#I heard really good things about Saw X so at least I'm excited for that

[hallowed-delights]

The new Exorcist sucked ASSSSS

[spiderb00bs]

- Faith In Me

Anora x (g!p) reader 

“You thought you and Anora were living an impossible romance, but someone always has to get in the way of the fairy tale.” 

Genre – Smut      Warnings –  unprotected sex, mutual masturbation 

(request) 

Now playing –  Again, by Noah Cyrus, XXXTENTATION

Working in a law firm was like a dream at first, having your own money and being able to work all day in front of a computer seemed incredible. You saw that things didn't work out like that later on, you certainly weren't complaining about the good life your job gave you, but every now and then tiredness always took over. Fortunately, you always had friends to share your happiness, frustrations and achievements with.   

Ted was your closest friend at work, you always went out together for lunch and drinks after work, he was what you would call a good friend. He was always there when you needed him and always helped you with your work, and even though he was a bit too free-spirited, you could never say no to an adventure with him.   

“A strip club? Dude, are you serious?" you hurried through the building, late for an important meeting with your clients.   

“Bro, trust me! You need to relax a bit and this is definitely the right place.” He said, Ted was on your tail, talking about how you should have some fun after work.   

“I don't know.” Passing your coworker's desk, you greeted her with a smile, which made the woman blush and reciprocate with a 'good morning'.   

“Come on, Yn. When was the last time you really had fun?” Opening your mouth to answer, you were immediately cut off by Ted again. “No, building legos while watching all the Spiderman movies is not fun.”  

Rushing forward, Ted stopped in front of you, putting his hands on your shoulders, making you stop walking. “I'm talking about real fun, when was the last time you had sex?”   

 “That's none of your business!” You say, pushing Ted aside and putting your hand on the door handle where the meeting was probably already taking place.   

“Come on Yn...”  

Sighing, you let your tense shoulders relax, looking over your shoulder at the blond man with the brown eyes. “You're an idiot.”   

“You won't regret it!” It was the last thing you heard before closing the door in his face and facing your meeting.   

The bright lights made your eyes hurt a little, but Ted's excited jumping next to you distracted you from the slight pain. The club was very well decorated, there were half-naked girls walking up and down and the space itself was very cool.   

Despite the countless girls laughing and chatting around, the only thing that caught your attention was the bar, making your throat dry up almost instantly. Leaning on the counter, you asked the barman for a beer, unbuttoning the top two buttons of your shirt before looking around once more.   

“Oh my God! This is all so cool!” Ted said excitedly, watching the girls walk past, winking at them and looking as excited as anyone else there. “Do you see how many beautiful women there are here? Man, this is awesome!”   

Shaking your head, you took a sip of your beer, nodding in agreement as you let the cold liquid run down your throat. “It's a pretty place”  

“ Pretty? The women are pretty, the place is at least okay.” Ted said, coming up to you and asking the barman for a shot.   

Taking the beer from your lips and placing it on the counter, Ted put his hands on your cheeks, slapping you twice and making you jump in your seat.   

“What the fuck? Are you crazy?”   

“Listen here! You're going to have fun, pick up a girl and have a private dance. Do you hear me?”   

“Did someone say they want a dance?”   

Hearing the voice, your head turned, Ted following the movement, only to see a beautiful brunette standing next to you. The woman had skin so white it looked like porcelain, her eyes were enchanting, and she was blowing smoke out of her lips, which were showing one of the most beautiful smiles you'd ever seen.   

Tapping you on the chest, Ted smiled at you, then left for another part of the club, while you stood there uncomfortably next to the most beautiful stranger in the world.   

Laughing slightly, the woman approached you, taking the seat that the blonde had previously occupied. “So, cutie, what's your name?” The woman asked.   

“Yn.”   

“Okay, Yn. I'm Ani.” She said, moving closer to you, coming face to face with a look that could melt you to pieces. “Do you really want a dance, or did your friend make you come here?”   

Raising her hand, Ani began lazily fiddling with your hair, combing it back with her fingers. Her big nails made you want to moan with satisfaction.  

“It's my first time here...” Her head tilted to the right, just waiting for you to continue, but the look in her eyes made you want to drop to your knees. “I just came for a drink, but...”   

Smiling at you, Ani moved a little closer, taking your hand in hers without taking her eyes off yours. “Now you kind of want a dance, don't you?”   

Her hips seemed to have a life of their own, swaying majestically on top of you. You wanted to grab Ani's hips, to take control just to feel powerful, but you couldn't deny that you also loved the way she looked when she was on top of you.   

“Are you enjoying that, pretty girl?” Her smile made your heart skip beats, and that felt strangely good.   

Your dick was starting to come alive in your pants, and as much as you didn't want it to, it was kind of inevitable. With so much work, you didn't have time to build up any romantic attachments, and it was never really your thing to go to bed with someone you'd only just met. So put that together with the fact that Ani's hips were the eighth wonder of the world, and it was inevitable that your little friend wouldn't show any signs of life.   

Rubbing herself harder against you, Ani put her hands on your neck, biting her lower lip as she looked into your face. “You come with a nice little surprise, don't you?”   

Shaking your head, you gripped the armchair you were sitting on tighter, your knuckles turning white with the force you applied. “Is that a problem for you?” Ani could sense the slight tone of desperation in your voice  

Reassuring you as quickly as possible, the brunette shook her head with a smile. “I think you're going to make me fall in love.”   

Before you knew it, Ani's lips were glued to yours, the kiss was a little messy, but you could clearly feel her soft lips, the taste of strawberries and alcohol on her tongue made you feel dizzy. Inevitably, your hands ended up on her hips, as you had wanted from the start.   

“Can we do this?” You asked between kisses. You had never known that you could kiss girls who worked in clubs, even if you were paying for a dance.   

“Not technically...” Ani said, looking at you with those mesmerizing eyes before giving you a smile. “But I liked you...” stroking your hair and moving her hips slowly over your bulge, Ani continued: ”Did you like me too?”   

Shaking your head positively, you grabbed her ass, pulling Ani back into a thirsty kiss. 

Things went well, hell, things were going very well. You went back to HQ a few times, just to see Ani. You ended up getting her number weeks later, which only brought you closer and closer together. Now you were going out together on Ani's days off, having dinner in nice restaurants - which Ani was sure she would never go to alone - and walking down the street holding hands like teenagers in love, dropping her off at home after her shift at the club and making phone calls to talk about the smallest things on your minds, you even found out that Ani's real name is Anora.   

 -- 

“So I'd rather people didn't call me by my name.” Ani finishes explaining, sitting on your lap in one of the club's private dance booths.  

By this point, you weren't even interested in the dances anymore, just paying to hear Ani speak. You loved the way she rambled on about everything while playing with your hair or comparing the size of your hands. It was all very comfortable and you both loved it.   

“But you tell everyone your name is Ani...” Seeing your confused countenance, Ani tilts her head to the right, a sarcastic look passes through her eyes before the brunette starts laughing, making you laugh along, even if confused.   

“I thought lawyers were smarter.” Ani says, leaning in and leaving a kiss on your lips, hearing you let out a small “ HEY!” at what she said. “My name is Anora.”  

“Anora.”   

You tested the name on your lips, savoring the sensation of discovering more about the woman on top of you. Ani never really liked people who weren't her family calling her by her real name, but something about the way you said it, the tone of your voice when you said her name, made her shiver. Maybe she didn't hate it when you called her by her real name, at least not the way she does when others call her.   

-- 

The important thing is that things were going well, and after a hectic day at work, you couldn't wait to see Ani again.   

When you arrived at the club, things seemed different, the lights seemed less bright and something seemed wrong, even if you had no idea what. It was only when you got deeper into the place that you saw, now you knew why things were grayer, the world was preparing you for this.   

You didn't know who the boy was, but you certainly wanted to break his face. In the middle of everyone, Ani's lips were on his, his hands on her hips, aggressively pulling her close, a stark contrast to how you put your hands there. Ani's hands were on his neck, and it honestly felt very different from anything you'd ever experienced.   

It was aggressive, fast, amateurish, without passion, without love.   

Turning around, you started walking towards the exit. Was it all a lie? Did Ani do this with anyone, just for the money? You didn't want to think like that, you didn't know Ani like that, Ani was never like that, Anora wasn't like that.   

“Where are you going in such a hurry, sweetie?” Making you stop your hurried steps, the woman in front of you put her hand on your chest, making you jump back slightly.   

You knew her name was Diamond, you'd heard Ani complain about her being a pain in the ass once or twice.  

“Just because Ani's busy doesn't mean you can't have fun with someone else, someone better than her...” Approaching you, Diamond grabbed your hands, making you hold onto her waist while she put her hands on your neck.   

Nodding your head, you broke away from the woman, not having the patience or sanity for this shit right now. Leaving the woman behind, you left the club. You thought things would be different, but it was business as usual, just you putting expectations on impossible things. 

Hey, I didn't see u this week  are you okay? 

I have a day off, wanna hang? 

I saw Ted today   he pretty much ran away when he saw me   What's going on w u? 

It's okay if you're busy but why are you ignoring me???

Anora stared at the phone screen, wondering why you hadn't replied, even after so many months.  

Things weren't going well for Ani, after a month, she stopped messaging you, seeing that you didn't reply, she focused on something else, or rather, someone else.   

Vanya seemed like a dream at first, he was charming, funny, had a lot of money, and Ani ended up getting carried away. She didn't fully understand why she did it, she thought that maybe, if you had replied to her messages, she wouldn't have taken things seriously with that Russian boy. She wouldn't have allowed herself to like him, she wouldn't have allowed herself to marry him, fuck, she wouldn't have allowed him to make her life a living hell.   

Ani didn't know where you were, when she went back to work at the club, she thought she'd see you occasionally, but things weren't like that. She never heard from you again, she didn't know where you lived or where you worked, she only knew that you were a lawyer, but that was it. She always looked at the photos she had on her phone when she was down, the photos she took when the two of you went on dates, or a photo of you standing in front of her house after dropping her off, or simply a photo of your hand holding hers as the two of you walked down the sidewalk.   

Anora always loved how you never tried to hide her from anyone, how you were always proud to walk with her by your side and take her to fancy places even if those mean people judged her for the clothes she wore. Anora loved that, Anora loves you, and the thought of how quickly things ended, without her even being able to tell you, makes her chest ache.   

“Get over it.” Diamond's annoying voice rang in Ani's ears, giving the woman sitting in the rest room a fright.   

“Jezz! Get a bell, don't you ever let people know when you're coming?” Ani says, the annoyed look on her face not making Diamond move an inch.   

“You know, you should get over her. One failed marriage at a time, right?!”   

Rising from her chair, Ani advanced on Diamond, frustrated enough that any comment would be enough to set her off. “Repeat what you said, you slut, I dare you!”  

The surrounding girls watched without getting involved, they certainly didn't want to be among Ani and Diamond's bloody war.   

“I'm just saying that you've already lost her. She even tried something better than you while you were gone.”  

Ani's eyes filled with fury, anger bubbling up inside her body. How could you? You had sex with Diamond? Did you just look for another woman to replace her as soon as she left?   

Stomping her feet, Ani hurried towards the exit, unable to spend another minute in Diamond's presence without punching her. Passing all those disgusting, stupified men, Ani bumped her body hard into someone's. When she looked up, she could see that someone was there. When she looked up, she could see the stupid blond hair she knew well. Ted.  

In one swift movement, Ani pushed the tall man hard into the nearest wall, trapping the blond boy, who was now slightly wide-eyed. “Where does Yn work?”   

“I can't-”   

Cutting him off, Ani resorted to violence. Ted's body froze completely as he felt Ani's knee collide with his lower body, and he fell to his knees and groaned in pain against the corner of the club wall.  

“WHERE DOES SHE WORK?”   

“Upper West Side!” The poor man said, holding back the tears in his eyes.   

“Is she still there?” Ani asked, even though she knew it was seven in the evening, the brunette also knew you were a workaholic, so she tested the waters.   

“Yeah, she's staying late tonight, dammit!”  

Grabbing a napkin from the drinks counter, Ani asked the bartender for a pen, throwing the objects at Ted. “Write down the address. And you'll pay for my Uber.”  

After almost an hour in the car, Anora finally arrived at the building where you work, not interested in the stares she would receive for only wearing a very short dress and pretty heels. She entered the building without looking back, the reception quiet, probably because of the time of day.   

Approaching in strides, Ani leaned on the counter cheekily. “I want to speak to Yn Russel.”   

The receptionist looked her up and down, judging the inappropriate dress, the bright make-up, the exaggeratedly high heels and the points of light in Ani's hair. Unfazed, Ani looked at her expectantly, as if wondering if she had heard what she had said.   

“You know what, forget it. I'll find her myself!”   

Heading for the elevator, Ani heard the receptionist's protests, saying something about not being allowed in without permission. Anora didn't care, she wanted to see Yn and she wanted to see her now!  

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Ani clashed head-on with a tall woman. The woman she was looking for. 

"Anora?" you asked, surprised to see the woman after so long.  

"YOU STUPID BITCH!" Without giving you time to protect yourself, Anora began to slap you, making you walk backwards until you touched the wall of the elevator.  

You tried to cover yourself, using your document folder as a shield, but the slaps from the shorter woman seemed to hit all the right spots.  

"STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Dropping the bag on the floor, you tried to dodge Anora, finally managing to hold her wrists in place and immobilize the woman. 

 "YOU FUCKED DIAMOND!" Trying to free herself from your grip, Anora kicked and writhed.  

By this time, the secretary was just standing outside the elevator, looking at the scene with a shocked expression and making sure the automatic doors wouldn't close.  

"What?" You asked softly, while Anora was still struggling in your plight. Losing your temper, you wanted to understand what was really happening, and that wasn't going to happen if Ani continued with her small attack.  

"ANORA!" 

 When you screamed, Ani shuddered, stopping moving immediately, staring at you panting and angry. "We need to talk." 

The car was extremely quiet, at that moment, it was as if only you and Ani existed in the world, the empty parking lot you parked not doing much to change your thinking. It was almost ten o'clock at night, the place was half dark, but nothing compared to the darkness that was Anora by your side, the question mark, the doubt of the century.    "So..." With a sigh, you started not being able to say anything else when Ani took the lead.    "Why did you disappear?" Anora had her head down, as if the floor of your car was the most interesting thing in the world.    "I was busy-" 

"Cut that off, Yn. Too busy to answer a message? I sent you all the messages possible, and you didn't answer any!" Anora spoke, turning her head and body towards you, she had unbuckled her belt a while ago, and you couldn't lie in saying that you weren't scared that she would slap you again.    "I thought you were too busy with the white boy to miss me." You said. The bitterness in your voice made Anora want to step back a bit.    "Wait a minute... Vanya, are you talking about him?" Anora asked, her brows furrowed in confusion and disgust that she was remembering that idiot.    With no response, Ani could see the jealousy showing through her face, making her laugh and lean back in the passenger seat. "Oh my god, you were jealous of Vanya." 

Despite all the mess Ani managed to get into in the last few months, knowing that you were jealous of her was a huge relief, as it meant that she was not alone, you also felt something for her, something beyond the carnal.    "I'm not jealous!" You said, crossing your arms like a spoiled child who hadn't gotten the candy she wanted.    "You know the funniest thing, I didn't really like Vanya, and if you had answered my messages and not been an idiot, I wouldn't have had anything to do with him." Looking in the direction of the window, Ani wiped the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.    "What happened? You know, between you both..." 

"I married him, and then I separated in less than a month." Her tone made you worried, the sarcastic giggle, the denial with your head, the disgust in her voice, everything made you feel bad. "I had the worst months of my life and I regretted every second of that shit." Turning her head to you, Ani let you see her sensitive side, the tears that stained her eyes.    "Nora..."    "It's not your fault. I was just desperate to get out of where I was, I ended up rushing in."    Placing your hands on Ani's cheeks, you wiped away her tears, kissing her salty cheeks right after. "No, I have a little guilt too. I should have told you how I felt from the beginning." You said, leaning your forehead against hers. 

"I love you, Anora. From the day I saw you, I felt better with you, a better version of myself." Anora's eyes were glued to yours, occasionally stealing glances to your mouth. "I don't want to lose you ever again."    As soon as you finished the sentence, Anora's lips glued to yours, a calm and tender kiss, sharing the unspoken feelings and the time they were apart. Your hands went to Anora's waist, like in the old days, the brunette's hands reaching for your hair, that feeling of love and lightness that she never felt with Vanya.    In a clumsy movement, Ani quickly sat on your lap. With agility, you pulled your seat back, more space freed up for Ani to be comfortable. The woman's hands going against your pants, unbuttoning the button and opening the zipper, and then, BOOM! 

"Wait!" Looking at her expectantly, you waited for what she was going to say, only for her to grab your cock through the fabric of your boxer shorts. "Did you have sex with Diamond?"    Opening your mouth, you couldn't say a word if you want, the squeeze Ani had on your cock was making you lose your breath, and Ani saw your face turn red before her eyes.    "Nora, this is hurting..." You spoke in a thread of voice, just making the woman squeeze your private area harder. "NO! I SWEAR I DIDN'T HAVE SEX WITH HER."    "Then why did she say yes?" 

"SHE TRIED, THE DAY I SAW YOU AND VANYA KISSING, BUT I PUSHED HER AWAY. I SWEAR!"    Seeing the sincerity and desperation in your eyes, Ani let go of your cock, making you gasp in pain and relax your shoulders on the leather bench. Coming close to your ear just to let her warm breath tease you. "I believe in you, but don't go near her again."    Shaking her head positively, you saw Anora smile contentedly, only to kiss your cheek and grab your cock again, gently this time. "Let me take care of you, baby girl." 

Freeing your cock from the fabrics that bound it, Ani spat on her hand, before quickly grabbing your cock again. Spreading her saliva well, she started masturbating you with slow movements, making your friend start to get excited again.    "Damn Nora, I missed you so much." You say, putting your hand under her dress, putting her panties aside in one quick motion and starting to make slow movements on her clit.    The moans you two let out echoed through the car, the heavy breathing of both of you fogging up the car windows, making it difficult for anyone to see what was happening inside, but not stopping them from imagining. Luckily, you knew that there would rarely be anyone around this time, and even if it was dangerous, you couldn't think much of it with Anora on top of you.    "Baby, I want you inside me." Anora said, starting to settle on your lap. 

Your hands were on her hips, helping her find a position where she was comfortable. When Anora finally grabbed your cock, she lined up the tip with her pussy, impaling herself more and more with your length. Your moans echoed together, and the brunette kissed your lips to feel even more intimate with you.    "Fuck baby, you're so hot when you take my cock like that." You say, making Anora wrap her arms around your neck, throwing her hair to the left side and starting to bounce on your cock.    The contact was perfect, skin to skin, the souls of the two of you connected, it was everything you two ever wanted. Anora's moans echoed through the car, the movements of her hips doing wonders for you, as your cock reached all the right places inside her. 

Kissing you, Ani felt your big hands grab her ass, lifting it a little before starting to hit her relentlessly. Anora's eyes rolled, and her nails slid with a pleasurable pain down your back.    "FUCK, BABY!" Anora screamed, piercing her nails on your back while you continued, practically, piercing her uterus. "I'M GONNA CUM."    Going faster, you held Ani closer. Your body was sweaty, and you could feel your balls weighing down as you buried yourself deeper and deeper into the brunette, and then in one swift motion, you felt Ani's pussy tighten your entire length, making you slow down but continue with the deep thrusts.    "Fuck baby, you're so beautiful." You said, brushing Anora's hair from her face and kissing her cheeks as she trembled on top of you, having the strongest orgasm she's ever had in her life. "Oh, I'm gonna cum too."

Unable to speak, Anora shook her head in confirmation, moaning when she felt you lift off you with the strength of your biceps, making your cock come out of her. Putting Ani back in your lap, you grabbed your cock, masturbating until your cum stained Ani's abs.    "Fuck..." You moaned as you tried to extract every last drop of cum possible.    Yah, fuck. I really love you." Anora said, grabbing your cheek and kissing your lips passionately. 

"I love you too, Nora." 

Hi guys, what's up?

man, I'm SO tired, seriously, college is killing me. 

Luckily I don't have classes this week, so I'm here writing to you. 

Drink water, stay safe 

xoxo, spider.

[lizzyk137]

It's A Date- A Spencer Reid Fanfiction (Spencer X Reader)

Description: Spencer does not want to go to the BAU picnic but goes because he has a crush on you and suddenly Spencer is good a baseball which shocks everyone. Warning: None, just pure fluff

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Two minutes.

Just two more minutes.

Only two more minutes until the entire team could leave for a fun filled afternoon together without the worry of trying to catch a serial killer.

Hotch could see how restless the team was after having five back-to-back cases with no break and too much paperwork. So, he set some time aside for a small break for the team to relax and have some fun. A picnic at the park with some team friendly games.

You were excited, ecstatic even, about being able to enjoy an afternoon in the sun and just relax. Everyone was bringing a dish to share and even though you weren't great at sports, you were excited to play a few games with everyone.

The clocked chimed as it hit three o'clock and everyone cheered, quickly grabbing their already packed items before heading out the door, Hotch reminding everyone to meet at the park at four and to remember their food dish. You looked around smiling as everyone hurried to the door before stepping inside and turning to face the front as you saw Spencer, your best friend and long-time crush, dragging his feet as he made his way to the elevator.

Morgan and Emily called out to him to pick up the pace, as Hotch pushed the open-door button to keep the elevator from moving. Spencer finally stepped inside, chest to chest with you, a fake smile placed on his face. You knew he wasn't thrilled to be going, that he would rather go home and read or visit the outdoor theatre to watch an old film. You finally convinced him to go that it would be fun to try new things, him reminding you that playing any sport wasn't new or fun to him, the memories of gym classes still haunting his mind.

You had just patted his back reminding him that the team were not his old classmates and trying to play something without dreading it was something new to him. He just shrugged and agreed to go after you flashed him your puppy dog eyes, a look he could never say no to.

The park was right by your house, so you decided to walk over, seeing almost everyone was already there and helped set up the picnic table full of food with Penelope and JJ. It felt nice to chat openly with everyone about life and pure silliness without having to worry about keeping it short between solving a case. Everyone was sitting down to eat when you realized someone was missing. Spencer.

You reached for your phone when you heard his voice behind you. "I know I'm late, I'm sorry." You looked up at him from your spot on the grass with a smile, taking in his work clothes that he was still wearing.

"I'm glad you could make it! I saved you a spot." You patted the spot next to you and he sat down next to you before you bumped your shoulder with his. "Are you ready for a fun night?"

He sighed before stealing a chip off your plate. "Honestly, not really."

You gave a sad smile and offered your plate to him to pick off of. "At least try to keep an open mind to it." He just hummed his response and took half of your sandwich, laying his head down on your lap for you to play with his hair.

----

You were playing baseball with everyone, Spencer still seated on the grass, reading a book with occasional peek up at you. He wasn't excited to play baseball but he enjoyed watching you get excited, your laugh echoing through the air, your smile bright. He loved it when you were happy, your smile always getting lost in the gore of your job. He noticed you looking at him, worry buried between your brows, and he knew you were worried about him not joining in. An hour into the game, he sighed and set his book down then made his way over to you in the makeshift dug out area.

He poked your shoulder, something he always did to let you know he was there when he came up behind you. "Are you joining?" A hopeful look on your face when you asked. He nodded and gave you a small smile. He didn't want to join but he just couldn't say no to you.

It was your turn to bat, and you struck out every time, a playful pout on your lips as you shuffled back to him, resting your head on his arm upset you didn't hit the ball as he patted your back. JJ was up to base and she hit one pitch, making it to first base, making it Spencer's turn next.

He stepped up to base, Morgan smirking at the pitcher's spot, a knowing look on his face. An easy three throws and Spencer would be out, his team a step closer to winning. Spencer got into his stance, Morgan throwing the ball at lightning speed and the clunking sound filled the air as the ball flew through the air way past Hotch who was out in the far field.

You screamed with the rest of your team as Spencer sprinted toward first and second base, a quick glance to the out field as he saw Hotch grab the ball, and he made a rash decision to keep going, pushing JJ out of third base and forcing her to head toward the home base with him as the ball zoomed through the air towards home base, JJ and Spencer narrowly making it.

Silence filled the air for a second, everyone dumbfounded on how Spencer got a home run on his first try, before Penelope and you erupted into cheers as you ran up to Spencer jumping up into his arms, him easily catching you, a laugh easily released from his throat as he spun your around.

The next hour was filled with laughter, smiles and cheers as the game went on, Spencer helping you with your stance, helping you get to third base. You had never seen Spencer so carefree, and it took everyone by surprise, earning a lecture on physics in how you can easily figure out the speed in which you need to hit the ball in order to get a good hit in.

The night was closing in and everyone decided on a quick game of soccer, something Spencer couldn't figure out with his brain but you pulled him over to your team, your hand fitting perfectly into his. The game quickly began and you laughed at how Spencer tried to recreate the fancy tricks Morgan and yourself were pulling, earning a few grass stains on his white dress shirt. Your team somehow won and Spencer pulled you into a hug after you scored the winning point, something you weren't expecting.

Both of you helped clean up and everyone was leaving with the promise to have another night out next week from Hotch, when you were asked a question you didn't think Spencer would ask.

"Can you teach me how to play before next week?"

You turned around, confusion on your face. "Um, why? I thought you didn't like playing sports?"

"I-I don't but you like playing, and I didn't have enough time to watch soccer games before I came to impress you." His voice just a whisper.

You chuckled, your face heating up. "I can teach you, but was that why you were late?"

"Yeah- I, um, watched some baseball games to figure out what to do." Spencer squeaked out as you walked up to him a teasing smirk on your lips.

"Well, it was certainly impressive." Spencer eyes grew big.

"It-it was?"

"Mhm, it was." You stopped a few inches from him and looked up at his chocolate coloured eyes. "So, are you going to walk me home?"

The smile on Spencer's face grew and he laced his hand in yours, like he's done it hundreds of times before, and pulled you close as you walked out of the park.

You were almost to your apartment complex, the silence comforting and your hands still intwined. "I think I'll need lots of lessons with you."

"Lessons in what?" You teased, a smirk on your lips as you poked his cheek. His cheeks turned a bright red along with the tips of his ears as he shook his head.

"I-I meant with soccer, Y/N."

You pouted your lips playfully. "Boo, I thought you were talking about something else."

He abruptly stopped and turn to you. "I didn't think you'd want to do that. Not saying you could not want it but we're friends so I-I didn't think that you'd want to further our friendship, especially with me, would be possible. I was talking about soccer, because you seemed so good at it and I fell quite a few times, but if you do want to do want physical relations, I-I'll try my best to-." His rant silenced by your lips on his.

You pulled away after a few seconds, Spencer body still, his eyes large as he watched you look up at him a big smile lighting up your face. "I've been wanting to kiss you for years." Your cheeks flushed pink, and Spencer could feel his heart clench at how adorable you were. "Saturday, pick me up at three, it'll be a date."

Untangling your hands, you made your way to your complex's doors with a smile on your face, your cheeks warm, embarrassed that you just shut him up with a kiss.

"Y/N!" You turned around to the sound of your name to see Spencer running up to you. One of his arm's circling your waist, pulling you closer to him as his other hand tilted your head up as he cupped your cheek before he brought his lips to yours for a sweet kiss that left you breathless. He pulled away, a devious smile on his handsome face, he gave a small peck to your lips again. "It's a date."

[arietem]

sunset skies, bonfire nights

summary: you and jj have a will-they-won't-they thing going on for the last year. you are ready to take things to the next level on the first bonfire party of the summer. it's about to be steamy

jj maybank x fem!reader

ꕤ friends to lovers, smut, piv, unprotected sex on the beach (oops), sex in public ꕤ

You were slowly losing your mind, rampaging through your closet, looking for something to wear for the bonfire tonight. It was the first party of the summer and the night when you would finally make your move. You physically couldn't hold back anymore, and even if nothing came from it, you would at least know you tried. Either way, you just needed to wear something that you would feel a million dollars in (plus, something that would make your blondie feral).

Your plan for tonight was to look sexy as hell, have the best time ever, and possibly have some action in the Twinkie on the way back to the Chateau. (No, the rest of the gang being there will not deter you, you can be quiet when needed). Sounds like a good plan, right?

After what felt like fucking forever, your eye caught a sparkly silver bikini top stuffed in the back of your closet, still with the tags on. You bought it some time ago, but left it untouched since it was a little tight on you, pushing up your boobs, threatening to spill them out of the garment. You usually wouldn't go for something so impractical while on the beach, but, well, isn't tonight the perfect occasion for accentuating your girls a little bit? Finally, you decided on a high-waisted denim skirt and the bikini top, with cute flip-flops on your feet. You left your hair to dry naturally, with beachy waves ready for someone's fingers to go through them.

Since the beach was not far from your house, you decided to walk there, giving you ample time to prepare yourself for the quest ahead. Ever since you moved to this place a year ago, you have been playing this seemingly never-ending game of push and pull with JJ, which has honestly left you frustrated and ready to get to the next level. Sure, you hooked up with other guys in the meantime, but they hadn't been able to hit that spot (literally and figuratively). And yes, you've seen JJ with other girls, but come on, he had to feel this sizzling tension between you two.

When you got closer to the beach, you could see that the party had already started, and a pretty big crowd was gathering. Excitement bubbled in your stomach, giving you a good feeling for tonight. "Babe!" You turned around when you heard your name, spotting Sarah walking towards you. "OMG, you look incredible!"

"Hi, Sare! So do you!" You pulled her in for a big hug. If Sarah was here, John B was not too far from her, and if John B was here, that meant JJ must have been somewhere close too. "But do you really think so? I haven't worn this top yet. Isn't it kinda too much?"

"God, no, it's perfect", she wiggled her eyebrows. "I'm so glad you're here! Kie is somewhere having fun with some Touron, and I need some girl power with me here." She nodded her head over your shoulder, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. You turned to see what she was referring to and saw exactly who you expected to, John B and JJ, of course. JJ was doing a handstand over the keg, with JB holding his legs. Typical boy shit.

"Why are they such boys?" You rolled your eyes too, but in reality, you didn't mind that they were having fun, you knew how hard their lives could be. You took Sarah by the hand and walked in the boys' direction, not wasting any time. You reached them just as JJ was wiping his mouth on his hand, a proud look on his face. Guess he was the keg king for the night.

"You done yet?" You made sure he could hear the playful tone in your voice and waited for him to look your way.

"Just getting start-" Yeah, he saw you, alright. "Whoa!" Seeing his reaction to your outfit boosted your confidence in the direction this night could go in. His breath hitched, and his blue eyes sparkled while he looked you up and down. Yeah, you couldn't lie, you were drinking in his attention, loving the butterflies his gaze unleashed in your stomach. You purposefully fingered your necklace, dragging his eyes to your cleavage again, not that he needed that push anyways.

"So, we're gonna get something to drink that is not a beer. Have fun, you guys!" Sarah wiggled her fingers in a goodbye and winked at you, dragging John B towards the coolers. You gave yourself a split second to sigh in her direction before turning towards JJ once again. This is what you wanted, and you were not going to chicken out this time.

When you turned around, JJ quickly looked up at your face. You narrowed your eyes, knowing what he was checking out. "You like what you see?" You could also be cocky when you needed to be. Why should he have all the fun? Remember, the goal for tonight was to have fun together.

"Oh, I like it very much." JJ smiled, and his delicious dimple came into focus. You wanted to lick it and trace his jaw with your teeth. It was getting harder and harder for you to contain yourself. It had to be now or never, baby.

"Come on, JJ, I gotta show you something." You grabbed his wrist and started heading towards a quieter part of the beach, further away from the fire. There, you could tell him what was on your mind and hopefully do something about it. "Someone's impatient today, huh?"

You ignored his muttering behind you and led you two to a tree you could mostly hide behind. "Soo, what did you want to show me?"

"Who's impatient now?" You couldn't help but tease him just a little bit. Still, he was right, you were impatient, which is why you crashed your lips to his, not letting him say anything else. At first, he was frozen, taken aback by your advance, but then…then he woke up and grabbed the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. His other hand wrapped around your lower back, playing with the strap of your top.

After what felt like a long time of heated making out, you gasped and broke apart. He put his hands on your shoulders, towering over you. "That was…intense", he chuckled and nudged your chin up with his fingers.

You felt drunk, unable to find your words for a few moments. Intense was the right word, and you needed more of it. "Please, JJ, less talking and more whatever this is." You hooked your pointer finger in his shark tooth necklace and brought him closer again, leaning back on the tree.

This time, his hands wandered under your skirt, where the real surprise awaited him. You could tell the moment he discovered you weren't wearing any underwear. He let out the hottest whimper and pressed himself harder into you. It was impossible to ignore the bulge in the front of his cargo shorts, but when you reached for his belt buckle, he stopped you.

"Are you sure?", JJ whispered in your ear, nibbling slightly. "I was sure for literally this whole year, I just didn't know if you wanted it." You gasped slightly when he blew cold air on the wet spot on your neck.

"Fuck, I wanted to do this forever." He turned you over so you were now facing the tree, hitching your skirt up, giving you a little slap on your ass. God, he was turning you on so hard. You bent a bit so you could graze the tent in his pants. The belt unbuckling and zipper sliding down sounded so loud in the night, but you knew nobody could actually hear you over the music and laughter. Still, you loved to hear it, and it was making you even wetter, if that was possible.

JJ lined himself up with your slit, gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling slightly and making your back arch. You can hear him moan when he enters you and starts pounding, slowly at first and then faster and faster. Both of you are on a high right now, messy and sweaty, skin on skin slapping in the dark night, only the glow of the fire in the distance.

You can feel your core tightening, a sure sign that you are close to the finish line. "JJ, I'm so clo-o-se", you panted out, reaching behind you to grab his thigh. At that, JJ pulled the string on your bikini, making it unravel from your back. With his free hand, he pinched your nipple. The zap you felt when he did that was the last straw. You clenched around him and cried out when your release hit you.

JJ let go of your hair and grabbed your hips, bottoming out inside you. A few more thrusts and you could hear his grunts, "fuuuck yes, baby". He stilled behind you and trailed faint kisses along your spine, catching your top and tying it at your back.

You finally found your voice, "this, this was fucking intense." You laughed hard and straightened your skirt when he pulled out. You could feel some dripping going down your leg, but honestly, you couldn't be bothered, it was too dark for anybody to notice anything.

You turned to face him, still breathing hard. "Why the fuck we haven't been doing this for the last year?"

"We better get caught up then."

"Yes, sir." You gave him a mock salute and turned to get back to the party, to mingle with your girls a little bit. Right when you started walking, knowing he would follow, he smacked your ass again, a little stronger this time.

"JJ!" You threw a glare in his direction but couldn't stop your lips from growing into a smile.

Mission officially accomplished. ;)

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

Hiiii I recently found your account and love your writing.

Would you be able to write something angsty for Levi where the reader gets seriously injured while out on a mission? I’d like it to be really angsty but whatever you want to do I’m good with!

Hi lovely anon, thank you so much for your kind words and this request!! I've dabbled in angst here and there, but this is definitely the darkest I've gone. I was surprised to find I really enjoyed writing it! Maybe there's more angst in my future hm...

Anyways THANK YOU again for sending this, I love hearing from readers and love requests! I'm sorry that it took me so long to get back to you, I hope you still see this and that you enjoy it if you do!

don't fall away from me: Levi x Scout!Reader angst

[tw: hurt/no comfort, heavy angst as requested!, injury/gore, spoilers for No Regrets, mentioned (not actual) vomiting // wc: 2k // ao3 // set before the fall of Shiganshina]

It wasn't often that you and Levi were separated for missions these days. A combination of luck and called-in favors from the Captain meant that most days and nights you were by each other's side, sometimes worse for wear, but together, at least.

But luck didn't last forever, and Levi wasn't all-powerful. You had been sent on a long-term mission beyond the walls, leading a troop of Scouts to establish an outpost farther than the Regiment had ever been able to put down roots. It was risky, but if successful, would pay off immediately, filling in new corners of the Eldian map. Levi stayed behind, part of Erwin's private detail as the Commander lobbied for more funding.

Levi hated it. Hated the pompous bastards he had to deal with, the tasteless displays of wealth in the inner walls, and worst of all, that it kept him from you. But you had reassured him as you always did, strong arms around his neck and soft lips against his. "I'll be home soon, Levi. Wait for me." He saw your squad off, raised his hand in a stern wave, watching until you and your horse disappeared over the horizon.

It wouldn't last forever, he reminded himself. You were tough. So was he- a few weeks away was nothing in the grand scheme of things. And he'd seen you take down enough titans to know that they should be afraid of you. The memory made his chest swell with a quiet pride. You were a damn good soldier, and you were his. He'd make sure to remind you of both when you came home.

That was the hope that kept Levi patient as he waited out the weeks. Once the political posturing was over, he took his stress out on the spiders that had taken up residence in the rafters of the scouts' barracks. Hange was heard laughing quietly to Moblit that HQ was always cleanest when you were away. Luckily for them, Levi didn't overhear, too busy chasing his worry away with a dustrag.

The morning of your squad's return dawned clear, the sun cresting the Walls like it anticipated your arrival as much as Levi did. The Captain had been up before then- fussing over his hair and straightening his cravat needlessly, wanting to appear cool and calm when he rode out to meet you. You were sure to tease him otherwise. It had become something of a game to see who could spot the other first at your homecomings, waiting just inside the gate or, if impatience got the best of you, riding out to meet the other on some pretense.

He sipped from the teacup between his fingers, hiding a smile as he thought about the look on your face. Your eyes always lit up, your grim on-duty expression melting into relief, excitement- love, when you saw him again. He was almost sure it was love. Little as he knew about the subject, anyway. Hoped it was, would've prayed it was if he had any faith. Because Levi loved you. He hadn't admitted it yet, but the weeks of separation had shown him just how much he had grown to rely on you, to cherish your shared moments, the light you shone in the dark corners of his life.

Maybe he didn't need to seem cool and calm, this time. He allowed himself to believe that you'd missed him as much as he missed you. That certainty carried the Captain to his horse, through the gates, out on a hard ride through the outskirts of the walled city, until he saw the blurry forms of your squad through the morning mist. His carefully fixed hair fell back into messy bangs across his forehead as he urged his horse faster, his body taut with both exertion and excitement. You were almost home.

He searched for your face in the crowd of green-cloaked soldiers to no avail. Maybe you were scouting ahead, or keeping watch from the rear. He shook off the icy tendrils of fear that crept down his neck. Surely that was all. Levi looked to the rest of your squad, but they didn't meet his eyes. Some of them limped, some held bandaged limbs, others leaned on their comrades. The tendrils turned into choking vines.

Levi reared his horse in front of the ragged procession and leveled them with a glare. "Where is she?" Silence. He gritted his teeth, his voice a sword. "I won't repeat myself."

A single Scout stepped out from the ranks. Levi recognized her as a young recruit; this would have been one of her first missions. She gestured at a covered wagon hitched to the horse behind her. "She saved us, Captain." The girl's voice wavered, then broke. "We wouldn't be here if she hadn't-"

Levi didn't know if she finished her sentence. He was already off his horse and shoving past her, his mind a wall of white noise. Somehow he was standing beside the wagon, ripping the cover back with shaking hands-

In the days and weeks that followed, every Scout from that ill-fated mission would swear on their lives that the Captain maintained his composure in that moment. Whether in solidarity or out of the fear that came from watching the collapse of something unbreakable. Every last person there that day would deny that they ever heard Levi sob.

The sound tore from him helplessly, choked horror in the back of his throat. Your bloodless lips were parted, your hair strewn across the packs of gear they’d propped you on. Your arms lay limply atop a rough blanket that hid everything below your chest. When Levi reached for your hand, pressing it to his cheek, you were cold. He whispered your name, but you didn’t stir.

With effort, Levi tore his gaze from your body and whirled on the soldier that had revealed you. “Tell me what happened.”

In fits and starts, she managed the story. It had happened so fast, she said, the night watch asleep in the newly constructed outpost, the early sunrise revealing a trio of titans surrounding the camp, all teeth and eager eyes. 15m class and hungry, scrabbling at their tents, waking up to a nightmare.

You had slept in your gear- Levi clenched his fists against a sudden surge of nausea. You always teased him about his habit, sleeping sitting up or fully clothed, ready for anything. But out there, on your own, you had done the same. Did you think of him as you fell asleep? The girl was still speaking, her gaze far away. You had sprung into action, using the titans themselves as anchors to fly at their nape out there in the vast flatness of the wild.

You dispatched two quickly- of course, Levi thought, of course she did- but the third- the girl stopped to drag the back of her hand across her mouth, swallowing a dry heave. Levi had to resist the urge to shake her, to make her keep talking- but she soon continued in a whisper.

"The last titan caught her in it's teeth. It was a blur, we didn't see, only heard a- heard a snap, and a scream... we cut it's Achilles tendons, brought it to it's knees, and she fell..." The scout trailed off, her jaw working soundlessly as she remembered. "The wound, wounds- they weren't clean, sir." Her voice was a strained apology. She wobbled, clearly spent, and Levi turned away.

He stepped back toward the wagon where you lay. Levi took a slow breath, reaching into the depths of himself to find the strength to look at what hid beneath the blanket. He peeled it back, hissing through his teeth when the fabric caught on patches of drying, tacky blood.

It took a moment for Levi to process what he was seeing. Your lower body was a torn mess of crimson, contrasting hideously against the stark white of exposed bone protruding from your mangled calf. He could see the titan's attack written on your flesh- the purpling crush of teeth along your thighs and the shredded aftermath of those jaws tearing down to your ankles. The smears of dirt and gore told him how you were dragged along, out of the titan's clenching jaw, off the battlefield.

This is a dream. A nightmare. Levi told himself, clinging to it with a childish desperation that he thought had been beaten out of him long ago. He tried to swallow but his throat had gone cotton-dry. His tongue cleaved mute to the roof of his mouth. This isn't real.

He blinked, and suddenly it was Furlan in your shredded uniform, or you in his. A dizzy panic clawed up Levi's chest. He shook his head, looked away and back- and the scene changed. The hollowed pallor of your cheeks was that of his mother's corpse, a dim memory of hell. He thought he might be sick, thought wildly that he couldn't vomit in front of the other Scouts, couldn't let them see such filthy weakness- but that was forgotten when you opened your eyes.

You stared blindly at the wide, wide sky, and Levi saw Isabel in your place. Not again. Please, not again. He watched your chest rise and fall like it was the only thing tethering him to the earth, like he was the one willing it to continue. Please.

"Le-vi...?" Your voice shocked him into sanity. He cupped your cheeks in trembling hands.

"I'm here, I'm here," he rasped. "I've got you. Stay with me."

You slowly dragged your fingers through the blood on your uniform, then held them in front of your face. You didn't seem to understand where it came from, what had happened. Levi moved into your sightline. You reached for him, but your head lolled and your arm fell back in the next instant. Levi caught your hand and lifted it the rest of the way, pressing your bloody fingers to his lips.

"I'm here," he repeated, fixated again on the defiant movement of your chest as you slipped back into unconsciousness. "I'll protect you."

The other soldiers were shuffling about, some trying to quiet their nervous horses. Levi forced himself to inject authority into his voice, to project some stability on the surface as he crumbled within, never taking his eyes from your face. "I'm riding back with you. Let's go."

Eager to go home, the camp moved quickly at his order. Someone hitched Levi's horse to the wagon were you lay, seeing that the Captain wasn't about to leave your side.

Your body seemed to shift before Levi's eyes, a mist poured into the shape of the ones he had already failed, already lost. Their corpses laid atop yours, or beside you, or sprawled at your feet until he forced them away, the sight of your breathing like a talisman. Your blood dried and flaked on his cheek, but he hardly felt the itch. His cravat lay abandoned on the filthy floor.

Every jolt of the wheels made him grit his teeth, fighting down a surge of rage at the horses, the stones that made them stumble, the ground itself for not softening for you. He wanted to carry you home himself, wanted to tear off his own legs and offer them up for you. He wanted to wake up.

He spoke to you, the words pouring out, unstoppable. Vows to protect you, spiraling into impossibility- he'd kill every last titan to make sure they never touched you again, he'd give you his blood to replace what you'd lost, he'd burn down the world to keep you warm.

Confessions that had never passed his lips before, spilling into the space between you, overflowing helplessly in a whisper you couldn't hear. "I love you. Did you know that? Could you tell?" He choked on it. "I fucking love you. I didn't want to, but I do, and I need you to come back, so I can tell you to your goddamn face."

He couldn't stop touching you, kneeling at your side, his legs long gone numb. He brushed the stringy hair from your forehead, warmed your hands in his, smoothed the blanket back over your wounds. When there was nothing left to do, he did it all over again, repeating the words until they hung in the air and piled over your body, still breathing, only just.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." Please.

[ashwhowrites]

Hiiii, Can you do a Steve Harrington x reader? About how they used to be best friends since they were kids then high school came around so did king Steve. Anyways, the reader confesses her feelings for him but before he can reply, his friends laugh and make fun of her. The reader stops being friends with him because he never defended her. But now, Steve has changed and wants to make things right and finally be with the girls he has always loved.

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

High school mistake

Y/N never thought she would see the day her best friend Steve outgrew her. He was always shy and quiet, and they never left each other's side. They grew up together and now they were in high school and Y/N was struggling with the change.

Steve became popular once he joined the basketball team. Y/N remembered how excited she was when he made it, but now she wished he never tried out. It was selfish of her, but she missed her best friend.

The other issue was she was in love with Steve, pathetically and helplessly in love. She was always too scared to say anything but she didn't have to worry about much since no one looked their way. But now that he was popular, girls began looking his way.

Y/N was jealous and didn't know how to handle it. She figured she might as well try to go for it because it wouldn't be long until a girl beat her to it. So on a random day at school, she walked up to Steve.

She was terrified but losing him scared her even more.

She wished she could say it went well and they have been together since, but that would be a lie. She could never forget the look on his face as the words left her lips. He looked shocked, his eyes wide and mouth open. She confessed she was in love with him and he stood frozen. Before he could reject or confess, his friends around the halls laughed. They laughed as hard as they could as they ran up to them.

Steve never stood up for her, in the moment and after the moment.

It's been two years and she hasn't talked to him since. She was hurt and felt betrayed. The least he could have done was apologize after the fact and tell his friends to quit being assholes. But he never did.

Now, of course, people say he has changed. He now wasn't friends with anyone from high school. Apparently, he hung out with one girl, and the rest were younger children. It was a bit odd but it wasn't her place to care anymore. She hadn't seen him in months but figured she'd have to face him one day.

That day arrived faster than she wished. She was out at the mall when she saw his hair over the racks. She felt herself stop breathing and ducked down. She looked around the store, wondering if she could sneak by before he sa-

"Y/N?"

She squeezed her eyes shut as she heard his voice. She slowly stood up and opened her eyes.

"Steve," she greeted him with a small smile.

"I haven't seen you in forever, how are you?" He asked, a big smile on his face like everything was cool. She froze when he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled back when she didn't move.

"I'm good. How are you?" She asked, trying her best to be polite.

"Good! Not much to complain about. I'm taking Dustin suit shopping so I better get back. But maybe we could get coffee or something? Catch up?" He asked, his hands in his pockets as he turned his head.

She forgot how pretty his brown eyes were. Years later he still made her heart race.

"We really don't have to do that, Steve." She sighed and he frowned at her response

"I want to" he fought

"I don't," she snapped, she took a deep breath to calm herself. "See you, Harrington."

Steve watched hurt as she turned around and left. Dustin was yelling his name but he couldn't move until her body vanished from his vision.

~~~

The run-in happened a week ago and Steve was still thinking about it. He hoped there wouldn't be hard feelings after all these years, but he was clearly wrong. He did want to talk to her, get the chance to apologize, and maybe fix things again.

He never forgot about her and missed her. He missed having his best friend and he knew it was his fault she left. He could have fixed it many times and he never did. But this time he was going to.

He showed up at her house or hoped she still lived there. He was right when she opened the door.

It took a lot of convincing but he made it inside, sitting on the familiar couch he slept on during sleepovers. He remembered how he wanted to sneak into her room and wrap his arms around her body. The countless times he fell asleep thinking about kissing her.

"What do you want?" She asked, already tired from the mess. Ever since she saw him it was like she started all over.

"I want to apologize for the shit I did in high school," he said but she just scoffed.

"Many years late for it to matter, or fix anything. Is that all?"

"Can you give me some mercy please?" He pleaded, his stupid eyes begging

"Why? You never gave me any" she shrugged, looking down at her hands as she played with the pillow on her lap.

"I know and I do mean it when I say I'm sorry," Steve said, softly touching her hand to make her look up. She froze but looked into his eyes.

"You gave me many chances to fix it and fix us. I was stupid and never did. I know I don't deserve to be here right now, and it's fair for you to hate my guts. But I miss you."

"I miss you too but I don't know. I lost my only friend and I suffered. You have to be popular and live life. Now you come back because it's all done? That makes me feel like shit." She explained

Steve listened to every word, moving closer as he moved the pillow off her lap. Now he held both her hands as his body leaned closer.

"Hit me, scream at me. Do whatever you need to do, I don't care. But after can we please start over? I never forgot what you said."

"Please don't bring that up," she mumbled embarrassed as she yanked her hands away. She stood up to give herself space from him.

"No, I will because we never talked about it," he fought as he stood up

"And who's fault was that?" She scoffed as she crossed her arms. "I get over it, so let's move on."

"I didn't though," he whispered

"What are you saying? It's been years, Steve. Do you think I still am completely in love with you after you rejected me?" She rolled her eyes, praying the front she put up was enough to fool him.

"Kiss me," he said, now standing right in front of her

"What?"

"Kiss me and if you don't feel anything, and you know there's no love in your heart anymore. Tell me that while you look in my eyes and I'll leave you alone." He explained, his voice getting lower and deeper as he moved closer. His face was inches away from hers as she tried to control her breathing.

She wasn't sure if she could lie to his face but what did she have to lose?

"Fine," she said, leaning in and pressing her lips against his. She planned to do a soft peck but then his hand landed on the back of her head. He made the kiss way more passionate and she fell into the trap. She clung to his shoulders as she kissed him harder.

It was as perfect as she always thought it would be. His lips were soft, warm, and in control. It took her breath away and made her head fuzzy. It was like everything melted and she was a puddle in his hands.

She gasped as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. And then he pulled away. She fought with everything in her not to chase his lips.

She blinked a few times as she looked into his eyes, trying to regain her thoughts.

She had the words on her tongue, ready to tell him he lost his chance and she could live with that. But he was finally doing what she dreamed about. He was fighting for her, and he planned to leave if she said the word. If she said it, he'd move on and fall in love with another girl. What would she win? Pride? But at the cost of a broken heart and never loving him for the sake of herself.

Maybe it wasn't what he deserved but what she deserved. And fuck it, she deserved to have her heart fixed.

"I love you," she whispered

She could see his eyes light up and the shy smile on his face.

"God, I love you too," he whispered, closing the space between them.

[mewnewew]

Can you do something with shanks where he has an s/o that likes to bite when they're excited or especially affectionate and Shanks is usually fine with it since its not hard enough to ever do any real damage but one day either he's busy or in a bad mood and when the s/o does it because they're feeling very affectionate he gets mad or really stern and mean which has never really happened before to that extent. It causes the reader to stop biting altogether because they're insecure. Shanks even catches them crying while biting like, a piece of wood, to curb the urge to bite. Sorry if this a weird request or too specific, you don't have to adhere to every little thing just the general idea. Whatever is comfortable for you to write.

Interesting ask, ngl. Thanks for giving it! Hope this matched what ya wanted.

TW: Cussing, slightly angsty?

Shanks x Reader: The marks of happiness.

All of your previous lovers would agree to one thing, one specific thing about you. And that was the fact that you would bite people. Not like a shark, but just bite and hold the flesh of the person when you felt happy or very affectionate. It was your way of being, your way of showing happiness other than the usual way. You did make sure not to bite too hard anyway. The ones you did it with, you had a deep emotional bond with. You had bad memories of people freaking out or teasing you in a bad way about it which is why you now only did it with people you really trusted with.

Shanks, your current lover, not only accepted it as a natural part of you but also didn't hesitate to encourage it once he learned the reason why you did such a thing. He'd laugh, showing your faint bite marks off with a large grin saying "I'm theirs!" And your chest would just feel so full of joy and happiness.

However today, and you didn't know it, but Shanks was in a rotten mood. He'd heard that one of his old friends had gotten hurt back in the East Blue and in critical condition. That and the Marines had cornered said friend in the region. Now he couldn't reach them via snail. It was not a good idea to storm over there to help either, since that would take some time to reach the place. So Shanks was in a worried and concerned mood. He had stormed into your shared cabin, back facing the entrance, looking out the window. You entered and in a happy mood, seeing only his back to you.

You happily skipped over to him in your shared cabin, as he looked out the window and took his arm and placed your teeth on his forearm, only for him to yank his arm away, snapping at you. "Quit it will ya?! It's annoying!"

You flinched, staring at him in a shocked and a pained expression "Huh? Oh I-"

"You think its all okay don't you? Well guess what sweetheart. It's annoying and weird."

"In fact, the only reason people allow you is cause they pity you. So I'd suggest that you drop the habit. Alright?" He hissed at you.

You nodded a few times, feeling your heart drop to your stomach, and ran out from the cabin, refusing to cry in front of him. Shanks just sat down on the chair near the window, head in his hand feeling immediate guilt. Why did he do this? He always ruined things unintentionally didn't he?

The next few days, he barely saw you, you slept on your own hammock with the others and either didn't meet his gaze or didn't come to him. And he....in his defence, didn't know how to apologize, especially when they had to participate in some battles. In the middle, when there were moments of joy, he didn't even see you do your usual thing even once. Even if it wasn't him, he would have at least expected you to bite any of the other friends you had on ship. The fact that he didn't see you do it even once, made him mote concerned than anything else.

The night after the battle, he entered belowdecks, hoping to find you. He was frozen with shock and horror as he saw you, sitting there with a small block of wood in your mouth, clearly biting into it, staring back at him in surprise. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before you dropped the wood into your hands glaring at him. "What."

"I- no, what are you doing?! That's bad for your teeth! You shouldn't-" He cried reaching out to you.

You slapped his hand away, turning away. "I shouldn't bite people right? Yeah, that's what I'm doing. Not biting people, isn't that what you wanted? Cause it's weird?" You spat at him.

"So you bite a block of wood? Why? Why not just bite someone else's arm? I'm sure they'll-"

"I'm trying to stop the habit. Easier for everyone, don't you agree? Then no one will have to agree to this." You said coldly and Shanks swore he felt something in him crack. You were trying to stop the habit? Your cute little habit?

Oh, how shitty he felt now. "Sweetheart, listen. That was....wrong of me to say. I was not thinking straight."

"Yeah well, you could have told me. Just one line, 'hey, not now, I'm not in the mood' or 'Maybe later' or 'Can I get some time alone?' Anything! I would have listened to ya'" You yelled, nails digging into the block, snapping your head to meet his gaze.

He looked down, hand rubbing the back of his neck, "I know, I know. Trust me, I felt like a rightful ass after I did it."

He looked at you again "But still, I'm not any less sorry and I definitely don't think those thoughts."

You snorted, "Yeah right."

He looked pleadingly at you. "Darlin' please. Don't you trust me? You think I would lie to you? After all we've been through together?"

"Honey, whenever I see those marks, I show em' off. I love them, cause they're yours. You made those on me cause you were happy and what kind of boyfriend would I be if not happy at my partner's joy? I promise ya, I show them off any chance I get cause I'm so proud.

It was your turn to look down at the block again, mind feeling slightly conflicted still. You felt his hand reach out and tip your chin up to meet his face. "Love, please. I'll do better next time. So forgive me, and don't do...this."

You searched his eyes for any sort of lie at all. Any hint that he really did think the opposite, that he was just lying, to get you back, just as the ones who had done the same before, to you. All you found was love. Genuine, apologetic, hopeful love. And you dropped the block, surging forward for wrapping your arms around his neck which he happily reciprocated, his only hand curling around to place itself on the back of your head.

He put some space between you two to kiss your cheeks, before placing another kiss on your forehead, finally resting your foreheads together. "I'm so sorry, baby. I promise I'll do better." He murmured.

Your hands found his palm, holding it and giving it a squeeze of reassurance. "You'd better" You teased, slightly.

He matched your smile, but it grew once you made eye contact, lightly biting the flesh of his palm. "There you are." He whispered out.

All was well. And he would be damned if he broke his promise to you, this he swore.

[sapphiresandferrari]

Sweet encounters

Pairing: Eddie Munson x oc!reader

Summary: Eddie meets the new student, and he inevitably falls for her

Warnings: none, pure fluff and slightly simp Eddie

A/N: hi, I finally wrote a new fic, about Eddie Munson this time.

I hope you will like it and, as always, comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated, let me know your thoughts, please, it helps me improve

Also English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if I made some mistakes or typos

Enjoy 🫶🏻

Eddie hated early mornings, he absolutely hated them.

The only occasions he woke up early without a groan and a big instinct to kill the first person in front of him, were when he had to drive to go to a concert or to shop for new records and band shirts.

Other than that, he utterly disliked waking up early, his brain doesn’t start to function until 11 am.

However, this year Eddie was focused and determined: he wanted to graduate, so he could finally leave this town for good and try to make it to the music scene.

He knew his band was good enough to make it, sure they need way more practice, and definitely a bigger crowd than the 5 drunks at the Hideout, but they could make it, he knew it in his bones.

In order to graduate tho, he had to put lots of effort this year, so that means waking up on time and actually show up for classes even if they were boring, do all the assignments (possibly on time too) and most importantly, try to get at least all D.

That's why every morning he woke up with a living will up to 0 but he was stubborn: he wanted to graduate and he will.

After drinking the biggest cup if coffee known to mankind, he hopped on his van and drove to school.

He checked his schedule and headed to the chemistry lab.

He arrived surprisingly early, so he could sit alone and doodle in peace, until he heard the chair beside him moving.

He turned his head and saw a girl, curly hair, all pink and laces, never seen before, she looked at him, her eyes wide, scared "is this seat taken? Can i sit here?".

He couldn't belive his ears, was she aware of his reputation? Did she know anything, honestly?

He couldn't tell, so he simply told her that yes, the seat was free and she could stay there, turning back to his doodles.

"Oh thank you, I'm new you know? Ao i don't know anyone and everyone here seems to be pretty close to each other and i saw you alone so i thought i could sit here but then I thought it was better to ask cause what if you were waiting for someone, and...maybe is better if i shut up"

Jeez she talked a lot, but Eddie found it somehow cute, she looked like a lost kitty, he didn't know if he should try to be friendly or keep staying silent and let her go.

She didn't seem to have things in common with him so he didn't see the point into trying to be friends, but she also looked scared and he could help her, at least at the beginning.

"Hey calm down, is fine, i wasn't waiting for anyone, the seat is all yours", she nodded at his words but he could see in her eyes that she was worried, on edge.

He felt bad for her, maybe he sounded too harsh than he wanted to, the poor thing was already scared to death, he definitely didn't make it better

He decided to try again "so first day...you must be nervous" she looked at him, breathing heavy "I'm more than nervous, I'm terrified, i was actually excited to start school even if I don't know anyone here, and yes, Hawkins isn't Chicago, but i thought maybe i could make some new friends but then as soon as i entered school everyone looked at me like i have three heads and...I'm rambling again, I'm sorry, I talk a lot when I'm nervous...but also when I'm not nervous...to be honest i just talk a lot, 'm sorry"

Eddie definitely never met someone like her, she was the cutest thing he even seen.

He smiled, she was so different from the other girls in Hawkins, he wondered if they had anything in common "is okay really, i get it, i moved to Hawkins too, few years ago, so i know how you're feeling, I'mEddie by the way" he could see her eyes glowing at his words, her breath steadying "yeah being the new student sucks, but it seems i already made a friend, I'm y/n, nice to meet you Eddie" she smiled back at him, before focusing on Mr Ripley, ready to start his chemistry lesson.

Eddie didn't see her for the rest of the day after first period, so he couldn't wait to see her during lunch break, he hoped to spot her so he could invite her to his table

She didn't show up at the cafeteria, leaving him disappointed, wondering where she was.

He met her again for Mrs O'donnell class, during last period, she was sit alone writing on her notebook.

Eddie immediately sat besides her, he couldn't believe that they were together for this class.

"Hi, i didn't see you all day, you disappeared or something?" She jumped when she heard his voice "oh hiiii, I'm so happy to see you again, I was hoping we could share more classes together but i didn't see you in history and spanish, oh and then i got lost on my way to the cafeteria and ended up in the library so i ate there instead while i read my book" Eddie laughed, her excitement over literally everything made his heart flutter "sweetie i'm sorry you got lost and I'm sorry i couldn't help you, did you ask anyone for help?" Hearing this, her smile faded a little "i did actually, i met a small group and asked them where the cafeteria was, but the indications they gave me were for the library"

Eddie couldn't believe it, it was her first day, why were they this mean with her already? He can't wait to graduate and stop seeing these jocks faces again "oh sweetheart, those are idiots, gimme your schedule, i will walk you to every classes from now on"

Y/N tried to tell him it wasn't necessary but he didn't want to listen to it, he decided in that moment that he wanted to protect her, no matter what.

And Eddie kept his words, he would walk her to every class the next morning and for lunch he straightly led her to his table.

He couldn't wait to introduce her to the hellfire and maybe, if he was lucky, she would want to know more about DnD.

But his sweet, sweet Y/N surprised him once more: turned out that not only she knew DnD, but she used to play with her friends back in Chicago, she had a character of high class and level.

"I'm so excited that you guys play too, i was worried i had to stop playing but I'm so happy i found you, can i join the next session? If you're okay with that of course, i don't want to intrude, you know...if you're already far along on your campaign" everyone at the table started shouting "if we are okay? You must join us, our fair maid, is been a while since a cutie like you joined us and to be fair, I'm tired of always do the female voices" Gareth reassured Y/N and Eddie didn't like his flirty tone.

He knew he just wanted to make her feel comfortable, and he also knew that if he told him about his interest for y/n, Gareth would back off immediately, but Eddie still couldn't help but feel jealous at their small interaction.

He quickly noticed how she nice she was to everyone, so he wasn't surprised that she got along with the Hellfire club as soon as she sat down on their table.

"I really can't wait for you to join our sadistic campaign, but I'm afraid we might have to postpone this Friday, the drama club needs the room, so I will keep you posted on this guys, milady" Eddie informed his little sheep

"Oh well if you have an issue with that, we might do the session at my place, both my parents work the night shift so is just me and Pluto at home" Eddie grinned at her words "Aw sweetie, that's nice of you to offer you castle for our session, and Pluto? You named your dog after Mickey's dog?"

"Dog? Pluto isn't a dog, is my black cat, I named him after the Poe's short story, especially since my baby is also missing one eye, like in the story"

"That's sick baby, you have a one eyed cat? And I didn't think you liked Poe, I thought you were more of a Austen girl"

Y/N giggled, she was totally expecting this reaction "yes Austen is amazing but I love Poe's work a lot, I try to not stick to one genre only but to keep my books collection varied, currently I'm reading Salem's lot and The hobbit"

"The hobbit? Girl, please, you have to stop, or I'll fall for you more than I'm already doing"

Y/N blushed, she wasn't used to men flirting with her, and whenever it happened, she just got embarrassed and they gave up in the end, but Eddie seemed to be obsessed with her since they met and she couldn't help but wonder if he was actually interested or if he was having pity of the new girl.

Either way y/n couldn't believe she found new friends so early and that also played DnD, she was so excited.

Friday evening couldn't come sooner, y/m spent the afternoon baking brownies amd cookies, she wanted to make them feel comfortable and what's better than something sweet to fuel the brain?

Besides all these boys definitely were hungry.

Eddie's mouth watered at the sight, he doesn't remember the last time he ate something sweet that weren't candies or chocolate bars, and definitely didn't remember the last time he ate something homemade.

The session went incredibly well, they all had fun and y/n was a big addiction to Eddie's club, he felt truly happy after a long time.

He finally found a girl who wasn't afraid to be herself, and mostly, that seemed to like him a lot and wasn't afraid to show it.

He couldn't wait more, he needed to tell her that he liked her back, he needed to show her how much.

That's why he stayed after the session, he said he wanted to help her clean everything, when he actually wanted to be alone with her.

"So, how did you find everything? I hope you will join us for the next session" Eddie asked her while he was taking the plates away

"Oh, I thought I was part of the club already, of course I will join you for the next session, I had so much fun, you're an amazing dungeon master, Eddie the banished" and with that Eddie couldn't help himself anymore "do you want to go on a date with me? Tomorrow or whenever you want?" He blurted out, he planned to ask her in a smoother way but he genuinely couldn't wait anymore

Y/N blushed at the question, she thought he would never ask, and she answered with way too much eagerness "oh yes, I would love to, we could go to the drive in or the movies or the arcade, whatever you want really, I like everything and I know I will have fun because I love spending time with you, sorry I didn't mean love I meant like, yes I like..."

Eddie loved listening to her rambling, she was so cute when she was nervous like this, so he decided to put her out of her misery and simply do what he thought was the best way to calm her nerves: he leaned and gently pressed his lips on hers.

When they separate, y/n whispered "you kissed me" still in shock "yeah, sorry maybe I should've ask is you were okay with that or wait for our first date" Eddie replied

Hearing this, y/n chuckled and kissed him again, this time with more confidence, and in that moment, Eddie understood that she wasn't planning to go anywhere, and neither did he.

[httpkaulitz]

Say yes to me

PAIRINGS: Demon Bill x Female reader

CONTENT: Smutt

SYNOPSIS: Halloween is a perfect day to collect a soul.

WARNINGS: dom!Bill, sub!reader, mention of drugs and drinking, mention of stalking, mention of blood and bite, manipulation, unprotected sex, p in v, public sex.

A/N: I'm late for Halloween, but here's Demon Bill that I've been promising for ages.

Halloween parties were the perfect excuse to dress up in a scary, sexy outfit and get drunk. Most people went to parties just to get completely drunk and make out with masked strangers. And you were no different.

The general aesthetic appealed to you, since you've always liked dark things. Your best friend had gotten tickets to this super exclusive party, you didn't know how, but you didn't really care about knowing, since she probably sucked someone's dick to get it.

As soon as you stepped foot in the place you realized how luxurious it was. The old mansion had at least three floors and the backyard was huge. The whole place was impeccably decorated and there were lots of red lights scattered around the place, giving it a devilish and lustful atmosphere.

The loud music reverberated throughout the place and the people around were dancing, their bodies glued together almost in sync. You had to blink a few times to avoid being caught mesmerized by the scene.

You've been to a lot of Halloween parties, a lot of them. But none of them had ever been so perfect. You couldn’t describe it, it wasn’t just the decorations or the perfectly dressed people. It was a feeling. A mix of danger and adventure that you couldn’t explain why you were feeling.

“I told you to come dressed up.” Your friend suddenly shouted, jumping up next to you. She was clearly already half drunk, with a glass of drink in her hand.

“I’m dressed up!” You said, indignant at her not-so-subtle way of saying you were poorly dressed.

She looked me up and down and pointed her finger at you before speaking. “A black dress and a witch’s hat isn’t really a costume.”

She was right, the people in this place were dressed up like they were in a million dollar competition to see who would win the prize for best costume. Some were so good they looked real.

Your friend had somehow managed to come up with a realistic enough costume that it didn’t look like she’d just picked something improvised like you.

“Well, if I’d known it would be like this I would have rented something.” You said as you observed the people around you.

“It doesn’t matter now. Come on, I want to show you something.” She grabbed your wrist and pulled you back outside.

You followed her to the back of the tent and saw a huge tent set up. There was a small line of people and she stopped right behind the last one.

“What is that?” You asked confused.

“It’s a seer!” She said excitedly. “Can you believe it? They also made a horror maze on the third floor.” Well, that was cool, you didn’t understand why she was so excited about the seer.

“Why are you so excited about this?” You asked as you watched her. Your friend had never been one to believe in that kind of thing.

To be honest, neither did you. Yes, you always liked the idea of ​​mythological and supernatural beings existing, but it was kind of impossible for everything to be real.

She looked at you with a look of “you’re being silly.” And then said, “If real gypsies exist, they would definitely be here. Haven’t you ever heard of the party hosts?”

Of course you had heard of them. A millionaire and somewhat eccentric family who are passionate about the supernatural. Every year they throw a Halloween party, so uniquely extraordinary that everyone wants to attend. After the parties, there were always rumors of people who had supernatural experiences. In your opinion, these people were either very drunk or on drugs.

“So what? Are you going to ask about the future or something?” Just as your friend was about to answer you, the person in front of you gave up on entering, giving you and your friend the chance.

The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds and then went in. It was exactly as you expected. Dim lighting, some crystals and incense. The woman was sitting on the other side of the table and your friend ran to sit in the chair across from her.

You waited, standing a little ways away, while your friend held the woman's hand and asked stupid questions like "Is Johnny going to break up with Camila to be with me?" You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Seriously, she could at least ask something useful like the lottery numbers.

After that, you stopped paying attention, but it wasn't long before her time was up and it was your turn. Not that you really wanted to participate, but your friend was kind of forcing you.

You held out your hand for her to hold and stared at her. "I don't really have anything to ask." You said nervously, feeling like you were wasting her time.

"You don't have to." She frowned as if trying to understand the situation. "I see something with you, a shadow that follows you."

"Maybe it's that guy who appears in your dreams." Your friend said laughing.

You quickly looked at her and muttered "Shut up." You didn't want this woman to gather any information to even try to get into your head.

But she didn't seem to pay attention to what you and your friend were saying. She was very focused on you, almost hypnotized. "It's always with you, watching you and guiding your path."

Your friend butted in again, now looking even more excited. "So what? Does she have a guardian angel?"

"I would say it's the opposite." The woman answered automatically and let go of your hand.

"What?" You asked confused.

"Don't say yes to him." She said firmly, looking scared.

"To who?" Nothing she said made sense. Was she trying to scare you or what?

"Next!" She turned and faced the two of you, waiting for you to leave.

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You and your friend had no idea what had really happened in the tent, but you decided to believe that it was some kind of marketing ploy so that the two of you would leave the party saying that you had had a supernatural experience.

You decided that after that you needed a drink and a little dancing to forget all of this. But now more than ever you felt watched. Even dancing in the middle of the crowd you felt like you were in a spotlight with eyes completely focused on you.

You felt hands grip your hips tightly, even without seeing who it was you didn't care. It was a welcome distraction. His body danced in sync with yours, as if you were one.

Sweat was dripping down your neck and the multicolored lights were making you feel a little dizzy. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back on the stranger's shoulder. His hands released your hips, he brushed your hair away from your face and then slid his hands down your arms, down your back, and finally back to your hips. When you heard the voice whispering in your ear, "Come find me." You jumped away. When you looked back, there was no one there.

You decided that you should leave the dance floor, maybe all these lights and people together were making your head confused. Since you hadn't seen the other rooms of the party besides the first floor yet, you decided to go up. The second floor was kind of an extension of the first, except that it was much darker than the first floor and there were some platforms with people dancing in almost animalistic costumes that made them look half human, half animal.

At this point, you had no idea where your friend was. Your head was a mess, but you refused to believe the nonsense that strange woman told you. You went to the stairs and went up to the third floor.

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You didn't remember how you ended up inside the maze, all you remembered was a man dressed as a mad scientist giving you a neon green drink to drink.

The endless corridors and colorful lights were starting to make your head spin. There was nothing or no one around, it was just corridors and more empty corridors, you could even hear your footsteps as you walked aimlessly.

You were sure you were lost and your paranoid mind wasn't helping you. When you turned around in the hopes of being able to follow the same path and find the door you came in through, all you saw was a huge wall.

“No, no, no.” You said exasperatedly as you touched the wall to confirm that it was real. But how could that be real? You had just passed by there.

For the first time you heard footsteps that weren’t yours, but when you looked around there was no one.

“Hello, is anyone there?” You shouted but no one answered, the only sound you heard was the echo of your voice and the footsteps that now seemed faster as if they were running.

A small feeling of panic and urgency took over you and you ran. You couldn’t say for sure what it was, maybe it was paranoia or instinct. You felt like you had to get out of there, you knew that finding whoever was the owner of those footsteps wouldn’t be a good thing.

You continued running through the maze without knowing exactly where you were going, you didn’t even know if you were close to the exit or not. The loud and hurried footsteps seemed to follow you, but whenever you looked back there was no one.

It hadn’t even been five minutes but to you it already seemed like an eternity. Until as you ran and looked back you bumped into something. The impact was so strong that it threw you backwards and you fell on your butt.

“Are you okay?” The man in front of you asked. He didn’t really look worried, his expression was neutral, but when you didn’t answer he tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy.

“I-I’m fine, I was just trying to get out.” You stammered still confused at how he ended up in front of you.

“It’s pretty confusing, isn’t it?” He asked as he extended his hand towards you. “They really just made a maze. Well, I guess it’s scarier when you realize how hard it is to get out.”

You gladly took his hand and let him help you up. You could feel the heat radiating from him even through the white glove.

“Yeah, it wasn’t quite what I expected.” You said still nervously. You were starting to feel aware of how bad your costume was as you watched him closely.

His outfit looked old, but luxurious. His long, white hair was too beautiful to be just a wig, so it must be a very expensive one. The white makeup with blood dripping from his horns and lips looked so natural that you had a hard time telling if it wasn't real. Maybe you were just a little drunk from the drink you had before entering the maze.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He asked again, now looking at you more closely as if he wanted to read your thoughts. You just nodded. “Come with me, I'll help you get out of here.”

He held your hand and you just followed him, strangely he gave you mixed feelings. At the same time that you felt like you could follow him forever, like he was someone familiar to you, you also felt like you had to run and disappear somewhere he could never find you again.

“What are you?” You asked as you pointed to his costume. An attempt to make the awkward silence disappear.

He looked at you with a small smile and then answered you. “A demon.” He looked very proud. You would feel the same way if you were dressed in a decent costume instead of the crap you were wearing.

“Witch.” You said, pointing to yourself. He laughed and you didn’t know if he was making fun of you or if he just found the situation funny.

It didn’t take long for you to find your way out. You were ready to go downstairs and get some fresh air when Bill grabbed you by the arm.

“I want to ask you something.” He said softly, his voice almost melodic.

After that, everything became a big blur. It was like you were hypnotized, like his presence was clouding your senses. His black, shiny eyes watched you intently while his hands traveled over your body, feeling every part.

No matter the question, you would say yes.

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You couldn't stop the moans and screams that left your lips, even if you tried. Your eyes were cloudy and tears were streaming down your cheeks as you were fucked relentlessly. The danger of being caught made everything more exciting, the excitement was boiling your blood hotter and making the pleasure you were succumbing to intensify.

Bill hadn't just made you say yes to him, he made you beg and beg. Somehow you couldn't explain, he had this sexual aura that drove you crazy just by being in his presence.

And you weren't ashamed to beg for more, with drool running down your lips and tears welling up in those beautiful doe eyes due to the euphoria and boundless lust, and your lips swollen from the kiss, Bill found it hard to resist.

You were holding tightly to the railing of the stairs. Your feet stopped touching the ground minutes later, using the railing to ground yourself. Bill's hips were moving forward and relentless. The head of his cock kept hitting against that familiar spot that made you moan loudly and your body tremble.

You could only let out loud moans, whimpers and screams, your words were incoherent and you couldn't focus on anything other than the sensations that were passing through your body. Bill's well-aimed thrusts made you stupid and with the way that cock in you made your lower abdomen distend a little, he feared you would break.

No. He wanted to break you and you wanted Bill to break you into a thousand pieces and then reshape you into whatever image he wanted.

The thought of Bill breaking you and making you know no one but him had you babbling and begging for the man to go harder. If you were even halfway coherent, you would blush at the way you were moaning like a whore. Loud, desperate and hungry for more. It defied the intensity of Bill’s grunts and hissed curses. He reached down and lifted one of your legs while his other hand remained on your hip, bringing it back to meet his thrusts.

"P-please!" You whimpered, your hands shaking.

"Greedy girl." Bill whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine at how thick, husky, and tight it was. "Even though I'm fucking you into oblivion, reshaping your insides with my cock, you still want more." He whispered sensually, his hot breath brushing against your neck.

You could only let out a moan in response.

"Well then, who am I to refuse you, my love." He pressed a loving kiss to your neck, sucking on the skin. His fangs scraped against your skin, wanting to sink into that excess flesh and pull out the delicious nectar that was hidden beneath it. "Take it then. Take it all."

And you did. Your eyes widened as you let out a choked gasp, your hands kneading the metal railing as they tightened.

Bill's cock was now hammering into you, the pace increasing. You couldn’t help but take it, your eyes rolling back as a steady wave of pleasure mixed with a little pain kept hitting you. If this kept up, you were going to come.

As if he knew exactly what was going to happen, he said, “Let it go.” Burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

It hit you so suddenly that you lost your voice for a second. You let out a choked noise as your body twitched and your legs shook.

Every nerve ending in you lit up like fireworks, your mouth falling open and your body shaking as ecstasy hit you like a train. You couldn’t think, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. Your senses went blank and white noise filled your ears.

But that didn’t stop Bill from chasing his own pleasure. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, pounding the little air you had left in your lungs. His hips never stopped their impulses, still grinding relentlessly against you.

You were whimpering and babbling deliriously like a broken record. You couldn’t see clearly, your pleasure-induced haze clouding any semblance of thought. Your vision was blurred by the constant tears you were shedding.

Bill groaned hoarsely as he continued to thrust into your overstimulated body, his hips snapping against your ass without stopping. The tightness of your pussy around his cock had him approaching his own orgasm, his rhythm beginning to falter and his thrusts disorganized.

Without holding back any longer, Bill sank his fangs into your shoulder, causing you to let out a shrill cry. Around his blood-filled mouth, he groaned loudly as he came, his hips still moving as he painted your pussy with his cum. Some of it leaked out with each thrust of his cock, the squelching noises sinful and filthy. His hips soon stilled, flushed against your ass.

You passed out the moment Bill removed his fangs from your neck, the pleasure too much for you to handle. Bill just laughed hoarsely, his hair disheveled and his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. After so much time waiting and watching you. You had finally said yes to him. Now you were all his, flesh, blood, and soul.

[pepsiboyy]

NIGHT SKY.

(best friends to lovers) pairing: chris sturniolo x reader summary: when everyone has fallen asleep on your camping trip, you and chris stay up and watch the stars with one another. warnings: fluff, talks about insecurities, slight angst a/n: HIIII i haven't posted an actual story in SO long. love you guys, genuinely. please love and enjoy this for the time being!! xoxo, apollo

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"are we almost there?"

chris's vocal complaints were finally coming to an end when we reached our stop.

"this seems good!" nick stated in a proud tone as he plopped the duffel bag he had been carrying into the grass beneath him.

"i still don't know why we're doing this," matt murmered to me, causing me to chuckle.

nick had insisted we go on a one-night camping trip to "get away from everything" for a little while. it was something he saw on tiktok. the triplets invited madi and i to tag along. i had become friends with the boys in high school, and i was close with all of them, but chris and i seemed to gravitate towards one another significantly more.

"i heard that!" nick huffed as he went through their belongings in the duffel bag.

chris slumped beside me, his body immediately making contact with the grass as he took a deep breath. "finally, we can relax." he chuckled as he turned to me.

"i think they um.. might need help with the tent." i giggled as i pointed towards his brothers, who were already struggling with putting it together.

chris huffed and sat up to go help them while madi sat beside me. we made fun of them along the way.

about 6pm rolled around, and nick went through the cooler bag for food.

"alright guys, chris was really excited for this, but he made us all sandwiches." nick stated with a smile as he took each one out, each covered in cling wrap with a name written onto it.

chris clasped his hands together excitedly as he crawled towards them and began to go through them.

"alright... nick, madi... matt, and.. last but not least!" he cheerfully handed me a sandwich with my name written on the plastic. "here ya go."

"what about you, chris?" i asked, cocking an eyebrow.

chris's face dropped.

"no way you forgot to make yourself one." matt mumbled.

"it's okay, i'll share mine with you. i'm not super hungry anyway." i reassured him with a smile, and chris nodded softly.

"right, okay. sorry." he mumbled as he sat beside you.

once everyone had finished eating, we all started to get ready for bed. it wasn't late, but a day of hiking was truly tiring.

it was a summer night, so there wasn't much need for jackets or sweaters. i brought a pair of sweats and a simple black tee. no need for anything more, right?

everyone had fallen asleep, and chris and i were both sitting in silence. but i could tell he wasn't asleep because he wouldn't stop moving.

but then his voice pierced the silence between us.

"you wanna go to the top of the hill?" he questioned, pointing upwards.

there was a small hill beside our setup, and it seemed to be one of the highest things nearby. i nodded softly. "yeah, sure. sounds fun."

we slipped on our shoes and walked up, giggling as we tried our hardest to stay quiet.

"look at that," chris gawked at the view of the city, his eyes widening as he shifted to take a seat.

i gently sat beside him and pulled my knees to my chest.

it was truly gorgeous. the way the lights flickered and the cars passing by looked like ants... it was so bright in contrast to where they were. was that really what they lived in every night?

i turned to chris and felt my cheeks heat up upon realization that his eyes were on me.

"sorry," he quickly murmered as he turned back to the lights in the city.

i chuckled at him and shook my head. "if you think that's pretty.." i whispered before leaning back to lay down against the soft blades of grass. "you should look up."

chris watched me shift and gave the city one last glance before he laid beside me and crossed his arms behind his head.

"wow," he whispered, smiling softly.

i looked at the stars above us... each individually twinkling and providing a sense of warmth.

we sat in silence for a few minutes before chris cleared his throat slightly. "i feel like i'm in a difficult position."

i turned my head towards chris and blinked a few times as my cheeks grew pink.

no, he wasn't looking at me this time. instead he was staring up at the sky. but the moonlight along with the light that the stars provided perfectly outlined his jaw, his cheekbone and the bridge of his nose.

he looked stunning.

"what do you mean by that?" i asked softly, my eyes not leaving him now.

chris seemed to ponder for a moment before he sighed. "i just genuinely have no idea what to do." i stared at him and let him think before he sat up and propped himself up on his arm. "i'm so afraid but i'm so certain." he whispered, but his words came out firm - like he was positive about what he was talking about.

"what do you mean?" i asked, smiling softly at him.

chris didn't smile back. he seemed to really be battling his thoughts. "i have a hard time committing," he stated blankly before continuing, "i feel like i'm useless with things like this, but... i genuinely think i have finally received that push to let that go."

i watched him as he spoke, and finally, his eyes met with mine.

"it's hard, because i can feel myself slipping every single day.. further and further." he sat up and turned to look down at me. "i'm falling in love with someone who had seem me at my best and worst, and i'm afraid of ruining what i have with the person who knows me as well as i do." he whispered.

i felt my heart drop and my eyes widen as i sat up. "chris?" i questioned.

"but it hurts me more than anything that i have to go every single day pretending she's just my friend." he whispered. "but i'm so afraid," his voice cracked.

i listened closely to him. he needed to get his feelings off his chest.

"do you know how hard it is to watch your best friend grow up beside you into the most beautiful and amazing person you've ever seen?" he whispered.

i bit my lip as i nodded and sat up, scooting towards him. i gently reached to grab his hands and hold them in mine. my eyes never once left his. "i understand. because i do the same thing. every single day." i smiled, and chris's expression lit up. "i watch my best friend go every single day, fighting his personal battles and winning every single one of them. every day he's a better person and i admire that."

chris bit his lip as his eyes danced between either of mine. he laughed softly and dropped his head to look down, his bangs covering his eyes. "i just want things to work."

"they will." i whispered, causing chris's eyes to interlock with mine. "because she feels the same way."

chris's fingers gently locked with mine, and he bit his lip as he sniffed. he then pulled me into a tight hug, his nose burying into the crook of my neck.

i chuckled and held him tightly, my fingers gently caressing his hair.

"i can't believe i confessed to you in the middle of fucking nowhere," he mumbled against the skin of my shoulder, giggling softly.

i couldn't see him, but i could tell his face was red with embarrassment.

"better now than later." i whispered as i smiled at him.

chris pulled away and looked into my eyes, his bright blue ones looking even more light with the stars.

"can i kiss you?" he whispered.

i felt my face flush, but i nodded quickly and smiled.

and with that, chris leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, his eyes fluttering shut. he held my hand tightly in one hand while the other rose to rest against my cheek.

the stars glimmered a little brighter from that day onward.

every time i looked up at the night sky, i would think of the night my best friend confessed to me and started a journey we both desperately required, but had no idea was reciprocated.

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[jareaul0ver]

Come With Me

Summary: Nika gets drafted to a team all the way across the country, and you're terrified of what's coming next, but she has everything planned out.

inspired by this request

wc: 917 warnings: angst if you squint, nothing else really pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

After being with Nika for the last three years of your life, spending almost every single day with her, sleeping in her bed every night, you couldn't imagine how life would be if she got drafted to somewhere far from you.

You were hoping she'd be drafted to the Connecticut Sun, so you two could stay together after graduation. If that didn't happen, you at least hoped for a team on the east coast.

Of course, your hopes and dreams were shattered, but momentarily put on pause, when you heard her name called as the Seattle Storm's first draft pick.

Pushing down any emotion but happiness for Nika, you jump up and hug her tightly. "I'm so proud of you." You whisper against her ear. She pecks your cheek before hugging a few others and heading up to the stage.

You can't help but let a few tears fall down your face as you watch her. You're overwhelmed with pride, excitement, sadness - pretty much every emotion ever.

Your girlfriend is going to be a professional basketball player. How many people get to say that?

When she comes back over to you, your arms wrap around her neck and you pull her body close to yours. The two of you have never been much for PDA in the past, but in the moment, neither of you cared.

"I am so incredibly proud of you, my love." You mumble before pressing a sweet kiss on her lips. She can't help the smile forming on her face, and she kisses you back before pulling away.

Her hands settled on your waist and she spoke softly. "I love you."

"I love you, Nika."

The next few days felt like a blur. Nika was packing her things to head to Kelsey Plum's Dawg Class training camp. As you watched her from the doorway of the bedroom, a small frown etched itself on your face.

Nika glanced over at you and saw your expression. She stopped what she was doing and immediately walked over to you. "What's wrong, bebo?"

You shook your head. "You're leaving."

Her hands settled on your waist and pulled you towards her. "Only for a week. Then I'll be back and-"

"And then you have to go to Seattle. Not just for a week or two, but for good." The tone of your voice was sad, and Nika found herself frowning.

"That's only if I make the team." Her thumbs gently stroked the fabric of your shorts her shorts that you stole.

You laughed in a bit of disbelief. "You're making the team, don't be ridiculous." You stared at her and felt your eyes beginning to water. "I really don't want you to go. To leave me." Your voice was low and shaky.

She placed a kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a tight hug. "I don't want to leave you, either. If I could stay, I would."

You sniffled and nodded. "I know. You're just-" You took a deep breath. "You're gonna be so far."

Nika pulled away and looked at you, her soft brown eyes not leaving yours for a second. A brief light lit up in her gaze, and you noticed it. "Then come with me." She spoke quickly, like she was ripping off some sort of metaphorical band-aid.

"What?" You looked up at her.

"Come to Seattle with me. After graduation, we can move out there, and- We won't have to be apart." Her words came out so delicately and you found yourself mentally falling apart.

Uprooting your life and moving to the other side of the country? It sounded insane, almost. "Nika.." But you would do anything for her.

"I'm serious, we can get an apartment- or even a house- and it'll be perfect!" You had never seen her so genuine about something in her life. Your heart was pounding against your chest, you felt like at any moment it would leap out and expose to Nika how she was making you melt.

You stared at her for what felt like forever as you contemplated your choices. You could either go with her after graduation, and live the life you've always wanted with her, even though you'd be throwing everything in Connecticut behind. Or, you could stay here, losing the best thing that's ever happened to you.

You'd lose the one person that kept you grounded, that knew your coffee order without having to ask, knew what temperature you liked the bedroom to be at night. She was the only person in your life that had ever given you so much security to where you felt like, maybe, you just could give up everything else for her.

"Okay." You nodded, tears spilling from your eyes. "Yeah, okay."

Nika could’ve screamed at your answer. "Really?" Her eyes widened and she brought a hand up to wipe your tears. "You really want to?"

“I do.” You sniffled, angling your head to lean into her hand.

Her smile was wide as she leaned in and pressed your lips together, only for a split second before pulling back and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, bebo.” She mumbled.

You tucked your head under her jaw and took a deep breath. “I love you.”

[magicians-abode]

hii!! i first wanted to say that you're doing well and taking care of yourself :) could i request headcanons for chilchuck from delicious in dungeon where the reader is kind of like the bard of the party? and maybe they stay up late writing songs and chil ends up saying up with them? you can do what you like with it other than that but i like sharing ideas (and i love chilchuck :3) i hope you have a good day!! 💜💚

Hiii! I'm so happy to get a request, I forgot how exciting it was to open my askbox and read that someone wanted me to write them something (can you tell youre the first one yet?). I know you asked for headcannons, but I got carried away and ended up making it a fic I believe, by the way I wrote it. I still hope you like it! If not I'll try my best to specifically do headcannons next time if you ask 🌸✨️ (also have a good day too)

"Late Night Songs"

[Chilchuck Tims x Bard!reader]

Warnings: none - gn!bard!reader - fluff

Being the bard of the group was rather hard. Why? Well, writing songs and seeing if they ended up sounding good wasn't easy. (y/n) needed a lot of creativity for that. Luckily for them, they had a source for it: Chilchuck.

Yes, that guy in their group everyone treated like a child sometimes just because of his height. And while it was very adorable, yes, (y/n) saw a lot of depth in his personality.

Tonight they had decided to stay up, which many might say was not a good idea considering the fact they were exploring a dungeon. But they didn't care, they wanted to write, to compose something new.

And so they stared at the sheet of paper in front of them, their instrument by their side as they sat away from the fire so as to not bother or wake up the rest.

Entranced in their thoughts, they didn't notice when Chilchuck stirred in his bedroll to then wake up with a huff at the inability of going back to sleep, sitting up and looking at the fire that had not gone out yet.

That's when with his amplified hearing, he heard the sound of a pen writing down on a paper.

He looked behind him and found (y/n), sitting rather far from them. When had they woken up? Or had they not been able to sleep at all? What were they writing that was so important at this time?

All those questions filled his head as he got up slowly, trying to not make much noise for everyone's sake.

(y/n) raised their head at the sound of rustling and found their muse, standing up and looking at them, now approaching. He rubbed the sleep off of his eyes as he walked to them and sat by their side. —What are you doing up so late?— His groggy voice asked softly.

—I'm trying to write a song, or to at least think of a new melody, but I can't seem to come up with anything— they said as they looked at him, noticing a sleepy smile.

Chilchuck sighed, looking at the rest of the party, all in a deep sleep. —Well I can't seem to fall sleep anymore, I'm really not comfortable with how hard the floor feels today. Mind if I stay up with you?— He took a quick peek at the paper, but saw nothing written. They really had some artistic block, huh?

(y/n) smiled at their question, excited to finally have spend some peaceful time alone with him— Not at all, you might help inspire my new song in fact— they winked, and Chilchuck felt his heart leap in his chest at the gesture. He really hoped the darkness of the night helped hide the embarrassment in his face. It was a simple wink, what was wrong with him? he thought, shaking his head.

He chuckled softly, his gaze moving away from them for a moment in embarrassment— Don't say those things— he rubbed the back of his neck— thank you though, it's... flattering— he admitted with a sheepish smile.

—In fact, you've always been my inspiration. I'm not gonna lie to you— God his heart was about to stop. Had he heard them right? What did that even mean?

—I have?— He didn't know how to ask without looking too excited about it.

—Of course, you're practically my muse— they noticed him staring with slightly wide eyes at their sudden confession.— I don't know but– you just have something that always makes me stare and it makes the inspiration bubble up inside of me— okay today was definitely going to be his funeral. Chilchuck swallowed harshly, a blush definitely burning bright on his cheeks as he kept silent, his brain failing to come up with an answer.

He watched them suddenly gasp and start to write down something on the paper that rested on their thighs. (y/n) mumbled to themselves as they kept writing, a sudden urge of inspiration rushing through them.

They look up again quickly at him, a light in their eyes.— Ah– I almost forgot to thank you.— they smiled at him with sincerity and gave his hand a quick squeeze, at which he just nodded, humming in response as they watched them write down their ideas, praying to whatever deity was out there to make his blush go away.

He would've never guessed he was helpful in more ways than just picking locks and finding traps. But thanks to them, now he knows he is, for (y/n) at least, a source of inspiration. And their heart swelled with emotion and pride at that.

[x0llaz]

First date ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩彡

Sungchan x fem!reader

Pure fluff., cute stuff because I love cute stuff

Wc: 3k

In which YN and Sungchan go on their first official date

Pt 1 here!

It had been a few weeks since the party YN and Sungchan Met at, and the two had spent their time having casual hang outs, and planning their first official date. At least, sungchan was busy planning it, not letting YN in on anything he was planning. As excited as she was, YN felt her nerves growing day by day, as their first official date approached.

“Maybe this was a mistake,” YN said, looking at herself in the mirror. She felt like she spent entirely too long getting ready, that she was putting in too much thought into her appearance.

“Why would it be a mistake?” yunjin asked from the phone. She had been on a call with her friend for two and a half hours, trying to calm her down about the date.

“Because he’s being super secretive about it, and I barely know him,” She sighed, brushing through her hair for the third time. “What if he’s like… a really bad driver!”

“Is that really the biggest red flag you can think of for a guy?” Yunjin laughed at her friend's nerves. “Besides, it’s a first date, if you don’t vibe with it, then don’t go on another. But, you’ll never know unless you try,”

YN sighed. Why did Yunjin have to be right? Why was she so scared of the guy who’s been nothing but nice to her when she’s seen him?

“I can’t do it, I'm gonna fake being sick,” YN declared, walking over to her bed and picking up her phone. When she opened her messages, a new notification popped up.

Channie <3: I’m in the parking lot. Should I come up?

“Fuck,” YN groaned.

“What happened?” Yunjin asked.

“He’s already here, I’m so screwed,” YN stared at the messages.

“If you really don’t want to go, then just tell him that. He’d get the memo.” Yunjin sighed from the other side of the line.

“No, fuck you,” YN said before hanging up the call. She knew she couldn’t back out, she knew she’d have a good time with sungchan, and that she’d regret not going. She grabbed her bag, and texted him back.

YN: I’ll come down

Channie <3: Too late, I'm already in the elevator.

YN brushed through her hair one more time, checked her makeup and heard a knock at the door. She almost ran to the door to open it up, tripping a little on the corner of her bed before regaining her footing and walking to answer the door. When she opened the door, she saw sungchan standing there, dressed up a little more than usual, in a way that makes YN feel less embarrassed that she spent so much time getting ready.

“Hey,” He greeted with a familiar, soft smile.

“Hi,” She gave him a smile back. “You didn’t have to come up, you know. I was gonna be right down,”

“I wasn’t really asking, I was already in the building when I sent the text,” Sungchan smiled.

“Oh, okay,” She smiled, and looked down.

“You ready to go?” Sungchan asked,checking his watch.

“Yeah, sorry,” She nodded and stepped out into the hall, locking her door behind her. “Do I get to know where we’re going?”

“Nope, it’s a surprise,” Sungchan told her, walking by her side as they went to the elevator. “You’ll like it though, I promise,” They stood next to each other on the way down to the main lobby, the silence a bit awkward as they both wanted to say something to the other.

It wasn’t like Sungchan had never been on a date before- hell, it wasn’t like he’d never spent time with YN before. This time, it just felt different. He wanted everything to be perfect.

They walked out to Sungchan’s car, he opened the door to the passengers side for her, and circled around to his seat. He offered her his phone so she could pick the music, and began driving. The awkward silence continued. Both of them wanted to say something, but stopped out of fear that it would make things more awkward than they already were.

Sungchan Kept taking glances at her, looking at her outfit, her hair, the rings on her fingers, anything he could sneak peeks at. He turned his gaze to the road once more, pushing his hair out of his face with the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel.

“It’s a bit of a drive,” He broke the silence. “So get comfortable,” He turned to her with a playful smile that made YN laugh a bit.

“Kinda shady, you know, taking a girl on a ‘first date’ out of town, not telling her where she’s going?” YN poked fun at him, sungchan just laughed and shook his head.

“You just want to make me look like a creep, don’t you?” He smiled, eyes on the road, enjoying the banter. “Our other is McDonalds, make your choice,”

YN rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine, but I better not end up on the news,” The two of them laughed lightly, the silence that followed became comfortable as they fell into rhythm with each other.

Sungchan returned to sneaking glances at her when she wasn’t looking, a small smile on his face as he took her in. He put more effort into this date than he would want her to know- he wanted her to think he was some spontaneous, cool guy. Not a guy who was so hellbent on impressing her that he planned the best route to get there, reserved the nicest spot at the place they were going. He didn’t want her to know how nervous he really was, how nervous she really made him.

YN caught him sneaking a glance at her, both looking at each other for a beat too long before YN turned away. Sungchan focused back on the road, and she could see the little smirk on his face.

“What now?” YN asked, resting her head against the window.

“Nothing, nothing,” He smiled, eyes still on the road. There was a beat of silence before he looked towards her again, finding her already looking at him. “You look really pretty, by the way,” He told her. “I meant to tell you earlier,”

YN tried to hide the blush that crept on her cheeks. “I was starting to wonder when you’d say it,”

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” He flashed his grin before turning to the road once more.

YN looked down at her lap, trying to figure out what to say back. Should she say he looked good? Handsome? Dashing?

“You look pretty too,” She said, wondering if that was the right word. She heard sungchan’s laugh before she turned to look at him. “What?”

“You could’ve just said I look nice,” He told her.

She frowned. “Well sorry-”

“No, don't apologize! It was cute, you did that at the party too,” He told her, reminding her of how she called him cute when they first met. “Besides, I've never had a girl call me ‘pretty’ before.”

“What do they usually call you?” She asked, tilting her head a bit.

“Usually hot,” He shrugged. “But I like Pretty more,”

They smiled at each other.

Silence didn’t resume, the two of them found things to talk about, the awkward tension they arrived with had soon faded away. They found comfort in their conversations, cracking jokes, telling stories, and asking questions until Sungchan parked his car.

He got out first, walking around and opening the door for YN. He offered his hand when she got out, relieved when she took it. They began walking, the area wasn’t familiar to YN, she looked around, taking in her surroundings.

“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going now?” She asked.

“Nope,” He swung their arms, dragging her along. “Just be patient,”

They walked close to each other, Sungchan didn’t stop swinging their arms like a child, as YN laughed at his antics. She kept asking where they were going, to which Sungchan never really answered.

He suddenly stopped them in front of a building, a big glass window adorned with lace curtains, and pretty tables inside. It wasn’t very crowded, and the sound of calm jazz music came from the inside of the restaurant. He gestured to the door.

“Here we are,” He smiled, opening the door for her.

When she walked in she was greeted with the smell of baked goods and freshly cooked food. The restaurant was clean, potted flowers scattered about, local pottery on display, a fresh feeling emanating from the environment. She looked to Sungchan who just smiled, and walked to the hostess.

“I have a reservation for Jung Sungchan,” He said, and YN looked up at him. He flashed her a grin and the hostess looked at her tablet.

“Right this way,”

The two of them followed her through the restaurant. When YN saw a pretty green table with cushioned seats and a small vase holding some tulips, she assumed that was the table he reserved. But when they walked past it, she assumed it must be a larger white table by the wall, soft lights hanging over it. To her surprise, they passed by it too.

When they did stop, they were outside on a beautiful patio, A smooth wooden table with two cushioned seats on either side. The view was of a lush garden, tall trees came up around them to shield them from the sun, a small pond in their sight.

“Your server will be with you in a moment,” The hostess said before leaving the two.

YN was in awe of the scenery, looking around, not noticing when Sungchan circled behind her and pulled out her chair for her. He offered a gentle smile when she noticed him, and sat down. He sat across from her, putting his phone in his back pocket.

“I take it you like it?” he asked.

“It’s…. It’s too much,” she smiled in disbelief, and Sungchan frowned slightly.

“Too much good, or too much bad?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Good! Oh my god, it’s amazing… It's beautiful! I just wasn’t expecting it… like at all.” She could see the relief on his face when she said she liked it. “I really love it, Sungchan,”

“Good,” He smiled, looking at the menu.

“How much did this cost you though? I don’t want you spending all your money on me,” She asked, hoping it wasn’t an exorbitant cost.

Sungchan didn’t want to tell her the cost of their reservation. It wasn’t anything that he couldn’t earn back from work with a few shifts. “Don’t worry about it. It’s money well spent if it’s with you,” He smiled, watching her blush and try to avoid his gaze.

She looked around once more. “How’d you find this place?”

“Do you remember last week when we hung out? You mentioned how Yunjin went out with some of her friends for a day, to this cozy little town that was a bit away, and Yunjin told you about this little restaurant she went to?” He asked.

The week before they had been sitting on YN’s couch, leaned up against each other, Sungchan’s arm draped around her, hand resting on her hip. They had been watching some baking show, which sent YN on a rant about how much Yunjin had bragged about this restaurant she went to with her friends. She was upset she wasn’t able to go because Yunjin showed her a picture of the tiramisu she had, and YN really wanted some.

Sungchan had taken note of the story. The next day he DMed Yunjin asking about the restaurant she had gone to. Yunjin told him she didn’t remember the name, but told him the town they went to.

After getting that, he searched up the town, and spent a good two hours looking through the shops, the restaurants, everything until he found where they sat today. He made his reservation the moment he made sure it was the place, asking for the nicest area they had, and requested extra decoration for a subtle flare.

“You mean the place Yunjin kept bragging about?” YN asked.

“Well I did some digging, and here we are now,” Sungchan told her.

“What kind of digging?” SHe asked suspiciously.

“Months of stalking,” He joked, to which YN rolled her eyes. Their server came in with a basket of fresh bread and butter, filling up their waters and taking their orders. YN ordered a chicken caesar salad with extra croutons and a lemonade, while Sungchan ordered a bowl of Chicken pesto pasta to share, and an iced tea.

YN looked at the flowers, daisies sitting in a painted white vase. She didn’t know Sungchan spent a good while scrolling through her instagram until he found any sign of what flowers she may like.

While they waited for their food, the two of them found themselves in an unintentional game of twenty questions.

“Favorite movie?” Sungchan asked.

“Ten things I hate about you,” She answered.

“Ratatouille,” Sungchan answers.

“Funniest first date experience?” YN asked him.

“It was in like high school, I think. I had a date with this girl, and we were out eating, and then her friends showed up and saw us. They start texting her or some shit, and she ‘goes to the bathroom’ and never comes back. I venmoed her for the money she owed me.” He told her.

“Damn, that’s brutal,”

“Tell me about it,” He sipped his drink. “Your turn,”

“A guy shows up in his work uniform. I don’t think much of it until he checks his phone and says, ‘sorry to cut this short, but my shift is about to start’ and i’m like why would you leave just now? And then when I’m walking out, I see he’s the host of the restaurant. He says bye, and tries to give me a kiss on the cheek,” She told him. “I left a one star review,”

Sungchan burst out laughing. “I thought mine was bad, but damn!” She joined in the laughter.

Soon enough their food arrived, and sungchan scooped out some of his pasta for her, and YN shared some of her salad with him. The two ate, marveling at how good the food really was. YN understood why Yunjin had bragged about it so much. They ate until there was nothing left on their plates except their silverware.

The server came back, and YN expected the check, but instead, two servings of tiramisu were placed in front of them.

“Since you wanted some, I went ahead and ordered it,” Sungchan shrugged, and YN smiled, a genuine grin at the effort he made.

The two ate the tiramisu, YN was in awe of its deliciousness, while Sungchan was just happy YN liked the food so much. When the bill came, Sungchan took it without hesitation, not letting YN have the chance to take it. YN insisted she pay for half, but Sungchan told her he would handle it since he planned it all out. After some protest, the bill was taken back and processed.

When they left the restaurant, they went to an antique store, and YN bought a cute necklace. They shopped around more, there were little boutiques, music stores, produce markets, whatever a person could desire.

They decided to head back when it was around six thirty, arms carrying bags of little goodies they bought, clothes, treats and other baked goods. Sungchan once again opened her door for her, getting into his seat and starting the car. He absentmindedly handed her his phone to pick the music like she did on the way there.

When they started driving, Sungchan let his hand fall to her knee, not really realizing what he was doing, brushing his thumb against her. YN’s eyes widened a bit, glancing over at sungchan as he tried to sneak a peek at her. When he took in her widened expression, he realized where his hand was.

“Is that okay?” he asked, voice quiet, eyes a bit concerned.

YN just nodded, “Yeah, yeah it’s okay,” she gave him a smile.

“You can tell me if-”

“No, dude, really it’s okay, i was just a little… shocked?” She laughed at herself a bit, her hand coming over to rest on his. They gave each other a slightly embarrassed grin, both blushing like idiots.

The drive back to YN’s place was peaceful, but YN couldn’t deny how badly she didn’t want their time together to end. She thought back to the morning, when she was so stressed about how the date would go, not liking it as much as she hoped she would. She was glad she talked herself into going, because if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have been able to go on what had been one of the most successful first dates she’d had.

Sungchan was smiling to himself, his hand had moved to hold hers as he rested it on her thigh. He was glad his hard work paid off, and was happier that YN seemed to have fun while they were out.

The two of them sang along to the songs that played, rolled down their windows to feel the cool breeze against them, smiling ear to ear as they drove. Sungchan wasn’t trying to hide his looked at her, wanting her to know how much she liked looking at her.

When they pulled into the parking lot of YN’s building, they both were hit with the reality that their date had to come to an end. Sungchan held her hand as they walked towards the lobby. They chose to take the stairs this time, trying to squeeze in more time with each other as they made their way to her flat. No amount of stairs could stop them from reaching her floor, and they soon found themselves having to say goodbye.

Sungchan walked her to her door, still holding her hand.

“I had a lot of fun, Sungchan,” She said, a bashful tone to her voice.

“I’m glad, I wanted it to go well for us,” He told her, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thank you, really.” She told him, smiling. “It was perfect… kinda too perfect,”

“Better it be too perfect than sucking, you know?” He said, brushing his thumb against the skin of her hand.

“Yeah, you’re right,”

The silence between them was awkward, looking at each other, unspoken words hanging between them as the tension grew. There was something Sungchan wanted to do.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

YN blushed, coughing a little and looking away in an attempt to hide how flustered just the question made her.

“After the first date? Don’t you think that’s a little fast?” She joked, moving her hand to rest on his chest.

Sungchan got the memo, wrapping his arms around her waist, brushing his lips against her neck. “You made out with me at a Frat-Halloween party, and almost had sex with me on a couch,” he reminded her, pulling back to look at her pointedly.

YN just rolled her eyes. “Just kiss me, idiot,”

“Yes ma’am,” Sungchan mumbled before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. It wasn’t the same, lust filled kiss they shared at the party, but it was just as intoxicating. It was a sweet, soft kiss, one that would mean more to them than a sloppy makeout session.

When they pulled away, they smiled at each other. Sungchan loosened his grip around her and took a step back.

“Does this mean I get a second date?” He asked hopefully.

“Well you gotta ask me first,” YN told him. “And I get to plan it this time,”

“Shouldn’t you ask me, then?” Sungchan teased.

“Fine, fine, sungchan,” She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. “WIll you pretty please go on another date with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” He kissed her cheek. “I should probably go now, it’s kind of late.”

YN nodded reluctantly. “Yeah, probably.” She looked up at him with a disappointed look. “Get home safe, okay?”

“I will,” He gave her hand a squeeze before he began walking towards the elevator.

YN went back into her apartment. She had too much fun on her date, and she realized she just might like Sungchan a little too much to let him just leave again. She poked her head out the door and into the hallway, but didn’t see Sungchan.

Sungchan was reluctant to leave, but didn’t want to push his luck after a successful date. He was just glad for the time they got together, even if he was sad he couldn’t get more time with her.

When his phone went off, he didn’t exactly expect the message he received.

YN: come back up here

Sungchan: you miss me already

YN: yes.

YN: come back pls <3

It was a matter of minutes before YN heard three louder than average knocks at her door. She opened the door to see Sungchan slightly out of breath in front of her. She laughed a bit at his wide eyes appearance.

“Did you run up here?” She asked.

“Yeah, why?” He said, taking a step into her flat, wrapping his arms around her again.

YN just laughed at him. “You’re crazy, dude,” She mumbled against him.

“Only for you,” He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Now what did you want? Other than to see my handsome face again?”

“Do you want to get some takeout?” she offered. “Keep our date going a little more?”

“Say less,” Sungchan smiled as YN dragged him inside further, as they decided what food they should order.

PT 2!!!! I’m glad yall enjoyed part one, so here’s part 2. More coming soon 😚

taglist: @oftenjisung , @vhuteryh, @skzhoe4life, @cheederzchez , @so-lychee , @leehanascent

[krak-jj]

Ask: "Hey i was wondering if you could do a Saiki x reader who loves cats, preferably x male or gn!"

(sorry if i didn't get the ask right all the way, first time responding to one 😅)

KITTY KAT!

saiki k. x male reader.

!lowercase intended for the story!

summary: kusuo didn't like cats to begin with, so why would you bring one to him knowing how he feels.

warnings!

jealous saiki

hope you enjoy!-JJ

(author note at end)

A nice spring day as the birds were singing and the bees a buzz, and flowers blooming.

today, kusuo saiki will be hanging out with his boyfriend, alone for once. he wouldn't say it outloud; but he was excited, to say the least. he hasnt had the time to hang out in a good amount of weeks.

so he was waiting patiently for the man. but when he looked at the time, he realized his lover was five minutes late. which was unlike his loving boyfriend.

but before the pink headed man had time to worry, he heard you approaching the gate to his family home.

as your finger went to press on the doorbell, the door flung open with an agitated looking kusuo on the other side. 'what took you so long?'

"kusuo, im like 5 minutes late. and plus, i brought a surprise!" you said excitedly as he walked over to the gate to let you in. 'you're not bringing that thing in. You know my mom is allergic, right?' "come on, kusuo, just for a little!" 'no.'

"then im not coming in." You said as the orange tabby cat peaked out of your shirt. 'y/n. dont be petty.' "at least get to know the fella before you say no?" 'i'm not doing that.'

kusuo couldn't lie. he didn't care for catsorr dogs. but something about this cat annoyed him. the way it kept talking about you in its head. as if he'd let a stupid cat take you away. how idiotic.

"comon kusuo, look at it!" your voice rang through the psychics' ears as you brought the cats face up next to yours.

'no, and that's my final answer.' his voice rang through your mind. your face dropped as so did the cats. "you're an evil man, kusuo. denying your one and only boyfriend the joy of having a feline companion. how could you?" the brows on your face furrowed .

you saw as the pink hairs above your boyfriends eyes furrowed in. you got him. "just make sure you clean up after it, and it leaves with you. understood?"

his voice rang through your ears for once, which made your heart skip a beat, but then you realized. "Oh hell yeah! thank you so much, ku!" you exclamed excitedly as you passed by him with the cat in your hands.

"good grief."

Masterlist

Hey guys, really sorry for the long as hell and random break. I was experiencing major writers block; then i had gotten this request.

after that i was like BOOM: MOTIVATION. But in the middle of writting i was stumpped. so thats why this took such a long time and is so short. so anon please know i am soooo sorry for how long this took! 🙇‍♀️

[nikipuff]

Hi hi hi! I hope you're still open for request for Adwd! Idk wheter or not to put this before or after their meeting. Imagine MC got blinded temporary and Casper help them quietly and make sure they don't know he was there. Their pet probably would know

I really like your writing so far! So I'm excited to request you this!

A Helping Hand

tags: blind reader, casper is in deep denial at first, the pet's like a bratty child but we love them anyway <3, mentions of death

paring: Casper x Reader

a/n: uarg casper content... casper requests.. save me..... i have so many ronin requests rn and this one made my motivation go up so quickly :3

Casper didn’t expect this when you told him you were injured. It was over call, and he hadn’t heard from you that entire morning. Even though he would never admit it, he was worried about you. Your screen off, your voice was slightly wobbly as you informed him that you would only be able to call for a while.

He didn’t think anything of it. Less time talking to you meant less time being annoyed by your pretty face, your teasing voice, the way that your hair occasionally fell in front of your eyes and how you would blow it out of the way with a lazy smirk.

Yet, when he went to make his attempt on your life that day (today’s plan was a falling book from your shelf), he found you struggling to locate something. Hands flying around as they tried to reach a hair tie that was on your desk across the room.

Being as quiet as possible, Casper crept closer, a sharp inhale escaping him as he saw your face.

Your eyes were covered by…. Something. Patch looking things of some kind. Couldn’t you just take them off and be able to see?

Although, he knew that if you could, you would.

As Casper watched you struggle to complete even the most basic of tasks, he made a decision to help you in any way possible.

Occasionally nudging objects closer to you, making sure that you wouldn't step or touch anything harmful. Heck, he even stopped with his attempts. And you still didn't notice.

But your little pet? They did.

They looked at Casper with narrowed eyes, sticking close to you and refusing to leave your side. It was annoying, to say the least. It took days for them to get used to him, and even more for them to realize that he was trying to help you.

One time as he was preparing you a meal, the little creature came up to paw at him, silently asking for some. And in a gesture of peace, he fed the gremlin some of your food.

Casper knew that he would have to stop doing this soon. It wasn't a good idea to get attached to you in any way, seeing as your fate was decided from the start.

But he couldn't help it, could he?

He wanted to see the way your hair would be tossed into a messy bun, your eyes tired as you woke early. How your eyes sparkled when you looked at something you loved. The sights left him wanting more and more.

Even seeing you do tiny things around the house made Casper want to stay.

Was this his life now? Doomed to love a mortal, just like one of his first friends. By doing so, he was condemning himself to the same fate.

However, you were something worth dying for.

[creedslove]

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: Merry Christmas, besties ❣️

• when you showed up with the Santa costume and a mischievous smile, the first thing Joel said was "no" as he would definitely not dress up as Santa Claus at Christmas

• he just thought it would be so stupid and silly to do that, he was sure everyone would just laugh and make fun of the fact a grown man like Joel Miller would dress as Santa and throw his "hohohos" around and he was not getting himself into that

• but you pouted and gave him the puppy eyes and reminded him how happy the kids would be, the entire family would love to see it, and just to think of his sweet little Sarah happy at the visit of Santa, he felt his heart warm and even if he was still reluctant, he said yes

• as if you needed another reason to be excited about Christmas, now your handsome boyfriend was going to dress up as Santa and make all the kids happy, you couldn't wait and you couldn't even stop talking about it, to the point Joel told you he wasn't going to do it anymore if you didn't shut up

• so when Christmas came, you were so excited about seeing Joel in that costume you couldn't even get to sleep the night before, you were just so happy the moment you saw him leaving the room in his full red santa claus attire you squealed and jumped on him, hugging him so tight and surprising him at your enthusiasm, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you for a small kiss, and you laughed at the fact you'd just kissed Santa

• he had to get back to his role and walked downstairs, a little shy at first but dragging the attention of everyone else to him, and of course that everyone else loved it, cheering and snapping pictures of him, at the same time he kids rushed to him, hugging him tight and celebrating the fact Santa had showed up to visit them

• but when Joel went outside with his Santa attire, the other kids from the street also saw him and got all excited and immediately ran to him, which made Joel have to sit down and talk to all of the kids, let them blabber about Christmas and take pictures with him

• as you watched this entire interaction, you couldn't help but feel your heart clench in so much love it was overwhelming, Joel was such a great guy with kids, he was an amazing dad and even if you already witnessed that on a daily basis with his relationship with Sarah, you felt different, you began longing for him, because if it was up to you, you'd let him put a baby in you that night

• Joel was enjoying it more than he'd like to admit it, it was actually fun to be the spotlight of the party and make the kids so happy, the way they just went crazy and he could see the happiness in their little eyes, it was very rewarding

• not to mention he really enjoyed that kiss you'd previously given him, so when his santa claus duty was finally over, the Christmas party was already dying down, everyone saying their goodbyes and eventually you and Joel were left alone at home and he grabbed you by the waist kissing you deeply and making you giggle

"now I gotta find out if you have been a good or a naughty girl"

• he whispers into your ear and it makes you slap his chest playfully

"change these clothes because I'm going to clean up a bit downstairs, don't be silly, Joel"

• he chuckled but let you go, knowing he had a better plan, so you went downstairs trusting Joel had stripped down from his costume, but the moment you began washing the dishes you heard Joel coming downstairs, assuming he was there to help you

• but when he stood at the door wearing nothing but his Santa hat, his white beard and red boxers; you were shocked to say the least

"have you been naughty or nice, baby girl?"

• he asked with a playful smile, making you drop all the dishes you were washing and walked to him, not believing your eyes, Joel was so playful and the moment he pulled you closer, you simply couldn't resist him, kissing him deeply, even with the beard

• he cornered you against the kitchen counter and lifted you up, wanting to take you right there, it was going to be a long night and he was definitely making you sit on Santa's lap

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