”

Tears instantly fill your waterline, “Eddie, what are you talking about?” You beg him as your voice shakes and your lips quiver.

He shuts his eyes for a moment as if the mere sight of you hurts him.

“Don’t waste your tears on me, doll. I’m not worth it. You’re leaving in a couple months, so might as well end this before we get too into our heads.”

He gets the blanket off your bed and quickly covers your body with it before he walks over to your window.

You watch him, not knowing what to say, and you’re frowning deeply with tears staining your cheeks. What the hell is going on?

He looks at you as he raises the window up, letting in the wind, “It’s easier like this, doll. Trust me.” He tries to smile, but his lips waver.

You rush to him, gripping onto his hand that’s holding him steady as he eases himself out the window and onto the roof, “Don’t do this to me, Eddie Munson. Why are you doing this? Please.”

He almost hesitates, but then he only tugs his hand away from your hold and you let out a whimper.

“Sorry, doll. Guess you were just into this more than me.”

He quickly rushes out the window, slamming it shut, and leaves you there with a shocked open mouth and a gasping breath.

You cover your face as you scramble to sit on your bed. You hold the blanket over your naked body as you cry over what he said to you.

Had you been more into this than him?

Did he never really feel the same way you did? Why was it so easy for him to just end whatever this was?

You grip onto the blanket as you quick step towards your window, looking at the overview you have of the street, and right under the tall street lamp is Eddie.

Standing underneath the light, smoking a cigarette, kicking his feet on the ground, and then proceeds to get into his van.

You watch every movement that he does, begging that he looks up at you, but he doesn’t. He just drives away.

You wonder if he can hear your heart breaking.

Eddie drives away in his van and his stereo is off.

Eddie’s stereo is never off. It’s always the first thing he does when he gets in his van. He always turns it on and shuffles through millions of cassette tapes he has and goes through them until he picks the perfect one.

But right now, he doesn’t want to hear anything. He wants to be alone with his thoughts.

His stupid fucking thoughts. His stupid insecurities. The stupid ones that made him fuck off from you and ruin everything he had with you.

Eddie slams the steering wheel with his palm as he rubs his eyes with his free one. He’s beyond frustrated with himself and is cursing at everything he sees.

He’s such a fucking idiot.

But he knows he’s right about one thing.

You’re everything and he’s nothing.

How could something like that possibly work?

He scoffs as he feels a small tear run down his cheek, he grips the steering wheel even harder, and yells loudly. Trying to silence the thoughts in his brain.

He knows it will never work.

Now he just has to stay away from you and once school is over, he’ll never see you again.

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— smudgeproof

sub!model!felix x dom!makeup artist!reader

There’s a new lipstick that claims to be make-out-proof. You, with your makeup expertise, naturally decide to test it on your model boyfriend, Felix: except he’s the one that gets to wear it.

🏷 gender neutral afab reader (they/them pronouns, no specifics), smut, fluff, some humor, established relationship, porn with barely any plot.

🏷 petnames “mommy” and “baby girl,” unprotected sex, feminization kink, slight oral and hand fixation, marking, butt plug (felix using), thigh riding, fingering (felix receiving), overstimulation, male squirting, lots of teasing, voyeurism mention, no specifics about y/n’s physique.

w/c: 8.8k

a/n: happy (hopefully not late) valentine’s day! to celebrate, i finally present to you the long overdue felix-gets-fucked fic! based on my thought piece, this concept has been on my mind ever since. i kept rewriting this fic but i drew the header art so fast LMAO icb i finished it!! otherwise, enjoy!

18+ only. minors do not interact.

On slow days, you would often find yourself bored in the makeup store. Your boyfriend, Lee Felix, would probably be just as bored, sitting in the chair of his set. Your notifications were as empty as the barren shop.

After two aimless scrolls down your Instagram feed, you realized that you hadn’t posted anything recently and hadn’t texted Felix that day.

The afternoon sun brought in waves of humid air throughout the city, setting everyone back from a trip around the shops. You peered over at the conversation with your boyfriend as you thought about ways to kill time.

It wasn’t uncommon to go for a while without contacting each other. It had been years since you two became official, after all, and comfortable silence had become a given that you both simply indulged in. That didn’t take your mind off of the boredom, though, and your fingers itched to do something. They found Felix’s contact on your phone, bedazzled with an embarrassing nickname and profile picture.

It stung to think that if you weren’t looking at his endearing profile, you would instead settle for some sort of creeping guilt of not posting anything on your social media page after a while. Either way, you shot him a message.

you: lix, wya? you: im bored as hell

Considering Felix’s work as a professional model, he would probably reply in less than ten minutes. You thought to turn your phone off and play with the freshly-cleaned makeup brushes on the makeup store’s vanity counter while waiting.

But this is Lee Felix, the sunshine of your days, and you didn’t have to wait any longer than two seconds.

lixie: Am at the shoot I told u about lixie: Bored too tbh LOL

Even if he typed in a silly way, you couldn’t help but love him.

He’d always been your go-to person to unwind and be yourself around. Starting as best friends gave you both a jumpstart to be comfortable around the other. People would say it worked a little too well especially since you two had become the most seriously unserious couple in the creative industry.

That fact made him understand you more than anyone else: you were both creatives. Your heart belonged to the artistic liberties of makeup and beauty, while his heart belonged to the ethereal realm of modeling and fashion. Your two hearts found each other, which was almost perfect for the adjacent businesses. He collaborated with you on makeup challenges. You came to his sets as his “preferred makeup artist.” He understood you whenever you ranted about stupid trends and declining engagement in your channels.

With that, could tell him about your uneventful day and equally uneventful social media pages, but you refrained from complaining more than dropping a passing mention.

you: idrk what to do there are no customers you: and i havent posted anything new you: but its not like theres much to do lixie: Well you’re the genius one here! lixie: Got art block or something?

The prompt response caught you off guard. Almost as if you have forgotten, this was Felix, and he always sensed whenever something was wrong.

As if he had some sort of radar or emotion detector, he always just knew how you were. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had always been in the proximity of your face, observing your concentration as you put eyeliner on him before shooting. Maybe that connection stuck with him after years of being together, and it had remained strong to the point that he could feel it from miles away, staring emptily into the face of some other random MUA.

Alas, you found yourself overthinking again. You would rather overthink about your relationship than your semi-abandoned creative efforts, though.

you: well i guess you can call it that. im just conscious since i havent really posted you: idk what to do next. ive done everything lixie: How about, “Boyfriend does my makeup drunk edition”? :D you: boring ! lixie: “Makeup tut but bf does my voiceover”? :D you: just because it got views doesnt mean its worth doing a fifth time >:(( lixie: I’m kidding LOL

The scowl on your face reflected on the mirror sitting in front of you. You knew that if only Felix saw it right now, he would have lost his mind trying to turn it upside down.

You were right though. You two did everything.

My boyfriend does my makeup? Done, and he did an okay job at it. “The boy beat” makeup tutorial featuring Felix? Damn right he did. Boyfriend does my voiceover? It was so good that you guys did it four times and everyone fell in love with the deep timbre of his voice contrasted with his surprising amount of knowledge. Even if it was easy to collaborate with him, it was hard to create something new and unique. On the contrary, your audience fell in love with you two. It’s nice to watch a model and a stylist practice their art together.

Lost for ideas, you decided just to tease him instead.

lixie: So? No ideas in that pretty head? you: i got one thing in mind lixie: And what might that be? you: having you here you: in my arms you: to kiss up and call pretty :>

It was a thing that you usually did since you loved how he always reacted so pricelessly. He didn’t disappoint with his response, the notifications popping up not even half a minute after your last message.

lixie: HNDNSABNNDJS lixie: Don’t tease me unprompted!! lixie: ;__;

You’re so grateful that he’s always up to play with you.

You thought deeply — too deeply for a situation like this — and scanned the store shelves and storage room for ideas.

You wondered what he would be up to right now.

Felix was stunned.

Done-up in the most expensive face and hairstyle he’s rocked to date, adorned with an unbuttoned suit jacket that one could only dream to wear, he was supposed to look like the stunner. His pecs were only barely hidden and the midsection of his upper body was almost entirely exposed.

Instead, he was the speechless one. He wasn’t shocked by the cold air seeping through his revealing outfit, but his hair raised at your messages.

Your teasing usually should not affect him this much, but today, it was something different. The whole day, all he could think about was you. His mind went to your first meeting. Earlier, he got deja vu as one of the stylists applied lipstick on him. It felt familiar, the feeling of a senior stylist’s hand resting on his face as a brush glided along the perimeter of his mouth. All it lacked was the stunning view of your face in particular. It reminded him of the first time you ever laid eyes on him, and it was to check on his eyeshadow. You stared at each other for too long, exchanged numbers after the shoot, and the rest was history.

He was pissed, to say the least, that you weren’t the assigned stylist for the shoot this time. Nothing could ever compare to the focused look you gave him as you fixed the corners of his mouth with the smooth swipe of your pinky finger.

He craved that touch again.

“Yo,” a dragged-out sigh whisked through the air. “You’ll catch a fly in your mouth if you keep that jaw open.”

Felix looked up from his phone to find Hyunjin, his best friend and one of the junior photographers on set, eyeing his reflection in the mirror. He had his bleached blond hair half-up, tied messily to complete his so-called “intern look.” Most of the senior directors and photographers on set confused him for a model.

“Am I interrupting some kinda internal monologue sesh?” Hyunjin smiled, leaning behind Felix’s chair, raising a brow at him through the reflection.

“No, I just—”

“He’s thinking about Y/N again.” Jeongin, their other best friend, popped from behind the vanity, carrying Hyunjin’s abandoned camera.

The two were interns at the studio. Both were very bored art students looking for a job to pass the time by. Jeongin was there to work as a personal assistant and was mistaken for a stylist considering his fashion sense. His behavior around set proved otherwise, though, since he spent the entire day prodding at everyone’s business.

Felix was no exception as a victim.

“Imagine flirting online,” Hyunjin chuckled while reaching for the camera. Jeongin handed it out to him, only to swing his arm back, teasing the older.

Jeongin dismissed the frown on Hyunjin’s face and fiddled with the camera. “Yeah, cut your significant other some slack, they must be busy at the store or something,” he added.

“Nah, they aren’t.”

Hyunjin snagged the camera back. “Editing a Youtube video?”

“That’s exactly why they messaged me. They asked for ideas for a new video.” Felix sat back and redirected his eyes back to the conversation on his phone. The other two slowly turned their heads to each other.

“Wow! Did you hear that, Innie? They messaged him!” Hyunjin yelped.

“Lix didn’t message first? Unheard of!” Jeongin gasped.

“Cut it out, overdramatic cunts.” The accent made the last word roll off Felix’s tongue in a heavy and aggressive accent. “I want to help them this once. Shoo. Leave me be.”

“Oh, why are you getting all worked up, man?” The younger placed his hands on Felix’s shoulders and wiggled them.

Actually — why was he getting all worked up? Everything seemed off: he wasn’t the type to get annoyed easily like that.

He would have defended himself, but he thought it over. Not only had he been unusually sentimental while getting ready, but even as the day started, he was already rolling off to a rough start. He barely got out of bed, reaching out to you from the side and asking for longer morning cuddles specifically from you. He had been so clingy all day that the silence and afternoon heat killed him from looking forward to anything else but you.

A discussion brewed between the menaces as Felix thought about it. “Innie, you know, he couldn’t even hit the poses right. The director felt bad because our bro didn’t seem into it.”

Felix’s cheeks flushed upon hearing that. ��No way, Hyune,” the other replied.

Oh god, Felix thought.

He swatted embarrassing thoughts away from his head to not get teased any further by his own friends. His thoughts — and something else — were hindering him from doing anything physically. The poor boy couldn’t even shift in his seat from embarrassment. It’s not that he didn’t want to physically fidget, he just couldn’t. His entire body froze, but he also just could not move by any means. It would be uncomfortable for him, and it wasn’t just because the clothes restricted him.

Something underneath his clothes would shift too and pierce his body with shockwaves. Before that could, though, his phone vibrated before he did.

you: babe! you: had a breakthrough so big i said eureka out loud in the store [you sent a photo]

Felix immediately opened the notifications and observed the sent messages. He opened the photo even before it loaded. When it did, he nearly melted in his seat.

You supposedly sent him a picture of a product that you found. By the looks of it, you probably thought of doing a product review of it, but that wasn’t the first impression he got from the picture. The first thing he saw was your face, winking with a toothy grin, your beautiful hand holding the product up next to your cheek.

God, you were all sorts of stunning to him.

lixie: OMHJYGOD YOUre so pretty you: dont look at me, silly! you: look at this lipstick. its so funny

For a moment, he didn’t listen. His eyes were still fixated on everything from your expression, to your features, to the nails that you just got done holding up the product. As if he had gone stupid, he had to blink and shake his head before formulating a reply that made sense.

lixie: LMFAOOOO THE NAME you: its not the name baby lixie: WHAT SHADE COLOR IS THAT LMAOOO you: the shade looks fine, look at the label! lixie: What’s it say you: the label claims its make-out proof lixie: ??!!! LOL

Of course, he didn’t make any sort of sense whatsoever. His two friends watched him frantically type away, barely being able to process anything from the mere sight of you.

“Bro’s deluded,” Jeongin whispered.

“Bro’s fucking horny,” Hyunjin commented, squinting at his friend.

you: you sound so funny baby you: anyway i was thinking i should review it you: but can you join me? i wanna try something

It felt like something broke inside of him. A shot of excitement ran through his system, hitting down until his core — oh shit that hurt.

He tried to twist his lower half again, fidgeting in his seat, but it grew harder for him to do so. With tears in his eyes, he jolted up, attempting to focus on the conversation.

lixie: Sure, what do you want me to do? lixie: Won’t you just do an application and wear test thing? you: mmm i guess u can say that you: but im making it a lil different lixie: How so?

The intrigue bit his tongue and Felix attempted to swallow it. The staff around him were wrapping up the shoot, pushing equipment back in their places, and some started to leave as soon as the director announced the last “cut.” He, however, was glued to the vanity chair, shaking in anticipation.

you: im gonna put it on you baby <3

Felix’s eyes widened.

It didn’t matter how many times you placed makeup on him, nor did it matter how many times he joined you in your antics. There were too many things going on in his head that toyed with his thought process and everything that came with it. He didn’t exactly know why, but a knot formed in his stomach. He grew nervous and just knew that you were up to something sinister.

lixie: But how are we gonna do the wear test? I already got my face done and half the day has passed, I’m even done w my part of the shoot you: you dont get it ??? lixie: I don’t get it!! you: ill put it on you when you get here. and were not just testing how long it wears regularly, were testing what the label says you: ill be there in 10mins love you baby

He sat back, looked up from his phone, and his gaze zeroed in on his reflection, attempting to focus on the thought. How would you conduct a different kind of wear test? In terms of makeup, a wear test would simply be to spend a full day with the product on and to see if it still holds its place at the end of it. It had already been well past afternoon by that time and it wasn’t like there were many other things to do that could budge the lipstick aside from dinner. He always trusted your genius, but he knew that there was more to this.

Felix blinked, once, twice, and then stared.

Were you…going to test if it was really make-out proof?

The world around him seemed to dim — it did, since the studio lights were turning off and the senior stylists urged Jeongin to wake the model up from his short-circuiting brain to change out of the clothes.

That is if Felix could still respond before the horniness consumed him.

lixie: Wait lixie: Don’t tell me lixie: DON’T TELL ME lixie: You’ll test it by putting it on me lixie: AND THEN MAKE OUT WITH ME?????? [Read 2:50 PM] lixie: Y/N!!! Answer me!!! [Delivered, unread 2:51 PM]

The cogs in his head accelerated before banging to a full stop, clinks and clanks ringing through his ears at his very slow realization.

“Congrats, smartypants, you figured it out.” Hyunjin scoffed from behind him.

“Dude—wait, hey! Have you been watching me the whole time?!”

“You should be more secretive,” Jeongin giggled. “Get those privacy screen protectors or something. Now we know what poor Y/N has to deal with every day.”

“And stop getting your thoughts tangled in horny next time you text,” Hyunjin elbowed the poor model boy, fiddling with his camera as if nothing happened. “Don’t worry. Your secrets and online PDA are safe with us.”

Felix’s face was washed without color. His jaw hung open both at his friends’ antics and your devilish plans.

“I’m looking forward to that review,” Jeongin added before walking away, teasingly pushing Felix’s shoulder on the way out. “Not that I’ll use it or anything.”

The two friends left the set side-eyeing and giggling at Felix.

—

It wasn’t long before you pulled up to the studio to pick your boyfriend up.

“Hi, darling.” Felix’s greeting and nervous smile lit up the quiet air and darkness of your car. He got in the passenger seat and immediately leaned in to kiss your cheek.

He was trembling.

You had to laugh. “Hey, babe. What’s got you shaken up?”

“Long day.”

“That’s it?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Long because of you,” he said, scrunching his nose. “Kept teasing me.”

“Aw, don’t sulk, silly.” You cooed at him, “Save the pout for later, baby. We’re going home.”

Maybe it was the combination of inhaling your expensive signature scent and hearing the sound of your voice again that made him tingle all over. Maybe it had to do with the curling corners of your mouth that gave Felix all the information he needed in the world. Maybe it was the fact that you held the back of his seat as the car reversed, and the action looked undeniably sexy.

Felix lifted a leg to cross over the other, but it only ever made him look more uncomfortable throughout the entire car ride home. Though concerned, you didn’t point it out, and instead continued to drive.

His chest was heaving and he internally scolded himself for acting like a bitch in heat.

The both of you arrived home sooner than expected.

The tunes that you played earlier in the car ride home stuck in Felix’s head. He wondered if the song choice of a sultry voice singing about “wants and needs” was deliberate. It was your playlist, and if you intended to include subliminal messaging, then it worked like a charm on him.

He had been worked out to the point he couldn’t face you. The moment he laid eyes on you again in your apartment’s living room, he shied away almost immediately.

You caught his averting gaze, though, and disallowed him from living it down. “Is there something on my face, baby?”

Baby. He could spend a lifetime just listening to you calling him that name. The way it sounded so natural coming from you made him melt.

He also could not stop staring at your lips. You always wore a certain gloss no matter the occasion. Even if it was your signature, Felix couldn’t help but stare, and it didn’t make his situation any better. In fact, it got worse, and it felt like the straining in his pants could explode.

“Mm, ‘s nothing, Y/N.”

“You sure?” You prodded. “Your friends kept waving at me and they looked back at you earlier.”

“Ah, please don’t mind them.” He scoffed. “They were being cheeky cunts.”

“That’s a funny way to put it.”

“Anyway, how are we gonna do th-the…uh, the thing…?” Felix stammered, playing with his fingers instead of looking you in the eye.

“Oh, glad you mentioned it!” You hurriedly grabbed the three tiny boxes in your bag. “I got a bit excited over it. Look at this!”

There was nothing too remarkable about the boxes. They looked like basic products, but the huge bolded font on the product labels caught his eye. “It’s more of a stain or something. The label says it can survive five consecutive make-out sessions before a singular budge.”

“It’s…interesting, yeah.” Felix blinked. You chuckled, nodding at his reasonable reaction. “So…y-you’ll put that on me.”

“Yep.”

“And then we kiss.”

“Make-out,” you corrected. Your voice was clear and slightly stern, but the smile that formed on your face sent him in shivers.

The familiarity in your features contrasted with whatever stunts you were going to pull on him sent his head into a haze.

“Anything wrong with it?”

“No,” he shook his head.

“Lix, baby, just be clear with me.” You inched closer to him, bringing your hands to his plump freckle-spotted cheeks. “You don’t mind that I’ll record this and post it?”

“Of course, I don’t mind. I just…” Felix sighed.

“…Just curious, what are you planning to show in the video?”

“I’m gonna show the application, I’ll start by putting it on you.”

The heat rushed to Felix’s face as numerous thoughts clouded his mind as he visualized everything in his mind.

“We’re gonna kiss for a brief moment in the video, probably make out and do…whatever,” you winked shyly. “It’s only gonna be brief. Gotta keep it within community guidelines.”

One of your hands made its way down to his hip. You pulled him closer. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat from gulping back an otherwise embarrassing sound.

You had to wonder if he was hiding anything causing him discomfort there.

“You’re sure you’re okay?”

Felix bit his lip. “A hundred percent sure.”

“If you don’t want—”

“I want…it,” he whispered under his breath. “I want you.”

He flashed a weak smile. He was incredibly excited, but he was losing composure and he didn’t exactly know why.

He was about to melt in your hands but you held him up and adjusted your set-up for the video with an equally beautiful smile.

—

Three, two, one, action.

The camera rolled and you felt the familiar rush of adrenaline surge through you. Impressively, you thought you would have lost your spark at content creation, but posing in front of the ring light felt refreshing.

“It’s been a long time coming y’all,” you waved, “but I’m back! And guess who I’m with!”

Felix stared at the camera for a moment, his eyes flicking back to you for a split second. It was his cue to wave as well.

“Ah, hi, everyone!”

“Still handsome and meek as always,” you teased. “He still has a bit of makeup on since he came from a shoot.”

Your hand ran down the side of his neck. You felt the goosebumps rise from his skin.

“Anyway, today I’ll be starting a series of videos covering weird products and their weird claims. We’re starting strong with this funky new liquid lipstick from…B.Me Cosmetics.”

Taking the tube out of its package, you examined it and showed it to the phone camera. You swatched a shade on the back of your hand. Differing from a bullet lip, it had a liquid formula that boasted a unique, pseudo-gloss satin finish.

“It claims to be smudge-proof, make-out-proof, everything-proof. Can last five rounds of kissin’ and smoochin’ I assume.” You said many things that Felix didn’t even dare to process.

Felix simply watched your hands delicately hold the product. His gaze was fixated on your nails, fingers, and everything about you that wasn’t the lipstick.

“But oh no no, I’m not testing it on myself. Well, kinda, but Lixie over here is gonna be my test subject.” You swung an arm over Felix, dragging him down to the height of the phone, showing everyone his nervous yet precious face. He eyed up at you with what seemed to be hearts in his pupils.

“Let’s first see how this goes on, hmm?”

You walked a bit away to grab two chairs: one was velvety and comfortable, while the other was taller and had regular cushions. The first was the same chair your clients usually sat on, and the second was your working chair. You urged him to sit down, patting the seat as a signal.

The moment he sat down, Felix started trembling. His knees looked like they were about to give in and his thighs took a moment to settle onto the velvet.

“Everything alright?” You whispered.

He wordlessly nodded back at you. Unknown to you, though, he bit back a noise. He didn’t mind the sharp pulsing pain when he finally got the courage to look up fully, of course with the guidance of your thumb and index finger propping up his chin.

It felt like handling a little kitten in your hands.

“Which shade, which shade…” You took the other bottles out of the bold box packaging and waved them out in front of Felix’s lips. It either would have been a rosy nude color, a deep red, or a bright cherry pinkish-red.

You tapped the tube of the last color against your boyfriend’s bottom lip, watching his cheeks pout slightly at the action. You quietly settled on the cherry color, to Felix’s apparent delight.

“Would you look at that?” You cupped his face with one hand, holding the lipstick on your free one. You faced him towards the camera, relishing in the sight of his cheeks puffing up in your palm. “Call me biased or whatever, but his lips are some of the prettiest I’d ever seen.”

Before he could indulge in the praise though, you urged him to open his mouth. He didn’t prepare for any of this and not your next course of action.

You slotted the bottle in between Felix’s teeth and kept it in place even after unscrewing the applicator off. He bit slightly and carefully to keep the bottle in place without damaging it. If he were a nervous wreck then, he became overly anxious now. You, however, in full focus, took the applicator of the liquid lipstick and slid it along his top lip. The cold sensation of the new foreign product on his mouth made him squirm slightly, though you held him firmly in place with your hand.

“So fitting that his lips are shaped like a heart. He’s so kissable.” You smooched the air while cleaning up the perimeter of his lips, teasing him.

Wished I kissed you right now, huh? Felix could hear that in your voice and he let it echo in his pretty little head. Alas, he couldn’t retaliate nor speak back at all. He couldn’t even dip his head in embarrassment. Your eyes were trained on the brush you flicked, almost dismissive of your own flirting and it mismatched the smirk that adorned your mouth after teasing.

It was the exact kind of look he’s seen many times before. The exact look he fell in love with when you first met.

It’s the look he would get off to almost every night.

You finished off applying the lipstick and it was impressively smooth. You took the bottle from his teeth and sighed. The color made his mouth look irresistibly edible. It would take you three marathons and a trip to the moon to admit that you were starting to feel just as affected as Felix by the sight of his pouty mouth.

“Rub those pretty lips for me, baby.”

Only you could say those words to him the way that you do. Felix felt multiple urges rummaging through his system at once. He could almost cry from wanting to say something, to call out your name, to moan it, to whine and whimper, and melt in your arms as if nobody were watching.

The eyes of the world were on him, though, and all he could do was comply. He rubbed his lips together and pouted them out with a smack.

“Good job, baby.” You rubbed his chin with your thumb. He felt fire surging within his heart.

He knew that you knew what you were doing. It was only you, after all, who knew how to push his buttons in the right places. Unlike Hyunjin nor Jeongin, it took you no effort and no risks to leave him a mentally jumbled mess; not agitated, but certainly needy.

You were still sticking to a mental script, though. “How does it feel? Chalky? Rough? Sticky…?”

“I-It’s smooth. Feels thin.” He felt his tongue almost twist in his mouth from trying to speak when he was physically weakening over you.

“Seems like a good formula,” you giggled.

He watched as you turned your back on him, explaining bits of beauty jargon that he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. His vision seemed to blur as a need to satisfy the growing discomfort in his pants overwhelmed him. It all snapped away for a second when you switched the angle of your phone and pulled him up by his arms, leading him in front of the couch.

All of a sudden, you rubbed a circle around the base of his wrist. You looked up at him with eyes that demanded something from him. It was dark yet inviting as if he had just eyed down a wolf threatening to eat him whole.

The gesture was your signal that you wanted to fuck him then and there.

Felix finally didn’t have to keep to himself.

“Time to test how good it wears,” you smirked at him.

Felix’s eyes were focused on yours. He didn’t move an inch as your fingers crawled from his jaw to his cheek. You glanced at your phone, propped up on the countertop, to check if it was recording. When you looked back, your eyes met Felix’s red lips.

You were so glad that you picked that shade. The makeup line released a ton of colors and your mind folded into itself when you realized how many there were. It was almost overwhelming to choose a shade for your boyfriend: you wanted to see him with a pinky nude on his lips, but you also thought the dark berry shade looked pretty.

As a trained makeup artist, you had a knack for figuring out which hues elevated which skin tones. Of all people, you knew Felix’s skin would match the slightly muted, pinkish cherry satin stain.

You should know this. You’ve seen his skin flush many times before, that would be more than enough to be familiar with the hues of his delicious skin.

You were the reason why he would constantly blush, after all. His skin would burn under your slightest touch, but it would flare up until his freckles darkened each time you held him down on your hips and called him pretty. His cheeks would turn as red as the tip of his cock every time you squeezed it lightly.

Before you could think of any more, you tapped your boyfriend’s cheek. His face burned into a shade not far from the color of his lipstick.

“Are you sure you want to record this with me?” You asked, eyes scanning his face for second thoughts.

Felix almost forgot that you needed a clip of the both of you briefly kissing. He nodded after a second, confusion snapping into realization as you smiled at him. He seemed to be lost in thought, too: maybe he was nervous, maybe he was thinking of the same things you thought about. Either way, he simply answered with a smirk and the faintest giggle.

“Yeah. I’m game.”

You were on a mission to prove that this lip product could not budge after an intense make-out session. Now, you — and maybe Felix — wanted to see if it could survive intense sex, too.

All it took were two inches forward: you grabbed his hands dangling in front of you and closed in. Your noses touched each other, the skin bumping softly before your lips slotted against his in the smoothest kiss possible. To his surprise, you started gently. He expected you to crash against his mouth. He expected you to rummage through the product sitting on his mouth right away, to test its strength as a long-lasting piece of makeup, but you didn’t.

Maybe he wanted you to be rough. He wanted it.

You could tell by the whimper he choked up behind the kiss. That, and his hands roamed around your arms and sides, pulling you closer.

“Getting a little excited now, are we?” You purred, pulling your face away from his. He hesitated to break the kiss, inching his lips closer to yours even as you talked.

“Sorry, s-sorry. Got a little carried away.”

You wondered what got him to be so clingy and affectionate. You’re well aware of him being loving and tender, but it’s another thing to have him smitten while you’re doing nothing special.

Little did you know that to him, everything involving you is special. Even the texts you sent earlier and the ones you sent before. He couldn’t stop thinking about them; who wouldn’t, especially when you were being such a tease?

He finally pulled his head back. “Smooth,” he whispered.

You thought to tease him. “The lipstick?”

“No,” Felix chuckled, “I meant you.”

Your hands traveled from up to his toned arms until one of them met the nape of his neck — his sensitive spot. You often called him a little kitten for enjoying being petted on that spot a little too much.

“So, did it rub off yet?” Your boyfriend managed to squeak, still affected by your antics.

His face was impossibly close to yours and you could feel the heat in his cheeks growing the more that he smiled at you. You stepped back to observe his face: apart from the blush on his cheeks, the lipstick was seemingly left unscathed. By the look on his face, he observed your lips, and there were no signs of product transferring.

He also just wanted to kiss it again.

You raised an eyebrow at the camera and shrugged. “I guess it survived round one.”

“That was round one?” Felix mirrored the look you gave your phone. “I thought we call that first base.”

Your head whipped back to him. He simply smirked back, feigning an angel’s smile.

You’ve dated him for a long while, and while he had always been silly, he had never been this way in front of the camera. You wondered if the shoot he did — or the staff he was with — earlier had anything to do with a sudden ego boost.

“Now you’re bold, baby.”

The nickname caused Felix’s smirking eyes into wide ones, the excitement writing itself everywhere on his face.

“Just wanna do more with you,” he teased back. “Do more rounds, test how much removes.”

He puckered his lips and pouted. It was a juicy invitation that you couldn’t turn down. Instead, you took it with a kiss — a deep kiss, one that made you inhale and caught him off guard.

It was still gentle and velvety. It felt like you both tasted clouds and nothing was in between. The hand on the nape of his neck ran up to his hair and back down almost instinctively, making Felix shake. Unable to focus on both the sensation of a passionate kiss, an overwhelming urge to breathe and process the suddenness, and the general feeling of being petted, his hands swung to your chest and squeezed.

“Ah! Felix!” You whispered loudly against his mouth, almost moaning at the sensation.

“Sorry! Force of habit,” he said.

“Gotta keep it PG, baby, I’m posting this.” He nodded assuringly at your words but his hands were crucially still on your chest, threatening to squeeze again.

After realizing this, he immediately attempted to pull his hands back, an apology dripping on the tip of his tongue. Instead, you surprisingly threw your hands on his wrists, caging his hands in place.

If that didn’t surprise him enough, you leaned in close to his face and kissed him once more. It was fiery this time; he felt your tongue darting at him while your teeth nipped slightly at his bottom lip before you pulled away. He gasped louder than he should have.

You giggled at his shock and nuzzled your face on his neck. “Sorry. Reflex.”

“But mommy—” Felix froze, realizing what he had just said. He didn’t mean to say that.

All the cockiness he displayed earlier fizzled out into thin air. You could feel the heartbeat in his neck thumping against your lips. From his eyes fluttered shut to wide open ones, you could see the embarrassment wash over him.

Sure, you two were doing something intimate, kissing and groping in front of the camera. He knew and trusted you enough to edit it out, but the idea that footage would have existed of him calling you that nickname…scared him. The camera watched him, the microphone picked up his low voice, and on the off-chance that this moment makes the cut, thousands of people would have seen it.

He’d gotten used to the idea that millions of people could pass by his face and body, but it’s different when he’s exposing a bit of himself that he only reserved for you — his “mommy.”

“Y/N… Shit, I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t—”

“Oh baby, it’s okay.” You gave a reassuring look and a warm smile, shifting your position to hide his face away from the phone camera.

The pet name was his suggestion. The idea that you could hold this title as his dominant partner was something he never thought of telling you at first, but the moment he mentioned it, you indulged immediately. It was something so dear, so sweet, and soft, definitely making you less of an ominous presence to him in bed and more like a warm home he can return to. You loved it even if he didn’t expect you to.

Even while he’s embarrassed and fully vulnerable, he felt so safe, entrusted to the only one in his life that could take the title without judgment.

“Call me that as much as you want. I won’t show it,” you whispered. Felix nodded but you didn’t miss the tears threatening to form in his eyes.

“Mommy…” He inevitably gave up and dipped his head in the crook of your neck. You petted the back of his head again and kissed the side of his head, calming him with hushes and soft hums.

Before he could melt at your warm embrace, you took a few steps back. Felix whined and hoped to hug you for longer, only to watch you press the button on your phone to stop the recording. You shut the phone off, looked back at him, and smiled with your eyes.

He always valued your respect for his boundaries and the fact that you always made his comfort your top priority.

“We’re not done,” you inched closer, “the lipstick’s still on there.”

Because if you two were going to fuck comfortably, you two were still going to fuck.

Taking his arms and pulling them towards you, you prompted him to wrap himself around you as your lips crashed against his. You held him by his waist — it was remarkably small, toned, and muscled but definitely made for your hands to take it.

With force, you hugged his waist and carried him slightly, pushing you both on the couch. You sat on it while he was essentially hovering over your figure, his hips just above your lap.

“Mommy—g-god,” Felix gasped, muffled by another nudge of your mouth.

As if your brain switched off, your hands started going on their own. One was trained on his hip and the other snaked up his side and cupped his face, making him tremble at the sudden yet soft movements.

You were focused on the kiss but you just knew he looked gorgeous.

Of all the clients you put makeup on, your boyfriend always turned out the prettiest. Maybe it’s because his eyes seemed to shine with certain shadows on them. Maybe it’s the way his freckles peek through the base products. In this case, maybe it was the plumpness of his lips that you loved, covered in a flattering shade of red. Maybe that’s what was doing it for you.

“You’re so cute, baby,” you said, pausing the kiss.

Felix pouted. The pigment on his lips accentuated the curves of his mouth. “Not as cute as mommy.”

“Hm, thank you. But you’re my cute baby.”

Sometimes, you wonder how you got this to be so vulnerable, so whipped for you. It didn’t take him that long to warm up to you with this side of him, a side he so dearly hid from the rest of the world. It’s like this doll was made for you.

“Mommy,” Felix dragged out a whimper as he called you by the title. “Making me needy.”

“Don’t get impatient baby boy,” you whispered, a kiss on his temple following your sweet words.

While rolling your hips onto his, you thought about it what you said. You thought back to the last night he fell into this extremely submissive role. He’d always been the one under you and you’ve always been the one in control, but during that one night — similar to this one — he shyly asked you to call him a certain pet name. You loved it, probably more than he did, and you figured he might want to hear you say it again.

“Or are you my baby girl for tonight?”

“Mommy!” Felix scolded. If his cheeks were already flushed, his entire face heated up with a warmth that you simply indulged in. His ears and the corners of his eyes lit up with a blush tone that complimented and accentuated the cherry color that lined his shy smile.

He enjoyed the pet name too much, and he seemed to be threatened with memories of the same night the moment you said it.

“What? Don’t want to be my baby girl? It’s okay if you—”

“I’m mommy’s girl! Yeah, I’m their baby girl!”

Almost all traces of bass in Felix’s voice left the moment he squealed his response to you.

His eyebrows were slanting upwards like a needy puppy, his eyes sparkled as beads of tears sat on his eyelashes, and he wiggled his hips onto yours with a neediness you’ve seen many times before. He briefly whimpered again in a high pitch.

Being called that for the first time was as special to him as it was to you. It still landed him punches to the gut every time you said it. You would wonder why he loved it even if he was incredibly comfortable in his masculinity.

Maybe it made sense like that, considering he was wearing makeup while sitting on your lap.

You kissed him again and praised him until he gave into the burning sensations he felt from your overwhelmingly smooth graces around his body. With fast swipes, you pulled his plain shirt over his head, only to clothe him again with nothing but the warm embrace of your arms.

He moaned, writhed, and whined, adjusting his position on your lap until his legs were slotted against one of your thighs. Once he found his balance, he rutted against your leg, letting out a sound that he couldn’t resist.

“Didn’t even undress you yet, I still have pants on, and you’re already riding me?” You smiled widely at him. Felix huffed, unable to think, inhaling so that he wouldn’t drool on your shirt.

Or your chest, now that you abandoned your top in a flash, leaving it even harder for him to contain himself.

You took his lips into yours again, this time licking and biting his sweet mouth, allowing his tongue to slide against yours. It was messy and sloppy, just the way he needed it. You wondered if he had been craving this for so long and just couldn’t tell you.

Nevertheless, the next step was to take the bottoms off of your lower half and his own, but he paused your hands from reaching onto his crotch.

“W-Want mommy’s off first,” he sighed. It sounded more like a question now that his voice was so high and his tone was so soft. He was far from the boy whose mouth went foul over his own best friends at work.

His head was far gone, you figured.

Felix helped you pull your pants down, careful not to disrupt the current position that you were both in, only slightly lifting yourself off the couch. He sighed once he saw you, bare and beautiful, rid of anything that kept him from being horny the entire day.

He wanted you so bad.

“Baby girl, tell me,” it was your turn to pause his hands from reaching you.

“Is something bothering you?”

“No…not really a-a bother…” He pursed his lips.

He figured to rip the bandaid off and just show you the source of his discomfort—or, as it seems, the source of his pleasure.

“Baby girl, you…”

He revealed a pastel pink lacy fabric covering his private area. He was wearing panties.

“I…I got them from a PR package…from th-that one underwear company…” Felix justified, stuttering from both extreme embarrassment and arousal.

“It was supposed to be yours b-but I…liked it so much…a-and I wanted to…”

You couldn’t help but notice the drool threatening to fall from his tongue, glossing his lips. Distracted, you didn’t kiss him. You licked his mouth and bit his bottom lip again. The blood under his skin rushed to color his lips, emphasizing the pink-colored stain.

As you bit his lip, your fingers found the band of his panties, toying with the pink lace before slipping under it. The flesh — rather, his cock — was hard and pulsing. Felix moaned. His chest heaved from being unable to process everything at once.

“Baby girl’s clit is so hard for me already.” You pecked his cheek and let him whine. “You’ve been needy since earlier?”

“Y-Yeah, but, ‘m…not finished.” He mumbled under his breath. “Got more…to show you.”

He pulled his panties fully down, allowing his cock to bounce up. You couldn’t help but notice something at the base, but your suspicions were confirmed when he led one of your hands to touch his ass.

“You wore a butt plug the whole day?”

Felix’s face flushed into a shade similar, if not deeper than the cherry red he wore on his lips. At your words, he felt like crumpling into himself.

“It’s just for you. Thought y-you’d like it.”

All you could do in response was kiss him deeply and thrust your thigh up, hitting the plug deeper into his ass.

He moaned deliciously into the kiss and almost cried at the contact. It fucked with him — literally — the entire day and you made it all the better. Only that he had so little time to adjust before you gave him a dark look again.

“Mommy, what are you—”

He was shut up by you licking his mouth and your fingers filling up his hole.

“Your cunt’s so fucking wet, baby girl.” Your words left your system through gritted teeth, filtering your animalistic desire to ruin him even more than ever. “This pussy is mine and only mine.”

You bit his lip once more, sucking on the plump flesh before abandoning it. “Bet your toys can’t satisfy you as I do.”

“They d-don’t, mommy!” Felix was on the verge of tears, choking back sobs as your teeth found his jaw, peppering it with love bites lining his natural contour.

You started pumping your fingers up and down his ass, hitting his prostate with your fingertips over and over. “Can only take me inside your cunt.”

“Ah, god—fuck, mommy!” The delirious sounds escaping him as he scrambled to hold onto your body kept you going.

As if he noticed, he started grinding into the air next to your entrance. You took this as his usual sign that he wanted to please you too. Felix valued mutual pleasure and craved it as much as he craved the sloppy crashing of mouths on a couch.

“Take me like a good girl.” Your voice softened as you cooed. “Can you do it? Ride mommy’s fingers while fucking into me?”

He could only nod frantically, allowing the drool in his mouth to drop onto his cock.

The lipstick probably looked so messy by now.

You held his cock, lengthy and hard, and squeezed it in your free hand. “This is mommy’s to play with.”

Shoving it into your entrance, you curled your fingers deep onto Felix’s prostate, eliciting loud moans from either of you. Felix could scream from the sudden warmth enveloping his cock.

“Rub your clit against me,” you demanded, urging him to thrust his cock immediately. He complied only to start whining and crying out from the stimulation.

You leaned your head to the side and exposed your neck. With a subtle nod of your head, you invited him to bite your neck before his next thrust. Lightning bolts entered you when his teeth sunk into your skin for some semblance of comfort.

In turn, you kissed and sucked a spot on Felix’s shoulder. The biting sensation made him squirm away from you, but his noises only amplified when you latched onto a more sensitive spot above his freckled collarbone. It didn’t help that your fingers were practically exiting and entering his hole completely, filling and emptying him at a speed he almost couldn’t take.

The stimulation from all ends of his body caught up to him, release rumbling from his core up to his cock. He begged and pleaded and called your name multiple times as you did too. Felix readied for release but shocked himself when it came suddenly, almost without warning.

He started gushing just outside your entrance, the relief surging through his hips in waves: it had never happened to him before, but the slight amusement on his fucked-out face sent you over the edge too.

You came at the same time, your wetness coating the sides of your thighs and the cushions of the couch, the pool of both your juices mixing right under you.

It had to take you both several minutes to an hour of downtime before you both got up to clean. During that time, Felix held you close, trapping you in a warm cuddle.

“Y/N, I love you,” he whispered, his deep voice returning, calming you from your high.

You pressed one more kiss on his lips. “I love you too, Felix.”

Aftercare had to be a non-negotiable after the scene you guys painted all over the living room.

You made sure to offer Felix the softest bubble bath, massaging and soothing every inch of his skin, scrubbing away at the residue of the new lipstick.

You both found out, just before the bath, that it barely survived at all. It still stained his lips a shade of red, and the stains of love bites that he left on you stuck for a long while, but the actual product budged possibly within the third round of kisses. It barely held on when you started biting him.

The bedroom was full of giggles and the shuffling of your bodies cuddling close to calm yourselves down. Felix shared how he couldn’t believe his horniness that day, and you teased that he was being a hormonal girl.

He whined at that, kissed you good night, and fell asleep while huddled close to your chest. You calmly played with your phone, quickly editing the footage and clipping out the moment that he slipped into submission.

That was for your eyes only.

You posted the video and muted the notifications, kissed his forehead good night, and fell asleep.

—

“Baby, baby girl…” Your voice, although hoarse and deep from the blissful sleep, woke your boyfriend up. The clock on your bedside table flashed 9:00 AM in bright red, but the light from your phone shone brighter. “Look at this!”

“Holy…Y/N, oh my god!” Every trace of sleepiness left Felix as he jumped out of bed. “The video blew up?!”

You sat up next to him, chuckling in disbelief. “Let’s see what people are saying.”

“Why does the suggested search bar have…”

Men marked up. Men with hickeys. Men whining. It was clear that the video affected your audience in more ways than one.

“Silly,” you giggled, sinking into your boyfriend’s embrace. “Wonder how this thing got through community guidelines.”

Felix pointed at a comment. “Help. Someone’s asking about washing the stains off.”

The both of you cuddled closer. As the sunlight shone through your curtains and hit your figures, it highlighted Felix’s honey skin and the cherry stains that failed to wash off in the shower.

You turned your head to his and smirked. “Should we film an update video? What about a part 2?”

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Closing Time

following from the ending scene from the episode with the same title

Summary: Spencer hasn't ever thought about how to tell you he likes you until he has a little too much to drink on Valentine's Day

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (mostly fluff)

Content Warning: drinking

Word Count: 1.2k

There's a little bit of disappointment amongst the singles when the team gets home on the night of Valentine's Day. It would be easier to not think about being single while working a serial murder case.

But now, it's glaring them in the face.

"Alright, Hotch isn't coming," Morgan announces, walking down the steps from their boss's office.

Y/n, Spencer, Rossi, and Emily share a look at Hotch's indirect confession that he's seeing someone. It's going to be important information to tell Penelope and JJ.

"Let's go then," Rossi says, ushering them out. "I'm buying."

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No one's going to complain about that, all of them following him eagerly.

They go to their usual bar, getting set up at a table before Rossi gets a round of shots. Everyone holds up their own, and Morgan gives the toast. "To being single."

They echo it before pouring the liquor down their throats. It's the first drink of many. Rossi wasn't kidding about buying and has no problem plastering his surrogate children with alcohol.

"Hey, have you ever seen Spencer drink this much?" Y/n asks in the bathroom with Emily, watching her friend reapply her lipstick in the mirror.

"Worried about your boyfriend?" She jokes, not going to miss the rare occasion Y/n mentions Spencer now that she knows she'll get teased for her crush.

Y/n shakes her head, trying to contain her worry. "Just thought he was kind of a lightweight."

That time Emily takes it seriously, agreeing with her friend. "I guess, yeah. He does seem like he's had a lot."

Y/n has to shrug it off to avoid speculation about her tiny, major crush, but she’s thinking about him and where they left the guys, sitting in their booth.

Rossi went to the bar when the girls left to the bathroom, attracted to some girl a couple of decades younger than him, leaving just Morgan and Spencer.

Spencer keeps his feelings tightly guarded. It’s something Morgan’s known to be true for the decade they’ve worked together. It took Spencer years to share something as personal as his nightmares. As far as Morgan’s concerned, Spencer Reid doesn’t share his emotions.

So he's confused when Spencer starts spilling. "She's just so pretty." He launches into a ramble he would find embarrassing if he were sober. "And funny, and she's nice to me, like she always makes me want to be myself, not someone else, you know? I just want to be with her all the time. When I walk into a room, I always look for her, and if she's there, I can't help but smile."

Morgan has to resist the urge to video it, maybe for proof but also to embarrass him with later, hopefully at their wedding. "Y/n?" He checks.

Spencer frowns. "Duh. There's no one else I could even think to be with but her." He tells him. "Don't you feel like that- No! Wait, don't answer that."

"I don't feel like that about her," Morgan assures him, patting him on the back reassuringly. "You know that feeling is love, though, right?"

His eyes widen at the realization Morgan's created, face going blank white. "No. No, I can't love her." He quickly says. That would be bad. When he loves people, they leave.

Morgan scoffs out a laugh, shaking his head. "I think you're in too deep now." He jokes, probably enjoying his friend's dismay more than he should. He's never seen Spencer as freaked out as this before. "And on Valentine's Day, too." He shakes his head playfully.

"What do I do?" Spencer asks. "Wait, no, I can't do anything."

"Just ask her out." Morgan offers, shrugging casually.

It's not as casual for Spencer as it is for Morgan since he's never done it before. He's never even felt like this before. How can someone feel as nervous with butterflies as Spencer does and do something scary like ask someone out? He's really not sure, but it doesn't sound humanly possible.

"No," Spencer says. "I can't."

Then he goes for another shot, drinking more in an attempt to forget about it. He avoids Y/n as much as possible, but at least the blush on his cheeks can be explained by alcohol. By closing time, Spencer's finishing another drink that he shouldn't have had, and he stumbles out of the door.

"Hey, you guys are going the same way, right?" Morgan asks Y/n and Spencer, sharing a little grin with Rossi.

Although he's not about to say it, Spencer knows where she lives. "Two blocks north." Y/n reports.

"Three," Spencer says, struggling to hold up three fingers.

"Come on, we'll walk together." She suggests, ducking her head to avoid Emily shooting her a suspicious look.

Morgan nudges Y/n, smirking at her. "He might need a little help."

"Goodnight, everyone." She waves goodbye to them, walking quickly away from them.

Spencer follows her like an eager puppy, although he's less than graceful in his movements. Thanks to the streetlights, it's still light.

Once she's sure their friends have gone, she walks closer to Spencer. "Are you alright?" She asks.

"Mhm." He answers, slowing up his pace. "Drunk, I think."

She chuckles lightly. "Yeah, you had a bit to drink tonight, huh?" In fact, she's surprised he's still standing, not vomiting in a bush.

"Fuck!" He swears.

She's not sure she's ever heard him swear before and it worries her. "What's wrong?" She asks, stopping to face him.

"It's the fifteenth." He informs her, holding his watch backward so she can read the time. 12:05. It's been a long day.

She didn't realize exactly how long until then. "Yeah, it's late."

"No, I mean it's no longer Valentine's Day." He clarifies, throwing his hands up in the air.

She's still confused. Apparently, he's confusing as well as cute when he's drunk. "What do you mean by that?" She asks.

Spencer's bright red when she looks back up at him, and his filter has been greatly depleted by alcohol, so his words tumble out. "I wanted to ask you to be my Valentine." He says before clearing his throat.

She beams at his confession. "You were going to ask me that?" She confirms.

Spencer nods. "I was just thinking that, uh, it would be better than saying I really like you."

"You can say that too." She assures him, reaching out to touch his hand. He reciprocates, sliding his fingers through hers. "And if you ask, I'll be your Valentine for next year."

"Can I ask next year?" He asks. "I think it might take an entire year for me to get this drunk again and tell you how I feel."

"I'll ask then." She offers with a laugh. "Spencer, will you go out with me?"

He pulls her closer to him. "I will, but I'm going to need one to two business days to recover from this." He warns.

She laughs, shaking her head. "Okay, I can agree to that."

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svenituse · 10 months ago

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Valentine's Day 💖🍫

In case I don’t finish a fic for today, here’s a short alcale/calever thing I posted earlier on twitter:

Alver is visiting Earth 2 in his dreams to learn about different weapons, when Choi Jungsoo asks: “So what are you doing with Cale for Valentine’s Day?”

“…What’s Valentine’s Day?”

Hours later, Alver is busy pacing and panicking in front of his office’s hidden conspiracy wall. There’s a specific Earth holiday for romantic couples? And nobody told him?!

The first week of the second month is already over. There is no time to prepare. He's going nuts.

(Back on Earth 2, Lee Soohyuk shakes his head. “Cale probably doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day either.” He turns to one team member in particular. “Right, Roksoo?”

Roksoo just looks up from his novel and blinks. “…I want chocolate.”

“That’s not what I was asking!”)

(Cale sneezes and rubs the back of his neck. He feels a chill…)

Alver can do this. He had much shorter deadlines in the past with far graver consequences for missing them. And it’s not like Cale will be disappointed if Alver doesn’t know about Earth customs. Maybe. Hopefully.

Alver’s next few days are a chaotic whirlwind of interrogating asking Choi Han and people from Earth 2 for info, finishing as much paperwork as inhumanly possible, spending an ungodly amount of time in the kitchen, and ignoring skillfully evading Tasha’s amused questions.

On the 14th day of the month, Alver teleports into the Super Rock Villa and scares Cale so much he falls off his couch.

“Is something wrong?” Cale asks, confused. The king is dressed casually but nicely, and he also looks unusually flustered. Is there an emergency?

A small box with a ribbon bounces off Cale’s forehead. “Hey!”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, you dense bastard,” Alver mutters, putting the cross in Crossman with his scowl and folded arms. He belatedly feels foolish for worrying this much, considering Cale’s personality.

Cale looks at Alver in mild amusement. “You didn’t have to bother.”

Alver’s face turns red. “Just shut up and eat it.”

The box contains chocolates that are obviously homemade. Cale smiles at the thought of Alver grumbling about tempering, annoyed that everything isn’t perfect.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too,” Cale says, popping a chocolate in his mouth. They’re sweet (just like the person who made them).

Alver nods stiffly. “Enjoy. I should go back to work.” His embarrassed exit is interrupted when a silver shield surrounds him.

Cale laughs. Alver looks like a hamster in a ball—a hamster is close enough to a squirrel, right?—so he rolls the king toward his bed. “Leaving before getting your gift?”

“Huh?” Alver blinks. Then turns red. “Oh! Oh…”

...

Then they fuck I guess. The end. 😂

#lcf #lout of count's family #alcale #calever #alver crossman #cale henituse #lcf fic

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talisman975 · 10 months ago

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Third time’s the charm! I’m here to announce the third and possibly last event for #BelosFansTakeover!

Starting today it will be two months until the anniversary of Watching And Dreaming, and I plan on making this event go out with a bang!

Because along with the usual criteria for this event, I will be adding a special bonus project for everyone who wishes to participate!

That project will be: Giving Belos a better ending!

If there’s one thing most of us Belos fans can agree, it’s that his ending was NOT good nor satisfying. Therefore I wish to do him justice by allowing you all to create a better, more dignified and satisfying end for our main villain. It’s why I’m making this announcement two months in advance instead of one, because I would like for you all to have as much time as you can on this project and event.

However you want to create Belos’s alternate ending is totally up to you: Fanfiction, story post, comic, fan art, AMV, edits, don’t matter! As long as, of course, you tag it with #BelosFansTakeover.

And lastly, on the day of the finale’s anniversary, to truly and hopefully get the tag trending, re-reblog every Belos content you made and tag it with the event name!

Oh, and one more thing! Non-Belos fans, if you want to reblog this tag, you can! We appreciate all the ones who are willing to step up and defend us from the harassment and bullying from the rest of the fandom. You are truly kind and thank you for not seeing Belos fans as bad people.

And with that, have a great Valentine’s Day and enjoy the next two months!

#belosfanstakeover #my post #toh #emperor belos #philip wittebane #the owl house #toh belos #toh philip #toh phillip wittebane #toh emperor belos

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allycat75 · 22 days ago

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What the fuck you doing, Boston Dumb Fuck? Ewww!

Put that away. You fake married and tacitly approve of that entitled, lazy, talentless, insipid, racist, fatshaming, Lotita-worshipping Nazi wifey for a reason. I assume to be taken more seriously as an actor and not be seen as the internet's favorite fuckboi? Not our fault it massively backfired, sucking the soul through your eyes and turning you into a cinematic joke, just as talentless, lazy and entitled as the antisemetic wifey.

You may think you are signaling something by almost flinging that evil, radioactive ring off your finger and side hugging your charming bride, stiffening, flinching and squirming almost in pain when you have to touch her, but you agreed to this manipulation and as much he as I love seeing Pissy Chrissy, hopefully the person you are most pissed with is yourself. All you are accomplishing is making yourself more miserable and gaslighting the very people who would have otherwise supported you and your piece of shit acting choices.

The only things I believe about you is you love Dodger and you absolutely hate yourself. But you could have gotten help for that instead of being so stubborn that you had to prove yourself right and take all of us with you.

So instead of showing off your tattooed tiddies, enjoy your white male privlege and lean into the new administration's need for lies, corruption and misogyny (don't forget your Valentine's Day videos from a few years ago when you permanently lost any hope of a feminist card).

Of course, you could act like a big mid-40s boy and actively throw that liar's ring into the Thames, extricate CAAs cold hand from your tushie, take back your balls and your life by firing your whole team (including your rapist-supporting Scientogist stylist, who has not done you any favors for years), tell every bit of your truth and what a little shit you have been to your family (except Scott- don't tell me he got a prime Ken role based on sheer talent), true friends (like Scarlet) and fans (the ones that are left and the ones that could be earned back with a bit of effort) and most importantly, get yourself some serious fucking help because this is not normal behavior and if you don't learn some coping mechanisms, you will be destined to make this kind of (and worse) mistakes again.

"If you don't love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?"

-RuPaul

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meowthefluffy · 1 year ago

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An update on my unfinished au’s!

I have over the last few months fallen deeply out of love with the Sanders Sides series and as a result I have not updated any of my projects in some time. At the current point I am at I am only planning to do the final two installments in the cupid au (because I pretty much lost my affection for the ts series right before the big finale of the project!!) and the lust Roman au (as it is my longest running work to date and I want to comple the project as a show of dedication to my younger self) although it will most likely be on a much quicker time scale than I was intending originally! (Instead of the 11 more parts I was hoping to produce it will probably be closer to 5 and I will most likely skip a few parts of the story that weren’t as important)

I feel a lot of affection for the work I have created but not a lot for the actual series so I’m trying to find a way to rework the stories I’ve created for the au’s to become independent creations that I will enjoy continuing to make! (Aside from the Lust au which I feel is mostly a story I don’t feel the need to come back to/rework since it relies so heavily on the source material) Most of my au’s function as stories mostly separate from canon material except for the characters archetypes present in each, so I’ll be working on retooling/reskinning said work to be more original and workable as long term projects! (Since u guys were really invest in my plots which had almost nothing to do with the canon characterization)

I’m currently working on retooling the Zombie au (Which I used as heavy inspiration for my oc Sophia I sometimes post about and her girlfriend) the Cupid au (I’m putting together more creative designs for the characters so that I can hopefully redo the comic- since I’m super in love with the concept) The sleeping beauty au (since it functions entirely the same as a stand alone story- and I could use the designs of my princess characters from that comic I made a long time ago for Valentine’s Day ) and the Super hero au! (Which I never properly defined and thus have a lot of incomplete ideas for, and my only struggle is coming up with better super hero names for them)

The only one of my main au’s I probably won’t rework is the Evil king au- just because I’m not sure how I could retool it to not just be a story about abuse(I feel more comfortable creating a story where everything is horrible and bad and the people involved are just bad for eachother when it’s an au- because there is other work of those characters where they aren’t that way to balance it out- but if it were my own new characters I feel as though it wouldn’t be nearly as fun to read or write)

This is a series of decisions I’ve been trying to wait on for a long time because I have been hoping something sanders Sides related would come out soon that would re spark my interest but nothing so far has happened- and with the way the story is going I don’t think it’s something that is going to happen. I still love all the work I have created for this fandom and I am so proud of all the collaborative projects I have been able to create with you all! I will happily re-read your asks and comments on my comics and I am still really proud of the community I’ve been able to create!

I’m sad to let this part of my life go (it’s taken up a solid 4th of my lifetime) and I understand that a lot of you all won’t follow me to my new projects- because I understand you guys didn’t come here for random oc projects- or original comics. And Altho it breaks my heart to see some of you move on and leave my notifications I am happy I the time with you all that I did!

Thank you all for everything- and I’ll see you soon 💖

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loosesodamarble · 10 months ago

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GUESS WHO HAS NO POOKIE FOR VALENTINES DAY!!!

💕This anon💕

To make me feel better can I plz request for some Valentines hc for Nacht

Thx💗

What a coincidence, I don't have a Valentine's either, Anon!

Ah yes, some good Nacht headcanons will surely soothe the lonely heart! Let's think about Nacht being loving and sweet on this day together!

The start of the headcanons isn't all soft and fluffy but hopefully the turn around and ending make up for it. Please enjoy, Anon! And happy Valentine's Day!

..........

Nacht on Valentine's Day

Nacht doesn't think much of Valentine's Day when you two enter your relationship.

He really didn’t have a sense for romance in his youth and well into adulthood (for good reason let’s be real).

So when you and Nacht have your first Valentine’s Day, he initially brushes it off as any other day.

“We can show our love for each other any day of the year,” Nacht says nonchalantly. “Why do we have to make a big show of it today?”

A sour look crosses your face and Nacht bites his tongue, realizing he shouldn’t have said what he did.

You would let out an annoyed sigh and leave because continuing the conversation while soured would make things uglier than you want them to be on what’s supposed to be a happy, loving day.

Nacht would take the time to knock himself on the head and regret his actions. Can’t do it for too long because he needs to consider why you were upset.

Him denying shows of love isn’t anything new. Nacht is reserved with affection but you normally laugh it off and say you look forward to when he’s feeling up to it.

Nacht would go out for a walk and get a look at how others were spending Valentine’s Day. Left and right, he sees couples feeling love in the air. Kissing in public. Squeals of delight at bouquets and boxes of chocolate. Cheers and hollers as people congratulate complete strangers on successful proposals.

It’s obnoxious to Nacht and all too shameless of the people.

And then it clicks. Nearly everyone is unabashedly affectionate on Valentine’s Day. Normally, such extravagant shows of love in public would feel out of place. But on this holiday, no one was judging anyone else because they were all partaking in the joy of being with their partner.

Nacht feels even dumber now. You were upset not just because he pushed you away but because he did it on a day when he really shouldn’t have felt shy about being affectionate.

Nacht had a new resolve in mind. He would make it up to you and give you the Valentine’s Day you deserved.

You hear a knock at your door, well more like ongoing and very aggressive knocking. You scramble to the door and open it to find Nacht standing there with a bouquet of flowers.

It’s a rather elaborate bouquet with the most vibrant flowers you’d ever laid on. Red, pink, white petals and the faint green of stems fills your vision. In the back of your mind, you know that it cost Nacht a pretty yul to buy it.

“For you…” he mutters a bit awkwardly. “Look, about what I said earlier, I—” He shakes his head before leaning in, unintentionally pressing the bouquet between your bodies, and kissing you on the lips.

It’s soft and sweet yet there’s a sense of desperation to Nacht’s kiss. It takes your breath away, the way Nacht’s lips practically meld with yours. A moment that felt close to perfection.

When Nacht pulls away, he holds the back of your head and looks you in the eyes. Those ice blue eyes of his have you hypnotized.

“I know I ruined the day earlier and there’s not much of Valentine’s Day left but… would you consider accompanying me on a date? I bet we can still get a seat at a nice cafe and enjoy a special menu item for the occasion.”

“Y-yeah…” you whisper back. “R-right after I put these flowers in water, of course!”

Nacht doesn’t let go of your hand the whole time you two make your way to a cafe. At random times, Nacht even pulls you in for more kisses, though only ones on the cheek.

You can literally hear other people on the streets sigh and coo over you two at times.

By the time you two find a place with an open table and get yourselves seated, you’ve fully processed what’s going on and you’re smiling uncontrollably. To be able to act all lovey-dovey with Nacht, in public no less, was a dream come true.

A little extra bonus was seeing Nacht flush the cutest shade of pink and grin back at you despite his shyness.

“Thank you, Nacht, for going along with this,” you told him while you two waited for your order. “I get to show you off as my partner now. And it feels good.”

Nacht’s blush grows deeper.

He turns completely red in the face when you reach across the table and kiss him on the lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love,” Nacht tells you. “I hope we can do this next year.”

“And every year after,” you add.

#questions from the ask box #awesome anons #black clover #nacht faust #nacht faust x reader #x reader #black clover headcanons #nacht faust headcanons #basically a fic in headcanon form #but i felt compelled to do such #akljdshalhsruitahrht NAAAAAAAAACHT!#MY MAAAAAN!#even his valentine's day hcs have to be dramatic and a little frustrating!

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years ago

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Hiii :) could you please write how the Dimi daughters, Jill, and Ada would go about proposing to a fem!reader?

Headcanons about how Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Jill Valentine, and Ada Wong would propose to their s/o.

(Fem reader).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Bela Dimitrescu

It is extremely important to Bela that the moment is perfect. She plans the whole thing out oh so meticulously.

...And then she has to replan it all again because when it comes time to pop the question, her anxiety gets the better of her and she doesn't end up doing it.

She sets up a lovely date. Something you've mentioned wanting to do with her before, but haven't yet.

She's holding one of your hands in hers when she gets down on one knee, and she presses a kiss against your knuckles.

She has a sappy speech prepared to hammer it home just how smitten she is with you. Then, she pulls the ring out and asks you to marry her.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra proposes to you with a ring she made herself.

She doesn't know when or how exactly she wants to propose to you, she just knows that she wants to be able to call you her wife.

She carries the ring around with her until it feels like the right moment to take it out.

One evening, when you are both relaxing by one of the castle's many fireplaces, Cassandra tells you that she's been meaning to ask you something. Her voice carries the same level of casualness that it might if she were talking about the weather. Or murder.

But as she presents the ring to you, she slips into that near-awkward gruffness she'd sometimes have when she first started showing genuine interest in you.

The words she prefaces the big question with are short and simple, but meaningful.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela just barely manages to wait until your guys' anniversary to do it.

In the days leading up to the moment, she's acting more than a bit suspicious.

She also goes and tells her sisters and mother because she simply cannot keep her plan to herself. They are also being strange toward you. You have no idea what to make of any of this.

Daniela is all about big romantic gestures, so there are people around, live music going, she got you flowers, the works.

She rambles on and on about how much she loves you until she literally runs out of breath. Then, she asks you to marry you.

Jill Valentine

One morning, Jill decides to ask you some subtle questions about jewelry in an attempt to scope out ring info.

About a week passes and the both of you are about to enjoy the usual date night activities together: watching a movie while cuddling up on the couch together.

Jill is leaving the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn as you're looking through some of the flicks she rented. There's a marriage rom-com that you wouldn't think she'd ever pick out, and you comment on it.

What can she say? She's had marriage on the brain lately. More specifically, marrying you. Wanna get married?

After you (hopefully) say yes, you ask if she actually wanted to watch that movie. The answer is no.

Ada Wong

If you manage to get Ms. Ada Wong to propose to you, then you must truly be someone incredibly special to her.

She takes you out on a fancy dinner date, which certainly isn't atypical for her to do.

Something does certainly strike you as feeling different or off, but you can't quite place your finger on what. Not in a way that's worrying, either.

She takes you on a scenic little walk afterward, and stops you at a spot with a particularly lovely view to get down on one knee and says your name.

There's a simple I love you alongside the question.

#resident evil x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #jill valentine x reader #ada wong x reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #jill valentine #ada wong #resident evil 6 #resident evil 3 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #dimitrescu daughters #re 3 #re 6 #re 8 village

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feedthefandomfest · 10 months ago

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Thank you SO much for organising the Comment Bingo, I've been desperate to do one for so long aimed at commenters, and this is hitting the spot beautifully! 👌🏻 I also love that it's open-ended and that we can complete the card in the time that works for us 👍🏻 (Thanks for my First Badge, BTW ❤️)

If it's alright to offer future Bingo suggestions, I'd love to see a Bingo Card built around Tropes or common Tags? So the Bingo could be about finding fics or chapters that meet the listed Trope/Tag... for example, the very fun.... there was only one bed, enemies to lovers, "character" needs a hug, Time Travel, Fix-It, etc, etc... (with the option to switch-out squares that aren't your cup of tea 😉)

Or perhaps there could be Bingo Cards with THEMES based on Whump, Fluff, Different Types of AU's, spicy 😏🥴, or Seasonal? I'm thinking of the Bingos that Writers often do (I've frequently WISHED I could join in as a commenter). I would TOTALLY have multiple Bingos on the go to celebrate all the wonderful fics and authors I read. LOL 🤭

Anyway! Just want to say you're doing an EXCELLENT job. Keep it up! Your positive attitude is much appreciated! I love reading your supportive and encouraging posts, and seeing you share the progress of other Bingo participants is exciting \○/. You’ve given some creative commenting suggestions that will help both 'seasoned' and 'new/shy' commenters alike.

This is for you, because you're awesome!! :D

✨️🏆✨️

🥹🥹🥹😭💛 I don't even know what to say!! Thank you so much for the kind words. It's been an unexpected delight seeing this little community start to form—people liking each other's bingo posts and sort of rooting each other on. And that there are people from so many different fandoms participating and visiting the blog? You kind of forget that there are endless wonderful people out there beyond your little corner of fandom.

I absolutely LOVE these ideas—and I've been wanting to design a card that would encourage seeking out a range of different fics and hopefully uncover more of those "hidden gems" you wouldn't otherwise have come across. All of those variants would serve that goal so well.

I'm hoping to release a couple more cards this month (maybe make one of them that Fluff Card, what with Valentine's Day coming up?), so I really appreciate all the suggestions 🙏 Also thinking of switching up the badges soon!! A friend of mine has designed a few that I want to debut 👀

Thank you again—I'm so glad you're enjoying the card and the blog 🥰

#feed the fandom fest #kind words #thank you for feeding the ask box #you're the sweetest

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shadowcatzone · 2 years ago

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<3 day w venti

-pov it's valentines day ignore the fact that i'm late-

Your day started very early. You got dressed, had a quick breakfast and headed out, grabbing a basket on the way. You probably wouldn't return until around lunchtime, but that was fine. You had a few things planned for the day but none of them needed you to rush things.

You made your way past windrise to get to starsnatch cliff. Later, you would surprise your favorite bard and - hopefully - spend the day with him. But for now, you started picking cecilia flowers. You knew the flower shop would soon run out, and if you had any flowers left, you could sell them there.

When your basket became full with them, you stopped picking, instead making a flower crown. You spent quite a while working, occasionally humming or even singing. Once you were done with the flower crown, you picked up the basket, which was still half-full, and made your way back to mondstadt.

As you had expected, the girl selling flowers had ran out about an hour ago. You had picked some windwheel asters on the way back, so you sold her the flowers. Which really means you forced them on her - a normal occurrence on this specific day.

After bringing your basket home, and eating a little snack, you set out for the bard. You found him rather quickly too, after following your ears, you saw him sitting on the railing of the plaza out in front of the church.

He gathered quite the audience, people dancing in front of him while he simply enjoyed playing. While his eyes were closed, he played his lyre expertly, as expected. You quietly went up to him and sat down next to him. He didn't seem to have noticed you, and if he did, he hid it perfectly. But you weren't here to play around. Looking at the flower crown in your hands, you simply had to try. So, you started reaching for his hat, quietly, carefully, and when you almost had it-

"Don't do that now, windblume." He hadn't even opened his eyes.

So you pouted. "how do you always notice me even with your eyes closed?"

He chuckled softly, "Well, i have good ears. And somebody just mentioned you a minute ago. Wait until i finish the song, please."

Then you leaned back and looked towards the people dancing. You would also love to dance to the songs of the best bard in mondstadt, unfortunately, that would be impossible unless he split in two. After he stopped playing, another bard started. Seems like he organised himself a group this year.

After watching on for a few notes, he put away his lyre and turned his attention to you. "What is it?"

"Oh," you held up the flower crown for him to see, "i made you a flower crown!" Although you thought you saw him flinch a little, he reluctantly removed his hat and leaned forward a bit, so you put the flower crown on his head.

Then you held his face, with one hand on each side. "You are really pretty you know that? And i don't mean just average pretty, you're borderline beautiful." Upon which he sighed overly dramatical - you reacted with an eyeroll - "oh! I am hurt! Am i just a pretty face to you, windblume?" "Don't say that," now you chuckled. "You're downright angelic, venti. You really are! Looks, personality and all, my angel."

Though, he didn't seem particularly pleased with the statement, so he pouted. "Just angelic? You know, i could be more."

But you simply leaned in and whispered, "oh, i do apologize, my lord, my archon! Let me right my wrongs by emphasizing, with these people as my witnesses, how truly divine you are! Lord barba-!"

You didn't get much further, as the former had already silenced you in a kiss.

Afterwards, he looked straight into your eyes, with a hint of ire, "you're bold, aren't you? Cute little windblume... i wonder how far you're willing to take this." And you decided not to test him any further.

"E-either way, i prepared a few bottles of wine, as well as some apple pie... would you like to go on a picknic?"

Then you returned home, having decided to meet with venti about an hour later, to pack your basket with wine, apple pie and some other things. Meeting with venti at the city's gate, you went to windrise together.

And spent the rest of the day together. You listened to venti playing his lyre, he would braid dandelions into your hair, and consume a suspiciously low amount of alcohol. "I thought you'd drink more of the wine." "But i want to be sober while i spend time with you! At least, today." You chuckled at his response. He was really adorable.

After you watched the sunset together, he accompanied you home. Naturally, you would offer him to sleep in your home rather than outside, which he accepted. As you often did when he was over, you shared your bed.

But, today was slightly different. After you both were ready for the bed, he rolled over, now lying above you, his lips hovering above yours. "Oh, windblume. You didn't think that was it, did you?" He chuckled "we're just getting started."

#//fade to black bc y not #i'm eating gilbird #genshin impact #genshin venti #genshin barbatos #venti x reader #venti x oc #venti the bard #//maybe slight noncon at the end #genshin imagines

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thehistoriangirl · 2 years ago

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All the Names of You

Hi! Sorry for not finish the Valentine’s Special quite yet. I wanted to take a break from writing too much (bc writing block) so I was reading... gothic stuff. So expect some updates from my Halloween/gothic fic soon. Hopefully this week will allow me to finish Mel’s, and maybe Viktor’s too, if I’m lucky enough. For now, I hope you enjoy this drabble I made for a friend :3

Viktor x gn!Reader**--------654-------SFW

Summary: All the pet names Viktor has for you, and how he comes up with them.

Tags: Established relationship| Very fluffly| **I put gn bc Reader has no pronouns but Viktor imagines having a family with them so idk (no mention of pregnancy tho)

Taglist: @local-mr-frog

Viktor is very creative—in many ways.

If being an inventor isn’t clue enough about his ingenuity, the endearment terms he thinks of calling you are solid proof of it.

You had to admit it was hard for him, in the beginning, to stop calling you by your first name—the first time Viktor called you "my love" got him blushing so hard you thought he'd had a fever.

But as always, the first time was the harder, and soon enough he’ll just appear at your shared apartment, with the clatter of the keys tossed over the little coffee table in the middle of the living room, his cane thumping steadily with each step he took toward the studio where Viktor knew he’d find you.

While you were scribbling down notes for your work, suddenly, a pair of familiar arms would be tangled around your torso, pulling you against a soft vest that smelled like burned oil and coffee.

Your little gasp always makes him chuckle, moving the hairs around your ears as he tells you the new name he thought on his way home.

One day it would be "my angel", because when he entered, Viktor saw you napping on the couch by the window, the golden sunlight of the afternoon bathing your figure and clothes in a splendorous halo.

Then, days after, he would pass next to the little lake behind the Academy grounds and would see a dove family, with the mother being followed by its babies, the image following him home, perfectly synchronized with the foreseeable future of his own family, with you.

You were back from a traveling business, and Viktor was there at the port, looking all handsome with his black coat enveloping his lithe frame, a childish smile appearing on his pensive face when he caught a glimpse of you descending from the airship.

“My darling,” he said in a gasp, embracing you so tightly you were sure he’d make you a part of him, keeping you safe in his heart. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Your favorite is "my sunflower", not for a logical reason—if there even could be one at all—but because the day he said that to you Viktor appeared with a little bouquet of such flowers he saw from a street vendor as he was walking back to the apartment.

“They reminded me of you, my sunflower,” he muttered, showering your face in light kisses as your hands got entangled in grasping the bouquet.

There are names created specifically for public situations when Viktor doesn’t want to embarrass you in front of your colleagues—like “my darling” or “my dear”.

For those galas when he looked at the other people watching you with a cold gaze, his hand keeping a light touch in your waist, or your hip, or the crook of your elbow.

"My dearest, would you like to dance?" he said in a voice loud enough for the unwanted company to hear, for your cheeks to grow red with a flush while you nodded, hands quickly taking his.

He loves you so much, one name couldn't express it enough. Perhaps a hundred—or a thousand would be more fitting if it is even possible to put into words the vivid, joyful kind of feeling it would bloom within his chest every time he sees you, every time he hears your voice, every time you touch him.

Viktor wanted to remind you every day of how special you make him feel.

Always changing, but all of them keeping the same essence of love, the one he's convinced, it's eternal.

But his favorite has to be "my love" because you are that for him. And your face, turning back from whatever you were doing just to greet him and beam at his loving call would always melt his heart.

And speaking of which; perhaps he should call you “my heart” today.

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outeremissary · 7 months ago

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2, 10, 20, 29 for the unconventional artist asks?

Thank you for the ask! :D And apologies for the delay ^^;;

[prompt]

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

You know, I don't think about this very much! I think I had a strong preference when I was younger and less experienced, but at a point it became a lot less difficult to do things either way (and forward, haha). I guess it depends on a character's hairstyle, but in general I think I instinctively tend to draw people facing right...? Maybe.........?

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

Shirts and coats! I think it shows, haha. But really I love anything I can stuff ribbons and lace on, so I also really enjoy accessories. Although I don't like drawing shoes in general, I also actually really love drawing high heels specifically. Between Balthazar and Carmen I've just spent years drawing them and studying the one pair I own.

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

Hm, it's kind of hard to think of something... I'm going to say backgrounds! I see people complain about them a lot, but I actually love doing backgrounds even if I don't do a ton of them just because of how much time they often take. My big illustrations are often my favorite pieces to work on, and I keep cooking ideas for new ones I have yet to find the time to sit down and do... Backgrounds with a lot of natural elements are my favorite!

The other thing I really love doing that seems to surprise people sometimes is ornamental frames (heavy crossover here lmao). I actually have a piece I didn't finish in time for Valentine's Day this year that I'd like to close out some time in the not too distant (hopefully.) future that has a Really Fun frame on it.

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

Ach. I feel like this applies to so many things. I actually don't do a lot of fan art these days outside a few things and I also don't take direct stylistic inspiration from a lot of things (and it tends to be Kinda Random stuff). I guess a big one for a game I really love but can't imagine seriously doing fan art for is Tyranny. I love Tyranny, I love its visuals, I think it has a fantastic story and memorable characters, it's one of my favorite games, I can't see myself ever doing Tyranny art. I dunno what it is, I just don't really feel it!

#ask game #ask me emithing #arendaes #I have so so many golarion holidays I missed this spring that I wanted to do illustrations for. including tomorrow.#and I still want. to just. do them late.#and one day I will finish the absalom market illustration from last year I swear to god #I want to develop as an illustrator haha. I know my background skills are pretty rough but I don't mind.#love drawing'em anyway.

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jillsandwhichs · 1 month ago

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Heart on my sleeve

A Valenfield Story , Chap 4 , Bonding

Masterlist

Pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

Summary: It is now Wednesday. It has been a couple days since their jog and breakfast. Since then, they've grown closer. Today, Chris trains her in marksmanship.

WC: 3.2k

Type: SFW

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you. Art Creds is unknown so please comment if yk who made it, thanks

Art Creds: AC

The office was more upbeat today than usual. The radio set on the spare desk was playing some funky tunes, enlightening everyone's moods. People in the office seemed more chatty too but also actually did their work properly. Even Captain Wesker of all people seemed giddy. Maybe the weather, considering it isn't snowing today, is having some sort of positive effect on everyone today.

For Jill, that is the case.

She woke up bright and early and was ready to conquer the day from the beginning.

Ever since her jog with Chris, she's been a happy girl. She doesn't really know nor understand but being around Chris does something to her. It uplifts her spirits completely. There's just something about him, something that draws her to him. Chris is a great guy so far.

Currently, Jill & Chris are at their assigned desks, doing whatever boring & plain work Albert gave to them. Jill was already almost finished, she doesn't know about Chris though. He definitely tends to work a tad bit slower than her; That isn't an issue though. She just likes to talk to him a lot and when he's busy, it's hard to refrain herself but she's getting better.

Every so often, Jill would steal a glance at Chris. He is quite attractive. She really enjoys being around him. He makes work life a billion times easier.

Until she's done though, and he as well, she'll leave him be. They have work to do.

It didn't take Jill long, as she presumed.

Chris is still working though, but also making conversation. He is a much better multitasker than she is.

"Her new motorcycle is totally rad, maybe if I ever learn, she'll let me take it for a spin." "Maybe so." Jill chuckled, hearing Chris rave about Claire's new motorcycle she revamped and remodeled. So far, Jill knows quite a bit about Claire and one of the things she's aware of is the fact she's big on motorcycles. The girl can practically build them up from scratch; It is very cool.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend?" "Not necessarily-no. I was thinking about doing some book shopping, I've read literally everything on my bookshelf." "Ha, course you have. I plan on seeing that new comedy with my sister, hopefully it's good. Also, hey, you heard about the event happening not this weekend, but next?" Event? What event? "Uhm, no, I haven't. What is it?" Jill asked Chris. "Every year, the R.P.D hosts thing anniversary event. It just celebrates each year this place has been established as a Police Department." "Ah neat."

Jill heard somewhat about this.

Each year, it's this big party.

Food, drinks, dancing, meetings and more! It's hosted primarily in the main hall of the department but workers can go just about anywhere. Workers are also required to attend, it brings bad reputation if someone doesn't show up.

"What day is it and what time is it?" "It's Friday evening, starts at five and lasts til eight." "Makes sense. Cool, sounds like a plan." "Yeah." Chris replied.

Jill will definitely have to rummage through her formal wear. She doesn't own a lot. Rarely has she ever had to attend a fancy event such as this. It could be fun though, playing some dress up!

"I'll let you finish your work, Chris." "Alright but y'know I enjoy talking to you while working." He snickered. "Oh I know, but get your stuff done." Jill giggled. To pass the time, she'll finish re-reading one of her favorite books-The Shining.

She was only able to read about four chapters until she was stopped by Captain Wesker who needed to ask Chris a favour.

"So, as you know, Jill needs some training in marksmanship. She told me all about how it's something she wants to improve on and considering you're the best we've got, how about you give her some lessons?" Albert asked Chris. Chris nodded, his lips curved, "For sure. Just tell me a time." "Now. The range in the basement is already prepped." "Oh, okay. Yeah, sure. Jill, you want to right now?" You were surprised by how quickly Captain Wesker bounced into action with this.

When she initially brought her problems with firearms to Wesker, she assumed he'd train her personally or give her times to practice alone. What she didn't expect was that Chris would be the one helping her. It is a happy surprise!

You've also never been in the basement area of the department yet, you're excited to slightly be able to explore.

"Alright then, you two have til two in the afternoon, then you both better be back here." "Yes Sir." Chris then stood up, pushed his chair in and began to lead the way. Jill followed behind him, knowing he'll be able to get the two of them there.

Exiting the S.T.A.R.S office, Jill stood right beside Chris as he led the way. The hallway felt cold-Jill couldn't help but shiver. The entire Police Department has been cold lately. It is that time of year so... "Do you train in the basement often?" "Here and there. I prefer actual shooting ranges but it'll do." Jill wasn't aware of the fact Chris was such a sharp shooter. This is news to her. It's actually nice to know. Jill enjoys learning about Chris, he's great.

"Now how is it that you graduated from a Delta training course and yet, firearms are a weakness for you?" "Well, they aren't necessarily a weakness of mine. I'm good with them. My issue is-I want to improve. I wanna know different tricks and strategies. That's all." "I'll be able to help, no worries."

He is reassuring.

They both jogged down the large, wooden staircase. It's long. It always makes Jill out of breath, comically. "You'll also be able to see the dogs down in the basement. They're locked up but they're cute." "Oh I'm sure." The department has an entire unit of dogs. There are many upon many. Sometimes, while working, you can hear them barking and howling. While they are trained, they are still dogs and will be a nuisance sometimes.

Any time the two of them walked past someone, they said hi to Chris or they nodded their heads at one another.

Honestly, it makes Jill feel like she doesn't fit in. Chris knows literally everyone. She is still new though, it'll take time. At least she's had the time to bond with each S.T.A.R.S member-they are all the kindest of souls. Within time, she hopes to make more friends, especially with other women. She swears half of the workers are men and that's why the building has a musty odor sometimes...

"Is there a specific firearm you'd like to start off with?" "Definitely just a handgun of some sort, nothing too major yet." "Gotcha, I have a whole set down there that you can take a look at and decide which to use." "Awesome." It's good to know Chris is prepared.

In a way, Jill is nervous. She doesn't want to appear as a fool. She understands this is training and therefore, she won't be perfect but still, she doesn't want to make an embarassment of herself, especially in front of Chris. He is so cool. To be made a fool with him is a fear.

Walking through a wooden door, Chris held it open for her. This made Jill slightly blush. "What a gentleman." She teased. "Mm, I try." He snickered. Getting a glimpse of his jolly face, Jill couldn't help but admire him. He has this permant stoic look to him but in a way, it's also such a soft, touching gaze. She has caught onto the fact he tends to only have it when they're together but maybe that's just a coincidence.

They entered the Main Hall and had Tom check out. Here at the R.P.D, if you're headed somewhere that your unit doesn't usually attend to, the front desk lady must be told so she can file it down. In this case, two S.T.A.R.S members will be going down to the shooting station in the basement.

"Hey Brandy. Me and Jill are going down to the basement for some extra training, make sure to tab that, yeah?" "Sure thing, be back before two." That's a rule; You can only spend a certain amount of time away from your assigned role.

"Are we close to the basement?" "Yep, we just head East and near the break room, down the stairs and through the parking garage. We'll be there shortly."

Jill hasn't been to this side of the station yet.

Surprisingly, it was much cleaner. Through the blinded windows, Jill could see different men and a singular woman at work. The East office was meant for lower class officers and researchers but they still do their job well-the R.P.D wouldn't be able to run without them. Jill was just appalled by it's pristineness. Eventually, they reached the break room area and the staircase.

This area had an ominous feel to it. It was dark-gloomy. It seemed to be deserted. "Is this section used often?" "Here and there. It's mainly used by the dog keepers, they go in and out a lot." Jill nodded in response. Who knew you could feel unsafe in a Police Department.

They slowly made their way down the steps, each one creaking beneath them. It was cold in the garage, very cold. Jill felt shivers, multiple, slither down her spine. "You okay?" "Mhm, it's just a bit chilly." "I may have a jacket in my locker, you can have it." He is so kind, very thoughtful. The garage was large. It was packed to an extent, squad cars & vans scattered around the cemented establishment.

There were multiple doors on each side of the garage as well, some of them being accommodated by an electronic lock on them-very techy. "I got a key card, no worries." Chris stated. Jill followed directly behind him.

Just through the door and another, they were in the shooting range. The two of them being completely alone now. It was a bit echoey, not a lot being in the grey tinted room. The light was buzzing as well, it was quite agitating but Jill was able to ignore it well enough. It was colder in here though than it was out there. "Here." Chris grunted, opening up his locker and tossing her his black jacket-it was warm and soft. "Thanks." "Anything for you." He hummed in reply.

Jill giggled.

Slipping the jacket on, she watched as Chris began to click open a black, hard, plastic box. It looked heavy too and it was loud, the entire room being filled with the clanking of it. "What's in there?" "The best of the best handguns you could ever imagine." Chris chuckled, "They are radical." He added on. Him and his funny terms-it's cute.

"Are you really the only person who uses this place?" "Just about. I know some dude named Kevin does but I rarely ever see him." "Okay." Jill nodded, glancing at the range itself. It was set up neatly, great for training. "Ready whenever you are, by the way." "Yeah, sure. I just have a few questions first?" "Sure. Shoot." Chris took a seat on one of the metal chairs and patted the one beside him. With a giggle, Jill ambled to it and sat down, crossing one leg over the other.

"Firstly, how should we train or rather, how do you plan to train me?" "Well, I'm gonna show you the basics of the gun, some positionings with your body and more specifically your hands and I'll let you take a shot at the range itself. Deal?" "Yeah, deal." Jill smiled. That was a great set-up. She doesn't feel as timid about this all anymore either. If anything, she's pumped. The adrenaline is getting to her surely.

He pulled out an all black handgun, it looked fancy as hell. "What is that, what's it called?" "It's a Beretta, pretty basic but smooth and fast paced-perfect for you." "Ah, nice." Jill whistled as she took it from it.

In hand, it felt nice. She's picky with her weapons and this fit well. "Want to practice with this handgun first?" "Sure." They both stood up and picked out a random lane. Chris stood behind Jill and watched as she analyzed the gun. "It is loaded and the safety is one, don't worry. I assume you know how to turn the safety off?" "Yes, I do." "Good. Would've been odd if you didn't." They both had a laugh.

"Did you have another question?" "Just one more. If this training session ends well, can we do another?" Jill asked him. Chris chuckled, "Yes, we can, anything for you." Such a sweetheart.

After a minute or so of getting used to the gun and everything about it, Jill was ready. "Alright, like I said, first thing is positioning. Stand straight, arms at your side." Jill listened. She kept her finger off the trigger too. Just because it's on safety mode doesn't mean you shouldn't take extra precautions. From behind her, Chris grabbed her hips, causing Jill to breathe in deeply. The touch was unexpected but she knows he's just adjusting her. "Sorry, should've gave a warning." He snickered, squeezing her waist.

Chris kept her hips straight, his hands never leaving them. "Okay, now let me see how you hold your gun. Pretend there is somebody directly in front of you-a person of danger who must be stopped." His words painted a picture in her head; Jill did exactly what he told her to do. Chris looked at her posture and positioning. She did it well, very well. "At least you won't need help with that." He teased, admiring her grip. "Glad you think so." Jill whispered, her face fierce as she looked in front of her.

"I do want to try something though." Chris stated. Still behind her, he took his hands over hers and straightened her arms out a bit more. "How does that feel? Better or more uncomfortable?" "My comfortability doesn't necessarily matter in a life or death situation." Well, she isn't wrong. "I mean, yeah, true." Chris chuckled. "I just meant for right now, I want you feeling hyped, that's all." "I am, thanks." He brought her hands down a little lower too, just a smidget though.

Not saying a word, Chris walked over and clicked a red button. In the range itself, a target flew at Jill and sat in place.

"Show me what you got." Chris stepped aside, keeping a fair distance away for his own safety.

Jill took a deep breath and began. She knew her accuracy wouldn't be perfect. Her accuracy has always ranged above average but not amazingly. She began to shoot though. The first few bullets went near the throat of the board, then two into the head. From behind her, Jill heard Chris whistle and boy, did that boost her confidence. She aimed downwards a bit more, shooting at the abdomin, hitting greatly in that entire area. "Now that's what I like to see." Chris praised. Jill brought the gun down, putting the safety on immediately.

"How was that?" "Great, your aim is good, but I can definitely help you improve further." "Good to hear." Jill responded. She was happy with his response. Knowing he thought she was good meant so much to her. "Go again but this time, the targets will be moving?" "Already? Damn, okay." "Do you not think you're ready?" "I do, I do. I just didn't think we'd be moving that fast." "You got it, you're a very smart girl." Chris set his hand on her shoulder, earning a smile from her. "Yeah." Jill had a determined tone.

Getting into stance, Jill stood back as she was and had the gun up, safety off too. Chris jogged over to the button and clicked it but also clicked another one that caused the targets to move. "Just relax and try your best, you got this." Chris said softly, backing up and crossing his arms. Jill let out a sigh. She was going to do as best as she can whilst trying not to embarrass herself.

The first couple shots were a bit more on the uneven side, hitting the neck line and in random chest spots. It was hard, truly, but this is what you have to train for when working in this field. Jill did this exact course when training for the Delta Force. She's still so appalled by the fact she graduated it-she's truly skilled.

She actually got a few headshots and one in the heart-she was improving by the second.

"Just a few more." Chris shouted over the sound of gunshots and the targets flying around. Jill heard him though and was eager to finish up this set to possibly start another one.

The last target was perfect-right in the brain. She did well but there's always room for improvement and that's why she is here. All of the loud noise dissipated and Jill turned the safety on the Beretta, setting it down on the counter. "Nicely done, you did great." "Thank you. Any possible tips?" "Just one. Make sure you don't look around everywhere. I know multiple boards moving at once can be stressful but you can't get distracted-focus is key." "Got it." "Atta girl." Chris smirked, picking up the gun and putting it back in the case.

Jill crossed her arms and admired the little range. It was cozy, in a way? Maybe that is just because she's alone in here with Chris. Jill sat down on the metal chair again, her leg tossed over the other as she let out a huff. "Everything alright?" "Yeah! Of course! My ears a ringing a little." She chuckled. "Ah, yeah. Next time I'll give you proper muffs and glasses, I totally forgot." Chris laughed, sitting beside her.

The two sat in silence momentarily. Jill felt at peace, hopefully Chris too.

"Thank you for training me." "Yeah, yeah, anytime." Chris nodded, leaning back a bit. "I just really appreciate it." Jill expressed. "Anything for you." "You always say that." Jill tittered, gazing at him. "Yeah well, I mean it. You deserve anything you desire." That made Jill feel all warm on the inside. "I do?" "Mhm, you do." Chris hummed. That meant a lot. To Jill, she often feels worthless and undeserving of really anything. To know Chris feels differently and views her as a positive asset, it means so much.

It felt a bit awkward after that exchange. It feels like there is some unsolved tension between them. Not bad tension necessarily, moreso words that haven't been said yet. Jill hopes it goes away soon.

"What do you say we go for another round?" "Oh definitely, I wanna practice as much as I can." "Good."

Chris stood up and got out a different handgun.

"Here." He handed it to her.

"Let's get to it."

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