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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 5 days ago

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in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

summary: harry sings your praises in a recent interview, and you’re back with new music; leading to a surprising dm.

pairing: harry styles x reader

vicious speaks: happy valentine’s day!! 💞 mr. styles has officially entered the story!! i hope you enjoy chapter 2 <3 i took creative liberty with one of the lyrics, just so they fit the plot!!

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hsupdates harry gushed about yourusername in an interview today!

“i just think she’s great. she’s an incredible songwriter and seems like a really down to earth person. she’s dealt with a lot recently and handled it with such grace. i can’t wait to see what she does next.” he said. when asked his favorite song by the singer, he said “hope ur okay. it’s so beautiful!” he also got really bashful when the interviewer asked if she’s his celebrity crush and he giggled and said “yeah…yeah, i’d say she is.” what do you think, harries? is a collab in the future?

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fan1 omgggg i know yn’s off social media but i hope she’s seen this!!

fan2 i hope it’s killing that man knowing one of his favorite artists took yns side in the break up

fan3 omg alexandra in the likes!!

⤷ fan4 alexandrasaintmleux please show our girl this interview!!

fan5 fuck a collab, is a RELATIONSHIP in the future???

fan6 he needs to stay far away from yn before she tries to ruin his reputation too

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux you sound ridiculous

⤷ fan7 alex said keep her wife’s name out your fucking mouth

fan8 i just know ynharrysthird is gonna lose it when she sees this 😭 she’s shipped them for ages

fan9 a ynharry collab would be so powerful

ynharrysthird oh. my. God.

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yourusername *taps mic* this thing on? been a minute since you’ve heard from me i know. i had to take a break to focus on healing but i’m back and ready for the next chapter!! you all have been so, so patient and you’ve sent many kind words that have helped me more than you know. as a thank you, i’ve decided to release a lil somethin’…my ep wendy is available everywhere now! 🧚🏼‍♀️

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fan1 MOTHER IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER

yourbff i love you and i’m so proud of you 🥹

⤷ yourusername i love you 🫶🏼

oscarpiastri hey! so this is insane!

⤷ fan2 omg does this mean no one knew about the ep until now???

⤷ yourusername it was top secret 🤫

⤷ yourbff i knew 😌

⤷ oscarpiastri of course you did

⤷ yourbff you hate me cause you ain’t me

⤷ fan3 icon 😭

carlossainz55 do you want me to kill that guy for you, queen?

⤷ yourusername LMFAO

⤷ fan4 CARLOSDKFJGKS

fan5 this ep ruined my entire day but i wouldn’t have it any other way

mclaren 🧡 ♥︎ by author

harrystyles it’s been on repeat all day ❤️ congratulations on a fantastic ep!

⤷ yourusername thank you, harry 🥹

⤷ fan6 HARRY STYLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

⤷ fan7 he said he’s a fan in a recent interview! he even admitted that she’s his celebrity crush

⤷ fan8 harry please shoot your shot and show her how a REAL man is supposed to treat a woman

⤷ fan9 do we think she knows about him gushing about her?

⤷ fan11 congrats yourusername on being one of the few people to get harry to comment more than an emoji

alexandrasaintmleux in this house we eat, breathe, and sleep new yn music

⤷ charles_leclerc real

⤷ oscarpiastri real

⤷ lilymhe real

⤷ alex_albon real

⤷ maxverstappen1 real

⤷ danielricciardo real

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⤷ mclaren real

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⤷ lewishamilton real

⤷ f1 real

⤷ fan11 well between carlos’ earlier comment and now this thread, we know who got yn in the breakup 😭

itsaria so. good. 💞

⤷ yourusername 💗

⤷ fan12 what the hell sure

⤷ fan13 dump lando and date each other

⤷ fan14 what in world is going on

fan15 not you making an ep all about lando after saying you’d never talk about what happened again 🙄 keep his name out your mouth!

⤷ yourusername i never said i wouldn’t sing about it. and just so we’re clear, his name doesn’t leave my mouth in a single song, which you’ll know when you secretly stream them later.

⤷ fan16 yn 😭

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fan1 omg we’re being fed so well

oscarpiastri running to yt as we speak 🏃

⤷ yourusername my #1 fan

⤷ oscarpiastri think that title belongs to mr harry styles if we’re being real

⤷ yourusername pls 😭

alexandrasaintmleux love seeing my wifey everywhere lately 💕

⤷ yourusername 💞

fan2 it’s been so long since we’ve consistently gotten content that i almost don’t know how to act fkgjfjd

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fan1 so pretty 💕

fan2 this pic is very you

yourusername 🌸🌸🌸

fan3 don’t be shy, show us your face

fan4 enjoy your day, king 💞

fan5 came back to this after yns story…you two are totally hanging out today omg

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lilymhe can’t wait to hear how it’s going!! ♥︎ by author

fan1 pause……harry just posted a similar pic

fan2 omg sad i missed you ☹️ i was at that cafe yesterday!!

fan3 ARE YOU WITH HARRY STYLES RIGHT NOW FKGNVKS

fan4 you and harry linking up was everything i wanted but didn’t think i’d get

carlossainz55 🍿

⤷ yourusername ?

⤷ carlossainz55 don’t mind me, just sitting back with some popcorn to enjoy the show

⤷ yourusername 😭

harrystyles 🌸🌸🌸🌸

fan5 MY PARENTS ARE TOGETHER

fan6 pretty flowers 🥰

oscarpiastri interesting…very interesting 🧐

⤷ yourusername hehehehe

yourbff i would kill to see your dms rn 😭

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 5 days ago

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P.S I Love You, 2007

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Notes: Haha surprise I wrote two, ngl this one is a LIL phoned in… anyway in other news my guy THIS MOVE MADE ME CRY SO HARD I was also on my period BUT I SOBBED

You can feel the blush blooming across your cheeks when his smooth voice comes from the phone. You jump a little, not really expecting him to answer which is stupid considering he answers all your calls

“Hey Y/N”

It’s literally so innocent like he’s just saying hello, but his voice drops an octave and you can just hear the smirk that asshole has.

“Hi Eddie, is Buck around?”

“Hmm lemme check” You can hear his feet shuffle as he does a little spin to look around…he’s not really trying and you know it’s because he’s lazy but you’re also like slightly delulu and what if he just wants to keep you to himself on the phone? What if like he wants to keep talking to you?

“No he’s not up here. Did you try calling him?”

No.

“Yeah! But he didn’t pick up… so you know, I called you”

“Mhm. He seems to not be answering a lot lately”

Whoops

“Maybe it’s the signal in the firehouse?” You try “or like maybe it’s just a his phone thing you know? Maybe he has it on silent”

“His phone is never on silent. As badly as we all would like it to be, he literally has that thing up full blast”

“God I know, and it’s just to mess with everyone else!”

“How he ended up with a sister as sweet as you I’ll never know”

Your heart completely just exits your chest, there’s no other way to explain the way it slams right out of you.

“Or as pretty”

You stare at the cookie dough in front of you, blinking slowly and trying your hardest not to flail and scream and melt and like probably throw this scooper right out the window. You continue to short circuit, hand frozen in the air and he chuckles

“You good over there Baby girl? Did you need help with something?”

“Huh” you sound dumb and you know you do and that makes him laugh again and suddenly the phone seems closer to him and his voice is smooth and just downright sexy

“I said, do you need help with something? Why did you call?”

“Cookies”

“Mhm… what about them? Use your words, Princess”

Window meet scooper. Jesus he’s laying it on thick. You fan yourself a little and adjust the phone in your hand

“I- Jesus I’m making cookies, I just- I wanted to know if everyone came in so I’d know how many to make you know?” You finally get out and take a deep breath. Seriously is it hot in here??

“Yeah everyone came in, why are you bringing cookies in?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day! I just thought it would be nice since you guys are all working”

“Huh, it is, isn’t it? I’d completely forgotten about it. Which you know… explains all the hearts and shit Buck has put up around the station”

“And the little bags of candy he made me help him set up last night? Did he pass those out?”

“He did, he did”

You roll your eyes at the phone and set it on the counter, putting it on speaker.

“You’re teasing me, you know exactly what day it is!”

“Just a bit” He laughs and you squeeze your thighs together dramatically “What about you huh? You got somethin’ set up for Valentine’s Day?”

You sigh and let the scooper drop into the bowl, you pull the parchment paper from the cabinet and pull off a piece

“No, I’m probably just gonna go to dinner with Buck or something, I think that’s what he wanted to do, Tommy told him he was busy”

“Oh” You hear Eddie suck in a breath through his teeth

“What??”

“He’s not busy, he’s gonna surprise him. We set the whole thing up”

“Oh! That’s really cute! That’s- that’s nice for them. He’s gonna love it, you’ll have to tell me about it”

The sentence is like okay a little rushed and you’re fighting to hide the disappointment in your voice because….there goes those plans but you know it’s still slightly there.

“You know…. I don’t have anything planned”

You perk up embarrassingly fast and clear your throat awkwardly

“Oh?” You say nonchalantly while you smooth down the parchment paper

“Mhmmm…”

He lets it trail off and you’re glued to your phone immediately. You put the phone back to your ear, while you watch your heart flop around on the floor.

“Okay,” you say awkwardly and he snorts

“You sound closer. You pick your phone back up?”

You roll your eyes and look up at the ceiling

“You know I’m just able to do that now, it had nothing to do with you”

“Yeah okay. It’s fine, I like it when you’re close anyway”

You get the scooper ready to launch into your second window when he clears his throat

“So if you’re not busy, and I’m not busy… maybe we can be not busy together? I figure everything is probably like booked so why don’t we get some takeout and you can home with me when you bring the cookies in?”

“Eddie are you-“

“Asking you to be my Valentine? I sure am Sugar”

You melt into a little puddle on the floor, like in cartoons and nod into the phone

“Okay, sure I’ll be your Valentine… what about Buck?”

“What about him? I’m just helping him out by taking care of his sister, he’d be so worried about you being alone. You know I expect a cute little card too right?”

You giggle and shake your head “You want me to make you a Valentine?”

“Oh a hundred percent, if we’re gonna do this we’re gonna do it right. I’ll make you one too”

“So…. Valentine’s Day with your best friend’s sister and staying in huh? Sounds pretty boring to me” You tease, and he huffs

“Sounds like a damn good time to me, wear somethin’ cute for me okay?”

You nod fast, unable to say anything even though he can’t see you, and you can hear the smile in his voice because he knows what you’re doing

“Good girl. I’ll see you later, gorgeous”

Eddie had been sweating that entire phone call.

It was so much easier to make you blush when you couldn’t see him flailing around and cringing at every single sentence that came out of his mouth

“Wear something cute for me?”

Hen looks at Eddie and he crumples onto the couch, slapping his hands over his face

“Shut up. God, please shut up”

“You did great! I told you she’d be your Valentine”

“Buck is going to kill me”

“I’m pretty sure he’s going to be way too occupied with Tommy to even think about what you two are busy doing”

“What if I fuck this entire thing up? Like what if she thinks I’m weird or something?”

“I highly doubt she’s gonna think that, she was eating up every word Eddie, it’s gonna be okay! Just remember what we practiced”

Eddie didn’t normally have anxiety, he doesn’t freak out. He’s always calm and level and thinks things through.

Except when it came to you. Because other freaking parts of his body wanted a say in things when it came to you and not just his heart, which he also frequently ignored.

He spends the next part of the afternoon lying on the couch with his head in Hen’s lap, where she pats his head and tries to reassure him and when it’s her turn to fill up the truck, Chimney replaces her and tells him about all the smooth ways he got Maddie’s attention. He also helps him make his Valentine for you, it's two poorly drawn stick figures with hearts around them in puffy paint. He wasn’t even aware they had those in the cabinets.

Is it… embarrassing when he knows the minute you’ve arrived at the station? He knows the sound of your shoes, his favorite shoes, it’s not weird, it’s not. Because Technically everyone around here has the same shoes so you know, someone with a different pair totally would make a different noise… especially if they were those shiny pink platform heels with the big pink bows on the ankle

He didn’t expect you to dress up when coming to the station and he’s not sure why, but now that he’s coming down the stairs to all the buzzing he can just see the top of your head and the cute new pink beret he’d gotten you for Christmas and his knees feel weak.

He sticks his hands in his pocket and walks over slowly. Remember, calm, cool and controlled, just like he’d practiced with Hen.

Buck finally lets you go and Eddie has to stop in his tracks to keep from freaking jumping you.

“What’s got you all dressed up?” Buck pinches the cropped pink cardigan you’re wearing while Bobby takes the tray of cookies from your hands and you glare up at Buck

“It’s Valentine’s Day! I just… I wanted to dress up, you know? Look cute…” Your eyes wander to Eddie when you say that and he bites his lip, looking away from you.

“You don’t think the mini skirt is overboard? Or this??” He tugs at the straps of your satin cami and you blush darker, pushing at his chest

“I’m a grown woman Buck. I can look cute okay? Especially for today”

“Okay but this- this is overly cute. I’m your older brother! Your flesh and blood! It’s my job to protect you”

“I’m adopted”

“I’m your older brother! It’s my job to protect you! Eddie go get my coat”

Eddie, who’s been staring at the way your thick curves fill out that tiny skirt and the way those little bows on your tights all face perfectly straight, you’d paid attention to every last detail and he wonders just how mad you’d be if he ripped them apart…

“Hello?? Earth to Eddie?? I need my backup here” Buck literally has his arms around you now, squishing you to his chest so no one can see you

“Buck!!” You squeak trying to push him away and Eddie rolls his eyes

“One coat, coming up”

He goes over to the racks, stopping in front of Buck’s before his eyes wander over to his own…

“Fresh from the cleaners” He tosses the coat at Buck, forces your arms into it and squeezes it closed over your chest and you groan loudly.

“Buck this is stupid!”

“No it isn’t! Eddie tell her it isn’t!!”

“It’s not stupid” He agrees, and your mouth drops open, “I think you look good in my coat”

You stop fighting Buck, who’s adjusting it on you to keep your bare skin covered and stare at Eddie. His tongue comes out to wet his lips and you hide your face in Buck’s shoulder

“See! There we go all nice and cov-“

Buck is interrupted by a call from Tommy, and Eddie comes over, taking your hand and tugging you away from him

“You want me to come outside?? Awwww can’t spend the day without seeing me huh?” It really doesn’t take much to distract Buck and he’s heading out of the station to go find his surprise, forgetting about you and your virtue.

“You know, I don’t normally agree with his fashion choices… but this?” Eddie’s hands snake around your waist, squeezing lightly and pulling you closer to him

“I think I like you in my jacket”

“I think I like being in it” You respond quietly and he grins and gives you a little kiss on the nose

“My shift is over in 10 minutes if you wanna go upstairs and wait for me”

You nod and he watches you walk off, his coat hangs from your shoulders and he can feel his pants tightening with every step you take.

Tonight was going to be interesting.

To say you look good in Eddie’s front seat is probably the biggest understatement of the century. After talking things over with Buck who literally shoved you into Eddie’s arms and hastily whispered for a rain check on Valentine’s Day and begged Eddie to hang out with you, you both eagerly sent him on his way.

He gave you the biggest hug and dramatically kissed Eddie’s cheek before running off to whatever his boyfriend had planned for them.

“So I ordered ahead, so it would just be a quick pick up” His throat feels dry when he speaks, and he clears it before reaching over and taking your hand in his, you gladly latch onto it and put your head on his shoulder

“Okay yeah, that sounds fine… oh! Wait!” You let go long enough to search through your bag and pull out a small card, there’s a glittery heart in the center that says his name in the middle and his heart slams into his chest

“You made that for me Sugar?” His voice is so sweet and you bite your lip, looking at it in your hands

“You told me to make you one so I did”

“You listen so well” He cups your chin and you melt into his hand, leaning into it he strokes your cheek with his thumb before pulling away

“Did you make me one?” Your eyes don’t meet his and he grins at your shyness, squeezing your hand

“Mhm, I did… I hope you like it”

He nods to the glovebox and you open it, giggling when you pull the card out

“Oh my god, I love it!!” You squeal and hold it to your chest “Eddie! This is cute!”

“You really think so?” He can’t keep the nervous edge from his voice and you turn to him and nod happily excited to reassure him

“It’s perfect Eddie! I love it” You look at the card in your hands and absolutely melt all over it again and he blushes even deeper

“I’m glad you like it, even if it’s a little silly I wanted to do it for you” He pulls into the Chinese restaurant and parks, he doesn’t get out yet, just watches you enjoying yourself and it makes his heart race

“Do you wanna come in with me?”

“Okay!” He helps you out of the truck and takes your hand again as you walk in together. The place is understandably busy and Eddie pulls you over to a little corner to wait, a girl comes up and asks for his name for the order and leaves again to go grab it.

“So how was your day?”

He pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you, you put your chin on his chest and he runs his hand over your hair

“It was good, I really enjoyed the cookie part” You giggle and Eddie nods along, listening to you talk about how you had to go to three stores for the specific new pan you needed, and that you almost ate it in the parking lot

He snickers and you whack his chest and roll your eyes

“Any freaking way… what about you?”

You settle into his arms and he just wants to throw you on the seat next to you and spread your legs. He wonders what you taste like… what kinds of sounds you’d make...

“Eddie?”

“Hm?” He mumbles and you stand on your toes and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek

“I said, how was your day?”

“Uh-it- it was”

Thank god the girl from earlier keeps him from sounding like a complete idiot. She hands him the bag and wishes them a happy Valentine’s Day

“Your girlfriend looks so cute I added in the chocolate fortune cookies!” she says with a wave and your cheeks light on fire

“Oh! I’m-“

“She does look pretty cute, doesn’t she?? Makes me want to get home even faster. Have a good night!”

He pulls you out with him and you hide your face in your hands and jog all the way to the car. Eddie laughs and follows after you

“Baby I don’t think that’s exactly safe”

“No. No, you let the car hit me! You take me out with it right now!”

His head falls back with a sharp laugh and he gets to the truck and opens your door for you

“You’re literally so dramatic”

“Your mom is so dramatic” You stick your tongue out and he steps into the truck and grabs your chin, pressing his lips to yours. You short-circuit and he pulls away with a smirk, letting his hand fall around your neck.

“Anything else?”

You shake your head and he kisses your forehead

“Good girl”

If you told Eddie that his day would end in having you on top of him on his couch and making out like a couple of teenagers he’d probably laugh in your face.

But here he is, running his hands over your sides and pulling you against him while you’re whimpering above him and slowly grinding your hips into his.

After dinner, he’d turned the lights down low for the movie, made sure you were nice and pressed against his side.

And then he put on a horror movie.

He saw how uneasy you were when he started flipping through the horror section and he knew he was on the right track

“You ever seen Friday the 13th?” He looks down at you and your slightly paled expression

“Uhhh no? No I haven’t…”

He can hear the nervousness in your voice and he grins wickedly before hitting play

“Oh cool, you’re gonna love it”

You most certainly do not love it. You’re about 45 minutes in and you haven’t come out of your hiding place in Eddie’s arms once. You can hear the gore on the screen and you jump every time it splatters

“Are you okay?” Eddie chuckles and you finally look up at him. His heart immediately tanks and he almost feels guilty when he sees your panic-stricken face

“Oh me? Oh, I’m good! Don’t worry!!”

God, you sound cute when you’re scared.

“You sure honey? You look a little…freaked out” He runs a finger over your cheek and you lean into it

“I’m fine!! Really! W-we can keep watching”

“If you’re sure…”

He pulls away again and turns on the movie and he knows you try so hard to be brave but the second Jason comes back on screen you shriek and hide right back in his shoulder. He laughs and pauses the movie again, feeling your body trembling against him

“Awwww Y/N” He turns to you and pulls away a little and you stay in your ball “Come on baby look at me”

You look up at him with little tears in his eyes and he can’t help but coo over you, he laughs a little and cups your face, kissing your eyelids

“You could have asked me to turn it off,” He tells you, running his thumbs over your cheeks and wiping away your tears

“No, no it’s okay I-“

You can’t even finish the sentence and he grins before kissing your forehead and nuzzling his nose against yours

“We can shut it off if you want to baby, if it’s too much for you” His hands slide from your face to your waist and he manages to pull you into his lap.

“I’m not a baby” You roll your eyes and he leans back against the armrest, appreciating the way you look on top of him

“I know you’re not”

“Okay so! I can… finish the movie”

He reaches forward and you lay on his chest, snuggling into him and he hits play again. His fingers trail down your spine and he’s actually a little worried you might make it to the end of the movie…

Until he looks down at you and your eyes are shut tight. He chuckles and pauses the movie again

“Hey…look at me Sugar”

You look into his eyes and he smirks, settling his hand on your lower back. He rubs your back soothingly, and you seem to relax against him

“You know… we seriously don’t have to watch this movie anymore. I can think of other things that could entertain us”

“Other things huh?” You say quietly and he cups your cheek

“Mhmmm…” he drags his thumb over your bottom lip and you blush

“Interesting proposal…” He feels your thighs spread as you settle on top of him and he bites back a groan

“I just really want to get your mind off of things… since you’re so scared”

“How noble”

He holds your hips and pushes you up a little higher so you’re fully face-to-face. You lean down and brush your nose against his and he growls and nips at your ear. You giggle and pull away again before leaning back down and kissing his nose

“It doesn’t have to be all the way… I’m not that promiscuous… but you know-“ He rubs your back again and you nod along with him

“Maybe we just make out?” You offer and he smiles oh so innocently, like this was all entirely your idea

“If you’d like…” He shrugs and you shake your head

“I would like, very much so”

And that was what brought him to now, completely spaced out in a world of your bliss and thoroughly enjoying the seductive way you tangled your tongue with his. How you dragged your tongue along his teeth, exploring every inch of his mouth while he eagerly did the same.

He keeps his hands splayed across your lower back, urging you to keep grinding on him. He nearly had a heart attack when you let him pull your skirt up around your hips so he could feel your tiny panties grinding against the front of his jeans. He moans quietly and that seems to spur you on, you reach between the two of you and shyly start to unbuckle his pants

“Whatcha doin’ there cutie?” He presses hot kisses down your throat and you shiver

“Just kinda wanna feel a little more of you I guess” You moan his name breathily and he reaches down with you, helping you get him out of his jeans. He unzips the side of your skirt and you let him push it down over your hips. He snickers and you blush, looking down.

“What??”

“These are cute as hell” he snaps the band on your g-string with the open heart on the front and pointedly ignores the fact that you’d apparently taken great care with your Valentine’s preparations.

“Is that all that’s cute?” You sit up, change the angle of your hips and let out a shuddering breath. He shoves his boxers down his hips and fists his cock, pulling it out of his pants and stroking it slowly. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head and he grins, rubbing his thumb over the tip and smearing his pre-cum over it.

“You looked so pretty today, coming into the station… you wore that just for me? Those fucking heels were just for me?” He’s panting as you both get off together, you grinding on his thigh and him jerking off to your bouncing tits

“It was all for you,” You say breathlessly and start to inch your way up his body. You place your palm on his chest and pull your panties to the side and he watches with eager curiosity.

It’s embarrassing the way he literally almost bursts right there, while you drag your clit over his tip and between your folds, and he can tell from the high-pitched gasp that you feel exactly the same way.

Your head falls forward and you moan in unison. He grabs your hips and helps you move on his cock, both of you panting and gasping, his cock catches on your hole with each thrust and you squeeze your thighs together and try not to let him sink deep inside you.

You scratch at his chest and he yanks you down against him, holding you to his chest. You squeak and let him crush you to his chest with each thrust of his hips, you cry into his shoulder and bite down and he growls into your ear

“I’m so close, fuck Eddie I’m so close” You cry for him and he plants his feet on the couch and pistons his hips against yours, you can feel his tip poking in and out of you each time and if you went any longer you’d lose your damn mind and put it inside you

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing over you and sending you spiraling backward. You moan his name loudly and he’s got you locked into his chest as he growls out your name and finishes between the two of you. Your hips slip and stutter against his as he just keeps coming and coming and you’re left a soaked mess.

You blink back the stars in your eyes as you come down slowly. He rubs your back again, more so patting it as he floats back down to earth with you.

“Holy shit” You pant into his neck and he nods with you

“You can say that again…” He smacks his hands on your ass and you yelp “fuck could you say that again” He grinds your hips into his and you whimper, your thighs shaking.

“Holy shit” You whisper in his ear and he smirks, suddenly getting up and you squeak and scramble to hold onto him. He pulls away just enough for you to see the fire in his eyes, that dark cloudy stare that lets you know this was only the beginning.

“How does round two in my bedroom sound?”

#words by rhys #rhys writes #911 x reader #eddie diaz #911 fox #eddie diaz x reader #911 show #911 abc #911 fic #911 #911 fanfic #valentine’s day 2025 #valentines day

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maladyinpink · 6 days ago

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🔊 RAINY DAY SOIRÉE ♥︎♠︎- Haz/bin Ho/tel Wav - ♡-Day Special

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Hi All!...HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! I'm nervous as hell but excited to share my first wav, this Established Husker/Dust Special, with you guys! ART PAGE/MAKING OF

RAINY DAY SOIRÉE - An/gel Du/st comes home from the studio in a hellstorm to find poor Hu/sk, snuggled up with Fat Nuggets and coming down with a cold in his muzzle. The spider affectionately takes care of his bartender beau, but not without catching it himself...Lil vignettes of Husker/dust's shared sick day and soft caretaking.

CW: Long depiction of shared illness, breathy vocal build-ups, loud deep cold sneezing, contagion, higher pitched cold sneezing fits, snotty/honked nose blowing, dry coughing, snzart visuals, blessing, kissing, emotional comfort, spoilers for the Great Gatsby and lots of fluff.

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Script, if you guys want to read along, is below...Enjoy!

~ Love, Pink

♥︎♠︎ - Rainy Day Soirée - Script.

(Scene 1 - ANGEL DUST enters the front door of the Hotel in one of the Pride Ring's thundering hellstorms under his Pink umbrella. It's early evening and the lobby is suspiciously empty.)

ANGEL: *Shudders* It's wetter than dick out there!...Shit…Hello? Anybody home?

(Hanging up his coat, ANGEL heads upstairs and unlocks the door to the room he shares with...)

ANGEL: Husk…Honey?...You in here?-

(He's greeted by Fat Nuggets! The hell-hog scampers off the bed and across the floor to see his Daddy at the door)

ANGEL: Hey! My Sweet Boy!...Lookat'chu Bastards, you an' Papa havin' a snuggle, without me…Traitors.

(Yawning deeply, HUSK is still waking up, grumbling to himself about being woken up by a pig and stretching just like an Old man should. ANGEL coos to Fat Nuggets.)

ANGEL: Uh-Oh…Did we wake Papa?...Yeah, we woke Papa…(then to HUSK) Hi, Baby.

HUSK: (Just noticing his partner, tilts his head) Hm- Hey Legs…Damn, y'home early?

ANGEL: Yeah, just pick up shots today (Not really, by pick up shots, he means his scene partner picked him up and pinned him against the wall, he doesn't want HUSK to worry though.)

HUSK: (always concerned when it comes to the studio, but doesn't want to press ANGEL) Oh…um…Y'okay?

ANGEL: (Can't lie, sadly, but tries to reassure) Just uh…the usual...B-But I'm okay, m'fine. (Starts to laugh and ramble)...Actually, it was kinda funny…Long story short, the last scene- Val wants to get the climax again…and again…AND again. What a set of pipes on the poor motherfucker, screamin' to high heaven!...But, uh- Val got called into a meetin' with Vox, thank god…Shoot got cut short an'...Well, most workin' wanted to head home before the storm got bad…

(He trails off...Usually HUSK would respond somehow...ANGEL notices HUSK scrunching up his muzzle and squeezing the bridge of his nose with two fingers, as if he's in pain. He tenderly approaches.)

ANGEL: S-shit…Are you okay?...You ain't lookin' so hot.

(HUSK waves ANGEL off)

HUSK: M'fine…S'just a headache…

ANGEL: (know's he's been given bullshit) N-No No, there's somethin' else…Whaddya not tellin' me…Whaddya hung over?-

HUSK: HUH'ETSH'SHOO!

(ANGEL startles at the intense sneeze and Nuggets squeals, running under the bed. HUSK sniffles and wiggles and clicks his muzzle.)

ANGEL: Jesus!...Honey?! What the fuck was that?!

HUSK: (out of breath, and a little flustered.) Whew, Sorry…'Scuse me…Didn't mean to scare ya.

ANGEL: Next time warn a gal…It's just, heh-…Y'never do that…Come to think of it, I don't think I've heard ya so much as sniffle before?

HUSK: W-whaddya talkin' 'bout…Everyone…(Trails off) S-s-s…..sn-...Sneezes…

ANGEL: (scoffs) Yeah?...Not like that…

HUSK: HEH'ISHH'HOooo!

ANGEL: (starts laughing and mimics Husk's low growly sneeze) Achoooo!

HUSK: Oho! Y'think that's funny?...Laugh it up, Smartass…L-laugh…Hhhh- Goddamni-EH'RTSH'SHOO!...Motherfucker.

ANGEL: (still laughing, but sympathetic) It's…a little funny….Bless you!..H-honey, are you okay?

HUSK: Figures…Now I'm gettin' a cold, now that the seasons pickin' up.

ANGEL: Aww, my poor baby...That's why y'closed up shop so early, huh?

HUSK: Charlie said I was lookin' a lil…hhh… hhh...Peaky…Shit wasn't my choice.

(HUSK lets out a raspy sounding cough and leans back to monstrously sneeze again.)

HUSK: AH'RKK'HOOO!

ANGEL: Ah, Salute! Here…Blow the Thompson on the end of your face hon. (He offers a tissue box from the nightstand)

HUSK: …Thank you baby…(into tissue) AH'ITSH'IUUU…Ugh, Christ…

ANGEL: (unable to keep from laughing, lovingly mocks again with similar inflection)...B-B-Bless you!

HUSK: Very funny Ange…Real fuckin' hilarious…Alright, C'mere y'little shit!

(HUSK starts to tickle ANGEL's arms. The couple both start laughing.)

ANGEL: No!...No…I'm sorry!…H-Honey that tickles!...

HUSK: (growls playfully) I gotcha!

(Both laugh)

ANGEL: Husk!...Husk, Uncle!

HUSK: (listens, satisfied) Hm…That's whatcha get sweetheart.

ANGEL: (fondly) You're a sadist…M'sorry y'sick honey… (leans down and plants a kiss on the top of the cat's head, then notices a book in his paw) …Hey, whatcha readin'?

HUSK: …Gatsby (The Great Gatsby by F. Scott. Fitzgerald)

ANGEL: Ooh, t-that one…Uh…(suddenly a little embarassed, nervously laughs)...Y'know, s'funny…I ain't never read it?

HUSK: Sweetheart, you've never read The Great Gatsby?

ANGEL: I know, I know…S'crime against literature or somethin'...Y-you tell me, if y'think I'da had time between all the heists n' highs for a few chapters

HUSK: Y'got time now, don'tcha? (Sniffles) Why don't we read it together?

ANGEL: (hopeful) Really?

HUSK: Yeah!...I mean…I've read it a hudred times, but….I'd love to see it through your eyes.

ANGEL: Alright, babycakes…But uh, blow y'muzzle first, I can hear ya, gettin' all stuffy.

(HUSK honks a hefty blow into a tissue. Key word being honk.)

ANGEL: Alright, Mother Goose! D'ya wanna start the story or should I?

HUSK: I ain't got the energy to put up with this shit, dickhead…

ANGEL: Alright, Jackass! I'll take care of it, just listen to the Soothing sounds of my voice...

(He clears his throat and starts the book.

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(Scene 2 - The next time we see the pair…It's the next morning. ANGEL is in bed and is woken by a loud nose blow and growly bellowed sneezes coming from the bathroom. ANGEL stretches and cranes his neck to look at the bathroom door.

ANGEL: (called out) Bless you!

(The bathroom door opens and a pathetic looking bartender enters, looking exausted.)

HUSK: M'sorry, did I wake you?

ANGEL: Oh baby, nonsense!...You can't help that. You're sick….(clears his throat, still waking, hesitates to ask)...Uh, how's the head?

(HUSK just deeply coughs and raises his eyebrow at the wording. Anyway, ANGEL already knows the answer.)

ANGEL: Y'know what- …don't answer that, uh…I'm gonna go downstairs an' make us some tea.

HUSK: (childlike, pleading eyes)...With bourbon?

ANGEL: (Agreeing) With. Bourbon.

(ANGEL fiddles with the kettle in the kitchen, filling it up with water, putting it on the stove, turning on the burner…He feels something creeping up.)

ANGEL: Heht'ktsh'iew!...Damn…Niffty needs to dust 'round here.

(He hears the door creak open and feels something ELSE creeping up. Needless to say, it's not HUSK.)

ANGEL: Oh, honey?...It's okay, I got it under control you can just go back to bed.

ALASTOR: …Are you quite sure?

(ANGEL startles and rolls his eyes once he sees ALASTOR, but politely replies and resumes watching the kettle.)

ANGEL: Yeah...G'mornin' to you too, Al.

ALASTOR: My my! Someone's broadening their palate!...It's rather funny, usually you'd be schmoozing a mimosa out of our esteemed bartender…But here you are! Making…what smells to be a morning cuppa of chammomile- Or a double. How domestic…What's the occasion?

(ANGEL keeps his reply short, cold and brisk. He's never liked how AL treats his boyfriend and knows AL probably already is well aware, but wants the satisfaction.)

ANGEL: Well our esteemed bartender is playin' hooky today, he's got a real bad cold…(then realizes he can use this to his advantage) Y'don't wanna risk gettin' it Al, y'should probably keep away…like far far away.

ALASTOR: (Sees right through) Come now Angel, you can rest assured that I have no desire to hang around such pestilence. But I also trust that you'll inform Husker of his responsibilities and how he'll be making up for lost time…(He presses the laugh track on his staff)...I must say, I never took you as the caretaking type.

ANGEL: (Ignores the bite, sighs fondly) Well, someone's gotta take care of the big lug…(then bites) Lord know's you won't…Eet'Tschuu!

ALASTOR: (knowingly) Well! Seems as though pot just met kettle, and with that, I'll be on my merry way…(darkly) Seems as though disgusting affections are in the air…among other things.

(In an instant, AL leaves and the kettle begins to screech. ANGEL growls to himself in Italian.)

ANGEL: Stronzo di Fragole!…Hhh…Aat'tshew!

(Back upstairs in ANGEL's room, ANGEL sets the tray with two mugs and another box of tissues down on the bed and sits down.)

ANGEL: (tenderly) Here ya go, Babycakes. Careful, it's hot.

HUSK: (coughs sleepily)...Thank you, Sweetheart.

ANGEL: D'aww, you are welcome!...So uh, where did we leave off?

HUSK: (coughs) Page 41, the big party.

ANGEL: Okay…'I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house'-…'Scuse me…Sorry…Heh…Heh…Ih!…Ihh'eck'iew!...Heh'ish'uu!

HUSK: (chuckling) Uh-oh…Bless you!...Tissue?

ANGEL: Yeah I'b…I'm fine, Honey…Thanks…(tries to start reading) 'I belie- (sputters and coughs)...

HUSK: (gently) Are you okay?

ANGEL: (insistant)…I'm okay! 'I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house…I believe I was-' (takes a deep breath, he is feeling awful and…is about to sneeze again)...Shit-

HUSK: (worried) Angel?

ANGEL: Eh…Eh- Sorry, I'm…I'm godda sneeze!...IT'Tshuu!...Its'Shhh-Oh fuck me sideways!

HUSK: Bless you…Are y'sure you're okay?

ANGEL: I'm fide?….heh…I'm fide.

HUSK: (smirks) Uh-huh, okay…5…4…3…2-

ANGEL: ahh'eeehhhehh'heh!-...ISH'UU!...aghih hhhdihh…ICK'HIUU!

HUSK: Bless you, Sweetheart.

ANGEL: (long sniffle, finally admits)...Baby?...I think I'm catching ya sniffles.

HUSK: (sarcastically) Really, y'don't say?…

ANGEL: Hht'tsh'iuu!

HUSK: (chuckles fondly)...Bless you…Y'know, this isn't how I imagined we'd spend our first day off together.

ANGEL: (coughs) Me neither…(blows his nose) Thought we'd have a glamorous date…Night out on the town…Er- somethin'...

HUSK: Well, we can still do that…With Daisy, Nick an' Gatsby…What's more glamourous than a grand soiree?

(ANGEL blows his nose again, a loud honk)

ANGEL: (sarcastically, glumly) Oh yeah, Honey…Real Glamourous.

(HUSK tries to think of a way to cheer up Angel and gets an idea.)

HUSK: Hold that thought…

ANGEL: Husk?…Whatcha doin'?

(HUSK gets up and starts to mess around with ANGEL's record player. Looking through the collection of vinyls, he finds one that they'd both enjoy. Glenn Miller's 'Chatanooga Choo Choo' starts playing and HUSK starts to sway and kick his feet a little, then does a little Charleston step.)

ANGEL: What are you doin'...Are you…dancin'?

HUSK: Eh…How's that for Glamour?…'Scuse me, sir?

ANGEL: (laughs) Who me?

HUSK: Couldn't help but notice…Y'seem a bit…sniffly-

ANGEL: (still laughing, loving this bit) No shit, it's your fault!

HUSK: -But otherwise…Absolutely beautiful. I'm a bit sniffly myself…(feigns surprise) We have so much in common!

ANGEL: (laughs) Y'so cheesy...

HUSK: I would love nothing more than to dance with you…Whaddya say?

(ANGEL gets up and takes HUSK's arm, joining the bit as they begin to sway gently to the music)

ANGEL: Well sir, I'd love to…But between you an' me?...Keep this on the downlow, Y'don't wanna let my grump of a boyfriend know that I'm dancing with such a gentleman.

HUSK: Well, I dunno this fella…But if he's doin' anything right, I think he'd just be happy to see you happy.

(The two dance and sway in their pajamas for a while, wrapped in eachother's arms)

HUSK: One…Two…-....Hhhh

(ANGEL notices HUSK's twitching and hitching and offers to help.)

ANGEL: Honey?...Y'okay? Y'need a tissue?...A tissue?

HUSK: AH'ICKHH'HIOOoo!

ANGEL: Yeah, that's what I thought…Bless you Ol' Man.

HUSK: Uhhh….Th- Thank-....Tha-...uhh'ITSH'hooo

ANGEL: Salute, Mio Caro…Here.

(HUSK takes the offered tissue)

HUSK: (stuffily) Thank you baby…(he coughs amd hitches as another big painful sneeze is coming)...HEHRK'HOOOOOOO!

ANGEL: (clicks his tongue, sympathetic) Bless you!...I think that's our cue to get back in bed baby.

♥︎♠︎

(Scene 3 - Hours of reading later. The couple has reached the big twist of the heightening drama of the book. Daisy Buchanan was the one driving the car that hit Myrtle Wilson. Jay Gatsby, who's in love with Daisy, will take the blame. ANGEL's heart and weakened immune system cannot take this.)

ANGEL: (floored, heartbroken) Husk…No…No, it was Daisy?!

HUSK: (knew this was coming) Daisy was drivin' baby...

ANGEL: No!...She did it?...N-no!...Fuck no! (Throws the book) Goddamnit! (A coughing jag starts)

HUSK: Easy!...Easy, Jesus Christ…Breathe, baby, breathe…Are you okay?

ANGEL: (carries on) An' he's just gon' take the fall for her sorry ass…Oh my god! (Way too into the story.)

HUSK: (laughs a little at his partner's passion) I know…I know-...Shit Angel are you cryin'?

ANGEL: (He is. Emotional, sniffling)...S'just so fucked up.

HUSK: Easy now…I know…But that's the beauty of it…ain't it?

ANGEL: (crying, looks up, confused) B-beauty?...Of someone bein' a selfish bitch an' ruinin' lives?

HUSK: Nah, Ange, The beauty of the story…is in it's honesty…Shows us the darker sides of love…An' how far an fucked folks'll get protectin' it.

ANGEL: (quiet) Husk?…Husk.

HUSK: What's wrong lovebug?

ANGEL: (sadly)…Would you do that for me?...Would ya..t-take the fall?

HUSK: (nonchalantly) Hm, probably.

ANGEL: Even if it meant…everything?

HUSK: Lookatcha!...Y'gettin' all existential on me!

ANGEL: M'serious!

HUSK: (looks ANGEL in the eyes, with utter conviction) If it meant, keepin' you safe, keepin' y'by my side…Then yes…

(HUSK feels ANGEL's breathing start to hitch as he holds him)

HUSK: Alright baby…Quit cryin'...(Notices he's pulling away and fanning his face and grabbing a tissue)...Oh…O-oh, are you okay?

ANGEL: (breathlessly) No!...N-No, I'm gonna sneeze!...Itsh'uu!...Eck'hiiuu, Ehhhishhh'shuu!...Heh'rkk'kiew! (Groans) Oh go-...Irrkk'hew! (Gasp) Heh'Ihhk'hew…Eh…Ehyiiishhhiew!...

HUSK: Bless you, Bless you- Bless you!...Holy shit, Ange! …Fuckin' Shit! Aww baby…Shhh, Breathe baby.

ANGEL: ….Hhh….Aacksh'IEW!...(groans)

HUSK: (chuckles) Bless you!...Y'always sneeze like that?

ANGEL: (sniffles) Like what?...(realizes) Oh, I'm sorry! (Coughs) Not all of us start a damn natural disaster every time the pollen count goes up.

(HUSK belly laughs, ANGEL's jab was...pretty fair enough. HUSK's laugh trails off into little coughs and grows a bit raspy.)

HUSK: (lovingly firm) Alright, blow your nose.

(ANGEL blows thickly and groans)

HUSK: There y'go…Feel better?

ANGEL: (tired from his emotional burst and his sneezing fit, he deadpans) What do you think?

HUSK: (not really bothered by his partner's moodiness, but calls it out anyway) Damn, you're startin' to get a lil bitchy.

(ANGEL is too sleepy to argue with this, so he lays down and pulls the blanket up, snuggling into HUSK's side.)

ANGEL: (quiet)…Gonna take a nap.

HUSK: (coughs) That's a brilliant idea, Sweetheart…

(Nuggets comes out from under the bed and paws to be let up. HUSK pats the bed.)

HUSK: Well, c'mon!...Get on up, here.

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(Scene 4 - Another few hours later…a knock at the door wakes the couple)

ANGEL: (grumpily, sleepily, stuffily)...Hm, Who the fuck is that?... If anyone tries to enter this room with me looking like absolute shit…I will not hesitate to shoot them.

HUSK: (yawns, sleepily and raspily) S'okay, Ange, just stay in bed…I'll get it.

(HUSK coughs a jag into his arm as he answers the door. ANGEL lets our a rough Aagh'ish'hew!, and Nuggets greets Princess Charlie Morningstar behind the door, who's carrying a large thermos and still dressed in her pajamas.)

HUSK: Sorry…Hi, Princess.

CHARLIE: Holy shit…You guys sound awful (coughs roughly a little herself...revealing the bug is clearly going around)

ANGEL: Hell, you ain't sounding much better, Toots.

Charlie: (In-denial, laughs) No!...I'm fine- I'm fine, Angel…Nothing to worry about! Vaggie is downstairs with something nasty…So I'm gonna go take care of her, BUT I brought you guys some chicken soup, I hope you enjoy it!

HUSK: (smiles sincerely and takes the thermos) Much obliged…Thank you…(then looks doubtful) Are you sure you're okay?

CHARLIE: (giggles again, still denying) No! I'm fine! I'm fine guys, I- Hh! HEP'PTSH'SHIEEW!

(CHARLIE inherited her Dad's tendency to occasionally become a...flamethrower when sneezing. Tends to get worse with a cold. Her demon form is out. ANGEL, HUSK and Nuggets stare blankly, a bit scared.)

ANGEL:…Bless you.

HUSK:…Bless you.

HUSK: (quietly to ANGEL) I didn't jus' hallucinate, right?...Fire came out her nose…

ANGEL: (quietly back) Dunno, y'talkin' to a former crackhead, if anyone's hallucinatin' it should be me…

CHARLIE: Eh…Heh…Ih…IPTSH'SHIEEW!

ANGEL: (Gently, firmly, big brother energy) Charlie…Dollface?... Y'takin' care a' everybody…But don't forget to take care a' y'self. (as Charlie coughs, ANGEL melts and invites her in for a hug)...C'mere.

CHARLIE: (Emotional)...Oh, Angel!

ANGEL: (waving her off, still a bit nervous) Yeah, yeah… Just do me a favor? Try not to set me on fire?

(HUSK joins the hug, wrapping his wings around the three of them.)

HUSK: C'mere, kid…If you tell anybody about this…I will gut you like a fish. (No real bite)

CHARLIE: (beat.) Thank you guys…Um…Vaggie and I are gonna watch some movies in the lobby, if you guys wanna join us, you're free to!...And if you need anything, give us a holler- Well actually, don't do that- Save your voices…Okay, bye!

(Door closes)

HUSK: Could be fun…It'll help distract from your…existential dread.

ANGEL: (coughs) Hey, fuck off!...Anyway, I have a better distraction…

HUSK: What?...(realizes and stiffens) No!...No. Are- Are you really feelin' up to that right now?

ANGEL: (pouts) C'mon Whiskers, don'tcha want me to…feel better?...(muffles a stuffy sneeze behind his hands) Ktsch'yew!- Oh my god…

HUSK: (smirks) Need a tissue?

ANGEL: (sniffles) I need…YOU, Baby! Besides, didn'tcha know that the Pentagram's leadin' scientists and' medical professionals say 'Sex is good for a cold!'

HUSK: (contemplates, then smiles slyly and inches closer) Well…Then I guess we gotta do what we gotta do…For science.

ANGEL: (smiles back, sniffling) That's right, we're just doin' this for a good cause…In the name of 'Science'.

(They melt into an embrace in a slow passionate kiss.)

ANGEL: ...I love you

HUSK: ...I love you too

(ANGEL's nose gets brushed and he pulls away to harshly sneeze, and looks up apologetically)

ANGEL: ...Aack'shew!...Ugh sorry.

HUSK: (tenderly) Bless you, Sweetheart.

♥︎♠︎ - è finito

The end, hope you enjoyed!

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Harlem Nocturne ; Jimmy Darling x Reader

summary: When Elsa decides to host auditions for new acts, Jimmy Darling gets a front row seat to a free burlesque show.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 1.1K | female reader, burlesque/stripper reader, mentions of boners, teasing/flirting, no smut.

a/n: I was listening to spotify on shuffle and this idea absolutely VIOLATED my brain when the song Harlem Nocturne came on. besides, its' been a minute since I've written for my beloved boy. happy valentine's day! enjoy this short lil' somethin'!! banners by @/strangergraphics!

↓ full fic under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! / I don’t have a taglist anymore, but please turn on post notifications if you’d like to be notified of future fics!

When Elsa had boldly told the troupe that she was going to be accepting auditions and wanted everyone to sit in on them, Jimmy Darling didn’t picture that he’d be front row for this. Not that he’s complaining. He isn’t. Not at all. His eyes are glued to you as you shimmy and float across the stage to the music that comes from the small record player in the corner. It's big band, and your movements are perfectly in sync with the instruments. Jimmy swallows, and reaches for the paper box of popcorn in his lap, taking a careful handful before bringing it to his mouth. He looks to his left to see Elsa with her arms crossed, languidly taking a draw of her cigarette. She seems pensive, but only because he knows her. Otherwise, her impassive face gives nothing away. His attention quickly returns to you, snapping back like a fresh rubber band.

The sun is beating down on the fabric of the tent, warming it from the outside in. It’s warmed even further by all the bodies that now sit in front of you, watching your every move. Sweat dots your forehead, but you suspect that’s from the nerves. Maybe an unfortunate mixture of both.

Despite wanting to focus on the handsome man in the front row, you smile and do your best to keep your attention on everyone in the crowd, even the women. Carefully angling your gloved hands to obscure your scantily-clad body, you flutter your fans in front of your body, dipping them down just enough to reveal a slice of bare collarbone, revealing that beneath those feathers, there was hardly anything. Bra straps were nowhere to be seen.

In two sweeping motions, one arm after another, you bring the fans up above your head; the grand reveal. Your rhinestone-studded corset glitters in the modest show lights of the tent, all the little gems flickering like little stars. Even your nylons seem to shimmer – and Jimmy is starstruck. He feels heat blossoming in his crotch, and clears his throat. Next to him, Eve is watching, equally as interested, and she leans over, whispering.

“This is really something, huh? She’s got talent.”

“You can say that again.”

You drop the fans beneath you, striding confidently towards the edge of the stage, with the gloved tip of your middle finger between your teeth. You yank once, twice, three times before the glove falls free, hanging lifelessly from your red-painted lips. You repeat the motion with your other hand, and toss it into the crowd. It lands on Jimmy’s leg, and he feels like he’s going to pass out. It’s still warm on his thigh.

Your fingertips trail down the front of your body, raking over the rhinestones and the clasps. Quickly, you open the front of the corset, revealing all that delightful skin, and a pair of perfectly placed rhinestone pasties. The visual only lasts a second, and you shrug innocently at the man as if to coyly apologize. Jimmy’s fighting to keep his jaw off the floor, and he shifts awkwardly in the wooden chair, which creaks loudly in protest. His mind is whirring like a machine, well-oiled gears cranking with the thoughts of what’s in front of him.

He swallows hard as you reveal your midsection to the crowd again, this time, opening it fully, exposing yourself to the troupe. As you dip down slightly, letting the corset drop to the floor, Jimmy leans forward and your eyes meet. You flash him a winning smile and a wink, straightening back up with a snap. Arms crossed above your head, you bump your hips to the left, then the right.

Jimmy angles the popcorn box on his groin perfectly to hide his cock which is starting to swell within his dark jeans. His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but that doesn’t deter him from watching the rest of your act, which, from the looks of it, is drawing to a close.

As the music turns to static, you step to the front of the stage, waiting.

“Tell me, Mäuschen,” Elsa starts. “You think this… is worthy of my show? You’re taking your clothes off for the world to see.”

With your chest heaving slightly, you clasp your hands in front of yourself and look out to the audience. You had all the confidence in the world a few moments ago, but now, standing nearly naked in front of these people, you feel like a fool. You frown slightly, but muster up the courage to respond to the heavily accented woman. “Fraulein Elsa,” you said, as you’d been instructed to do. “It’s an artform… it’s burlesque. It would bring in the crowds, that’s for sure!”

She takes a long drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke towards the stage. You withhold the urge to wave it away as the cloud travels in your direction. “This isn’t a peep show. It will only cheapen it. You may leave.”

The floor drops out from beneath you and takes your stomach with it. Hot tears of embarrassment prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them away. For a moment, you stand there, completely dejected. Before anyone can notice it, you pick yourself back up emotionally and nod once, dipping forward.

“Th-thank you for your time.” You give a graceful bow before scurrying around the stage to collect your items and quickly make your way down the set of steps. You hear the woman shout for the next audition, and you round the corner, finding a secluded area of the tent to redo your corset. Disappointment bubbles in your stomach, and you fight off the burning desire to cry, to beg for her to reconsider. But, she was right. You weren’t like the other members of the show, you were just some broad taking her clothes off – it didn’t matter how pretty you were. Or weren’t.

“I thought it was great. Your show, I mean.”

You jump slightly, freezing at the sound of someone’s voice. When you turn, you’re met with the guy from the front row. He’s holding your glove out to you, and looks sweeter than cherry pie, all brown eyes and soft smiles. You smile back at him, somewhat timidly, and take the glove, folding it up carefully with the other one and tossing them into the suitcase that you’ve brought. One of the caramel locks falls into his forehead as he nods, and he reaches up to push it back up with the rest of them. His fingers are long, and conjoined – something you’ve never seen before. You avert your eyes shyly, and finish doing up your corset.

“It’s a real shame she didn’t… I would’ve loved to have you.”

He swallows hard. Another awkward moment fills the space between you two. “In the show. With us.”

“Thanks,” you murmur quietly, as though you’re not to alert anyone that you’re talking. “It’s alright, you know. That’s show business.”

Jimmy kicks at the dirt beneath his foot, and takes a step back. “I’m sure you get this all the time, with what you do n’ all, but I was wonderin’... maybe you’d like to get some food? There’s a diner real close and I – “

You cut him off with a nod. He lights up, in a different way than before, and you like that. Men always look at you a certain way, but the way he’s looking at you now sends a wave of joy through your core.

“I’d love that.”

#Jimmy Darling #Jimmy Darling x reader #Jimmy Darling x you #ahs freakshow #american horror story #x reader #fem reader #female reader #evan peters x reader

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carolmunson · 1 year ago

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orange colored sky Eddie would get flowers for both peach and their lil Gwen

I feel like Peach (you) is more chill around Valentine's day. Not so big, not so small. She'll make dinner for him, or he'll take her out and they'll exchange chocolate or a tiny little 'I love you' type gift like -- 'I know you've been needing a new record storage case.' or 'I know you said your moisturizer was running low.' Stuff that makes you know that the other person is listening or paying attention.

But when Gwen is at pre-school and learns about Valetine's Day? Oh it's uh...it's a wrap, because Gwen loves Valentine's Day. I feel like it's so fitting for Eddie to have a little girly girl daughter. She loves pink and red so she feels like the holiday is for her and her alone. The second her teacher hangs up hearts and tells them about passing out valentine's she gets picked up and is like:

"Daddy, did you know Vawentime's Day is coming? What did you get mommy? Why don't we have and dec'rations like Miss Shonda does at school? How come we don't have flowers? Are you getting me flowers? Is mommy getting flowers? Rochelle said her mommy gets flowers from her other mommy every day," she rattles off, holding onto three of his fingers while they walk down the street toward the subway. "Um..." he starts, hoisting her up on his hip while they go down stairs to the 3 train platform, "Well, mommy doesn't really like flowers. But I haven't got a present for mommy yet. Maybe you can help me?" She brightens up, when he puts her down, bouncing so excitedly that her light up shoes twinkle as the train wooshes into the station, "I can help! And we can get dec'rations! We can-we can um-we can get hearts n' stuff like Miss Shonda has? Did you know Miss Shonda has a Valentine? She said it's Mister Shonda. But um -- " As quick as Gwen's excitement starts, it stops, her smile crumpling into a sad frown while they get on the train. He picks her up again, bouncing her with a soft coo, "Oh, Gwenny, what's wrong? We can decorate when we get home! We'll cut out some hearts!" "I-I-I d-don't have a-a-a V-vawentiiiiimmmme," she sobs, and he stifles a laugh, catching the eye of a woman across from him who is trying to stifle her own at the cuteness of his daughter. "Aw, honey, I'll be your Valentine," he soothes, kissing her cheek, "Me and mommy can be your Valentine." "You and mommy?" she asks, interest piqued, "And Auntie Rob and Auntie Nancy? And Uncle Steeb?" "Oh, absolutely," he assures, knowing that Steve would get a flight to New York for the 14th if Gwen even breathed the words 'Will you be my Valentine?' his way. "Dass a lotta Vawentime's," she mumbles, wiping her eyes, "That's too many, daddy." "So do you just want me and mommy to be your Valentine's?" he asks, pulling her tight to him on his lap when the car gets busier at the next stop. "Ya," she nods, "And we get her a ring, cause Marcus said his mommy was saying she wants a ring or a new boyfwend." Eddie and a few other train takers snicker at her lack of understanding. "Mommy has a ring, baby," he laughs, "Daddy got her a ring a long time ago before you were born. And I don't think we should look for a new boyfriend for her either." "Okay," she nods, pressing her forehead against his, "We can uh. um! We can get her somethin' ELSE! Somethin' pretty." "Yeah, we'll get her something so pretty," he agrees, "I think we'll get you something pretty, too." "Like a ring?" she squirms excitedly. "Maybe a bracelet, or something that won't fall off at the park," he offers, "We'll think of something." "Daddy..." she starts, sleep heavy on her eyes now while she settles into him. A yawn pulls at her face, scrunching her eyes shut, "I like Vawentime's Day." "Me too, Gwenny," he smiles, running a hand over her end of the day curls, "Me too."

#valentine's blurbie #orange colored sky #ocs!eddie #orange colored sky!eddie #blurbie

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tenshikawa · 15 days ago

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the voice of the wind calls...

hai n welcome to kiru's valentine's day event!

i know i'm just a new blog w not many followers but i wanted to do a lil somethin special n hopefully get to meet other ppl!!

5/5 slots taken <3 closed... for now!

fandoms: hsr, persona 3 + 5, twst (!!), only childe from genshin

i write for: romantic, platonic, yumes, x readers. one charac per slot pls!!

ramble bout your ship in my inbox and i'll write u a lil 200 word drabble! <3 (the ask will not b posted so no worries!) add on arts or anythin else u might wna see in your post hehehe it's jst a casual lil event!!

info u can send in!! 1. character names + pronouns, 2. general idea of what u want your ship to be doing, 3. personality, symbolism etc

i can't wait to c what u guys cook hehehe

#billboard !! ♡#info insp. chuumai #yumejoshi #yumedanshi #yumeship #hsr #honkai star rail #persona 3 #persona 5 #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #persona 3 x reader #persona 5 x reader #p5 #p3

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dusty-pistol · 5 days ago

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A lil yap session!! Just emotional stuff since Valentines Day and DTs anniversary

I'm gonna be busy today as I gotta go out and do stuff with the family since I actually have a life outside of the internet, but I just wanted to say happy Valentines Day to everyone!!! Happy Valentines to my friends and your partners, your f/os, to the people in your lives, and more!!

And happy Dialtown anniversary!!! I've been in the fandom since the demo, and I'm honestly so glad to see how much it's grown since then! Yall're such a great bunch of people, and I'm so happy that this game has such a wonderful and active fandom! I honestly probably wouldn't be alive rn if it weren't for Dialtown and the fandom. So I wanna give a thanks to Dogman and everyone for givin me and everyone else a comfortable fandom space. Despite the drama poppin up here and there, this has honestly been onea the most drama-free fandoms I've been in. So thank yall!

And to the friends I've met durin my time in this fandom, lemme just say thank you, and let me apologize for not bein as social as I should be. My life has been very busy since the start of last year due to irl things, and I haven't had a lot of time to talk to yall since then. Normally, I yap a lot, and I'm glad to DM yall to chat, but I just don't have the energy to do so as much as I used to. But trust me when I say I care about yall and you guys are my friends. No matter if we don't talk for an hour or months, or even years. I still care, and yall mean a lot to me.

I don't need to consistently talk to yall to still consider you a friend, as I don't need constant reassurance, and I think that personal mindset may have influenced how I think yall might feel. Which ain't right. I shouldn't make those assumptions about yall. I really do want to talk and socialize with yall and treat yall like how a friend should be treated. But again, I've been very busy. I won't go into detail about the irl problems in my life, which make me busy, but I'll clarify that it's personal family matters. I hope yall can forgive me for any neglect I might've made you feel, as that was never my intention.

And again, thank yall!!! I gonna keep makin art and writin, and this year I'm gonna try to work on communication more! I finally got a therapist, so hopefully, she can help me figure out how to do that better! I wanna show yall that I care, and to do that, I gotta make an effort and actually show yall. So once I get in touch with her, I'll try to work with her to plan somethin out!!!

#dusty yaps #shout out to the dialtown fandom+dogman+my friends!!!#yallre so cool i really dont deserve such a welcomin group of people #but yall make me feel safe #and i really am sorry to anyone who feels as though ive been neglectin you #ive been busy with family matters #been tryna get a job #balancin art and relaxin by playin fallout 4 #and its all very hard for one guy to manage when its one thing right after the other #ya know?#so again please forgive me for my neglect yall still mean a whole lot to me #ill fix my errors and do better i swear!!!

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twilightmalachite · 2 years ago

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Love Letter - Mirror mirror 2

Author: Umeda Chitose

Characters: Yuuta, Rinne

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofer: Kirin

"Don’t tell me that the cute lil’ 2wink, whose whole schtick is bein’ a “two-in-one” idol, are so mismatched they can only agree on one thing! ♪"

Season: Winter

Location: Starmony Dorms Common Room

Rinne: …Hmm, “various things”, eh? So be it.

Yuuta: (? I expected him to keep on prying, but he’s being surprisingly understanding…?)

Rinne: Since you don’t wanna talk ‘bout it, Yuta, I’ll just have to guess on my own!

If you’re doin’ it to make a wish, you must have found a love or two that you want to fulfill, eh? You’re at that age!

You should tell me who it is, just me! ♪

Yuuta: (He wasn’t being understanding at all…!)

Come on. I’m absolutely not in love…!

And what do you mean “a love or two”? If you’re going to imagine me falling in love, can you at least make me devoted?

Rinne: Huh, so you’re the type to devote yourself, eh Yuta? I see, so you were lookin’ so melancholic earlier ‘cuz you were broodin’ over love?

Yuuta: What’s with this fixation on “love”? Look, you have nothing to do with what I was thinking about, so…

Ah, maybe you aren’t exactly unrelated, actually?

Rinne: Whaddya mean?

Yuuta: You know how Chocolat Fes is in less than a month, right?

If Crazy:B’s gonna participate in ES’s Chocolat Fes, then you’re related one way or another.

Rinne: Chocolat Fes… Ah, I have a feelin’ that Vice Prez Glasses-kun contacted me ‘bout that.

Some wordy-ass email sayin’ how it’s the first time ES is holding the event, so on, so forth… Yup, found it, this one!

Yuuta: That’s the same email Aniki had shown me. The Vice Prez sure seems motivated, huh~?

Aniki was like, “That guy’s a businessman, so he must be all fired up for the Valentine’s Day sales season!”

Rinne: Hmm? Well, him being in the “Team White” during SS must’ve been unprofitable for his work. It makes sense that he’d be craving to go back to war.

It ain’t any fun to take part in somethin’ that’s just to fill his pockets… But we do have both a cook and some sweets lovers.

I haven’t touched the email at all, though. It’d be a pain in the ass to have Vice Prez Four Eyes keep pressing me about it, so I’ll just respond now I guess.

Yuuta: Whaaat, you still haven’t even done that?

We sent in a reply saying we’d perform the same day Vice Prez sent out the email.

Rinne: I dunno anythin’ about Chocolat Fes, though. Wasn’t that also some event that Yumenosaki Academy had?

Yuuta: Yeah? That’s why we’ll be performing in both.

The Chocolat Fes at Yumenosaki Academy, and the very first Chocolat Fes at ES—

We’ll stand on both stages and show what 2wink is made of through our performance. That way, lots and lots of people will get to see us.

That’s the only thing we see eye to eye as 2wink, after all.

Rinne: Only that?

Yuuta: (…Ah, shoot!)

Rinne: Ah-ha. What d’ya mean “only”? Are things not goin’ smoothly, apart from the idea of performin’ at both Chocolat Fes’?

Yuuta: I didn’t say that…

Rinne: You make yourselves as similar as possible so the general public wouldn’t be able to tell if you guys even switched places.

Don’t tell me that the cute lil’ 2wink, whose whole schtick is bein’ a “two-in-one” idol, are so mismatched they can only agree on one thing! ♪

Nobody would touch a lovers’ quarrel with a ten foot pole, but fights between brothers start wars, y’know? The history of Japan and the world are proof!

Yuuta: If every time we fought was a war, then we’ve already suffered such ravages too many times to count.

Well, Hiiro-kun is a good, honest kid… I doubt you two ever get into any fights, Senpai.

Rinne: ……

Yuuta: Either way, it’s not like we’re even fighting this time anyways.

How do I put it… It’s just like, we want to go in different directions.

Rinne: Gyahaha, wanna go in different directions, huh? Ain’t that usually the reason why bands break up? ♪

Yuuta: Well thank god, ‘cuz we’re not a band, so we won’t be breaking up~.

Apparently the sense of fulfillment from having accomplished something tends to lead to bands breaking up, not just wanting to go in different directions.

So in that respect, we know we still have a long way to go. So there’s no way we’ll split up, ‘kay?

Rinne: Still, it’s a disagreement that’s got ya tense enough to let it slip out in front of me by accident.

Yuuta: Senpai, it’s really pissing me off how you’ve been making fun of us since earlier…

Could you stop treating someone else’s brotherly disagreement as some interesting show?

For example, if we were to pick a snack right now, Aniki would choose chocolate, and I would choose rice crackers.

Give us the same curry menu, and Aniki would eat plain curry, and I would eat spicy curry.

Trivial, everyday differences. It’s typical, normal stuff.

Rinne: Just normal stuff for ya, huh…?

If you get this worked up over normal stuff, then you must seriously be irritated all day every day, Yuta! Gyahahaha! ☆

Yuuta: I wonder who’s making me so irritated right now…

Yuuta: (Ah~, it’s no good. Talking to this guy does nothing but upset my mood.)

(What’s more, he feels extra persistent today… Before I knew it, he was sitting in a chair next to me, all scooched in.)

(I’m done here. I need to end this conversation already. I can’t do research with Senpai here, I can’t even eat my rice crackers…)

……

Rinne: What’s got ya standin’ up so suddenly?

Yuuta: I have a meeting with Aniki at the agency coming up. I still have some time, but I’m gonna get going.

Rinne: A meeting, huh? What for?

Yuuta: Just a plain old meeting about work. And then after that, about Chocolat Fes.

Didn’t I tell you it’s coming up in under a month? There are a bunch of decisions we should make.

And if Crazy:B’s gonna perform, won’t it also be you guys’ first Chocolat Fes? Are you sure you have time to worry about others?

Rinne: Aww, ya worried ‘bout me despite not doin’ too well yourself? You’re so kind, Yuta~! ☆

Yuuta: Ahaha, I’m not worried about you, Senpai. You don’t even know if you’re participating. I do worry about everyone else, though.

Yuuta & Rinne: ……

Yuuta: Welp, I gotta put away my half-eaten rice crackers, and wash my teacup…

Rinne: Whoa, red powders falling off those rice crackers in that bag! Just how much shichimi do those things have!?

Yuuta: I do not care how curious you are. You’re not getting any, okay…?

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elpida · 11 months ago

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Would it have been so bad if he just said the words, admitted he loved her? It felt like such betrayal to Sofia, but if that woman was still alive.. she betrayed him, she well and truly betrayed the one gentleman that would've let her go without any fuss if she told him she'd be happier, just like if Agatha told him she'd be happier with someone else.. he'd always put her happiness on a pedestal, above even his own it's just that Cade questioned if he was the right thing for that happiness, for anyone's really.

He stole one more kiss from her, one more proper kiss where his lips were hot, where his stubble grazed across her skin, where he wanted to pour his every emotion to her through his lips, to show her what it was like to be adored and then he stopped.. purely to lean back and stroke his hand through her hair, pushing some back behind her ear. He leaned then to press his lips to her forehead, then the top of her head. "I want to do all this right with you, you know that? I wanna take you out for dinners, I wanna show you off to the world...I adore you Agatha, you always went above n' beyond for me when no fucker else did."

"I want to get this right, so so right..." he whispered into her hair, just staying close for a few quiet moments. He wanted to introduce her to his Ma, that should've said everything already. He'd told his Mother all about her, over and over. He wanted to find her favourite places and book surprise dates, he wanted to have dinner waiting when she got home from a long day and ask her to be his valentine, every year, even though he'd bring her flowers every week. "I got you a.." he huffed a bit of air, smirking about it. "I got you a lil' somethin' last week, been kind of lookin' for an excuse to give you it, really stupid and cheesy gift though." he paused, reaching into his back pocket. "You 'aint allowed to laugh but you are allowed to hate it. I wont take offence."

The moments their lips met elicited a fluttering sensation in her stomach, a feeling she hadn't experienced in quite some time. His lips tasted divine, like the epitome of where she wished to linger indefinitely. She could have kissed him for hours if she so desired. It didn't seem wrong; for Agatha, it felt undeniably right. It was as though she had been mistaken all along during her time with Ryan, and now, she was truly experiencing the essence of falling for someone that cared deeply for her, and knew he couldn't harm her.

That warm feeling faded when he spoke against her lips, expressing how they shouldn't be in this situation. Agatha felt compelled to whimper the moment he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. Her eyelids remained shut as she processed everything: from the kiss to his own words. She believed she was perfect for him, without a doubt, and he reiterated that sentiment, but did his words mean that he was regretting kissing her? Agatha's eyelids fluttered open, her gaze seeking his own. Her hand rubbed his cheek gently before falling to rest on his shoulder.

"I don't... I don't believe you'd have ever done that, Cade. That's bollocks. You have been respectful to men since the moment you've met me. I wouldn't ever think any different of you," She confessed, her tone of voice low. "You know... I do adore you, and I need you in my life."

#cade&agatha #cade interactions #oh lookie here cades love language #this man sdfgkljsdkfg

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years ago

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Drunken Serenade

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ ONLY, soft!joel, established relationship, flashback, alcohol consumption, unprotected piv, a lil dirty talk, creampie bc obvi, unedited bc i’m lazy)

word count: 2.5k

joel masterlist | joel playlist

It was no small feat holding the affection of Joel Miller. Though he often grumbled about hating how everyone was always “watchin” him in your small, second-chance town of Jackson, Wyoming, there was no escaping it.

Part of it came from being related to Tommy and Maria, the town’s founders for all intents and purposes. A larger part of it—the part that Joel hated most—no doubt came from his reputation of being ñ prolific at killing. Not many people could say they met someone that managed to survive for as long as Joel had, especially in the brutal conditions he often found himself in. To the people of Jackson, regardless if you were a fighter or a farmer, Joel Miller was a living, breathing legend.

And that’s what he was to you, too, for a while.

But now, in the dim lighting of Joel’s kitchen, Joel’s hands scrubbing the dishes after the two of you shared dinner for the 300-hundredth something time, he was just a man, a man you loved, humming softly to himself.

“Sounds pretty,” you complimented the unidentifiable tune as you slid your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his shoulder blade as he continued to scrub. “Do I know it?”

“No,” he answered with softness, the almost-clean pan in his hand preventing him from turning around and wrapping his arms around you. “Just somethin’ m’workin’ on.”

“Will I get to hear it in full one day?” You let go of him to stand at his side, grabbing the clean dishcloth that draped on the oven handle to dry the clean dishes sitting on the rack.

“Maybe,” he gave you a flicker of a bashful smile, his hip leaning out to bump into yours. “Long as you serenade me back.”

“Oh, you want me to sing for you, huh?” You couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped from your lips at the thought of your mediocre-at-best vocal talent gracing his ears again, Joel having heard it for the very first time one year ago at the bar. Your sloppy, drunken rendition of “I Have Nothing” last Valentine’s Day earned you his attention for the very first time, an attention that thankfully never faded.

One Year Ago — February 14th

“Let loose,” your newest (well—only, if you were being honest with yourself) friend in Jackson, Margot urged you on at the bar, sliding one of the shot’s of harsh, unrefined vodka she’d ordered towards you. “You’ve been babysitting that beer for the last hour. Come on.”

“I don’t drink,” you whined, the thought of alcohol alone enough to make you gag.

“Look, you’re single and alone on Valentine’s day in the middle of an apocalypse. There’s no better reason to drink.” You couldn’t argue with her logic, so you pinched your nose and tipped the shot glass back, the cold liquor hitting your uvula nearly forcing it right back up but you championed through it with a wince. “There ya go!”

“Jesus Christ—“ you choked on your beer as you tried to drown out the taste of the vodka still burning your throat. “You’ve had three of those! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’m a masochist,” she joked with a chuckle before gasping at the sight of Tommy and Maria finishing setting up the karaoke machine on the tiny stage in the corner of the bar. “I’m signing us up.”

“Absolutely not!” You laughed as she walked up to the esteemed couple on the stage, Tommy handing her the sign-up sheet with a grin before finding you in the crowd and waving you over. You shook your head and tried to hide away, but he seemed determined.

“I can still see you!” he drawled out in his accent, Maria’s whistles finally getting you to make your way to the stage. “Here, have a look at the catalog. I’ll go get you another drink, you look like you might need some liquid courage.”

“Definitely.”

A few shots later, you were well past the point of courage and deep into drunken stupidity, the microphone in your hands as you unabashedly belted out the words to a near-impossible to pull off song, your voice breaking and cracking the entire time. Though crowd in the bar was mostly focused on their own conversations, you couldn’t help but lock eyes with a familiar face, though you’d never so much as spoken to the man before.

After all, what reason would the town’s school teacher have for chatting up the famous Joel Miller?

Clearly too drunk to care about your lack of acquaintance, you pointed at him as you sang, a wide grin on your face as you watched him try to calm the smile that grew on his.

“I have nothing! Nothing! Nothinnnnnnnnnng—“ your cracking voice softened into a mildly enjoyable breathy tone as you sang the last line, stretching your hand out for him as though you were serenading him. “If I don’t have you.”

“Well! That was definitely somethin’,” Tommy helped you off the stage while Maria continued to emcee, holding in her chuckle as you almost took a tumble down the singular step, Tommy quick to catch you. With a singular laugh, Maria ordered her husband to help sober you up a bit. “Get her some coffee.”

“I got it,” Joel stepped in, the deep mess of his southern rasp forcing your glassy eyes up to meet his. “Come on, Miss Houston. Let’s get a cup’a coffee in ya.”

You drunkenly slurred out your actual name as you allowed him to help walk you into the back kitchen, away from the drunken crowd. Joel chuckled and nodded as he got the coffee pot going, his back turned to you as you rested against the fridge.

“I know your name,” he replied, the simple sentence bringing a goofy grin to your face.

“Oh, yeah?” you flirted, biting your lip as you waited for him to turn around and grace you with eye contact. When he finally did, you literally felt your knees buckle, Joel’s eyes turning concerned for a moment until you steadied yourself.

“Lemme get you a chair.” He walked off to the office, returning a moment later with a wooden stool. He set it down by the metal island, ordering you to sit down with a pat onto the wood. “Take it you don’t drink often.”

“Never,” you corrected. “But I’m single and alone on Valentine��s day in the middle of an apocalypse, so…” you repeated Margot’s words from earlier before realizing you hadn’t seen her in at least an hour. “Margot! Have you—“

“She left with her husband ‘bout a half-hour ago,” he informed you before you had a chance to worry too much. “And you ain’t alone.”

“Huh?”

“You said you’re single and alone,” he replied, turning his back to you once more as the coffee pot began to fill the mug. “You ain’t alone.”

“Well, not literally, but—“ you shrugged, gesturing at yourself. “Not going home with anybody.”

“Well, gettin’ yourself drunk maybe put a wrench in that plan,” he chuckled, setting your cup down in front of you before walking to the fridge. “Need creamer?”

“No, I’ll just,” you took a sip of the hot liquid and hummed, enjoying the bitterness more than you did sober. “Pretty good.”

“I do pride myself on my coffee,” he walked off to the office and quickly returned with another chair, pulling it up to the island and sitting down in front of you. “You know how many guys out there would’ve been more than happy to keep you company tonight?”

“Oh, I’m sure there was a line,” you replied, your smirk growing into a smile as you watched Joel roll his eyes. “I don’t like any of the guys in town. They’re all too…brutal.”

Joel’s face fell a bit as he nodded, his knuckles tapping on the metal.

“I didn’t mean you—I just mean they’re all very…I don’t know,” you sighed and rested your forehead on the table.

“It’s alright,” he assured. “My ego ain’t bruised that bad.”

“I really didn’t mean you,” you spoke softly as your eyes met his again. “You’re not—I don’t consider you one of the guys in town. You’re like…untouchable to all of us, you know?”

“What?” He chuckled but his cluelessness was sincere.

“All of us women don’t see you as someone attainable. You’re…Joel. Too good for—“ Joel’s scoff interrupted your sentence before you could finish it, his head shaking.

“I ain’t too good for shit,” he corrected, his hazel eyes softening as he met yours. “And I definitely ain’t too good for you. Ask anyone in their right mind and they’d quickly tell ya it’s the other way around.”

“You trying to flirt with me?” you asked through. drunken grin, tilting your head at him. Joel chuckled and shrugged in response. “That wasn’t an answer.”

“Maybe you and I can talk about this when you’re sobered up—breakfast, tomorrow mornin’?” You didn’t try to hide the eagerness in your smile as you accepted his offer with a nod.

“I’d like that.”

After the dishes were finished, the two of you found yourself in the clawfoot bathtub Joel’s renovated house had been lucky to feature. You faced each other, your foot currently being massaged by Joel’s rough but tender hands.

“Your voice ain’t that bad, ya know,” Joel gave you a playful smirk, his eyes so focused on yours you could nearly feel his love for you deep in your soul.

“Well it was enough to get you to notice me,” you agreed with a smirk. Joel shook his head, his smile growing bashful.

“I noticed you way before that, trust me.” There was the tiniest hint of shyness—something boyish in his voice that made your stomach flutter, the look in his eyes just the cherry on top. “Only had the guts to ask you out ‘cause I thought you were too drunk to remember it.”

You gasped a chuckle, shifting over to sit on his lap, placing your hands on either side of his face as his rested on your hips. “You were crazy for ever thinking there was a chance I’d reject you. You’re a hunk, Joel Miller.”

“A hunk, huh?” he teased, bringing his lips to the base of your throat and giving your skin a soft peck.

“Mmhm,” you confirmed in a hum, the best response you could muster. Joel hummed back as his lips sucked tiny marks down the front of your chest until he was slipping your nipple into his mouth, earning the sweet sound of your breathy moans.

You tossed your head back, your hips rolling on their own accord, the slick drag of your cunt along the underside of his cock earning you a muffled growl as he kissed his way over to your other breast.

“Need you,” you whispered as you reached back and gripped his cock, lining him up with your heat before sinking down until you were flush with one another. Joel’s hands squeezed tightly at the sudden sensation of being buried in your heat, his lips pulling away from your nipple with a lewd pop. You grinned as you kept yourself still on his cock, your thumb brushing his cheekbone as you gazed down at him with contentment. “Love you, Miller.”

“Love you too, Miss Houston,” he replied with a matching, cheeky smile, his hands sliding up the curve of your spine and back down, resting on the globes of your ass and squeezing.

You lifted your hips almost completely off of him and locked eyes with him as you sank back down, Joel’s head tipping back against the edge of the tub. He moaned soft and sweet for you, his hands holding your waist as you started to bounce on him, your stare never leaving his as you began to target the head of his cock at your g-spot. He reached one hand up to cup your jaw, his thumb resting on your lip practically begging for you to take it into your mouth, and so you did. With a cheeky grin, you wrapped your lips around it and gave it a suck, humming at the whimper the act caused.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he praised, his eyes then traveling from your face down your torso until he was watching you spear yourself with his cock underneath the surface of the water. “Shit. You should see how pretty your pussy looks takin’ me.”

“Joel,” his words forced you to whine, your eyes squeezing shut as the tingling heat building in your core started to trickle down your thighs and up your spine. “Touch me and make me cum for you.”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” His thumb found your clit, stroking imperfect circles over it as you started to bounce on him so hard he half-wondered if he might break you, but judging by your cries of praise, this was exactly how you wanted it. “God damn, darlin. Ridin’ me so good I—fuck—I’m gonna cum inside that pretty pussy.”

His free hand gripped your hip to leverage himself a bit as he met your bounces with sharp thrusts, the water splashing from over the edge of the tub but neither of you could bring yourselves to care about the wet floor with how close you both were to the edge.

“Shit, baby,” he growled, his neck straining as he tried to hold off his release until you hit yours. “Come on, gimme it. Lemme feel you—“

“Fuck!” you screamed as your climax hit you like a brick wall, your body collapsing forward into his arms. Joel held you tight as he pistoned into your still convulsing walls until every nerve in his body buzzed with the familiar feeling of euphoria, his cock pressing in deep as he spilled inside of you. His lips were pressed to your cheek, mumbling praise into your skin as your hearts raced in tandem, his hands stroking up and down the expanse of your back to ground you both.

“I love you, sweet thing,” he mumbled as he kissed his way to your lips, your head turning to meet him for a sweet, unhurried kiss. Joel pulled away with a chuckle, smiling at you before opening his lips to sing to you in his gruff but rich voice, “I have nothing if I don’t have you.”

“Sounds good when you sing it,” you mumbled, sleepy from the hot bath and hotter sex. Joel chuckled and leaned forward, pressing his lips to your temple.

“My favorite version’s always gonna be your drunken performance,” he husked back, bringing a smile to your face. “But I might be a little biased.”

“More than a little.” Joel laughed and nodded, squeezing you tighter.

“Oh well. Don’t care.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fluff #joel miller #joel miller reader insert #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #tlou joel #tlou fic #joel tlou

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onmyyan · 2 years ago

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A/N: Lil something sweet for ya Happy Valentine's!! Yandere Gotham Sirens X reader

TW'S: YANDERE, DRUGGING

Coming home to a cold, nearly empty apartment on Valentine's day was the last thing you wanted to do, but alas, your previous plans of getting baked and watching all five Twilight movies had to be postponed as sweet, kindhearted you agreed to cover your married coworkers shift so she could spend the love filled day with her wife.

Eight grueling hours later, here you were, shuffling in your house with a well earned yawn, when your eyes registered the hue of pink coming from the heart shaped lights on the wall, lights that you definitely didn't leave there earlier, all at once any tiredness you had left your body.

You definitely needed new locks. This was the first thought you had after taking in your fully decorated apartment.

Pink, red, and black streamers were pinned to your walls, a giant teddy bear with X's for eyes sat dead center on your couch besides him was your typical heart shaped box of chocolates but the front of the package had been doodled on, stick figures of a woman with pigtails and what looked like you littered the front, each in an adorable display of affection.

In the bear's fuzzy arms sat a red and black card tucked snug, when you picked it up a rainfall of gold glitter hit the floor, but before you could read said card your Tabby cat Socks sauntered his way into the living room, he rubbed against your legs in his familiar greeting, it was only then you noticed the new diamond encrusted collar wrapped around his neck, the gems twinkling in the pink light and before you could question that, he lead you back towards your bedroom, where an entire collection of shimmering gems and jewelry were laid out like a feast, the no doubt expensive items seemed so out of place against your cheap sheets, each item was placed with a care you couldn't help but notice, the small note beside it simply read, ' A gem like yourself needs to be locked away so no one can steal you, as such, you should also only have the finest jewels kiss your skin, this is just a taste.'- S. K.

A red lipstick stain sealed the small message.

Mind still reeling, your socked feet rushed back into your small living room, it was here you took note of what appeared to be your last gift.

The Venus flytrap sitting idly in your windowsill looked beautiful in the warm light, when you approached the carnivorous plant, it seemed to brighten up, actually reaching out to curl against your hand, sort of like a cat. Planted in the soil beside it was a note written in cursive. 'A beautiful flora for you my little rosebud, when and if I am not around to protect you, our small friend here eats more than flies.'-P. I.

You gaped at the scene, it felt as if you were dreaming, you tried in vain to wrap your head around it all when finally, you remembered the card in your hand and haistly opened it, glitter be damned.

'Happy Valentine's day Honey! Did we surprise ya? I know we did, hope we didn't scare you baby, you just looked so sad earlier! :( not okay for my Darlin' to be upset on this capitalistic holiday we all know and love! I personally could not let that slide, so me and the girls did a little somethin' small to show ya how much we care! Selena said I shouldn't bother with a long note because by now the drugs will be kicking in, but don't worry a single hair on that pretty little head, Ivy's a pro, bet your brains gettin' all fuzzy huh? Gotta be careful touching suspicious letters left in your place babes! Best part is, when ya wake up, you'll be home, your real home, and we're never lettin' go. Xoxo- your soon to be favorite. -H. Q.

#yandere dc x reader #yandere dc imagine #yandere dc #yandere Gotham city sirens #yandere Harley Quinn #yandere Selena Kyle #yandere poison ivy #yandere Pamela Isley #Yandere x reader #various Yandere x reader #Yandere dc villains

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tomanpeach · 3 years ago

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new year's eve kisses! – tokyo revengers hcs

a/n: mentions of alcohol! lil bit suggestive! HAPPY NEW YEAR BESTIES!!! 🎉🥳

characters: draken, mikey, baji, chifuyu, kazutora, ran, rindou, sanzu (weird mix of folks i guess but whatever this is what i was FEELIN!!! lol)

draken

this laidback boy is very content to hang in the same area of the party all night

but he’s got his eyes on you the entire time while you make your rounds, saying hi to all your friends and giving new year’s hugs

as the countdown starts you realize you’ve gotta go find him but surprise surprise he’s already right there beside you :)

“you didn’t think i’d miss my new year’s kiss, did you?” oh he’s always teasing always got some shit to say i love this stinky mfer

wraps you up in his arms, swaying with you for the rest of the countdown

gives you a kiss that’s so much more passionate than it needs to be but you’re not complainin !!!

quiet little “love you, baby” after the kiss :’)

mikey

listen

mikey feels like a fireworks guy to me

i cannot elaborate

but he's gonna want to be outside looking up at the sky as it's nearing midnight

you will probably have to go out and find him

so excited when he sees you

he'll pull you close to his side and kiss your temple

holds you so lovingly while you listen to the countdown coming from the party inside

as the sky explodes with colors and lights he pulls you in for a kiss

he pulls away to wish you a “happy new year,” fireworks reflecting in his loving eyes <3

baji

loses you at the party [pacman dying noise]

it's 11:59 and he's quite drunk and sCRAMBLING

literally going up to strangers yellin

"HAS ANYONE SEEN MY GIRL? ABOUT YAY HIGH, VERY SEXY AND OBSESSED WITH ME??"

clown:’)

he probably finds you a minute too late, or just as the ball drops if he's lucky!!

will say something cheesy like "there's my angel!" when he finally spots you and shove people out of the way to get to you

kisses you hard, holding your face in his hands and doesn't let up for quite some time

will whisper an apology for missing midnight and a declaration of how much he loves you before running off to find shots for you both :')

goofball, slightly chaotic, we love him

chifuyu

has not left your side the entire party

irrational fear of not being with you when it hits midnight

he’s getting drinks when the countdown starts, literally the first time he’s been away from you the whole night!!

it’s 5 seconds to midnight when you see him bolting toward you with two glasses of champagne

leans in and catches your lips in a kiss

you feel a glass of champagne being pushed into your hands

he pulls away to raise his glass in a toast to you before he kisses you again and again 🥰🥰🥰

kazutora:

he’s nervous ???? why is he NERVOUS??!??!!!

literally asks earlier in the day if you’ll be his new year’s kiss and gets so! giddy!! when you say yEAH OFC BABE

he’s gonna do this on valentine’s day too but i digress

adorable

kind of similar to chifuyu, hes a little worried he’ll lose you before midnight ??

please go find him so he doesn’t worry

will stare so deeply into your eyes before the countdown starts and just let you know how grateful he is to be going into the new year with you i’m crying

cherish him he loves you so much

sweetest new year’s kiss

won’t let go of your hand the rest of the night :’)

ran

i’m sorry for this

y’all made it all of one hour before you’re both tipsy and he’s begging you to sneak off with him to find a room upstairs

he’s pretty convincing and you love him so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

after a while though you’d be like “ran should we go back to the party?”

and then you hear everyone start the countdown downstairs…

he just laughs and pulls you closer, “next year for sure”

you finally make it back to your friends and yes, they are all makin comments 🙄

ran doesn’t care, actually kind of loves the looks the two of you get rejoining the party looking very clearly……disheveled…

he’d say somethin like “we had to warm up for our new year’s kiss, right baby?” you literally can’t take him anywhere

barely back at the party when he starts asking you when you guys can leave and "celebrate privately at home" ;))))

rindou

you've both been off doing your own things for the majority of the party

but as midnight approaches you notice he's getting closer and closer

by the time the countdown hits 5 seconds, he's right by your side, arm wrapping loosely around your waist

he's been trying to act cool but he's so excited to have you as his new year's kiss

as everyone yells happy new year he whispers it right into your ear

tips your chin up and leans down to press the softest kiss to your lips

doesn't say or do much out of the ordinary but there's so much emotion in the kiss you can't help but smile against his lips

sanzu

oh boy are y’all fucked uuuuup at this party

dancing, yelling, taking shots with every single person you know

he’s smoking with the boys outside when the countdown starts

lowkey confuses him when fireworks start but then he remembers it’s NEW YEAR’S!! he’s got somebody to kiss!!!!

finds you a couple minutes after midnight and kisses you so hard

“i’m sorry! i got lost!”

you decide to tease him like “i couldn’t find you, i had to kiss rin!”

BUT PLEASE IMMEDIATELY TELL HIM YOU’RE JOKING HE’LL KNOCK RIN OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PARTY AND THAT WILL NOT BE FUN FOR ANYONE!!

nah but he’ll laugh and tell you to shut up and give you another big loving kiss to apologize for being late <3

#HAPPY NEW YEAR #I LOVE MY BOYS #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers hcs #draken headcanons #mikey headcanons #mikey tokyo revengers #baji tokyo revengers #draken tokyo revengers #mitsuya tokyo revengers #baji headcanons #kazutora headcanons #haitani ran headcanons #haitani rindou headcanons #haitani x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu headcanons

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pumpkinsy0 · 3 years ago

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VALENTINE PURLY HCS YALL PUT YA SEATBELTS AWN

if u don’t have a valentines this valentines day, the drawings a lil gift for u, i’ll tuck u in tonight as well<333

ALSO FOR THAT ONE ANON THAT ASKED FOR PONY AND CURLY IN CROP TOPS i never forgot about u<333

ALRIGHT LETS HOP INTO IT

curly use to see it as a holiday for shitty couples💀

“valentines day????more like bitches day, am i right, lol”

he also saw the holiday as the holiday that separates the bitch getters from the bitchless💯💯

meanwhile when tim heard him rants about how shitty valentines day is he stares at him and goes “youve never actually had a valentines huh”

i’m ngl pony’s never rlly had a proper valentines, like he’s gotten cards from ppl in elementary and middle school but he never rlly took it seriously

but now that he’s in high school he feels the pressure of valentine’s day everyone around him was talking about🗽

BUT BACK ONTO CURLY, so he’s been pinning for pony right????so he would take this valentine’s day as like big chance for him to get months of pent up feelings out😼

now i’m not saying he gets romantic cause like, he’s curly shepard, but he’s not..not romantic either????like he’s doing things other couples would do romantically but like w the ole shepard twist™️

im talkin heart shaped cards that went “lol lemme kiss u bro cmon” then pony would go “i mean if u insist 👁👁” and they would both go silent for a sec then just laugh but deep down b fucking sobbing

OHOH bc angela looks like a goddess she ofc gets valentines SOOOOOO she has a lot of experience and curly would go to her (guaranteed he would go to her grudgingly) ITS JUST LIKE

“look i need ur help to make valentines day good for me and pony this year”

“couldnt do it urself so u went to the queen herself huh😼”

“stfu and help me😐”

pony also wanted to get curlys attention but uhhhhh doesn’t have a CLUE of what he wants to do, and that’s where johnny comes in😈

well kinda, pony just tells him that he doesnt know what to do w curly and valentines day comin up and johnny just gives ideas n what not

BUT YEA the whole day ponys trying to get curlys attention and just hang out w him and curlys also trying to get ponys attention and to outsiders it just looks like they r actually valentines

bit they were fucking idiots and werent picking up on the others obvious signs of intrest

ok im lying, they DID pick up on it but like they thought they were just looking too deep into things and they were just desperate and looking for any sign that the other rlly liked them

but look they had fun together, hand some weird looks from both the shepard and curtis gang alike, but they didnt pay attention to that

OHOH curly would give pony like small things of his, like a ring or a necklace or somethin just so he could say he got pony something for valentine’s day so angela wouldn’t fucking teASE HIM and say he got pony jack shit for valentine’s day so he’s a bitch

they spent part of valentine’s day eating some melted chocolate curly bought for pony but rlly he said that he wanted to share it bc it was on sale

pony has a few doodles he made of curly and gave it to him cuse he was too broke to afford a gift in stores😻

when curly got home bro had the biggest lovesick grin and angela went “OoOoOo” while tim said “r yall finally together, pls say u r im tired of u complaining”

meanwhile pony was in a way happier and bouncier mood but trying to hide it but the gang already knew what was up and just rolled their eyes at the guy</33

BUT pony did rant about what he did w curly to jihnny and when johnny asked if they were together pony went “oh no, im sure we were just being friendly” and johnny stared at him like “😀😄😀” cause MAN is this kid dumb as rocks

ANYWAYS a long time coming, purly getting high💯💯

click for better quality and to see small details i beg u

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #purly #angela shepard #johnny cade #the outsiders fanart #the outsiders art #tim shepard #the shepards #babs’ art corner

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mooodypie · 3 years ago

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Okay so I had an idea for someone who likes to write artem. Imagine it’s Valentine’s Day and Rosa/Mc goes into Artem’s office and gives him a Valentine’s Day present and the man gets all brushy and nervous So once she leaves his office he starts over thinking the presents and is like “omg should I have gotten her a present? should I still? is it too late?” So he finally decides he’s gonna go get her somethin during his lunch and like he’s walking in the office with the gift he just picked up all confident like hyping himself up and just as he gets the courage to walk over to her he over hears someone from the office go up to Rosa/MC and is all excitedly like oMG THANK U FOR THE VALENTINES GIFT” and artem realizes she got everyone a Valentine’s Day something so he backs out and hides the present in his office but like not well enough cause Celeste walks in and is like “oh for a special someone” and he’s like not anymore explaining the situation but like Celeste is like wait we just got something simple like a card and a flower and Artem had received something a lil more special like a card and like box of homemade sweets or something like something mc really put effort into and Celeste is like convincing Artem he should go through with gifting mc and he’s finally like you know what I will so he gets the gift all ready and strides out his door only to see mc is gone for the day 😭 low and behold Artem ends up leaving the office taking the present with him he’s looking at it sitting in the passenger seat of the car and on a whim he goes to drop it off on her door step knocking on the door then hiding behind like the corner of the hallway to see if she gets it and a few seconds later mc opens the door and finds the gifts looks at who it’s from and starts smiling and blushing and at the same time artem is all smiling cause it seems she likes it and as he’s back outside the building heading towards his car he gets a text from mc asking if he’s busy he replies no and then his phone starts ringing it’s mc! Again he’s all blushy and answer and she’s like hi I just wanted to say thank you for the gift the flowers are so beautiful etc etc she continues with well I hope you got home safe and he’s lying saying yeah got home fine as he’s downstairs outside her building looking up at her apartment window then the call comes to an end she like well happy Valentine’s Day artem and he’s like happy Valentine’s Day MC.

THINK ITS OVER NO. The next day Celeste walks into Artems office and is like “wow look at you you gave her the gift” and he’s like how did u know? And she shows him MC’s social media and it’s a picture of the gift the comment of heart emoji AGain artem all blushy Celeste walks out of the office later that day she’s having small talk with Kiki and MC and she start poking and is like oh MC I didn’t know u had a special someone mC too gets all blushy and like nooooo as she’s looks over to artem and makes quick eye contact with him and all nervously looks away with a big ol grin on her face and Celeste is just standing there all smirking thinking wow these two tHE EnD

I basically wrotE this whole story but if anyone who’s a much better story teller/writer than me wants to make it sound pretty and go into detail with it pleaaaase do I would looooove to read I’m sorry my writing is a mess 😭

#tot artem #artem wing #pls someone write this for me I’ll love u 5eva #tears of themis #artem x rosa #luke pearce #vyn richter #marius von hagen #tears of themis artem #artem x mc #tot marius #tot vyn #tot luke #guess i’m writing now

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babbushka · 4 years ago

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*insert Bernie voice* I am once again asking for a Clyde blurb for size kink 😩❤️❤️❤️

1.2k, NSFW (soft dom!Clyde, size kink, car sex, semi-nudity in public)

Late at night, when his shifts drag on into the 2’am hour, you get a real strong desire for your man, your Clyde. Sometimes, if you’re in a desperate enough mood for him, you’ll drive on down to Duck Tape and spring your achin’ need on him, and he’s happy enough to comply. But sometimes, you’re too desperate, and you can barely throw enough clothes on to be decent, so Clyde’s gotta meet you at the car.

You’ve called him to let him know you’re on the way for one of those times, and when you pull up to the front of the parkin’ lot, the place jam packed for bein’ a weekend and all, Clyde’s already waiting for you.

Damn it all, was he big. Six foot three without his boots on, and seemingly just as wide. A proper fuckin’ line backer, your Clyde was, and he’s heading your way. One of the things that was so tantalizin’ about him, was the way he was solid, real solid, all the way through. He didn’t have any curves really, he was thick, a brick wall. It made your mouth water, made your hands tap tap tap on the steerin’ wheel in anxious need.

“Hey there lil’ lady,” Clyde opens the rear passenger side door, cuttin’ right to the chase, “Heard you were in need of a good fuckin’.”

“Clyde please, I missed you too bad.” You whine, eagerly climbing over the center console and landing right in his lap, your legs straddling his strong thighs.

“I’ve got ya darlin’, don’t go apologizin’, I’ve got ya.” With a deep rumbling chuckle in his chest, Clyde tugs his cock out and strokes it with his good hand, mouth already seeking yours as you wriggle and whine impatiently above him. He nips at your bottom lip and orders, “Spread them pretty legs for me real nice and slow, let me see her.”

You’re in nothing but a see-through robe, one of the ones Clyde got you as a joke gift one valentine’s day, the mesh type with feathers around the hem and the cuffs. It does absolutely nothing to conceal any part of your body, but you do as he says, spreading your legs, wanting to be good for him.

“I should be punsihin’ you for showin’ up to the bar naked.” Clyde jerks himself off for a minute or two until his cock is so hard it’s got that delicious curve that you’re anxious to get stuffed up into your cunt.

“I’m not naked! I’ve...” You gesture down to the flimsy and see-through robe, huffin’ out a laugh, “Well I’ve got somethin’ on.”

“Not enough sugar, what if I wanted you to come in for a drink? Say hello t’some friends?” Clyde taps the side of your thigh then, and you rise up up up onto your knees, the leather of the car seat creakin’ under the shifting of your weight.

“You wouldn’t.” You breathe as you start to sink down on his cock, the head of it teasin’ right at your folds.

“No?”

“Nope, you want me all to yourself, ain’t that right?” You moan on the last word, as you let gravity pull you down onto Clyde’s dick, needing to steel yourself from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being so fuckin’ full.

“Fuckin’ hell you’re tight.” He grunts lowly, his hand rubbing circles on your back, eyes shuttin’ tight from it all, “C’mon darlin’ relax for me.”

“I can’t help it you’re -- oh yes! -- you’re so big.” You moan, because he was! He was ten inches of pure fucking power, and all of it was buried down to the hilt inside your body. You can feel the head of his cock knocking against your cervix, and it’s almost painful, but not quite, just so much.

“You like that I’m big?” Clyde eggs you on, an uncharacteristic speech that only tends to come out this late at night, when it’s just the two of you in the whole wide world, “Like how I can fill ya up real good?”

“Yes yes yes, I do, I love it Clyde, fuck I love you.” You’re bouncing on his cock, now that your body has had a minute to adjust, you can’t stop yourself from thrusting down onto it, taking the pleasure that his massive body gives you. You rock and grind your hips against his, your hands clutching and clinging to his shoulder for leverage. He’s so sturdy that he doesn’t barely move even as you bounce and moan wantonly loud.

“Alrigh’ stay quiet for me now, don’t go makin’ me cover that pretty mouth o’yours.” Clyde leans in to kiss at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, and you have half a mind to tell him to gag you anyway, wanting to be stuffed from both ends, all over.

But then that would mean he doesn’t get to touch your clit and make you cry in pleasure, so you shut your mouth and swallow the louder shouts down into somethin’ less attention-grabbin’. It was a full bar after all.

“Come for me darlin’, get what you came here for.” Clyde is close, you can tell just from the husk of his voice, the way he’s startin’ to thrust up into you erratically, no longer as composed as he was.

“Oh fuck!” You suck in a sharp breath, tryin’ not to be loud in case anyone’s in the parkin’ lot, as the two of you come in tandem, the heat from your bodies steaming up the car.

A minute or so later, Clyde helps you off his lap, and buttons himself back up into his jeans. He gets out of the back seat and reaches onto the floor where you’ve stashed a little towel for this exact purpose, and dutifully cleans you down while you grin up at him through hooded eyelids.

“I came to see you too, y’know. It ain’t just about your cock or nothin’, honest.” You say sincerely, and he blushes deeply, his ego shootin’ through the roof.

“I know.” He kisses you gently, that big bear of yours shy and snuggly underneath his hardened exterior, “But I gotta admit, I like that you like it so much. Ain’t never had a girl go so wild over me.”

“Good thing you married then, huh?” You wink, and he blushes even deeper.

“Yep.” He takes a good look at ya, sighs out a little, “I wish I could bring you in for that damn drink. I don’t want you to go just yet.”

“Well, maybe you could lay out here with me for a while? Ain’t like the bar’ll turn to anarchy if you sit with me for a couple more minutes.” You offer, and he nods, takin’ you up on it, climbing back into the rear seat and settling himself on your chest, listenin’ to your heart beat.

The whole damn thing could go up in flames and he wouldn’t give a shit, if it means he gets to sit here with you, he thinks, and even though he doesn’t say it, you hear it anyway, and hold him extra tight for those few golden minutes before you make the drive back home, knowing he’ll be walkin’ through your door again soon for round two.

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#clyde logan #clyde logan/reader #clyde logan x reader #adam driver fanfic #adcu #clyde logan smut #logan lucky #clyde logan imagine

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