#all you had to do was come back <- that's just the kinda person i am you know

[prettygirl-gabi]

Full-Court Love

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader x Azzi Fudd

POV: First-person

Fandom: UConn’s Women’s Basketball

Word Count: 1,500+

Summary: they make time they always do

Valentine’s Day as a college athlete is a tricky thing.

Between practices, classes, and upcoming games, there’s barely any time to breathe, let alone plan something romantic. And this year? It was even worse.

We had the biggest game of the season against South Carolina on the 16th, which meant Coach had us locked into an intense practice schedule. No distractions. No excuses.

But when you’re dating both Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd?

You make time. They make time.

The first sign that Paige and Azzi were up to something came when I walked into the locker room after practice and found a red envelope sitting on top of my bag.

I glanced around, but everyone else was either showering or changing, too focused on their own post-practice routines to notice.

Curious, I picked it up and opened it.

Inside was a simple note, written in Azzi’s neat handwriting:

“Meet us in the film room. Don’t be late. ❤️”

I raised an eyebrow, then shook my head, a smile tugging at my lips.

Whatever they had planned, I already knew it was going to be good.

By the time I got to the film room, I could hear Paige’s laughter through the door.

I pushed it open to find her and Azzi standing in front of the projector screen, which was now displaying a homemade PowerPoint slide that read:

“WHY YOU SHOULD BE OUR VALENTINE”

I blinked. “You made a PowerPoint?”

Paige grinned. “You know I love a good presentation.”

Azzi nodded, holding up a remote. “We have five slides prepared.”

I crossed my arms, biting back a laugh. “This is so unserious.”

Paige smirked. “Just sit down and watch, babe.”

I sighed dramatically but took a seat. “Fine. Impress me.”

Azzi clicked to the next slide, which had a picture of me in my UConn jersey mid-game, looking absolutely locked in. Underneath it, the text read:

“Reason #1: You’re the best player on the team (don’t tell Coach we said that).”

I snorted. “Y’all are ridiculous.”

Paige grinned. “Next slide, Z.”

The next one showed a candid photo of the three of us from last semester, curled up together on the couch, half-asleep during a movie night.

“Reason #2: You make every moment better.”

I felt my heart squeeze a little.

Azzi glanced at me, a small smile on her face. “It’s true. Even when we’re exhausted, just being with you makes everything feel easier.”

Paige nudged her. “Damn, getting sentimental already?”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Paige.”

I grinned, shaking my head. “Y’all are actually kinda cute.”

Paige winked. “Just wait.”

The next slide had a picture of me standing between them after a game, arms around their shoulders, all three of us grinning.

“Reason #3: We love you, duh.”

I exhaled softly, warmth spreading through my chest.

Paige leaned against the desk. “We know the timing sucks this year with the South Carolina game coming up, but we didn’t want today to just feel like any other day.”

Azzi nodded. “So, will you be our Valentine?”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the smile on my face. “Like I’d ever say no to you two.”

Paige grinned. “Good answer.”

Azzi smirked. “We also have dinner plans.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Coach explicitly said no distractions—”

Paige waved a hand. “Coach didn’t say we couldn’t eat dinner.”

Azzi nodded. “And we already cleared it with the team. A bunch of them are doing their own little date nights before we go full lock-in mode tomorrow.”

I sighed, standing up. “Y’all really thought of everything, huh?”

Paige smirked. “Always.”

Azzi grabbed my hand. “Come on. It’s a surprise.”

They took me to a small, cozy Italian restaurant about fifteen minutes off campus, one of those places you’d never notice unless you were looking for it.

The second we walked in, I realized Paige and Azzi had really planned ahead—the restaurant had a private table set up in the back, complete with dim lighting and a tiny vase of roses in the center.

I turned to them, impressed. “Okay, I was expecting something chill, but y’all actually went all out.”

Paige grinned, pulling out a chair for me. “Only the best for our girl.”

Azzi sat down across from me, smiling softly. “We figured we wouldn’t get much alone time after today, so we wanted to make this one count.”

I glanced between them, warmth pooling in my chest. “I love you two, you know that?”

Paige smirked. “We do now.”

Azzi reached across the table, lacing her fingers with mine. “Love you too.”

Paige nodded, grabbing my other hand. “Love you more.”

I rolled my eyes. “We’re not doing the ‘who loves who more’ thing at this table.”

Azzi smirked. “That sounds like something someone losing would say.”

Paige cackled. “OHH, she got you.”

I groaned. “Y’all are literally the worst.”

Paige winked. “And you love it.”

Unfortunately for me, she wasn’t wrong.

After dinner, we walked back to the car, hands intertwined as the cold February air nipped at our skin.

Paige nudged me playfully. “So, did we do okay?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Okay? Y’all actually managed to surprise me. That’s a first.”

Azzi grinned. “That was the goal.”

I looked between them, my heart feeling way too full. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

Paige smirked. “Just wait until next year.”

Azzi nodded. “We’re only getting started.”

And knowing them?

I believed it.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[v3n1ce-bxtch]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Off to the Races Valentines Day Special ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Older!Rafe x Reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, impact play, use of “daddy”,cussing, breeding kink, cum swallowing, Rafe’s kinda rough, size kink, MDNI!!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ a/n: Happy Valentines Day loves!💋💗more fics coming soon!!

Rafe had never been one for grand gestures, but tonight was different. He’d surprised you with a pink Supra, sparkling jewelry that caught the light with every movement, and a dinner he had somehow managed to cook himself—though he would never admit how much of it was made by the chef with a little personal flair. You couldn’t help but laugh as he stood at the stove, holding a pair of tongs with a look of intense concentration. “You’re gonna love this, Darlin’,” he’d said with a smile, setting the table with care.

As the evening settled into its warmth, you found yourselves curled up on the couch, the soft glow of the fireplace dancing around you both. Your head rested on his shoulder as he lazily stroked your hair, his breath warm against your cheek.

“You know,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his jawline, “I think you might just be the best gift I could’ve gotten tonight.” Your voice was playful, teasing. “Although, I’m curious to see what you’ve got planned for later.”

Rafe’s lips curled into a slow smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ll see soon enough, Darlin’. You’ve been good tonight. Now, you just relax.” His hand traced your arm, sending shivers down your spine. His thumb brushed lightly across your lips before he kissed you again, soft and lingering.

You couldn’t resist being playful, your voice hushed but still full of excitement. “What if I don’t want to relax?” you whispered, your lips brushing against his neck. “What if I want you… right now?”

Rafe’s grip tightened around you as he smirked. “If that’s what you want,” he murmured, his voice dropping low with heat. “I’ve got no problem making sure you get exactly what you need.”

With that, he swept you off the couch, lifting you in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You let out a small laugh, kissing him all over his face, trailing little kisses down his neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “You spoil me, Rafe,” you whispered with a smile, as he carried you effortlessly to his room.

He gave you a look that was both tender and full of desire. “It’s not spoiling you if you deserve it, Darlin’.” He set you down on the bed gently, his hands brushing over your body as his lips followed every inch of your skin. “Now, let’s see just how much I can spoil you tonight.”

Rafe pulled your pink mini skirt down before toying with your panties . He whistled,”Damn, my favorite. I’m gonna have fun ruining these, I know you’re so wet for me right now.” He pushed them to the side.

“Rafey! Don’t mess them up!” You giggled.

He smirked smugly and stuck two fingers in you,”Hm, well last time I checked I bought them. So I can do whatever the fuck I want, Darlin’.” He explored your cunt before finding your sweet spot.

“Right there, Rafey!” You squirmed and squeezed around his fingers.

”Are you sure, Darlin’?” He sped up his pace and started sucking your clit.

You gasped and moaned, closing your eyes,”Oh fuck! Yes!” You put your hands on his head,”Keep going.” You gasped breathlessly. He chuckled and did in fact keep going until you came.

After a minute or so he pulled back, taking his fingers out and putting them in your mouth,”Fuckin’ taste yourself baby, this is all me.”

You took his fingers out of your mouth, one of your hands on his wrist and your other palming his hard cock,”You need a lil’ help with that, Rafey?” You giggled, teasing him.

He groaned and put his head back,”Fuck, yeah I do.” He took his belt of and wrapped them around your wrists,”You wanna help me?”

You nodded eagerly,”Mhm!”

He chuckled,”Needy needy girl.” He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took his dress pants and boxers off. He spat in his hand and pumped his cock a few times before lining it up. He winced as he slowly pushed his tip in.

You felt an uncomfortable stretch and you whimpered,”Rafey.” You whined.

He kissed your forehead while he started a steady movement,”You okay, Darlin’?”

You nodded quickly, biting your lip to contain a squeal.

He gently grabbed your jaw,”Come on baby, I wanna hear you.” You nodded again and let out a high pitched squeal. He smiled,”There’s my Darlin’, keep making those noises f’me baby.” He put your hands around his waist and moved quicker, making the bed creak loudly.

You clutched onto the pillow as Rafe ruthlessly pounded into you,”Fuck! Rafey it’s too much! Daddy!” You yelped, squeezing your eyes closed.

He grunted,”You want me to stop, Darlin’?”

“No daddy!” You responded.

He groaned,”Perfect.” He drawled,”I don’t I was able too, this tight cunt keeps sucking me back in.” He leaned down to kiss youdeeply then pulled back,”You’re so beautiful, y/n.” He smiled

down at you. You couldn’t respond, so you smiled back at him. All of a sudden, he pulled out and turned you over on your stomach then hovered over you.

You whimpered,”Rafeee, why’d you stop? I was almost there!”

He sighed,”Stop complainin’, Darlin’. I’m not done yet.” He lined himself up again and roughly shoved himself in you,”See?” He grunted,”I’m not done.” He delivered a rough smack on your ass before grabbing it, his hard callouses on his palms digging into your ass.

You squealed,”Daddy!” You squeezed your eyes shut.

He smirked,”Keep calling’ me that baby.” He slapped your ass again while fucking your your cunt, making your shake under his touch.

You moaned,”Daddyyy.”

“That’s a good girl.” He groaned,”You want my cum, Darlin’? You want me to fill you up?” He grabbed your face, making you stretch your neck to face him. You whimpered. He shook his head,”I need a fuckin’ answer.” He said a tad bit more aggressive.

You nodded, gasping,”Y-yes I do!”

“Say it like you mean it.” He slammed into you roughly before returning back to his original pace.

“I do! I really do!” You squirmed, your nails digging into the leather of Rafe’s belt.

He slapped your ass a few times and stretched the waist band of your panties, making it snap off,”C’mon, say the exact words, Darlin’.”

You groaned,”Fuck! I want your cum, daddy! I want you to fill me up, daddy!” You screamed.

He chuckled,”There’s my girl.” He lowered himself on you, trapping you in your position.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered barely above a whisper, but Rafe somehow heard you.

“Cum f’me baby, Daddy just needs a few minutes.” He slowed his pace down slightly.

You felt the familiar feeling of an orgasm forming, your mouth opened and you let out a moan,”Fuck!”

He kissed your neck softly,”Keep squeezin’ my cock. I’m almost there.” After a few minutes, Rafe slowed down, his hips bucking into you. Soon after, you felt warm ribbons of cum in your sore cunt. You both played there in silence, breathing heavily. He pulled out of you and rolled you back over on your back before plopping right next to you, evidently still hard.

You smiled at him,”That was good.” Your hands slowly trailed down to his cock,”You still wanna go?” You swirled your thumb over the tip and stroked his cock slowly.

He put his hand over yours, guiding your motions,”Mhm.” He rolled his eyes back and he moved your hands faster,”Fuck.”

You moved his hand out of the way and positioned your mouth over his cock, licking the tip before taking some of him in your mouth. His hips bucked and he gently put his hand on your head pushing you down,”Damn, your mouth feels s’ good around me.” You giggled around his length, still stroking the base. He pushed your head down more,”Tap my thigh if it’s too much.” You nodded, looking at him with your glossy eyes. You sucked gently, which made him shudder,”Fuck! I’m bouta cum, Darlin’.” His hips met your mouth and his hands pushed your head farther down, then you felt Rafe’s hot cum in the back of your throat. You pulled your head back, gasping and swallowing what he gave you.

He motioned for you to come lay your head on his chest,”Did I hurt you baby?”

You shook your head, smiling,”Nope. I’m good.” You drew circles, hearts and stars on his chest with your pointer finger.

“Good. You want me to start the bath? I bought you those bath salts you wanted.”

You sat up and gasped, peppering kisses on his his face,”Thank you, Rafey!”

He smiled and picked you up off the bed,”Anything for you, Darlin’. Any day.”

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[chevxyn]

tropes!

blue lock characters as romance stories genre.

fluff, written, romantic, alternate universes.

valentines special.

note; happy valentines day everyone, sorry that i have not been uploading; i am so busy these days :((

ROMANTIC COMEDY — Shidou, Karasu, Otoya.

Shidou, would be the all time favorite male lead if he was in a romantic comedy. you’re the opposite of him. he was loud, and you were quiet.

One of the most embarrassing thing he did was when he came up to you, and fell midway. As you went to him to ask him if he’s fine, he did those cringe pick up lines. Let me just, re-enact that scene;

It was after school, you had just finished your day to day activities, including extracurriculars. Now Shidou, (for whatever reasons) decided to wait for you.

When you went out of your extracurricular room, he suddenly ran himself to you, and before he could jump to you, he fell.

Your eyes widened as you walk towards him, crouching down to his level. And before you could ask if he’s fine, his gaze went to you, finger-guns pointing at you, he says, “Did you see that? Guess you can say, I fell for you.” and winked.

You cringed internally before chuckling, before helping Shidou to stand up, and you both walked back home.

He would also joke to you about him liking his friend that is in his football team more, but if he would really be honest. He would choose you anytime and any day, rather than him.

Karasu, his story on how he fell for you is kind of ironic. So somebody liked you, and told him about it. And he thought, Hey.. What if I matchmake? he did, but, it didn’t turn out like he thought it would be.

When he decided to ask you to become his tutor (even tho he was pretty smart), you agreed cause he said the opposite. Not knowing it was solely to just figure out what you liked and don’t. Unknown to him, with how the two of your chemistry worked. He fell for you too.

“So, you were trying to set me up with someone else?” You chuckled and his hand slithered to your shoulder, “Maybe.” he looks at you.

“You’re not a really good wingman, Tabi.” you said, and he glanced at your direction. “How did they act when they found out we were dating instead?”

“Well, safe to say, they hate me” He smirked and you just leaned into his shoulder, giving a small smile, “But atleast I now have the most amazing tutor.” As he said that you gave his back a small hit, “What was that for?”

“For making me giving my all to tutor you, just to figure out you are smart enough.” with that, he just gave out a small laugh; and he kisses the side of your hair mumbling a small ‘I love you’.

So yeah, he was suppose to matchmake you, he was the one who fell and got you. To him, you’re the most perfect person, and nothing could make you mediocre.

Otoya, he is someone that made a bet. yeah, him, and his friends made a bet on if he could try and get that quiet person on their class.

When he agreed to the bet, everytime he made a move on you, you kinda just ignored him since you knew of his reputation. But after weeks of him pressuring you to go out with him, you agreed.

And he took you to a festival, only to realize at that festival, you are that kind of someone that he would admire. And eventually, he did fell for you, without the feeling of you being bothersome.

“Is this another bet?” You were standing beside him, a year at the same spot they had their first date. You knew about the bet a week after they made it, you weren’t dumb. But you didn’t expect he would fall for you and vice versa.

But here is the two of you, coming back here, at the same night and place of where they saw the fireworks together. “I don’t do bets anymore, babe.”

You just smiled and turned your gaze towards him, “And I don’t play with someone’s feelings.” He continued, “Anymore.” you finished and he held your shoulder.

And he promised as such, to himself. That he will be committed to you, since in the years he had lived, you are the only one that made him comfortable enough.

ROMANTIC FANTASY — Sae, Ness, Kaiser

Sae, He was the Crowned Prince of the Northern Kingdom. Who was the elder brother of your soon to be betrothed, you both first met in the Garden.

The first time you saw him, the two of you didn’t think much of eachother. Although, fate played a game. And the two of you would bump into eachother constantly, from the Library to the same Garden.

Eventually you both did talk more than you would with his brother, and when his father figured it out. They re-arranged the plan. And surprisingly, the two of you didn’t mind.

“[name],” it has been a few months since the two of you got married, and the two of you are set to lead the kingdom together. he called you, and your glance went to him. “Hm?”

“Ever thought what would’ve happened if you had married my brother?” he asked, his hand searching for yours, and when they held eachother, you gave a subtle smile, “i would assume it’d be a less interesting story.”

“I’m glad I got to marry you, Sae.” you said and he smiled, before pulling you close to him. “So am I,” he was so sure he wouldn’t fall for anyone during his life. So at that time when he met you at the Garden, and so on, he knew what true love is, and that is you.

So did he fell for you on the first sight? possibly, did he plan the ‘fate’ on meeting you everytime? definitely.

Ness, You were the knight of the kingdom, While you were walking the halls of the castle, a guy, that looked around your age, was searching for something.

At first, he looked like a guy that was gonna steal something from the hall, and when you stopped him, he panicked and introduced himself.

He was the new Magician, a new entertainer for the King and Queen. He introduced himself as Alexis, a guy from the North.

You apologized for scaring him and he was okay with it, and from there, the two of you were friends. Although there was something there that you couldn’t see.

“So, you defeated a dragon?” Alexis was surprised when you mentioned it and was admired of you, not that he wasn’t. “I did, it wasn’t that hard anyways.”

“You’re so easy to be admired, [name].” A pink hue could be seen in his cheek, and you just chuckled, “Thank you. I mean, you’re an awesome magician too.”

“What— no no, I have a frien—“ You let out a small ‘shh’ sound, “I wanna hear more about you, not that guy.” His cheeks reddened and he nodded. The sunset accompanied them, as they would get to know eachother better.

Kaiser, he was a general, during the war against another, he got shot by an arrow. He thought it was over, when he felt his vision getting blurry and darkened.

He never expected that he would wake up in a forest home, where an Elf came to his aid. It was you, you were kind enough to find him and took him in.

He thought the Elves was just myth, infact he thought he had died and this was just an Angel, but it proved him wrong when you touched his face just to let him know how real you are.

He didn’t wanna leave yet, not when an Elf looking Angel came to his rescue. Infact, he seems interested in you, as you are to him.

“You’re cute, ya know that?” He said to you, and your eyes averted it’s gaze to him, “Hum?” He glanced at your pointed ears, and how you looked at him.

“Come home with me.” He said and you frowned, you know you can’t go. You’re forbidden to go there due to the warnings that the Humans would kill the Elves. “I promise I won’t let them hurt you.”

Your heart raced, and you looked down. “Promise?” And he nodded, pulling your face close to his. Before he gave your forehead a kiss.

SCI-FI ROMANCE — Nagi, Isagi, Rin

Nagi, You met him on a game, VR to be exact. Where he absolutely destroyed you in a shooting game. Cause you somewhat hated losing, you dmed him.

1v1 occurred, and the two of you didn’t stop until you won. Which you did after losing 5 consecutive times to him. But it ended up making the two of you friends.

Months went pass, and the two of you met, it didn’t take long until you get an attraction towards him, and so did he.

The two of you sat down next to each other, on a flying board, enjoying the view of the city. Flying cars was passing by, as he laid down on the board.

And he pulled you down next to him, “The stars, despite dying looks beautiful.” He said and you glanced at him, “It’s like you.”

“..Are you telling me, I’m dying?” You hit his shoulder, and he huffed, “No. that’d be bothersome to think of, I meant you’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks heated up, and he laid his head on your shoulder, “I’ll teach you to be better in the game, only if you agree to be mine.” He said and you chuckled, “Sure.”

Isagi, fell down a black hole, and landed on your planet. He was nothing like you ever saw, where you came from you were cyborgs.

He was lucky enough that you met him first, and how two spoke the same language, and that the Planet that he is on isn’t quite as different as Earth.

How the two of you got close is when he figured out that you played something that called “Air-Football” Which was similar to football, but which he plays Professionally.

“So, the rules are just like football.” He said and you raised your eyebrow, “Eh, I guess if that’s what it’s called in your world.”

You were amazing at it, you scored goals after goals, it made Isagi wondered, what if you played the football that he knew?

When he tried it, he was not that bad, he just struggled at the part where well, you float. Everytime he falls, you would catch him.

One time, he fell on you, and the two of you chuckled on how he couldn’t get the hang of it. Honestly, the two of your chemistry was good, he never really had this type of chemistry with someone.

Rin, was a space explorer, searching for his brother. But, while being a planet, he saw someone that was laying down on the green grass. surrounded by flying creatures.

When they woke up, they looked like something that was not from this earth that’s for sure, wings that looks like ones of fairies that he would hear from his childhood stories.

You looked at him with your eyes that was oddly enchanting, and he froze. Before asking you if you ever saw someone that was on his photograph.

“No, I have not.” you had said, as your wings fluttered, your feet off the ground. “Why? is he lost?” You asked, and he looked at you, not wanting to answer that.

But, rather than letting him go alone, you decided to accompany him cause of sympathy. And you joined him, in hope you will find his brother with him.

He refused at first, but he eventually agreed after some persuasive arguments, and to be honest, it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

“And this is Earth,” he said, he showed the holographic image, and your eyes would sparkle, he gave a subtle smile at that, he thought you were cute cause you are amazed at everything that he showed about earth, he liked that about you.

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Valentines

requested?: no pairing(s): Simon 'Ghost' Riley x afab!reader genre: fluff, smut warning(s): unprotected sex (not promoting this, wrap it please), soft sex, reader being a hopeless romantic, ghost not knowing what to do whatsoever on valentines, kinda oc reader (only for favourite animal, if you dont like it you can change it), oral (f recieving), face sitting, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, not proofread (and is so fucking rushed, im sorry) summary: 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦... word count: 1.9k a/n: happy valentines everyone! spending it alone yet again, but its okay because we have a whole ass ghost fic with soft sex and valentines. hope everyone has a lovely day wherever you are, even the single people and the people with partners (i am not the latter). i also promise that i am almost done the alex volkov and happy go lucky reader fic, so it should be out over the weekend, i js wanted to give you a valentines special as i did last year (my first ever fic i think), either way, it is almost done! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (honestly, i apologise in advance because this was so rushed so ya'll could have a valentines special out on valentines, so i am so sorry ya'll if this is shit) -Cilla

simon never got the point of valentines. it was just people in love celebrating their love and showing it through overly expensive flowers and chocolate, what was the point when people showed they loved each other every day? maybe it was the way he was brought up, or maybe it was the fact he had just never found the right person to celebrate with, or maybe he wasn’t built that way.

well, that’s what he thought, until you. you made your way into his life, all flowery and bubbly, but most of all, ever-loving. you loved almost everything. animals, nature, sweet treats. but most importantly, you loved him.

honestly, you hadn’t been together for long. you had started dating a few days after valentines the year before when johnny had managed to get him a blind date with someone who he thought simon would like. your date was a few months before valentines, but you didn’t decide you had liked each other until a few days after valentines.

simon didn’t not like you, he just thought you were too good for him and a girl like you should date someone who wasn’t like him, someone who hadn’t seen the harsh terrors of the world and someone who wouldn’t wake up from night terrors almost every night. but you didn’t care about all that and fought for him, going on date after date until the two of you eventually became romantic partners.

so, you had both never celebrated valentines together and simon honestly didn’t know what you wanted. he knew your favourite animal was an otter, so he got you an otter teddy to add to your collection, but other than that, he didn’t know. you had insisted you didn’t want anything or much, but he wanted to spoil you the way you deserved.

he had been on deployment for a few months prior to valentines, and he was coming back the day before. that was how he had managed to get you a teddy. he was sure you would love it. as soon as he got home, he hid it somewhere he knew you wouldn’t find it (up a height). and spent the day with you (and inside of you), catching up with what he missed while he was gone.

you both went to bed together later that night after watching a sappy romance movie which simon had complained the whole time (you were sure he truly loved it) before you went off to bed and he was inside of you once again. once you had fallen asleep that night, he had managed to book you both a table at your favourite restaurant before letting you curl against him and went to sleep as well.

he woke up first the following morning, immediately untangling himself from you to go and retrieve the things he had gotten you. it wasn’t much, but it was quite expensive, which he knew you would yell at him for, but he didn’t care. he wanted to spoil his girl.

“happy valentines, lovie” he smiled when you woke up. you sat up immediately, wiping the sleep from your eyes and smiling. he hugged you as you hugged him back.

when you both pulled away, he pulled the otter teddy from behind his back, your eyes went wide and your face broke out into an even wider smile.

“oh my god, si, thank you so much, i love him!” you took him from him softly and held him up to your chest which was still bare from the night before. “i think i’m gonna name him olly”

simon smiled at you. it was something he had always admired about you, how you always managed to stay positive even when the world had turned to shit. simon was stiff as you hugged him again. you could tell it was somewhat awkward for him as he had never celebrated valentines before, so he didn’t really know what to do.

he also pulled out a small ring, and you got him a new watch as well as a chain with the both of your initials on.

you were both in bed afterwards, sharing soft yet very intimate kisses. his hands were all over you while yours were resting on his shoulders.

they were soft and small until the kisses started to get more deep and passionate. you shifted so you were straddling his thighs. you were both still naked from the previous night, so you didn’t have to do much. you whimpered softly into his mouth as you grinded down on him.

you could feel him beginning to harden beneath you as you continued to grind down on him, your slick beginning to coat his thighs. he pushes you away.

“I want you to sit on my face” he says bluntly, his eyes lidded and full of lust. you bite your lip softly.

you were insecure enough to not want to crush him, but then again you had also done it before, so you knew it wouldn’t be that bad. you moved up the bed until you were straddling his face.

he grabbed your thighs and pulled you all the way down. his mouth latched to your clit, sucking and licking as he licked a stripe up your folds, shoving his tongue inside of your hole. you moaned and whimpered softly as he did so, gripping onto his hair as he did so.

he licked and slurped you for all you’re worth, making you moan and whimper. you ground down against his face, wanting as much friction as he could give you. you threw your head back as he did so. simon held your thighs down against his face so you wouldn’t move away, sensing you were getting close.

“oh god, si- m’ gonna come” you moan out, continuing to grind against his face as he kept slurping your cunt up as though it was his last meal, eventually adding a couple fingers and curling them inside of you, making you moan harder and louder. yeah, you were definitely going to come now.

“mhm” he grunts against your pussy, sending vibrations that made you jolt. “come for me then” he mumbles against your cunt, the vibrations were making you go absolutely feral, making you feel more sensitive by the second.

it only took a few more sucks and curls inside of you before your juices were splattered all over his face, simon wasn’t complaining as he just slurped everything up as though his life depended on it. he continued to ride you out what felt like your longest-lasting orgasm ever.

he moved you down his body so you were back sitting on his lap, he wiped your juices from his chin, a shit-eating grin on his face as he did so. you watched too intently as he did so. you clenched around nothing, your ovaries feeling like they were about to explode with how horny you felt at that moment in time.

he smirks and props himself up on his elbows.

“gonna need you to ride me now, lovie” he says, it sounded condescending, and from your previous position over his face, your thighs wouldn’t last long before they gave out. he must be a mind reader at this point, because he then added “oh don’t worry, lovie, i’ll help you”

it was almost subconscious in the way his hands moved to your hips to lift you onto his hardened cock. the tip was red and already leaking pre-cum. he was always massive, no matter how many times the two of you had sex, you would always need a few seconds to adjust to his size. as he slowly lowered you onto him, you had to bite your tongue to stop you making a guttural sound.

it took you a few seconds to adjust to his size, bearing in mind you had last had sex less than 24 hours ago, and began moving your hips slightly. it started off with just rolling your hips on hip, rolling them in soft circles to get yourself going at first, but then you began to bounce softly.

simon’s hands stayed on your hips the whole time, helping you bounce on his cock. simon was never usually a vocal person in bed, but he always loved when you rode him with him helping you, so that’s the only point in which he would become vocal. he was letting out the occasional grunt and groan as he bounced you.

it was beginning to be him doing all the work, you doing nothing and letting him lift and slam your hips back down on hip. his pelvis was getting soaked with your juices as your cunt squelched with his large cock. it was full trying to accommodate his full length.

you were beginning to get tired and simon knew this as you were putting less and less effort into bouncing on his cock. he began to start moving his hips upwards to meet yours when they were going down, making him hit a whole new place inside of you, making you yelp at first.

you then started to moan louder as his length was hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over, making your cunt squelch louder as well as your moans that reciprocated the volume of your pussy.

he had a smirk on his face the entire time, but his smirk got wider when he decided to reach a hand down to play with your puffy and overstimulated clit, making you jolt and whimper. you were getting closer and closer with each passing moment and you knew at some point you were going to come, you could feel it and simon could feel his orgasm coming on.

he continued to meet your downward thrusts with his upwards ones, making you make sounds you didn’t know you could ever make.

the rubbing on your clit and simon’s cock repeatedly hitting that oh-so sweet spot inside of you was too much. the knot was forming in your stomach and it was tightening fast.

“it’s okay lovie, let go, come for me” simon says, it sounds strained and you could tell he was close too by the way he looked down at where the two of you met then threw his head back. “fuck, you’re so gorgeous” he says with his head back before looking at you with his hooded eyes.

that was all it took for you to come completely undone for him. letting your hips come down one more time before throwing your head back and clamping so hard down on him that he could have sworn you resembled a vice, but he didn’t mind because that was what made him come too, spilling his white-hot cum all over your velvety walls.

you came down from your highs not long later, panting and reaching for each other’s embrace.

simon picked you up with him still inside of you and only pulled out when you reached the bathroom. he sat you down on the toilet, leaving for you to for you to do your business then helping you wash your hands before running a bath for the both of you.

“i got us a table at that place you like” he says softly as he helps you get into the bath first before climbing in behind you. you smiled and thanked him, saying he was perfect. you leaned your head back against him, on his chest.

maybe simon didn’t mind the overly expensive flowers and chocolate if it meant he got to see the love of his life happy.

[slight-gaming-addict]

Hello!! May i request for the headcannons twisted wonderland characters?

Where reader is very affecionate person and kinda clumsy whenever they are dating with them (nrc characters), YET they are very smart that every class lesson, they will write the note until it's full, since reader when they are at their world back then was always get the 2nd or 1st rank academic especially that relate to sciences.

(The characters in twisted wonderland is up to you, can be only housewarden, or vice housewarden or the first years)

Sorry if my grammar is bad, love your writting and hope you have a great day! ^^

sweetest devotion

masterlist | ko-fi

characters with a smart & affectionate reader

characters: leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, vil schoenheit

warnings: fluff, i accidentally made vil's slightly suggestive, not proofread

𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓

he isn't really aware of how smart you are, mostly because he never shows up to class to begin with

gets annoyed when you initiate a cuddle session, only to pull back a couple hours later when you insist on having to go to class

he'll grip onto you so tight that you struggle to push out of his grasp, practically falling off the bed in your attempts to free yourself

you just smile at him when he looks at you with that grumpy look on his face, but will always say no when you ask him if he's going to class that day

you come to terms with him never wanting to go to class early on, just settling on giving him the notes after it's done

it doesn't really click in his brain whenever you give him the notes that you actually enjoy the class and do well in it, just grumbly skims through whatever stuff he already knows and doesn't care about

it's when ruggie threatens him for the nth time that week about going to at least one class that he gets annoyed at him and eventually just agrees

but that doesn't mean he's going to be diligent about getting to said class

he gets to the class twenty minutes in, ignoring the rest of the students and just slumping in vacant chair next to you

you smile when you see him in class for once, even if he is just slouching in the chair staring off into space

you instinctively grab his hand under the desk as the lesson continues

the warmth of your hand is the only thing really keeping him there

is genuinely surprised when he hears how much you actually know about the information in the class

watches in awe as you jot down almost everything the professor is saying without a pause

he's learning something new about you every day

𝑨𝒛𝒖𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐

gets so flustered every time you compliment him or hold his hand

tries to play it off but he's really bad at it

he's immediately captivated by you when he finds out how smart you are in the classroom

you'll find him just staring at you when you lift your head up from your paper

he'll turn away from you in embarrassment when he's caught

but he'll just go back to admiring you a couple minutes later

practically swoons if you offer to help him with any business related things

he'll be so excited to tell you everything about it, and let you help him out with things

it's all slightly new to you, so you'll feel bad if you make any mistakes

azul ensures you that mistakes are a given in the line of work and that it's a good learning opportunity

he prefers to work with you than the unpredictability he gets with floyd anyway

it helps when he's constantly getting complimented by you from the work that he does

he's ready to just permanently keep you apart of the team

𝑽𝒊𝒍 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒕

he isn't one for much pda, he has a reputation to uphold after all

knows how affectionate you are and won't outright reject you, but the most he'll do in public is hold your hand

however, the first time he found out about how well you were in potions, he was taken off guard

he knew you were smart, but didn't know how much you actually knew

had to do a double take when he heard you answer the question in class effortlessly, hardly even glancing at your notes

had to stop himself from pulling you to him and putting his mouth on yours right then and there

instead, he scoots his chair closer to yours and grabs your hand under the desk

you're taken off guard by the motion, but you don't pull away

he stays close to you for the rest of the class, practically dragging you through the hallway after it ended

finally gets you alone and does what he's wanted to since the start of class

[motheroffeline]

Infatuation (pt. 2)

Happy late Valentine's Day guys! I would have posted this yesterday, but I was kinda busy sooo yeah here it is lol.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!!, extremely dark, oral (m receiving), sex, photographer!OC!character!Ari x Dom!Aaron Pierre, nicknames (daddy, baby, etc.), explicit name calling (dumbass, bitch, slut,etc...), bondage with zip ties, squirting, fingering (f receiving), humiliation, dubious consent, omniscient third person, and mentions of blackmail. Taglist: @kaylalb @alexinmotion @ovohanna24 @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @honeys-archives @fairygoround Summary: Ari leaves the right-wing room of the venue with a sullen faced Aaron Pierre which gives reason for suspicion. But, after knowing what Ari has on him, he declares that he will take a "momentary" break from the limelight and cameras to reconnect with nature. In reality, Ari plans to condition him into being her personal object. But will she always be in control?

(The story will pick up at Ari's house to clear up any confusion.)

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"Mmmmmmm, I'm sucking this dick good ain't I daddy?" Ari had immediately demanded that Aaron strip naked when they went into her house. It wasn't like Aaron was a weak man, he was over twice the size of Ari and could have cracked her head but why didn't he? Pure shock. The idea of someone close to him betraying him in such a manner left him completely stock still regarding how to handle the situation.

Aaron lets out a guttural moan as Ari deepthroats him, licking and sucking his dick like it was all she could do in life. They were out in the woods nobody knew where he was, and the press would lay off for a while because he announced his hiatus. "What was this bitch up to?" He thought to himself as he stared down into her dark brown eyes as she completely devoured him. Her braids had come unraveled because of how aggressively she was bobbing her head up and down.

"Didn't know you'd be a silent lover, Mr. Pierre. You could at least say something." Cocky, Ari was very cocky about the way she thought he was wrapped around her finger. Those beautiful everchanging eyes would close in arousal and then open with horror at the sight of Ari on her knees.

He was deep in thought and the cusp of cumming all over Ari's face, but he continued to think and think when suddenly it came to him: he would pretend to engage in her sick game. Ari wasn't a normal young woman by any means, going behind anybody's back and stealing information was a fucked up thing to do. In short words, the bitch was crazy and not in a wannabe way either.

"Ari, fuck, keep doing that thing with your tongue, please? I'll be a good boy... ah, I'm gonna cum on your face." He said with genuine arousal as Ari smirked around his length. Some dark part of him wanted to fuck her throat like a fleshlight and tie her down, really give her what she wants. In a blur, he had reluctantly pushed Ari away from him. She was on her back lying on the floor like there was nothing in the world to worry about, staring at him saying "try me" with her eyes.

Everybody that knew Aaron knew that it was very hard to make him angry and even harder to get him to physically engage with anybody, but this was a different situation he had found himself in. This woman had interrupted the flow of his career and his life because she wanted to fuck around and fuck around, he would do with her.

Recognition flashed in Ari's eyes as she stared at the 6'3" man who was no longer entertaining her antics. There was a stark contrast in his eyes, a look of pure determination and sadism brewing just underneath it all. She started to back away from him, but he just walked closer and closer backing her up against the wall.

"Enough is a fucking enough, Ari. I'm tired of this blackmail shit and the childish shit, all of it! You're making me go crazy with how fucked up it all is. Threatening my damn family and then me are you right out of your fucking mind? Like I wouldn't fight back or some shit some time or another well the novelty is gone now, dumbass. I cannot live the rest of my life knowing that you may be doing this to other people. I gotta deal with this shit, now!"

Ari was truly frightened at the deepness of his voice and the conviction in his words as he set his eyes on her. She hurriedly got up from the floor and tried to run somewhere, anywhere but he caught her by the wrist with a bruising grip. She kicked and screamed but he dragged her all the same with a passive look in his eye.

Aaron dragged her into her bedroom unknowingly and pushed her on the bed. Coldness seeped in through the windows making the bed railing cold against her back as he forced her against it. After a long time of silence, Aaron finally said, "I'm gonna tie yo ass up." Sweat dripped unto Ari's nose and she could determine what would happen if she were to be bound by the pure glee in his eyes.

He paced out of the bedroom ignoring Ari chastising and cursing him because what she said didn't even matter now... no, not really. After some time of looking through Ari's cluttered pantry and in her kitchen drawer he finally found a pack of zip ties. Ari was crumpled up on the bed like he left her and it sent a surge of arousal right to his dick at the tears running down her face.

"Nahhh don't cry now, bitch! You wasn't doing that shit when you made me eat you out at the party, you wasn't doing that shit when you was sucking my dick today. You really scared? I personally don't give a fuck. Now, if you get up and decide that you wanna run I'll slap the shit out of you and I don't even hit women but I'll make an exception for you, Ari... Goddamn monster..."

Ari shivered as Aaron secured her arms and legs with the zip ties, his eyes gleaming with something she thought only belonged to her. Deep blue and hazel eyes stared at her through thick lashes observing her every struggle through the zip ties. Her eyes darted across her room hoping that something or someone would save her, but the situation was hopeless.

Aaron practically shrugged off his clothes as he got on top of the bed with Ari and she drooled at the sight of his dick hanging between his legs, balls swinging like a pendulum. She was conflicted on how to feel: turned on by how he was taking action or scared of what those actions would be. He ripped the panties off of her and the fabric breaking against her skin caused Ari let out a mortifying scream. Upon her scream, Aaron smiled and pushed two fingers inside of her core which caused her to moan.

He stroked her g spot, his fingers rubbing against the shallow part that she could never find with her own fingers. Drool ran onto her pillowcase as he dug her out with his fingers trying to draw an orgasm out of her. The way Aaron was looking at her made her clit jump with arousal and she felt herself humping against his fingers.

"M'so good, gonna cum on your fingers.. ahh, right there, right there up some more, please? You feel so good.." Ari felt embarrassed as the muddled moans left her mouth but she couldn't stop them from coming out because of how perfect everything felt even knowing that she was tied up turned her on.

"You soaking up my fingers real good... hear that shit? I know you about to cum go ahead and do that for me baby so I can fuck you." His voice pushed her over the edge and she squirted all over his fingers and the pressure pushed the two intrusions out. Aaron began to rapidly slap her clit with restrained force causing her to form a little puddle beneath where she lay.

He slapped his dick on her mound before rubbing the head in her arousal and pushed in so slowly that Ari could feel every single inch. It was like something she had never felt before and she found herself squirming as he pushed more of himself in. His dick was really splitting her open and she knew in that moment that her ass was his now in a whole lot of ways.

"The fuck you running from, Ari? You want this dick that's why you did all that dumbassery with the photos and the personal information because why else would you go do it? I bet your mama them ashamed they raised a slut like you. But, you love it don't you, Ari? This feeling of being completely. taken. over." He gently thrusted inside her three times, and it already felt like she was being pushed over the edge for a second time. He was digging her shit out like he hadn't fucking anyone in a while, turning her out like it was his job to do it.

After every thrust, his balls would smack against her clit making her yelp but she couldn't even touch him with the way her hands were bound. He flipped Ari over on her stomach and drove his dick back in with a passion hitting every single spot inside of her that had her vision blurry with tears. The bed was creaking as he fucked into her, his brows furrowed with pure, unadulterated lust as he felt Ari's walls flutter around him.

"Ohhh shit! You better cum on this dick, bitch. Mmmm, give me that shit. You thought it was cool didn't you? Blackmail me and then fuck me the rest of your life, right? Well, as you can see the shit didn't work and it never would have. Didn't nobody tell you not to go chasing after every dream? Now look at you, dream turned into a nightmare didn't it?" Ari came around his dick as he kept fucking into her at a punishing pace because he had not yet cum.

As Ari felt his throbbing dick against her walls and the veins rubbing against her insides a growing irony began to form inside of her head: the secluded nature of her house wasn't really helping her right now and the fact that she got the zip ties prior because she thought that she would be tying him up. It was like her life was being written to go exactly the way she didn't want it to go.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum in this pussy. Hope you on birth control, Ari." He grumbled as he thrusted into her for a last time, completely filled her to the brim with his seed as she whined from the full feeling.

Aaron pushed Ari back on her back and stared at her for like 10 minutes. The birds were chirping happily outside because it was morning now and the warmth from the windows did nothing to thaw the coolness inside of the house. His eyes were a forest green now with a hint of hazel but the lust never left his gaze and now it was targeted.

"Ari, I'll play the sick game with you since it seems like you got everything set up for us to play it. I know you still got them photos on your laptop and stuff but it's ight. Everytime I see you going out of your way to try to defame me and fuck with my family I'll do something even worse than this. Just play with me and see what happens, Ari."

To be truthful, Ari found herself wanting to test his boundaries all over again.

[homiesexuallaj]

“Jackass.” “..Dumbass kid.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre/Warnings: fluff, both live in the compound, enemies??/frienemies?? to lovers, name calling (nothing like hateful though), blood, wounds, stitches, thorns, food sharing, sick! reader, grumpy but caring! bucky, kinda proofread

Summary: You and Bucky hate each other's guts, or so you thought. Over the years of your rivalry/friendship, you two seem to soften up ever so slightly. And just in time for Valentine’s Day!

prompts:

one // two // three

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Bucky Barnes. Local resident jackass.

You two had been at each other’s throats since you first ever met. Both of you were stubborn and had “my way or the highway” attitudes. It was horrible since you two lived in the compound with a few others, and even worse when you two had missions together.

Steve was always placing a large palm on Bucky’s shoulder. Sam always had a hand rubbing at the stress lines on his face as he begged you two to “take a break.” Natasha was always working to keep you two separate, dragging you away to the city, her apartment, or your room.

But living in the same place, in the same building. It was always like a ticking time bomb if you two spotted each other across the room. It was always a staring contest, checked shoulders, and snarky comments.

“You look like shit.” “What’d you do? Fall in the middle of a bull run?” “Oh god, you’re coming?” “Old man.” “Fucking kid.” “You’re a dumbass.” “Fuck off.” “Would you get?!” “Quit that!”

But there was an… oddness to your dynamic.

With watchful eyes when the other wasn’t paying attention. Or a freshly brewed pot of coffee in the middle of the night. An oddly placed book that was bound to catch attention. Held doors. And allowed first dibs on the bed of the assigned safe house. Or looming over your shoulder if some random guy tried to talk to you either out in public or on a mission.

Hell, you could barely talk to any guys at the bar before they were throwing fleeting glances over your shoulder before they scampered off. You turned around only to meet Bucky’s irritating blue gaze staring you down over the edge of his glass of whiskey. You’d always turn around, sit down at the bar, and order something stronger.

It’s even worse if you try to bring a guy home. It’s always, “Who's this?” “Where’d you met him?” “How long have you known him?” “One night!?” “..Well, where does he work?” “What kind of car does he drive?” “What’s the license plate number?” “What’s his mom’s maiden name?” “What high school did he go to?” “Where did he go to college?” “What bank does he bank with?” “You know his social security number?”

“Bucky-!”

“What?!” . . . “Get out.”

And off goes the guy.

“You’re a jackass.”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you stopped bringing weird guys home.”

And then you’re storming off to your room and slamming the door shut. You throw yourself down on your bed and make grumbly noises into your pillow as you rant to yourself. Then, you’re reaching into your nightstand drawer to fish out something that could help you with your personal problem that you were originally going to deal with- with another human person, not an electronic vibrator.

And good god. Don’t even get started on the fact that you can’t even get stood up on a date alone.

You had made a reservation for one of the nicer restaurants down in Brooklyn. You were supposed to meet a guy here you met online. But thirty minutes pass. And then an hour. The guy’s a no show.

So, there you are in a nice, crimson colored dress and all alone with a meal for one. You’re not even hungry anymore. Picking at your food as you sip at a bottle of beer you traded for a glass of champagne. When to your right, someone goes,

“Beer? Really?”

You look up.

There’s Bucky. He’s dressed in a white dress shirt and slacks, of course with his famous leather gloves. His hair is brushed back, but a singular strand falls over his forehead. If you two didn’t hate each other so much, you might even say he’s handsome. But he’s totally, definitely not handsome at all, nuh uh.

"You've been teasing me all this time about being single just for you to get stood up?" He says with a bemused expression. Clearly, Bucky is entertained by your suffering.

You don’t say anything. You send him a glare instead before you’re looking back down at your food, which is room temperature now. And then you’re jostled to the side as a bulky body shoves you down the booth.

"Move over,” Bucky demands, shoving his way into the booth to sit beside you. “You're lucky I'm hungry."

“There’s a whole other booth, Barnes,” You point to the empty booth.

“This one looks comfier,” Bucky shrugs, picking up your fork so he can start munching down on your pasta.

You roll your eyes, ignoring the way Bucky is practically pressed into you. Your thighs touch and your shoulders are pressed together. The fabric of his dress shirt is soft against your exposed arm. You ignore the way that neither of you two make a move to separate from each other or the way Bucky tosses an arm across the back of the booth while you wait to pay. Except, Bucky doesn’t give you a chance to pay. He slaps your hand away, throwing down his credit card that you weren’t even sure he understood how it worked.

He does understand how it works, he argues. You don’t believe him one bit.

“Thank you,” You say as Bucky and you walk out into the parking lot.

“Don’t mention it,” He replied with a hand on your lower back.

And you don’t. You never do. Even if it’s something you think about every night with your thoughts running wild and second guessing every emotion you have.

Though, you don’t even notice your dynamic changing bit by bit after that ruined date. You’re too busy having aggressive staring contests and spitting out snarky comments to notice a change.

You’re oblivious to the way Bucky’s eyes are a little softer when they look your way or how his shoulder always brushes against yours when he’s near you. Or that he starts joining team movie nights, replacing Sam’s spot beside you after the first night he joined because he didn’t like you and Sam all cuddled up on the couch. And he hated the way you two whispered and giggled with each other during the movie. Or how you two shared a blanket. Bucky hated it.

So, the next movie night when he stole Sam’s spot and Sam protested, Bucky only told him to “go find another spot” and that “it won’t kill you if you don’t sit besides her.”

So, Sam has to relent. And he prays to whatever god above that you two don’t bite each other’s heads off during the movie. And he’s presently surprised you two don’t.

You don’t notice either that Bucky always has a spare mug sat beside the coffee machine if you have another one of your restless nights. Or the way he starts reaching for your hand if you cross a street or if you have to temporary separate from a mission. Nor that Bucky seems to “absentmindedly” interlock your pinkies on the way back from a mission if you two sit beside each other. Cause you two are always sat beside each other now.

You don’t notice until Natasha is bringing it up.

“So when did you and Bucky get all buddy-buddy?” Natasha asked you over the music of the bar the team has congregated in for the night.

You cock and eyebrow her way, sipping on your season edition of Strawberry Blonde Shiner beer.

“What do you mean?” You ask, swallowing the cool liquid down.

“Well.. y’know..,” She trails off, swirling around her own beer.

“No,” You look at Natasha seriously. “I don’t know.”

“Well, how you two are around each other all the time now,” Natasha tries, giving you an expectant look. When you’re still looking confused, she continues. “Like during movie nights, he took Sam’s spot. Or how he never shoulder checks you anymore and his smartass comments your way have lessened. Even his tone has less bite to it than it used to. Or how he’s always gotta be touching you now, like a hand on your back or a pinkie interlocked with yours.”

The red-head lists off example after example. Though, she gives up when you don’t seem to come to an enlightenment or when you don’t agree that maybe Bucky is softer with you now. That he’s been getting softer since your ruined date, or even since before then. You don’t know. You don’t know cause you don’t notice. Just like you don't notice the watchful blue eyes from across the bar.

Though, a little light shines through the crack of your mental walls in the dim kitchen of a safe house off in Germany.

There’s blood in the sink, smeared across your shoulder and hands, splattered across your face, and dripping down your side.

You did your best to clean up, but the tear in your side limited your movements. And with too much of shaky hands, you had to let someone else stitch you up. That someone else was Bucky, who’d knelt down at your side before you could even say “no.”

You breathed in through your nose and out through your mouth as you suffered through the pain of being stitched up without any painkillers expect the decent bottle of vodka. Your fingers twitched with every stab of the needle and your lip curled into a grimace as you felt the thread being pulled through your skin. You had the fight back the queasiness that you weren’t sure if it was from the pain or the blood loss.

Bucky knelt beside you on the linoleum floor of the kitchen. He was face to face with your side as he wove the needle and thread in and out of your torn skin. His eyebrows were scrunched and his eyes concentrated. And he was silent for once. No smartass comments or words of encouragement, not that you would expect any from him. Bucky’s hands were deft and rough. The callouses felt like sandpaper against the sensitive skin of your ribcage.

Soon enough, Bucky was done. He stood up, threw out trash and cleaned up his bloody hands. He scrubbed all the way up to his elbows, getting rid of any blood and grime that may have lingered still. He hadn’t even tossed your slightly undressed form a glance over as he wrapped up your abdomen with gauze.

“Lost a lot of blood,” Bucky commented.

He’d brought a cold, wet washcloth up to your face as he began to wipe away at the blood there. The man still had that stupid concentrated look in his eyes.

“No shit,” You say with a tone that’s a little harsher than intended. Blame it on the pain and the lightheadedness you feel.

You watched as Bucky wiped your face off, wiped down your right shoulder and bicep, and wiped the exposed skin of your torso. You looked Bucky over, taking note of his own wounds and scrapes that he had yet to tend to.

Once done, Bucky looked back up at your face and stared. Just stared right into your eyes. He wasn’t looking around and he didn’t seem to be searching for anything. He was silent.

You ignored the way your heart seemed to pick up in your chest. You couldn’t tell if it was from nervousness or another emotion. Your brain was too foggy with pain still to decipher your feelings.

“What?” You asked with a normal volume of voice, not bothering to keep your voice down. Hopefully it would scare Bucky out of this weird, up close staring contest.

“Go get something sweet to eat. Keeps your blood sugar up,” Is all Bucky says as he breaks away and mills about, wiping down any affected area in the kitchen from the impromptu stitching.

You don’t protest or even argue. You go over to dig in your jacket and fish out a couple heart shaped suckers you snagged from in town.

It was February. Why not indulge a little in the heart-shaped candy that lined the shelves of almost any store around this time of year?

You gotten through about two and a half suckers before you began to doze off on the couch. The stick of the third sucker still hung from your mouth, still with your lack of movement. You’d didn’t have time to protest or process when the candy was yanked from between your teeth, pulling you from your dozing state.

“Hey!” You sat up straight but instantly regretted it with the painful pull in your side. “I was eating that!!”

“I’m not stitching you up just to have you choke and die on some stupid ass sucker,” Bucky pointed at you with the sucker, looking down at you with a harsh glare.

“I was not going to choke and die,” You protest, settling back down into the couch.

“Uh huh,” Bucky muttered as he made his way around the couch to sit down beside you. “And my first name isn’t James.”

Bucky popped the sucker into his mouth, taking no regard for that fact that it was just in yours. He was completely unbothered by the fact, toeing off his boots before propping his feet up on the wooden coffee table.

You grumbled, sinking back into the couch and pulling your own feet up to yourself. It took you a minute, but eventually you dozed right off again. Your brain was exhausted and your body was doing its job on tiring you out so you could get some well-needed rest.

Never mind that when Sam and Natasha came in from outside, Bucky still had the heart-shaped sucker in his mouth and your legs across his lap. The tv was off, holding the room in an almost comfortable silence. Or, it was silent to Sam and Natasha.

You start to come to terms with the fact that Bucky seems to care for you, for some odd reason, when you get sick. Not just sniffly, sneezing, stay in your pajamas all day sick. More of sweaty, feverish, sleep all day, barely eat or drink anything kind of sick. For three days, no less.

Your fever was so high, you could barely keep a shirt on. But you did as Natasha kept coming in to check on you and keep you stocked up on gatorade and pedialyte. You were between kicking your blankets off or snuggling up under at least five. You switched between laying on your side, huddled under your blankets, on your stomach with arms around your pillow, or on your back with your t-shirt pulled up to expose your stomach in order to try and keep cool.

You currently laid in the latter position, on your back with an arm tossed over your eyes to shield the light shining in through your cracked bedroom door. You could hear the muffled voices of two people bickering from somewhere out in the common area of the living floor. But they were too quiet and you were too exhausted to try and listen in.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky and Natasha were arguing which food to try and feed you for dinner. You haven’t eaten for three days now and your fever, while dwindling, was ever persistent.

“She needs to eat something spicy! Something to sweat out the fever and clear her sinuses!” Natasha protested, holding a packet of spicy ramen.

“No, she needs something that she’ll actually eat and that’ll keep her hydrated,” Bucky countered, already holding two cans of chicken noodle soup in his hands.

“And how do you know what she likes?” Natasha asked, holding an accusatory tone. “You hated her guts only just a year ago!”

“I didn’t hate her guts!” Bucky defended himself. “She hated mine! And she’s so fucking stubborn, and she never listens to me!” He then gives a little shake to one of the cans. “Plus, I pay attention to what she likes.”

Natasha sputters for a moment, “I know what she likes! She’s my best friend!”

“Obviously not, since you’re trying to feed her something spicy while she’s in there sick and practically withering away,” Bucky protested.

You didn’t even hear the continued argument, or when it finally dwindled away to silence. When you heard your bedroom door squeak open, you sighed.

“ ‘Tasha, I’m not hungry-” You lifted your arm to who you thought was Natasha trying to feed you again. “Oh-.” It was Bucky.

Bucky held two mug-soup bowls in his hands as he made his way into your room. He sat the bowls on your nightstand table. As well as a washcloth you hadn’t notice he was holding at first.

“Aren’t you cold?” He asked, pulling your t-shirt down to cover your stomach back up.

“Getting there,” You mumbled, laying your arm back over your eyes.

“You need to eat-” Bucky started as he sat on the edge of your bed.

“Not hungry,” You mumbled.

“I don’t care,” Bucky grumbled, picking up one of the bowls. It made a clinking sound as the spoon moved around. “Now sit up.”

You gave a groan as a sort of weak protest, but you sat up anyway. You moved yourself up with shaky arms and sat back against the headboard of your bed. You took the mug-bowl from his hands, only Bucky didn’t let go until you had a solid grip on the slightly heavy eat-ware. Then, he picked up his own bowl when you picked your spoon up.

“Chicken noodle,” You commented, taking a sip.

“You should be lucky I’m feeding you,” Bucky took a spoonful of his own chicken middle soup. “Natasha wanted to feed you spicy ramen.”

You give a weak chuckle, which forms into a few even weaker coughs, “Sounds like her.”

“Yeah,” Bucky scoffed, still bewildered that Natasha wanted to feed you something spicy at one of your weakest moments.

You two ate the soup in silence. The only sound between you two was the clinking of spoons against the ceramic soup-mugs. And ever so slowly, you finished your soup. You set the mug to the side before laying back down on your bed.

“Thank you,” You said with a low, quiet voice.

“It’s no problem,” Bucky had finished his own soup a few minutes before you and his own mug was sat beside yours now. “I’ll make you more if you want.”

“Not now,” You shook your head. “Maybe later.”

You noticed that, now that you two were done eating, Bucky made no move to get up or leave your room. He only stared down at you from his seated position, and even went as far to brush a few strands of hair away from your sticky forehead. But he also stopped to press the back of his hand against your forehead, feeling for your fever.

“Your fever should go down now that you’ve eaten,” Bucky noted, then brought the folded washcloth to your forehead. The fabric was damp and cold against your skin. “This should help keep you cool.”

“Wow, Buck, keep treating me like this and I might think you like me,” You joked, a little smile on your face.

“Whatever,” He mumbled, though he kept a hand pressed against the washcloth on your forehead.

Bucky never left you as you laid there on your back, relishing in the cold of the washcloth against your heated skin. He even got comfy in the spot beside you, laying his legs up on your bed and sitting back against your headboard. And when Natasha came in to check on you, and to see where Bucky disappeared to, he didn’t even blink an eye when Natasha saw how you two were positioned.

You moved to lay back on your stomach, hugging your pillow with the damp wash cloth over your eyes to try and keep cool. And Bucky still sat up beside you, with a hand rubbing at your back.

“You’re a simp,” Natasha whispered, leaning against the doorway to your room.

“I don’t even know what that means,” Bucky whispered back.

“Then Urban-Dictionary it,” Natasha shot back.

“That’s not a real dictionary,” Bucky cocked an eyebrow her way.

“Online, old man,” Natasha muttered, pulling your door closed until it was just a crack open before she left.

And he did “Urban-Dictionary it” later than night. Bucky only rolled his eyes at the definition. This wasn’t a real dictionary anyway, so “simp” wasn’t even a real word in Bucky’s mind.

Nevertheless, over the next few days, you got better. Better enough to feed and shower yourself. Better enough to wander down to the gym to work on building your muscle and endurance back up.

Better enough just in time for Valentine’s Day. A year now since Bucky stitched your side up in Germany.

But, at the moment you were second guessing if you were really better or not. Or if you were in a sickness-induced comma or you were having some sort of twisted fever dream. Because you were sure this wouldn’t have happened in a million years, no matter what.

Bucky stood in front of you, looming over your form as he shoved a bouquet of very nice roses in your face. Literally. The petals literally slapped you in the face when you turned the corner.

“What the hell?!” You sputtered, backing away from the face-full of roses you just got. “What are these for?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Bucky answered flatly, jerking the roses in your direction.

“And?” You asked, gaze flickering between Bucky’s and the flowers.

“And these are for you,” Bucky replied, still holding out the roses. When you didn’t take them right away Bucky got sassy, “Just take them! My arm’s getting tired.”

You finally did take them. You were almost about to tease Bucky about him being a sap and being romantic, until you felt a sting of pain take over the tip of your pointer finger. You jumped and pulled back, almost dropping the flowers. You looked down at your affected finger to find blood already seeping from the pinprick on the pad of your pointer finger.

“What the hell, man?!” You asked, more offended than previously.

"I thought bringing you roses would be romantic! You know!?" Bucky matched your tone, offended by your reaction. “Since it’s Valentine’s Day?!”

"Not when they still have the thorns on them, dumbass!" You countered, taking your bleeding finger into your mouth to soothe the pain. “And since when do you give a damn about being romantic?”

“Since I saw this on sale,” Bucky pulled a heart-shaped box of chocolates under his arm and handed them your way.

You glared down at the box suspiciously, still soothing your finger. You glanced up at Bucky before finally taking the box. You looked it over, seeing if it had been opened or tampered with at all. Then you remembered,

“Chocolates go on sale tomorrow, old man,” You point out, still glaring at Bucky suspiciously.

“Well- I- uh,” He was caught, almost backed into a corner. “I got these on the bottom shelf then.”

You cocked an eyebrow his way, not fully convinced. You still twisted and turned the box, not letting your guard down just yet.

“They’re not poisoned,” Bucky said, crossing his arms over his chest.

You fought off the urge to look down at the way his chest puffed up underneath the t-shirt he wore, or the way his biceps flexed as they were squished against his abdomen. Damn him and that stupid ass compression shirt he wore.

“Really?” You turned your gaze from the box to Bucky once again. “Then share them with me.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and grumbled out a “fine” before following you to the living room.

You set the thorny roses down on the coffee table before you sat down. You opened the box in your lap, setting the lid and the paper covering aside to get a good look at the chocolates.

As soon as you had the lid off, Bucky picked out one of the assorted chocolates and popped it in his mouth. He looked at you expectedly as he settled into the cushions beside you, setting an ankle across the top of his knee in a masculine way of crossing his legs.

You scoffed, picking up the chocolate of your choice.

“To definitely not poisoned chocolate,” You toasted, holding up the little square.

“To regular, run of the mill, chocolates,” Bucky responded, picking up another chocolate and tapping it against yours.

You two make your way through the box, commenting on the flavors and ones you liked or dislikes. It was a rather civil interaction, with a few snarky comments here and there, of course.

It was when you bit into one of the more gooey, liquidy chocolates and a little bit of the fluid filling slipped past the corner of your lip did Bucky do another thing that had you second guessing your conscienceness again.

Bucky, with the gentlest hand he’s ever touched you with in all your years of knowing him, cradled your jaw and swiped his thumb at the corner of your mouth. His stormy blue eyes watched the motion, making sure to wipe up the mess and not looking at your lips at all.

“Always so messy,” Bucky commented, amusement shining in his eyes. “Dumbass kid.”

You stared up at Bucky, cheeks coloring with heat and heart pounding behind your ribcage so hard you were afraid your sternum might break. You could feel your hands grow clammy and your mouth go dry, maybe you were gaping like a fish. You weren’t sure. You didn’t get a chance to respond when the voice of Steve interrupted you two from the doorway.

Due to the positioning of the couch in the living room, he had a full few of your current position.

“Oh good, you finally picked out a box,” Steve sighed, practically calling Bucky out on his bullshit. “He spent like forever in the candy isle trying to remembered what you liked.”

“Steve-!” Bucky protested, voice raising a few octaves. His own cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Right! Right! Sorry!” And with that, Steve disappeared into the kitchen.

After a few moments of silence, you spoke up, “Bottom shelf chocolates, yeah?” You were teasing, cocking an eyebrow Bucky’s way.

Bucky met your eyes quickly, “Shut up.”

Amusement danced in your eyes.

Bucky finally pulled his hand away from your face, swiping his thumb at the corner of your lips once more to clear away the light pink sticky filling of your previously chosen chocolate. He turned away from you, back resting against the cushions of the couch. Throwing an arm over the back, he sucked on the pad of his thumb to clear the liquid. Never mind that it came from you, pretty much.

You turned away too, chocolates still in your lap. You tossed your feet up on the coffee table, crossing your legs at the ankles. You stared ahead, chewing on your little treat.

“You’re a jackass,” Is all you said.

“Dumbass kid,” Is all Bucky muttered back.

Never mind the way both of yours and Bucky’s thighs pressed together as you sat on the couch, or that he practically crowded into your space for the rest of your sharing the totally normal box of chocolates between friends.

Cause that’s what you two were, right? Friends?

[waynes-multiverse]

Awww, I'm so glad these headcanons inspired you! I love reading everyone's takes on Jackles characters. We should make it a PhD thesis at this point 😂💕

I really loved that for Dean you made it a thing that he "doesn't know how to be romantic." or that he believes that he "isn't romantic." Because it kinda fits that Dean doesn't understand that romance doesn't always have to be super big gestures but can be just giving someone your last bite of pie (HA) or just remembering the kind of coffee your significant other likes or lending a gentle ear when your significant other needs that.

Absolutely! And Dean's just so sweet and kind and caring naturally that he surely wouldn't realize that these simple gestures and small acts of service he does more or less subconsciously are actually the things that make him such a wonderful partner 🥰

And I love that you highlight that the reader knows this, but Dean doesn't. That the reader can see those wonderful little things that Dean does for her and no other man ever has. Also so jealous because I want Dean to make me a mixtape 📼

Hahaha yes! Guess she's been living in the bunker with that man for a while 😂 (And if he ever gave me a mixtape like this, I'd legit cry 😭💚)

But I love Dean's take on romance in his section: the chick flick, the fairy lights, the snacks, and the box of chocolates. It is very him and oh so perfect 😍

Aww, happy you could see that for him! I legit always have him prepare a romantic date night surprise in the Cave, but it just seems so him lol (And of course he had to make a joke toward the end to hide his vulnerability there 😝)

Everything you wrote for him is so perfect- "Of course" the lingerie and a dress that is his signature color, and the fancy resturant, the horse drawn carriage, the roses- All so on brand for him.

Oh, he went all out for this, didn't he? 🤣 But I could so see him doing all of this, mostly to brag and receive his reward. He saw Feb 14 on his calendar and knew it would be his big day lmao

Because we all know that man would one million percent be possessive of his woman and fall into that traditional view of a woman being a trophy, but oh my sweet baby corn sometimes the feminist inside of me kinda goes just a tad on hiatus 😂 And then when she comes back, she usually thinks that she can fix him lol

Omfg same, girl! Can't even spell the word feminism when I think of this man 😂 (But can we really fix him or will he just bend us to his will? 👀) Let's hope we're more successful in that endeavor than Taylor Swift lol

I still have not gotten to see Big Sky yet, but each time I see something for this beautiful "cowboy sheriff" I remind myself that I need to lol.

Aww, kinda jealous you haven't seen it yet. You get to experience it all freshly 🥰

This is exactly how I'd feel. I love the romance but at the same time I would literally feel like I've done absolutely nothing to deserve that and how can I make it up to him?

Oh so true! His dedication would freak me tf out and give me panic attacks lol. But reader found the perfect way to show her love too, I think 🫶

I'm crying. I just thought you should know 😭

Oh, I'm sorry, love! The hopeless romantic in me fully kidnapped Beau into the sunset here 😂🩵

Out of all of these, I think that Russell's was my absolute favorite. (Ben I still love you, please don't take this the wrong way 😂)

Oh, we both know SB will take this the wrong way lmao

And love that Russell is your favorite! I based his on personal experience. My husband surprised me like this when he was still in the military. But you bet your ass I sulked all day when I only got a short text message before he showed up at my door at night 🤣💕 (Also probably why that reader came across so realistic. I was sharing past trauma lmfao)

Thank you so much for reading & reblogging, Lee!!! So happy you enjoyed these and even better if they inspired more of your amazing fics! I already told my husband he's on toddler duty this weekend, so I can finally catch up with my tbr 😂🩵

Headcanon: Valentine's Day 💕

(Dean Winchester // Soldier Boy // Beau Arlen // Russell Shaw – Edition)

Prompt: How would your favorite men surprise you for Valentine's Day?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader // Soldier Boy x reader // Beau Arlen x reader // Russell Shaw x reader

Warnings: +18 for some language and spice, tons of fluff, a smidge of angst

A/N: Something sweet to sweep you off your feet for the most romantic day of the year 😉 Happy early Valentine's from me, my loves 💖 (And big thanks to the lovely, amazing @zepskies 💜 for starting this trend in the first place. It's addicting 😂🫶)

Dean:

Dean isn’t big on Valentine’s Day and romance. Not because he thinks it’s an unnecessary holiday invented by greeting card companies, but because he genuinely doesn’t know how to be romantic.

You’re aware of this and don’t care if he surprises you with a big gesture. Because truth is, Dean’s romantic when it comes to the little things.

You don’t care if he brings you flowers because he brings you your favorite take-out order when you so much as mention that you’re hungry.

You don’t care if he gets you a card because he gets up in the middle of the night and saunters all the way to kitchen to bring you a glass of water when you tell him you’re thirsty.

You don’t care if he gets you chocolate because he creates personal mixtapes for you with songs you said you liked during random drives.

He listens to you. He holds open doors for you. He protects you. He keeps you calm. He takes care of you when you’re injured. And he loves you with every fiber of his being.

So, really, you don’t care if he makes a big deal out of one random calendar day a year or not. It doesn’t prove his love for you – the little things do.

However, you’re still sweetly surprised (and moved to tears) when you find the Dean Cave dipped in the warm glow of fairy lights and candles.

He’s picked out your favorite chick-flick and your favorite snacks.

He opens his arms with a big, cheeky grin and invites you into his snuggly embrace on the couch.

There’s a box of chocolates on the coffee table, a few of them half eaten, and a note that reads: I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is. Be mine?

You smile and kiss his scruffy cheek. “Always.”

Flustered, he smiles, cheeks tinged pink, and kisses your crown. “Happy unattached-drifter-Christmas, sweetheart.”

Soldier Boy:

To say Ben’s old-school when it comes to romance would be an understatement. While the rest of the year his bedside manners leave much to desire, he strangely shines on Valentine’s.

Mostly, because he knows sex is a given on this holiest of holy days. No sickness or period can stop him.

If you accidentally died, you’re even sure he’d pull a full Weekend at Bernie’s and have a night out with your corpse.

First, he surprises you with a delicately wrapped gift on your bed: a tight-fitting, beautiful emerald evening gown and the matching lacy lingerie set.

Of course he got you underwear, even though he won’t mind if you don’t wear anything at all under that dress.

He then takes you out to the fanciest restaurant in the city, where he reserved a private room away from all the other commoners.

His attention is only on you.

He praises you all night long and gives compliments as if he's never done anything else his entire (long) life.

He orders the most expensive bottle of wine and the best steak and makes sure you know that it is.

He encourages you to play footsie under the table with him before he slips the heel off your foot, and your toes massage the growing bulge in his slacks.

He holds your hand in public and protectively guides you goddamn everywhere with a palm on the small of your back, showing you off like arm candy – the trophy wife.

Sure, you could protest and critique his… traditional views.

You’re not a fucking award he’s won for bad acting!

But your cheeks flush furiously every single time he brags boisterously about you to anyone who will listen. And those who don’t listen are forced to listen.

But you can’t deny it feels good to be so wanted, so desired.

When you come home at the end of the night (with a fucking horse-drawn carriage no less), Ben can barely keep his large hands from roaming your curves. You know he expects his reward now for being the best possible lover ever.

On the kitchen island, you also find a huge bouquet of red roses waiting for you. You can barely appreciate its beauty before the zipper in the back of your dress slides open. Well… rips open.

Between the thorny stems, there’s a card attached, too. It doesn’t read “Be Mine,” however.

Nope, it says, “You are mine.”

And you know he fucking means it.

Beau Arlen:

Your favorite cowboy sheriff will pull out all the stops as soon as the calendar on his desk reads February.

He doesn’t wait for D-Day either. Every day for thirteen days straight, there’s a little surprise waiting for you when you get home.

Your favorite flowers, your favorite meal, your favorite movie, a framed picture of you and him from your first vacation together, a necklace you saw in an antique store you mentioned in passing…

Some might say he’s a little overcompensating.

But Beau has made mistakes in his past, especially on the relationship front, and will be damned if he hasn’t learned from them.

So, he will make sure you feel wanted and loved till the day he dies, even though you keep repeatedly telling him he doesn’t need to make a fuss about Valentine’s Day.

Really, you’re good with picked flowers from the garden.

But Beau’s stubborn and won’t be discouraged. The southern gentlemanliness is rooted deep within his heart and soul.

This day is all about his endless love for you.

Honestly, the sheer amount of everything makes you even slightly uncomfortable. It might sound dumb, but how could you ever compete with that level of commitment?

There ain’t enough blow jobs in this world to make up for his devotion to you.

But on the big day itself, you are actually the one who surprises him with a romantic weekend trip to a cabin in the mountains and excellent fishing spots close by.

You know the biggest gift you could give him is some peace and quiet, time for himself, and a listening ear because he will surely talk the entire time about God and the world while you’re stuck on a boat with him.

But on the night itself, when you give him your gift, he’s actually speechless. Tears brim in his green eyes because you thought of him.

He’s moved, and it moves you.

Because, after all, to you, there’s no bigger gift in this world than his smile.

Russell Shaw:

You don’t expect much when Valentine’s Day looms in the distance. In fact, you don’t expect anything at all.

You’ve only been dating Russell for a couple of months now, and you barely ever see him. Your time together mostly consists of text messages, late night phone calls, and the occasional video chats.

You know his job is complicated. You know he can’t be around as much, even though you direly wish he could.

On the morning of the dreaded day, you receive a simple text message:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart! I’ll call you later!”

You hate to admit it, but you feel a little disappointed – disenchanted even. You don’t want to make a big deal out of it because it’s a stupid, unimportant almost-holiday.

All day long, you curse the greeting card companies and the poisonous claws of consumerism for making you care in the first place.

You’re a strong, independent woman. You shouldn’t need a man to give you flowers, gifts, or attention to feel appreciated.

Still…

As you park in the driveway after a long day at work where you watched your colleagues fawn over the bouquets they received from their partners, you feel disheartened when you still haven’t even gotten your promised phone call.

Russell always leaves you wanting more… That can both be a good thing and a very bad one.

But as you close the car door, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You all too keenly pull it out and pick up, almost dropping it because your hands are jittering with excitement at this point and your heart is pounding furiously.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Russell greets you on the other end, the deep timbres of his voice sending immediate shivers down your spine. “You home yet?”

All your worries and sorrows are instantly forgotten when you hear the big smile on his freckled face that he’s surely carrying.

He’s worth it, you remind yourself, even when it’s not easy. Life is not always rainbows and butterflies.

“Uh, almost. Unlocking the front door as we speak,” you tell him.

“Sorry I couldn’t call you sooner. Was stuck on a plane. Long flight,” he says mysteriously. You don’t even ask at this point. You know he can’t tell you.

“No worries. I was busy, anyways,” you lie and hope he buys your nonchalance. “Anywhere interesting you are now?”

“You could say that, yeah…”

“Well, if you hold on a second, I’ll slip out of those clothes and make your evening even more interesting with some pictures,” you tease flirtatiously and push the door open to your dark apartment.

The light switches on by itself, though. You blink in surprise before the phone falls out of your hand when Russell beams broadly at you.

“As much as I love getting your dirty little photos, I think I prefer the real thing tonight,” he says slyly.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” You surge forward into his strong arms so forcefully you almost tackle him to the ground, your hands slinging around his neck. If you could keep him caged there forever, you’d be fine with it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” Russell says with a warm chuckle and claims your lips in a searingly passionate kiss that shows you just how much he’s certainly missed you too. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Hope you enjoyed these little snippets, friends! Do you agree with these? 😉

I legit stole Dean's half-eaten box of chocolate and the Forrest Gump note from another fic of mine. I couldn't resist. I can totally see him doing something silly and cute like that 😂

Happy Valentine's 💕

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CW: NSFW under the cut, afab!reader in fem clothing (gn tho cause no pronouns), Dubcon, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, near crying during sex, so much squirting, real sappy shit

A/N: After thousands of years… It’s finally completed… All 5k+ words… It’s beautiful…

GL!Charlie x GL!Reader

Over and Over Again

“After such a long wait, the results are finally in!” A jubilant voice reverberated from above, as if through a microphone.

You stirred, grabbing your head instinctively as a slight pain seared through it at the loud sound. Sitting up slowly, you took in your surroundings. A sterile-looking white room, white floors, white walls, white desk, white chair, white bed, white sheets, white pillows. Worst of all, white high-tech cameras in all four corners of the room, much too high for you to reach.

The only thing not pure white besides you was the person next to you.

“Charlie…” You mumbled to yourself, seeing his unconscious body sprawled on the floor, much like you had been. Crawling over to him, you shook his shoulder, earning a groan in response.

The two of you were dressed in white to match the room, him in a tshirt and boxers, you in some kind of lacy nightgown.

But there wasn’t much time to linger on your apparel.

“We asked you, yes you, the viewers, whose story you most wanted to see continue past that heart wrenching final episode!” You glanced up at the sound, seeing it was coming from a loud speaker in the corner.

Squinting and blinking the headache from his skull, Charlie sat up with your help. “What happened?” His eyes widened slightly, straightening his crooked glasses and taking in your face. “We died. I saw you die.” He paused, attempting to remember what exactly had happened. “At least I think…”

“They must have brought us back. I can’t really remember either.” You reached out a hand to him, which he grabbed clumsily. The two of you stood up, hands unclasping as he came to similar conclusions as you about your surroundings.

There was no door, no windows, no way out.

Your memories were a little fuzzy. You could somehow remember the company, very vaguely what they had done to you all, flashes of running from people in masks and an odd wire monster, but nothing else.

Nothing that could help you leave.

“The votes are officially counted, and to no one’s surprise, our fan-favorite pair took home the win by a landslide!” Artificial cheering and clapping filled the room, just before the cameras beeped to life, the previously darkened LEDs changing to red.

Charlie turned to the camera, preparing to shout to it in frustration, but his mouth was quickly covered by your hand.

His eyebrows furrowed, before he caught your eye and quickly mellowed out.

“We shouldn’t tip them off that we remember.” You whisper to him, glancing at the cameras watching the both of you.

Who knows what they would do if they knew? Brainwash you again? Or maybe just kill you and be done with it all, starting again with new contestants.

He sighed through your hand, nodding in agreement before you uncover his mouth.

Neither of you were willing to take the chance and find out.

“We know you all have been waiting for a long time for this, so we’ve prepared a cheeky little after dark special for our wonderful premium viewers that want a little more BANG for their buck...”

The laugh track rang loud over the speaker.

His eyes went wide as he turned to you with a whisper. “You don’t think they mean…” He glanced at the bed, then at each of your attires. “Isn’t there usually some kind of intimacy coordinator for this kinda thing?” He breathed the joke out nervously, not wanting to say it too loud for the cameras to catch.

You exhaled, which almost could have been a chuckle if the two of you weren’t trapped in a bedroom being told to have sex in front of millions of people.

He was nervous. Charlie always joked when he was nervous. But you just couldn’t seem to remember how you knew that.

Charlie was a fellow contestant, player, co-star, whatever it could be called when you were on a show that brainwashed you against your will.

You pushed your hair back with a hand as you turned away from him, casing the room once more. “Just… Let me think.”

Along the wall was a large bolted down vent next to the speaker.

It looked large enough to crawl through, maybe…

“Aw, it looks like our contestants are being a little camera shy. But don’t worry, we have just the thing prepared if they don’t get to it!” The voice hissed out insistently.

“Shit...” You didn’t want to find out what exactly that meant. Turning and grabbing Charlie’s face, you pulled him into a hasty kiss.

His hands shot your hips, before pulling away slightly. “Woah, I… I’m not against… I just… Maybe right now isn’t-”

“We have to.” You whispered against his lips desperately. “Just stall until I think of something.”

Charlie’s breathing became shallower, his teeth chewing his lip slightly as he glanced down at yours.

Okay, he could do that. He could stall by… Kissing you and… Touching you…

But doing it in front of all the people watching… The company…

The thought made his heart pound.

He moved forward slowly, his soft lips pressed against you with a gentleness that only Charlie could have.

And it didn’t even seem that strange to him, like it was meant to be this way.

His fingers around your hips pulled you closer, rubbing mesmerizing circles into the bone.

He just hoped you would think of something fast.

And you tried, you really did try, but it was so hard to think with his lips slotting with yours.

His mouth kissed down your jaw, to your neck and shoulders, sucking on the skin with a fervor you hadn’t expected from him. Seeming to lean back on its own, your head gave him more room to work on your neck.

God, it just felt so good, so right.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sensation, before flicking to the bed a few feet away.

Maybe you could pry open the vent with a piece of the bed frame? But only if it was metal. You had to get closer. And make it look natural.

“Charlie, the bed.” You leaned closer to mumble in his ear. “I need to check something.”

Charlie paused his teeth on your throat. “What? Oh, yeah.” His breathy whispers sent shivers across your skin as his hands hoisted your partly exposed legs around his hips.

You gasped as he lifted you effortlessly, his muscles flexing against you as he walked you both over to the bed, placing you down gently.

You somehow gathered he was buff, but you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering just how buff he was if he managed to lift you that easily, seemingly without any effort.

You sat up on the bed, propping yourself up with your hands behind you to chase his touch.

Charlie leaned down, reattaching his lips to your shoulder, suckling on your sweet spot and making a light moan fall from your mouth. He stood between your legs, which would have hung slightly over the bed if you hadn’t bent your knees to place the heels of your feet at the corner of the mattress.

Charlie tried not to look down toward between your legs, not wanting to invade your privacy, despite his hands sliding up your thighs, the fabric of your nightgown bunching in his hands.

“You just, feel so… Right, if that makes sense...” Charlie mumbled against your skin in a hushed tone, something for just the two of you to know. Not the unwanted viewers.

His words sent a shot of arousal down your spine, spiraling into your core.

You felt your pussy flutter around nothing. “Fuck…”

You wanted him so badly. It snuck up on you. You were able to ignore it when he wasn’t touching you and saying all these confusing things. But when his fingers grazed over your inner thighs and his hips had to stop themselves from bucking against you, a delicious hardness bulging in his boxers and pressing against your leg, you just couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Keep going, Charlie.” You plead, your fingers threading through the hairs at the base of his neck. “We should… Hah~” His teeth scraped against your neck at your grip on his hair, forcing a moan from your mouth. “Keep going~”

Charlie had to practically tear his lips away from you, pulling off his shirt and knocking his glasses slightly off kilter, immediately going to readjust them.

His chest was chiseled, abs strong and defined, biceps bulk with muscle.

He looked so fucking strong. How had he managed to get so strong in this place?

His action must have been based on instinct, due to the light flushing that overtook his cheeks when he realized what he’d just done. Exposing himself to you in a way he’d never done before.

But when he saw the way you were licking your lips, practically drooling over his body, he grinned lightly.

You must have been staring a little to long, because when you stopping admiring his body, his hips were pressed against yours, Charlie’s erection now hard enough to stand straight in the restrictive clothing of the white boxers.

The man in front of you glanced up bashfully. “Do you really want me to…” Charlie gulped, his clothed tip pressed against your clit through your white cotton panties.

You nod, needing more time, but mostly just wanting him inside you. “It’s okay, Char.”

He just couldn’t help himself, not when you were spread out so perfectly for him. Not when you were saying just how okay it was for him to do what he wanted. Not when your perfect lips uttered out that nickname for him.

“I want you to.” You didn’t even need to play it up for the camera anymore, the desire burning in your core being enough to warrant your actions. You grip the hem of the nightgown you were placed in, rolling it up your body and revealing more and more skin to Charlie as well as the other viewers.

He watched with heavy eyelids, hunger and heat taking over his gaze. “Yeah?” The way he said it could have come off as rhetorical, as dirty talk, but the way he said it, like he desperately needed it to be true, was almost his way of asking if it was real. Praying that it was real.

“Yeah.” You nodded, biting your lip as you pull the rest of the fabric over your head and onto the floor. Your tits spilled out, the soft skin being cupped by Charlie’s hands almost instantly.

His thumbed the peaks of your nipples, hardening in the cold air of the room before being warmed by his touch. “Holy shit…”

You grinned wolfishly at an awe stricken expression falling upon his face.

On a mission to keep kissing him, you reached up a hand to touch his body, pulling yourself up with his waist to not fall back completely.

Charlie took advantage of your unsteadiness, practically growling like a god damn predator as he lifted you and threw you back further onto the bed. He crawled over you, licking his teeth and brushing his hands all over your bare upper body.

Your waist, your stomach, your tits, your neck, and then back down again.

You never would have thought that Charlie, sweet, funny, a little bit awkward Charlie, would have you on a bed like this, dripping and begging for him.

He hooked his fingers in the panties you wore, sliding them down your thighs and lifting your legs to pull them off.

Before your legs fell completely, Charlie caught them, ducking under one to put both on his shoulders, examining what was between them with a hunger in his eyes you’d never seen before.

At least, not that you could remember…

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me…” He was panting just from the sight of you, swiping a fingertip through your folds, before bringing it up to his lips to taste. His mouth contorted around his finger for just a moment, savoring the taste, then pulled it out of his mouth. “And you taste so damn good…”

You whined at his teasing touch, reaching for his boxers and tugging them down to get to the thick length you felt so intimately against your thigh earlier through the fabric.

The sight of him above you, watching you squirm with heavy eyelids, made you need to squirm even more.

He smirked at your eagerness, pulling his boxers the rest of the way down and lifting his legs while doing so, shifting forward so the backs of your knees were on his shoulders, and the thick muscle of his cock slapped against your pelvis.

It was so fucking big, because of course Charlie was massive.

Just another thing you would have never expected from him.

His cock was so pretty, too.

A pretty pink tip that was drooling everywhere, almost leaking pre-cum onto your skin. His shaft that had a slight upward curve to it, his hardness almost seeming painful. A few veins that ran down the side of it as it twitched in neglect. Charlie watched himself for a moment, admiring the view of it thick and heavy on your stomach.

“Please…” You whined at the sight, so close to where you needed him.

Charlie pulled his bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth as he maneuvered his tip to notch against your pussy.

He just couldn’t help himself.

The two of you sighed, bordering on whimpers, as his cock slipped past your folds and inside your gummy walls.

You pulsed around him, making Charlie’s face contort in a way you’d never seen before. He was so overwhelmed with the feeling of you, having you surround him like this, in a way he’d probably never experienced before.

“So perfect. Like you were made to fit around my cock.” Charlie mumbled out, almost sounding in disbelief at the feeling of you around him as he slowly began to rock in and out.

“Yes~” You sighed, whether in agreement of his naughty words, or in approval of the feeling of him bottoming out inside you repeatedly, you weren’t sure. “More~”

Charlie’s head fell forward, his voice shaking in desire. “Yeah? More?”

You nodded, before dissolving into a moaning mess as his hips began snapping against your ass faster, harder, deeper. “Oh, fuck!”

You could feel his tip kissing your cervix, over and over, his fists tangled in the sheets next to you.

Charlie’s hair swished with his momentum, groans and pants falling from his slightly kiss-swollen lips.

You could feel every inch of his length, welcoming him inside like he was fucking home.

The feeling of all those eyes watching Charlie slide his cock in and out of you was invigorating, embarrassing, intoxicating.

The way the camera moved every so slightly with this thrusts had you gripping his muscular arms, veins bulging to make room for the thick meat of them. You wanted to bite into it, feel his arms wrap around your throat as he fucked you.

But looking down to where you were connected to watch his abs flex as he pumped inside you and his face contort in pleasure was a good enough view.

“Feels so good…” Charlie groaned out, his hands shifting from gripping the sheets desperately to gripping your thighs.

Surely enough to leave bruises, but the hazy and pleasure-coated thought delighted you. The idea of him leaving marks for everyone at the company to see, everyone watching to see, it made your pussy flutter around him.

Fuck it felt so good, so overwhelming, so fucking good. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You felt yourself shaking in pleasure.

The idea of everyone watching him fold you in half and fuck you, everyone watching you cum around him, made your back arch up into him as you let out a moan, not caring who could hear as you came.

Charlie’s lips surged to yours, the quivering of your walls making him groan as you squirt around him, the stretch of your thighs pinching slightly and prolonging your pleasure even further.

Your cum splashes against his abdomen, dripping down his thighs and your own.

As your high retreats, he pulls away and gazes into your eyes, seeing his own reflection in them. The only place he would ever want to or care to see himself, from your perspective.

He slows his hips between your trembling legs just to look at you, analyzing every detail of your face.

But his eyes narrow slightly, before the both of you gasp.

Suddenly a vision overtakes you, a memory from before. A visage of you inside a cabin, scolding a Charlie covered in slime. A thick Brooklyn accent falling from your lips as you wag your finger at him. “Every week you bring home some freak human to cook for you, when I’m off working my ass off to provide for this damn house!” You point to the person standing next to him, clad in a mask that covered half of their face. You prattled on about watching the kids, how their no-good father was a horrible influence on them.

You felt docile, utterly complacent in fulfilling your role. It’s all you knew. This was your real life.

But you could also feel in your heart that the fight was meant to be comedic. To make someone laugh. And despite a frown, the fondness in Charlie’s eyes, whether it was his character, or the actor behind his character, or even the real person behind both, shined brighter than any animosity.

The worn ring on your left hand as you pointed and shouted made your mind race. Spotting Charlie with a matching one on his own left hand, you remembered your feelings for him, good and bad, some regarding his character, some not.

You were then thrusted into a later version of that self, crying over your dead husband’s goopy remains. You shouted and cried out and cursed the name of whoever had killed him. But then, almost like a switch was flipped, you began to clean up the room wordlessly. Items were scattered across the floor, just something you had to do.

And then it became just another thing that happened in your life. The feelings toward this Charlie and the one in the white room with you melded and became the same. The feelings you were scripted with felt just as real as the feelings that weren’t.

More visions pushed into your mind.

The company had done a trivia show, having Charlie as the announcer, always finding subtle ways to flirt with you. You had been certain that any remarks beyond the first few were not pushed out by the company.

They’d come up with an escape room program, Charlie being strapped to a table where people rummaged around his slime-like insides to find special items. You hadn’t even been kept in the same room but when he was wheeled into the main room, you instantly felt more at ease, though at the time you couldn’t explain why.

There had been a dating show, completely unscripted minus a few forced drama inclusions, always involving Austin in some way. You remembered you and Charlie’s confession to each other, your first date, your first kiss. The two of you had been together since the first few episodes, only ending when the show itself was cancelled, despite constant attempts from others at unnecessary relationship drama.

Hundreds, maybe thousands of versions of yourself flashed across your mind, the visions seeming so clear and then passing like a distant, but no longer foggy memory.

And in every single version of yourself, Charlie was there. One way or another, he was always with you.

And then your vision became a shot one of yourself ripping a pair of headphones off of Charlie, snapping him out of whatever kind of control he’d been put under. The look of relief on his face as he saw you melted your heart instantly.

The scene changed to a shot later that day of you running with Charlie and that same person from the cabin, all much more lucid than before, for the first time ever. The three of you managed to barricade yourselves in some kind of survivalist store in the mall. Your eye caught a compound bow, next to a small quiver of six arrows. You grabbed it, slinging it over your shoulder as Charlie strapped a bullet-proof vest over his light green shirt.

“You know how to use that?” Ranboo asked as they grabbed a knife from a case. The third, who you now remembered in the present was dead. Really dead.

Your lips thinned in slight recognition, analyzing it like an old friend from long ago. “I think so…”

Another shot of the three of you running, you shooting arrows into the heads of people in masks, wires and oil spilling out. So much blood, death. The lives of your friends. And another was going to become lost right in front of you.

The three of you had found a horizontal layout of the cabin. What had seemed so real was just a three-walled set on a broadcasting channel.

And the thing that that been chasing you finally caught up.

“Charlie!” You screamed, the large TV monster overtaking him and bludgeoning him as he wailed, shouting to Ranboo to get to the shut-down button through his pain.

“Go, Ran.” Tears streamed down your face as you grabbed at your quiver, only to find it empty. Your eyes narrowed at the large monster as it stood above Charlie, leaving him to die slowly.

“But-”

Gripping your bow with both hands, you sized up the giant monster. It hummed sadistically, making your body instinctively shrink in front of it.

You had to do something to slow it down.

Reeling back, you struck the wires with the curve of the bow, unplugging some of them in the process. The monster staggered slightly as you continued to beat it’s exposed wiring in the only way possible. You roared in anger, fueled with revenge for Charlie, and stabbed the bow into its already-shattered TV face.

You turned to face Ranboo, who was still standing there, a dumbfounded look on their face.

“Just go!” You panted in exhaustion, your heart stopping as a pain shot through your stomach. Some kind of sharp and twisted metal had been unfurled from the monster, and pierced through you.

You gasped in pain, a gurgle coming out from below you. Charlie, his chest beaten and bloodied, his mouth expelling red down the side, cried out for you in the only way he could.

The monster dragged the sword from you, simply turning and retreating back to the shadows as you fell to the floor next to the man you loved.

Ranboo turned after that, sprinting as masks suddenly emerged from every corner, thundering past the two of you on the floor to catch the one going for the button.

There was some kind of sickly sweet irony to it all.

Your first ever moments of lucidity were being ripped away, but as you looked into Charlie’s slowly glazing over eyes, you knew everything would be okay, no matter where you ended up after this.

Your connection had prevailed over life and death thousands of times. You would just simply do it again.

The two of you reached for each other, being only inches apart before you lost consciousness, dying within the walls of the company once again.

And like a TV channel cutting out, your vision returned to you, Charlie above you with a look in his eyes that said he’d seen the same things as you.

The two of you had been together, going through everything for years. Finding each other, being reset, only to do it over and over again. Sometimes being scripted to be in love, sometimes coming to it naturally. One of the only constants in a reality that was always changing.

His eyes softened to a warm and revering gaze, both of your eyes becoming misty as you smiled weakly at him.

You and Charlie were a part of each other, both intertwined into your individual beings eternally.

And the only tangible thing was the two of you in this moment, holding each other.

Grasping the back of his neck, you pulled him into a kiss.

Charlie’s cock twitched inside you at the contact, reminding the two of you just what exactly you’d been doing before remembering everything.

He grinned against your lips, beginning to pull out, before you brought your legs down and locked them around his waist, dragging him back inside.

The motion made you both whimper as he bottomed out inside you once more.

“Don’t stop~” You pleaded into his mouth with a newfound vigor.

For every moment you’d spent with him, the two of you had never gotten to do this. Might as well make the most of it…

“Fuck…” Charlie sighed, rolling his hips up into you even deeper with the wetness of your previous orgasm, if it was even possible. “God, of course you feel so right, you’re mine.”

Your heart soared at his words, his forehead coming to lean against your own, his real presence with you once again.

“I’m yours~” You whimpered, his pelvis brushing your clit ever so slightly.

Lifting your knees back to his shoulders, he returned his grip to your legs. He was practically on top of you, pressing your thighs to your abdomen with his waist in an attempt to go deeper, be closer.

The soft and shy Charlie that you were used to was completely overtaken by lust, now only a man deprived of the person he’d loved for years, lifetimes, their body finally in his hands, at his mercy.

“Fuuuuck...” Charlie mumbled out, leaning back slightly to watch his cock move in and out of you, your heat stretching around him so obediently. “So pretty…” He spread your folds slightly with two fingers, getting a closer look as he slid in and out.

You moved a hand from his arm to his waist, pulling him in faster. “Charlie…” You trailed off, wanting more, needing more.

He chuckled at your pitiful attempt, moving the fingers spreading you to rub pressured circles into your clit.

“Mmm~” Your back arched into him, an arm wrapping around his back to desperately bring him closer.

Fuck, his fingers felt so good coupled with his dick in you.

Your nails dug into the skin of his back, raking down his flesh as Charlie’s lips parted to release the loudest shuddering moan you’d ever heard from him.

You don’t even have the time to appreciate the sound as his hips begin pounding into you.

“Fuck, please do that again.” He whines, bringing his whole torso down to shove his face into your neck, his glasses knocking against your cheek for a moment.

You could barely comply, moaning wildly as his hands wrapped around your hips to pull you onto him even harder. Your arms flailed until you reached his back, gripping and slashing and slipping and clawing all over the taught muscles.

Charlie panted and moaned next to your ear, suckling on the skin of your neck as his big arms were stuffed between your sweaty bodies.

The two of you were pressed together, moaning and writhing and at the complete mercy of each other.

Slapping sounds and the smell of sex filled the room. He felt so big inside of you, especially when you were so close.

You could feel yourself coming undone, beginning to shake beneath him, your throat tightening, before crying out as you came around him again.

Your cum sprayed out against his pelvis, pooling on your abdomen and soaking the bed. It was fucking everywhere.

“Oh, yeah~” Charlie shakily moaned, nipping at the skin on your shoulder, before lifting his head to kiss you.

His bruising pace didn’t halt for a second, if anything he went faster, thrusting wildly as he pulled back from the kiss.

You breathed together, your lips inches apart as he used you to chase his own release. His glasses fogged up from the sheer heat his body was radiating. “I love you…” Charlie groaned into your mouth, babbling desperately. “I’ve always fucking loved you~”

You couldn’t hold back a large smile, yet unable to push any words from your lips.

His eyes were completely glazed over with love, lust, completion, everything you both felt in that moment. But it was blocked as his eyes fluttered closed, his forehead retreating into your neck as his body twitched. His pelvis slammed against yours with a final slap, twitching and spasming as he painted your insides.

You could feel the twitching of his cock, the sensation filling you with pride.

Charlie practically collapsed onto you, trembling and moaning lowly, as the aftershocks of his orgasm subsided.

The two of you simply layed there, the reality of your situation beginning to set back in slowly.

In an attempt to sit up with the large man on top of you, your hand bushed against something under the pillow, the foggy bliss clearing quicker at the feeling of something metal on your fingertips.

Following your hand under the pillow, Charlie lifting his head to see.

He looked completely fucked out, his hair tussled and ragged, his glasses slightly crooked on his nose, his face flushed and damp with sweat.

You smirked at the sight, nearly getting distracted by just how beautiful your soulmate was.

Because he really was your soulmate, in every meaning you could think of.

“Don’t go yet, folks! We still have a multitude of fun games for our wonderful couple, and we’re gonna be asking you for suggestions!” The loud speaker blared, making Charlie cringe at the sound.

You pulled out the metal box, seeing some kind of futuristic TV remote with two buttons, a red circle and a green square. Glancing at the cameras, whose LEDs all were a steady red, you pointed the remote at one and clicked the circular button.

The hum of the cameras came to a sudden stop, every single one of their LEDs turning back to an empty grey.

“Hey, where did you-” The voice cut out, also seemingly shut off by the remote.

“Huh…” Charlie breathed out, his voice raspy from all of the sounds he’d released just minutes ago. He glanced around to see every camera had indeed turned off.

You experimentally pressed the square button, jolting as the vent in the corner fell off the wall, making a loud clanging sound.

Charlie quickly pulled you close at the sudden noise, before seeing the vent on the floor and letting go, breathing out a sigh of relief.

The thought of finally being free after so long seemed almost too good to be true, but you had to try.

“Come on.” You shot up, causing Charlie to sit up and slip out of you with a shudder.

He leaned over the bed, tossing the nightgown you’d peeled off earlier to you before grabbing his own clothes.

As you scrambled up you shivered, feeling the remnants of your union drip down your thighs.

“Shit…” Charlie mumbled out appreciatively after putting on his shirt, staring at your thighs.

You turned to him and his head snapped to the floor, trying to act like he hadn’t been looking. A small smile spread across your face as you caught a glimpse of the red marks streaking down his back from your nails, before you pulled on the nightgown. You slipped on the panties, feeling the wet mess leaking out of you. Waddling to the wall, you narrowed your eyes at the small light coming out of the vent.

Sunlight.

Charlie pulled up the boxers, walking over to you to look over the vent, making sure it looked safe from your point of view. He slipped his hand into yours, intertwining your hands with a squeeze.

“I’ve always loved you too, Char.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, feeling him smile against you, before tossing the remote control to the floor. “Now, let’s get the hell out of here.”

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Eye for an Eye (2 of 2)

Summary: Loki does not like the idea of you being around potential suitors and means to erase any form of interaction you had with them.

Rating: PG14

Note: Part two was requested and i honestly debated on it Lol PART 1 was kinda left in a more fluff/sweet Loki manner, but if i decided to continue this one shot, i wanted to keep it portraying Loki as i saw him in the Thor 1 film. I hope you find still some enjoyment in this part, but it does follow the movie and hope the semi accuracy of the character's personality makes up for the mood shift sweats 

Requester: @evesdust

‘’Loki… what did you do?..”

The sound of your slow footsteps bringing you backwards were the only sound one could hear while you gazed up at your lover. His expression was hard to read, even for you while his lips parted and closed, failing to bring out words just yet while your fingers released their tight hold on your dress.

‘’darling.. we can finally be together..’’ he said quietly, as if carefully like you hadn’t heard him the first time. His eyes were sharp, watching your every move like you were a mouse being cornered by a cat. Something seemed.. off about him..

“Loki.. are you alright?” you asked, a million questions running through your head while you gazed up at him with round eyes.

He seemed to look down amused at you, almost with a raised brow while he tried to believe that was your first comment about all of this. Nevertheless, he spread his arms out as if to prove he was alright while he slowly began descending the stairs. ‘’I feel more like myself than I ever had darling, for once I feel.. happy..’’

Your teeth caught your bottom lip, feeling unsure with the new energy that seemed to be coming off of him. he was always so light hearted, happy to see you and gentle. The god before you just three steps away now, seemed to give off nothing but the energy of a..

Predator.

‘’how.. how is this possible?” you breathed, glancing around as if Odin were somewhere you just hadn’t seen yet. Where was Odin?

Loki looked at you carefully, his hands extending out but you made no move to take them while he finished the last step before taking them himself, holding your hands close to his chest while his thumbs stroked your skin. Just as he always did.. but no.. he felt..

‘’Loki.. your so cold..’’ you gasped, your eyes fluttering down to his hands in yours before one reached up to feel his forehead, finding the same temperature. ‘’are you ill-‘’

‘’I am fine darling. I promise.’’ He smiled, his answer a bit dry, as if one would hold back annoyance while he brought your knuckles up to place gentle kisses against them.

‘’..where’s Odin?” you whispered, watching him carefully while he held eye contact, his helmet seeming the frame his brows and adding more height.

‘’..he’s fallen into the Odin sleep, he is well but it is unclear of when he shall awaken.’’ He told you slowly, his eye contact wavering ever so slightly while you gasped.

‘’gods.. and what of Thor?” you asked, feeling his fingers grip yours ever so slightly that had your eyes fluttering back down at them.

‘’he shall remain in banishment. As of now, mother has announced me king.’’ His hand gently found your chin, tilting it upwards so you could gave up at him and his familiar softness seemed to return for just a moment where your heart fluttered. ‘’I am king Y/N.. you no longer have to meet with suitors..’’

Your eyes rounded while you took in his words, blinking up at him upon realizing your vision needed to be cleared from tears. ‘’your-‘’

‘’I choose you darling, I always have and I always will. I want you, at my side, as my queen..’’ Loki said gently, his voice slow and promising while he took a small step to the side to extend a hand towards the throne. ‘’just as we’ve always talked about- we will rule together darling, just us, no one else.. we can finally be together..’’ Loki smiled, his voice having risen as if a child talking about something exciting he had received on Christmas while your eyes wandered to the throne.

This was all so.. sudden.. you knew Thor had gotten banished, much gossip flowing through the palace and to your benefit, had paused your weekly meetings in order to get things back into a rhythm now that the kingdom was short one prince. You didn’t believe any of the rumors.. Loki had just been looking out for everyone’s safety by telling the guard of their whereabouts.. but since that day, he had seemed.. distant.

Now he was king? Odin falling into the sleep not to long after? It all didn’t seem to make sense.. but he’s never lied to you before, and who were you to complain when you both have what you have always been wanting! Loki has gotten his throne and you both were now able to be together! So why did it feel like your smile was.. fake..

‘’I am so happy for you my love, I know you will be a wonderful king for Asgard.’’ You beamed up at him, having cupped his cold cheeks with a smile while he rested his slender hands on your wrists with a proud look.

‘’we shall soon plan the wedding darling, everything will be just absolutely perfect..’’ he breathed and cupped your own cheeks, looking into your eyes while he pressed his forehead to yours. ‘’your perfect..’’ he whispered, his lips finding your skin but the temperature having your eyes squeeze shut as to prevent yourself from pulling away.

Why was he so cold..

Loki seemed quite distracted after that, having not much time for you while you wondered the palace to seek his whereabouts daily. The guards had even denied you near the Bifrost, let alone past the palace walls with only the message that the new queen must be made safe in the transition times. Transition times? Yes there may be some coronation planning and feasts to ready, but it should have nothing to do with wandering outside the palace walls, let alone visiting Heimdal.

Come to think of it.. you hadn’t seen much of the Warriors three, nor Sif since the day Loki told you the news of becoming king. Frigga had refused to leave Odin’s bedside and any question you may have with any of the court leaders or guards, were vague and dismissive.

You wanted time with your soon to be husband but he seemed distracted.. bothered and at one point you had began to show signs of a cold with the strange temperature drop around him in which the healers had suggested you both continue sleeping separately until you felt better.

It got to a point where your frustrations over all had you seeking him out one day and the one place he tended to be often, was the throne room. Your dress swept up as you walked quickly down the halls, dismissing the guards with the wave of your hand- practically your first queenly orders to leave you be while they tried urging you to stop. You stopped right at the doors and eyed the guards who made no move to open them.

‘’open the doors.’’ You said carefully, the order running out of your mouth with a hidden desperate plea to see your lover.

‘’the king has requested that no one disturbs him at this time..’’ one of the guards answered with hesitation, seeming like he didn’t know whether he should have spoken out loud while you straightened your posture.

‘’he’s to mean everyone except me. I am his bride and his queen to be. You will open this door and refuse anyone else.’’ You said sharply, looking him dead in the eyes while you took a step back to make room for him to get started.

Both guards glanced at each other, and with seemingly to be a mental debate between them, they bowed and opened the heavy doors, letting you quickly slip in before they shut them behind you.

The throne room was cold- it always was.. wherever he was at lately. It was quiet, the room seeming to take on an eerie tone while you slowly stepped further and your eyes rose. Loki stood at the throne, yet his eyes weren’t on you, but past you. You knew very much that he wasn’t looking at anything physically in particular here, and by the sense in the space between you both, he was in the middle of using his Seidr.

Why..

You got the familiar feeling before whenever he had used magic growing up, he often practiced on flowers and using it to aid his harmless pranks when you both played. As years went by, for you at least it got easier knowing when he was using it. There was that sudden energy in the room, and you could always tell by his eyes when he was either in deep thought or spaced out, he was concentrating. Right now it would seem that although his eyes were open, he was looking at something.. something beyond what was here.. like reaching out into one’s mind as if it were right before you. What was he doing..

You weren’t sure if you should say anything as you neared the bottom of the stairs, not wanting to throw off anything that might ruin.. whatever he was working on. So you waited. Nearly ten minutes have passed before you saw him begin to take a step back and turn towards the throne, and yet you still didn’t know if you should interrupt. It wasn’t until he suddenly turned back around, it caused you to flinch as if he was going to direct something at you but realized he was still gone.

You bit your bottom lip, desperately trying to be patient while your fingers began curling at the fabric at your sides once more. A nervous habit you weren’t sure when you picked up. With hesitation, you began climbing the stairs, each step careful and quiet while your eyes stayed trained on his glassy ones that staired out towards the far wall. He looked.. deeply irritated, perhaps nervous but extremely frustrated. You weren’t sure if approaching him would be the best move, not wishing for him to do anything rash if you disrupted his concentration- but you knew he’d never harm you purposefully. You just wished to see him alright.

You came to the step just one away from him you took a deep breath. He was still now, standing straight and still while you looked up at his beautiful face. He was.. different. Seeming less than the man you had sought out every day and every day of that horrid time of the week and more like something stressed, bothered and.. power distracted? Running a kingdom was difficult, you understood that.. but there seemed to be much more to all this that just the transition period..

‘’..Loki?”

Even as a whisper, it was enough to have him flinch with a step back, blinking rapidly before his vision set on you.

‘’Y/N- ..Y/N you shouldn’t be here..’’ he said in haste, taking a step forward with a hand at your arm to help guide you down the steps but you pulled it free with a step back to face him.

‘’no- why must I leave? What has gotten into you lately? What were you doing just now?”

Loki blinked at you, truly finding this the first time you’ve ever been stern and demanding with him while he tensed and straightened. ‘’..there is much to do now that I am-‘’

‘’oh bull shit, you haven’t once joined a meeting to help prepare for your coronation. Quite frankly, I haven’t a clue what you have been up to, leading up to your new position here’’ you threw your hands up, days of pent of frustration seeping out to the point where your tongue became loose, and Loki noticed it with narrow eyes.

‘’you have been warned many times to not use that language within this realm, I thought we were clear that it’s no longer apart-‘’

‘’but it is apart of me Loki, like it or not.’’ You told him firmly, your eyes holding a desperate look for understanding while you took a step forward to place your hands against his chest armor. ‘’regardless of my upbringing here.. it still doesn’t change the fact of who I am.. who I truly am..’’

That seemed to cause Loki to take a sharp inhale, a flash to his eyes that had him looking away immediately as if one was trying to forget a forced and unpleasant memory. You gathered your patience, just glad you both were talking again while you looked at his avoiding eyes.

‘’Loki.. you do not lie to me, nor have you ever..’’ you began, your voice quiet while his eyes seemed to go off in thought but you kept trying. ‘’..what was it that you were doing just now?..”

His jaw tightened, being forced in a position where he could not lie, nor did he want to but at the same time, did not want to speak of the matter at the same time. The touch on his hand had his body instinctually relax, glancing down to see your dainty one grasping his before his eyes found yours. His eyes were.. sad, seeming regretful but also.. sharp, like the look he held when he came back from a battle that was more than brutal. ‘’..I needed to make sure Thor remained on Midgard.. he has found his worthiness again, and I have no doubt he plans to return..’’

Your eyes widened as you tried to piece things together ‘’that’s.. wonde-‘’

His hands quickly rested on both of your shoulders, his knees bent to so he was sure to be looking into your eyes while your own rounded. ‘’understand Y/N.. if he returns, things go back to the way things were.. you’d fall into the hands of another..’’ he said with seeming panic in his eyes while yours wandered.

‘’no that’s.. not if Odin chooses you- look how well you’ve handled Asgard so far-‘’

‘’you don’t understand Y/N! Odin will not choose me! Nor will he ever! No one will ever want the throne being handed off to a monster!” Loki shouted, his eyes glassy and he almost shook you by your shoulders that had you reaching up to grip his wrists.

‘’Loki.. what are you-‘’

‘’it doesn’t matter.. Thor will be coming, and I need to stop him..’’ he nearly scoffed and released you, moving a hand to take hold of yours before he began descending the stairs, making you pick up your skirts with the other hand and try to keep up with him. ‘’I need to keep you safe-‘’

‘’Loki- what are you.. where are we going?” you stutter, trying to get your hand free while trying not to trip down the stairs before you began truly pulling once you’ve reached the bottom.

Loki stopped, not even daring to look at you while you struggled in his hand, your pleas for him to release you and explain himself falling onto deaf ears while his breathing began to heave. Not a moment longer, he turned to look at you- his shear expression having your freeze with concerned eyes while he held promise, determination and sorrow.

‘’I’m sorry darling.. for everything.. but I made a promise, and i fully intend for us to be together.. no matter how longer, no matter what it takes.. all I ask is for you to trust me..’’ he said in pants, his voice quiet while you could have sworn you began to see tears threaten in his eyes- or it could have been your own.

‘’Loki.. I do trust y- hey!’’ you yelped while he threw you over his shoulder in a swift motion, beginning to walk again while you beat on his back and pulled at his cape.

‘’Loki! Put me down!! Where are you taking me! You cant do this!” your demands had now began sounding like pleas, a fear slowly growing in your heart as to what was to happen soon and what will become.

He hadn’t said a word, not until he had arrived at his chambers and waved the guards aside, pushing the door open himself before he took two steps in. ‘’you’ll be safe darling.. I promise..’’ he said gently before he set you down, taking the opportunity to close the door while you regained your footing before you began pounding on the door in panic to get it open.

‘’open the door Loki! Please! Talk to me!” you cried, a tingling on your fingers had you pull your hand away from the knob, his Seidr beginning to enchant the door to make sure it would stay closed while his hand gently rested against it on the other side.

‘’..i love you Y/N..’’ he whispered, knowing you might not being able to hear him, but knowing you definitely knew it while you sank to your knees with his footsteps slowly disappearing.

‘’Loki..’’ you whispered, pleading while you leaned your forehead against the door and felt the tears from your eyes land on your lap while you waited. And waited.

And waited.. and then..

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[tmasc-confessions]

I'm kind of an egg/questioning if I'm tmasc or not rn, so sorry if I don't fit, but I need advice 😭

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I've been thinking about what it would be like to be a guy since I were like 14 or so, but I've heard stories about transgender people since I were like 7-8 at best. And in the process of questioning, I've met a few signs that I might be, but at the same time not?

I dreaded at the concept of periods and breasts. I remember feeling like dying when I got both of them. Back when I was younger than that, I used to go well with male classmates and when wandering around transformation tropes (I had... unrestricted internet access), I sometimes asked to myself "how come there's TFs of man to woman but never woman to man?" I also used to wonder WHY there was barely any guys in certain communities like fandoms or artists (Not in a "eh men better" way but moreso because I was curious as of the why), as well as being more curious about male puberty and surprisingly close to my dad as a kid compared to my mom. Is all weird, probably they're signs or not. I don't care.

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Part of me fears that I'm not trans because I didn't found out about tomboys/FtMs until pre pandemic (2017-2019), via youtube videos explaining it (most of the trans media I used to watch was either MtF-centric or just "man in a dress" jokes). And also because I used to like a LOT of commonly "feminine" and cutesy interests in my childhood, probably a few masc ones but mostly fem. And how do I know if I'm genuinelly trans or just a "generic puberty thing"? I mean, obviously all girls hates being girls and sometimes wishes they were boys, right? Do all people sometimes think about what it would like to be another gender?

I mean... I think I would be better if I had a flatter chest, or maybe a deeper voice along with shorter hair and a less defined waist. But hey maybe is just normal. I'm still not an adult yet (despite that I'll be turning into one this year). Maybe they'll go away once I'm 20 or something

I want to talk about it with my psychologist but I'm also scared of opening up about them. I've repressed them so badly that maybe is actual dysphoria or just a mess of feelings.

No no, people who are questioning are absolutely welcome to submit asks!!

From personal experience I myself can tell you I had a very similar experience - only difference is I did assume trans men existed pre-pandemic but I'd never actually heard of one. And especially never thought I could be one myself.

I mean, obviously all girls hates being girls and sometimes wishes they were boys, right? Do all people sometimes think about what it would like to be another gender?

Sweetie... oh... no they don't. We were the ones who did that.

I can't speak for 100% certain because I don't know the inner aspects of your life, but... it kind of sounds like you know the answer and just kinda can't admit it to yourself.

We all went through that. It takes a little time. But you'll come to terms with it. I'd be more than happy if you ever came back and wanted to talk more. We're here with open arms :D

[denjjisgf]

NEW PERSON, SAME OLD MISTAKES maneater reader x unsuspecting s. gojo

cw: no smut but EXPLICIT CHARACTER DEATH, stalking, drugging, stabbing, dismemberment, vomiting, obsession, reader is delusional, despite the tags, this chapter is relatively unserious, not a lot of gojo in this one

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we all hate doing the walk of shame.

it's tacky and honestly quite embarrassing in a city of 15 million people. normally you're a "get in, get off, get out quick" kinda girl, but today is proving to be not your day. busting through a back alley fire exit of your downtown high rise, you look rather suspicious walking in the early hours of morning. a gym bag was slung over your shoulder and you were limping slightly from the duffel's dead weight.

it takes 20 minutes to drive to your worksite, a desolate plot of land which used to be a forest and is soon to be a spanking new subdivision. it also happens to be where you dump your bodies.

your car swivels when it rolls off the pavement and into wet gravel. you hum to the song playing on the radio, twirling the woven fiber strap on the bag, seated in the front passenger's spot. the sun is barely risen and the sky tinged with orange and clouds. driving through dug up holes and the bare bones of homes, just on the edge of the property is a woodchipper.

the car lurches as it stops, as if it was digging its heels into the ground, frightened by what's to come next. if there's time for a little candor, you're pretty freaked out too. your hands tremble, just barely (and mostly because of the cold), fingers sinking into a rubber-cased "on/off" switch. the machine roars to life, screaming with hunger, and an awful gnashing sound fills your ears. a flurry of leaves gets kicked in the air and remnants of sawdust floats down onto your hair and shoulders.

"fuck, i hate this shit," you grumble, dropping the heavy duffle to the frozen ground and dusting yourself off. you take a quick look around, scanning for innocent bystanders, lost children, generally anyone who would be alarmed by what you're about to do.

you zip open the bag and grimace at the severed head floating on top of neatly stacked pairs of arms and legs. its mouth was slack, frozen in a scream, tongue pale and bloody. the hack job on the neck was definitely not your best work, but considering the circumstances, careless and hasty, you were pleased with your bonesaw skills while inebriated.

after making sure the wheelie cart was positioned to catch the guts of the woodchipper, you chucked an arm into the mouth of it and a finger flew up into the air, bouncing back into your hand. the dead flesh is cold in your palm, and you feel the blood rush from your head, down. you run to the treeline, queasy from your hangover, and vomit. the alcohol-tinged bile burns as it comes up.

what a shitty valentine's day.

...earlier this week...

"why is it i only see you fleeing the scene?"

satoru. entertaining his stupid flirtations only makes you smart mouthed, and you're weak for that sharp glint in his eye, brows perked up in half shock, half arousal.

"huh, couldn't tell'ya," twisting your body to match his eyes as you walk by. "if only i could manage to get out a little bit quicker. it feels like sneaking out and getting caught by dad," and with a wink, you're slinking out his apartment lobby door. shameless as fuck, he undresses you with his eyes.

you don’t know, but he loves that bratty mouth, your little innuendos. that sexy body when you swing your hips for him, leaving from another man's place. he runs his palm down his face, groaning, wishing you wanted him instead.

telling satoru you were dating someone in the building, in some ways, worked in your favor. he no longer questioned seeing you around, in the elevator and by the trash chute. no, you weren't stealing his trash, but you did check for condom wrappers.

now, before you go and judge, you had a job too! you couldn't just watch him every night, but it had begun to drive you mildly insane not knowing what he was doing. you contemplated installing cameras in his place and began lashing out at your employees when they fucked up paperwork and you had to stay late. everyone had become a barrier and all you needed was satoru.

but other times, the white lie left you frustrated and wondering what would've happened if he was flirting with you at the cafe instead of that barista. would you still have wanted to end his life, feel his blood drain, and body go cold? the image makes you shiver now.

which is probably what's stopping you from killing satoru. you feel like you're starting to lose your edge. i mean, two weeks ago, you let that girl from the club go, and now you’re more of a stalker than a killer.

you leave his place at the perfect time to bump into him, when are buzzing with adrenaline from sneaking around, dopamine and lust. not only do you get to be in his space, but you also get to see him. relaxing your "not letting potential victims see you" rule to spare a few fleeting seconds with satoru, the two of you dance around small talk and shoving your tongues down each others' throats every time.

you wish you had stuck around to talk to him that next day when you're searching through his laptop, the one he conveniently left unlocked.

"A DATE???!!" if steam could fume from your head, it would have. how could this have happened?? but there it was, the third most recent conversation with "jessica", confirming a date on february 14th, just thirty minutes ago.

you're pacing, staring at the open messages app. stomping over to the couch, you perch on the armrest and tumble backwards into the throw pillows. your fingers tap to open the app store, downloading hinge, impatiently tapping your phone case as the meter gauge fills.

why didn't he ask you?!

that stupid imaginary boyfriend... god, why did you say that?? why not a "best friend" or "dogwalker", some shit like that? you can't wallow alone on valentine's, knowing your satoru is out with another woman, you have to find another date. something else to preoccupy your time.

you know if you stay at home, you'll only end up back at his place, furious and bloodthirsty. while you're experienced, for sure, you've never done a threesome, and with your recent track record, it's best not to try anything new.

in a breeze you create a profile. you swipe through a few accounts, and close the app, disappointed. none of them were satoru. your silver fox, tall, broad, and aging like fine wine. the thought makes you swoon and snuggle deeper into his sofa.

you left earlier that night, wanting to deprive satoru of your subtle affections in passing. by the time you're tucked into bed, you have several "let's fuck" dms on hinge, and significantly less viable candidates than you'd hoped for. it is internet dating, so i don't know what you expected.

on valentine's day, you're strapping on a pair of ruby low pumps and smoothing down the black fabric of your cocktail dress. the bar your date had picked was only a couple blocks away, so you opt to walk, cinching the waistbelt of your trench coat, and going.

you were the first to arrive. you left a little early, so you could have plenty of time to survey the area, get comfortable before your date- matt, mike, you don't know, and frankly don't care- got there. you wave down the bartender and pass him a titanium card to start a tab. you have a couple drinks while you wait, and when your date got there, you have a couple more.

the rest of your memory is foggy from here. you had a lot to drink last night, and this morning, head splitting open from the inside and covered in blood, proved you blacked out sometime between 10 pm. and boy, were you busy.

it was quite alarming to wake up to actually, fingers crusted in blood, your hair matted in certain spots. pieces of bone shard were caught in your sweatshirt and your hands ached like you were using heavy machinery. the bonesaw... goddamnit. what was wrong with you?! the closed bathroom door stared eerily back at you. you were afraid to see what was behind it.

by the corner of the bedroom, sitting on a black, hefty trash bag, is a duffle bag, busting to the seams. hey, looks like last-night-you left you a gift. not long after, there you were. you grab the last body part in the nike duffle, your date, the man from quebec's leg, and toss it over your head. speckles of blood smack against your lips as the metal teeth chew up the limb and shit it out its other end.

drinking to oblivion wasn't your thing, you didn't like feeling out of control, so you chalked it up to "the satoru problem". you speed home when the body was disposed of, leaving the gorey scene behind, and your victim's bits and pieces churning in a cement truck. you were desperate to shower, dirt and blood caked in your cuticles, skin coated in a layer of filth.

sliding the key into the front door, you sigh with relief when you make it back to your penthouse. you climb the glass staircase, heading into your bedroom. the scent of iron and something sour tinge the air. the bathroom light shines faintly under the bottom of the door.

peering inside, you feel your mouth pool with saliva, holding back a gag. carnage is everywhere. your modern, pristine white bathroom is painted with blood and sinewy vessels like hair on a shower wall. thick, viscous puddles yet to dry are in circles all over the floor, but majority of the damage is in the tub. you run the shower head and the water shifts from crimson to pink after a few minutes.

it takes all afternoon to clean up the mess the man from quebec's dismemberment made. you make a vow to never kill anyone drunk or without planning ever again. you delete the messages you sent to him on the dating app and erase your profile.

it wasn't smart to kill without planning, and dumping the bodies near your company's buildsite requires thoughtful planning. you pray the construction guys pave on their merry way and pay no mind to the chunks of human flesh in the cement.

"this has to be the last time," you tell yourself. great, now you're talking to yourself outloud. you had official lost it. satoru gojo was the only thing you could think about, he consumed you. you decided in a split second, and then you're buckling your seatbelt, taking off to his apartment. you knew he was home, it was the weekend, so he had no reason to be at the office.

when you got there, you walked straight to the intercom, punching in his apartment unit. it buzzes four times before his voice cuts in, grainy through the shitty box speaker, but all the same shoots electricity in your veins.

"hello?"

"hey, gojo. it's me."

"oh hey...how'd you know which unit was mine?"

"ah," you clear your throat, "i've been calling all the units. luckily you answered this time."

he chuckles sexily through the intercom. "are you that desperate to talk to me?"

"actually, yea."

he's silent on the other end and you fidget in place, second guessing coming here on a whim. i mean, to be honest, it's not like the two of you are that close. he probably flirts with everyone...

"oh. hmm- where's the boyfriend? trouble in paradise already?"

"i'm thinking of ending things. i haven't told him yet, i just- i just know it's gonna be the best thing for me."

"so, you aren't gonna tell him, but you'll call every unit in the building to tell me?"

"look, i'm just looking for some comfort. these are difficult times and i had a rough valentine's day, okay?!" you're choking up, suprisingly for real, "my "boyfriend" took another woman out last night."

he's silent. "i'm really sorry. i- i didn't realize."

"satoru?"

"yea?"

"do you still have that guest pass?"

"i'll be right down."

sorry if i lost the plot @megumisthirdog

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

I SAID I’D BE BACK FOR SECONDS AND NOW I AM!

Another Dr. Stone request if you will~

How do you think the wise generals (+Tsukasa) would react to their partner getting a serous injury or seeing their partner having a near death experience (kinda like Ginro during treasure island where they have to be petrified to be saved maybe?)

😋

Hello! Thank you for coming by again!

I hope this is of liking, please let me know what you think!

TW: Mentions of injury and blood.

Tsuki's note: Children, DO NOT move anyone that has been injured or tht has fainted. Call for help first, then tend to the person ( CPR, Pressure, etc...), but do not move them!! you could complicate their situation.

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Gen

Poor boy freaked out.

He saw your blood running, pooling around you.

He was dying to know what happened, why you were so terribly hurt.

He didn't really know what to do. Hold you? Hug you? Call someone?

Thankfully Senku thought fast and decided to petrify you to rescue you.

He sternly told Gen the details will have to come later, you saving you came first.

Gen had his heart in his mouth.

He couldn't hold your hand while you were being petrified.

But he could talk to you sweetly.

Well, you couldn't be depetrified yet. It had to take a few days to make sure you were fully healed.

While you were a stone Gen would talk to you daily, very briefly.

He also requested Yuzuriha to make your clothes and already have you dressed.

As soon as you were Revived, he hugged you tightly

Saying over and over again how worried he was and how glad he was to have you back.

After this sweet reunion, it was time to fill in the team with the details of how you ended up busted.

Gen would be very anxious if you had to go somewhere dangerous again.

he would try to convince you to stay, but he wouldn't push it too much, he knows everyone has their own roles on the kingdom of science.

Senku

Senku looked calm. He just looked like it.

When he realized you bought time for him and got hurt in the process, his heart sank.

But he had to deal with the issue at hand.

When he was done with the biggest issue, he went to your aid.

You were bleeding like crazy.

He didn't show it, but he was freaking out.

He knew one option would be to petrify you or try to suture you.

Petrifying was the best option - it had less risk of infections and complications.

So a statue you became.

Before you did become a statue, Senku you reassured you would be fine. After all you did this with Ryusui and Tsukasa so, you would be ok too.

You just needed a couple of days to be sure you would be 100% ok.

He didn't need to request Yuzuriha to make new clothes for you, she already knew what to do.

When you came back, Senku had a glint of relieve and happiness in his eyes.

If you chose to hug him, he would hug you too. If not, then he would just pat your head and say " Welcome back, you idiot".

Senku wouldn't mind if you went back doing dangerous things, but he would double check to see if you are ok.

Ryusui

Ryusui didn't quite notice the exact moment you got hurt - he himself was busy trying not to die too.

As soon as a little bit of safety was regained, he searched for you. Scanned the whole area with his eyes.

When he saw you, badly hurt and bleeding a lot, he panicked.

He dashes towards you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder, but he did not let transpire how worried he was.

He held a serious, yet calm expression and asked Francois to find help for you.

He stayed by your side through the whole decision making of petrifying you.

He agreed it was the option.

Ryusui reassured you would be fine, after all, he was too! Just trust the process and Senku.

He promised to give/do whatever you wanted once you healed up.

As soon as you became a statue again, Ryusui let his bravado down. He was worried sick.

He asked Yuzuriha to make you fancy clothes.

He also came by to see you for the short days you had to stay like that to heal.

Once you were broken free, the first thing you heard was his laugh and his fingers snapping.

He hugged tightly, but gently.

From then onwards he made to keep an eye on you or ask Francois to do so.

Chrome

Another poor boy that would panic a lot.

When he found you hurt, on the floor, he began to cry.

You were trying to tell him you would be ok.

He asked Kohaku to grabs Senku or anyone to help you.

He didn't left your side for anything.

Upon Senku's arrival, it was decided you would be petrified again.

Chrome was mumbling if this was the only way and well, it's not but it is the safest route.

He wanted to hold your hand while you were in the medusa range, but he couldn't.

So he kept loudly saying you would be ok while crying.

Ruri and Yuzuriha fetched you some clothes to dress your statue.

Chrome would talk to you about the days event. And always promise to fill you in again once you started moving.

When you are revived, He hugged you so tightly and so abruptly you fell backwards.

He was crying again, but this time out of relief.

You couldn't help smile at this fool.

After his he became very wary of letting you go on your own to unknown places.

Ukyo

Ukyo saw the moment you were hit.

He immediately ran to you while calling your name.

He didn't waste a second to seek for help.

From the looks of your injury you would probably need to be petrified.

Ukyo stayed by your side the whole time, having a worried, yet calm expression.

He tried his best to reassure you you would be fine.

After you became a statue again, he kindly asked Yuzuriha to make some clothes for you.

He would come by to see you and talk to you a bit.

Counting down out loud how long it would take to have you back.

Once you were revived, he hugged you tightly and gave a big sigh of relief.

He would ask you to be more careful next time and he would make sure to have you in his sight, so he could shoot any danger that could harm you.

Tsukasa

He didn't quite see when you got hurt.

Much like Ryusui, he was also trying to stay alive and Tsukasa is usually in the front lines.

After the danger was gone the first thing he did was look for you.

When he found you hurt, He kneeled next to you, gently helping you up and seeing your wound.

He would pick you up ( if your wound allowed it) and carry you to Senku.

Tsukasa would hold your hand as your injury was being check, surprisingly he wasn't holding too strongly, it was very gentle.

When it was decided it would be best to petrify you, he reassured you would be ok. After he was revived like that too.

He promised he would be next to you when you woke up and he smiled.

Not once Tsukasa showed how worried and angry he was. No, not at you, at himself and whoever laid hands on you.

Once you became a statue, he asked Yuzuriha a favor to make you new clothes.

Tsukasa would come by your statue and smile. He didn't speak much to you, he just did a promise to find who hurt.

Once you are back, he holds you by your shoulders asking how you feel, before hugging you.

After this, he makes sure you are safe or with a team that can keep you safe.

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[staranghae]

baby you drive me crazy

summary. seokmin and reader meet at a young changemakers convention because that's how filthy rich people have meet-cutes. :)

pairing. nepo kid ceo! l.sm x self-made ceo! fem! reader genre. fluff, crack., meet-cute warnings. profanity, mentions of alchohol w/c. 1.4k a/n. ah yes. finely marinated fanfiction, delicious. ( i mean this in all seriousness, this has been in my drafts since august of last year so...) song recc. unlock it (lock it) by charli xcx and jay park

seokmin really needed to start finding better ways to get out of these events. his age old excuse of "there's a really important project for the quarter due in a few weeks and i'm utterly clueless about it" was starting to wear thin considering the fact that half of these parties happen towards the end of the year when his company has already wrapped up their projects.

but then, this particular convention didn't seem like the rest. it was the annual "young changemakers" convention, his first one since he took over the company. he'd talked to a grand total of six people his age in the few hours he'd been there, and all of them had done nothing but brag about their money and wealth! not one of them seemed actually interested in the business aspect of the well, you know, running a business. to seokmin, this was better than being surrounded by a bunch of middle-aged people asking very invasive questions about his private life.

as he kept wandering about the convention, making small talk here and there with a few familiar faces, he spots you, sitting on one of the corner tables nursing a glass of chardonnay. he quickly calls over his secretary,

"minghao, come here. i need you to do something for me."

xu minghao, seokmin's secretary of the past seven years, was quite accustomed to his boss' peculiar requests. despite being the same age, minghao was far more perceptive and mature as compared to seokmin. he finishes off his glass of wine and walks over, exasperated.

"yes sir, what is it?"

"do you happen to have any idea of who that is?" he says, pointing to you.

minghao looks over at you and back at seokmin.

"are you seriously telling me you have no idea who she is?" questions minghao, annoyed by his boss' lack of ability to remember crucial information during networking events such as this one.

seokmin looks over at him, completely clueless about your identity.

minghao answers with a sigh,

"that's y/n, the ceo of l/n enterprises. i specifically mentioned her to you because she's the only person here without a family business. her company was completely built by her and her alone. also, her achievements are exemplary, she made the dean's list at harvard and is one of our major shareholders so technically speaking, she's kinda like your boss."

seokmin blinks at him. "in commoner words, please?"

"basically, she's the only one here who isn't a damn nepo baby and happens to own a good chunk of our company."

"ah! got it."

"so if i'm done here, i will take my leave."

minghao turns on his heel and leaves before seokmin has the chance to say anything. he just chuckles to himself and starts walking towards you when he hears minghao call after him,

"also, i didn't tell you this but your father has been trying to set up a blind date with her for you. something about you being incapable of making her fall for you on your own or something."

now, more determined than ever, he walks over to you and sits down across you.

"hi, i'm seokmin, ceo of lee enterprises, and you are?"

"y/n, your blind date for tomorrow evening. although i'm guessing your father hasn't told you about it yet."

he looks away, flustered. you laugh and he might as well have gotten whiplash with how fast he turned his head to look at you.

"he might've. i get quite a few of those, so i tend to lose track."

you stare at him incredulously. you knew about him from your uni days, the only nepo kid in oxford business that gave a fuck about his academics enough to make it onto the dean's list. now, here he was, sitting in front of you, looking and acting every bit the cocky brat you didn't expect him to be. you voice this thought out loud,

"i didn't expect someone who ended up on the dean's list at oxford to act like this but apparently, appearences can be deceiving after all"

seokmin visibly lights up at the mention of the dean's list. you see, only a handful of people actually bothered to find out about him as a person rather than as just an extension of his father and lee enterprises. so, when someone generally tried finding out about him, the dean's list was one of the first things that would pop up.

"you know about the dean's list at oxford business?"

you roll your eyes, "well yeah, obviously! we were required to know who we would be competing against in the industry so we had to find out about the dean's list of most ivy league b-schools"

seokmin has never admired someone as much as he admires you in that exact moment.

"so, about that date..."

you look at him over the rim of your wine glass, "what about it?"

seokmin can't believe it. he's about to ask someone out on a date. like a normal person.

"um, well, instead of, y'know, letting my dad decide the time and place and everything, i was wondering if i could take you out. as lee seokmin, business nerd, not as lee seokmin, ceo."

you chuckle at his description of himself.

"business nerd?" that's an interesting nickname to give yourself."

"i didn't give it to myself, my best friend did. we weren't in the same university but that didn't stop us from being absolute headaches to each other from opposite ends of the world."

"best friend? is it someone in the industry or..?"

"oh, he's the heir to jeon and kim associates."

you've heard the name before. jeon & kim.

"wait, is your friend mingyu?"

seokmin is surprised at the mention. he nods excitedly, looking like an eager poodle.

"d'you know him?"

"know him?! i studied with him! the two of us always partnered up for group projects because we meshed so well together," as you're rattling off about your memories with mingyu to seokmin, you remember it.

"WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! YOU'RE MINNIE?!"

seokmin snorts his soda at your sudden outburst. he's still coughing and sputtering as you apologise to the people who had turned around to stare at you while passing him tissues to clean himself up. once everything is back into the lull it was in previously, you elaborate,

"you're minnie, right?"

seokmin recalls his friend constantly calling him that when on call with him so he nods, a wave of nostalgia washing over him at the fond memories. he really needs to catch up with gyu soon. maybe he could get minghao to set up a meeti-

"i always thought he was talking about his girlfriend whenever he talked about 'minnie'. turns out it was you, huh? funny."

seokmin pauses mid-sip to give you a look that says 'are you kidding me?'

"okay, first of all, he already had a girlfriend when he was in college to whom he got married to last month. secondly, if the two of you are so close, then how come i didn't see you at the wedding, huh?"

"probably because i was the maid of honour and busy making sure it was perfect, but y'know, who cares."

seokmin vividly remembers the maid of honour at mingyu's wedding. and it was not you.

"okay, i remember that day really well and know for a fact that the maid of honour had red hair, and you don't."

"ever heard of hair dye, seokmin?" you reply dryly.

seokmin lets out a laugh at that and you become mesmerised for a moment because wow! how is a person so pretty and handsome and smart at the same time?

finally out of things to talk about, you and seokmin look around the room, trying to find something to keep the conversation going. seokmin gives up first, finally asking the million dollar question,

"d'you wanna get out of here? i'm honestly just bored at this point."

you look back at him with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes,

"you wanna go on that blind date right now? the food here isn't all that great and i know a really good seafood place nearby."

seokmin could really go for some seafood right about now. he nods and gets up from the table, and you follow suit. the two of you manage to make it out undetected, much to the disappointment of your secretaries, who only find out about your escapade through the headline of the dispatch article released the next day.

"Mated for life or just another fish in the sea? CEOs of L/N Enterprises and Lee Enterprises spotted on a romantic date at seafood restaurant."

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Cupid’s Arrow

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Being ghosted sucks, but being ghosted on Valentine’s Day by your boyfriend sucks even more. Is love a losing game, or is there space for redemption?💌

Warnings: None, kinda boring. Kinda ass. Sorry love yall😼💞

Song for imagine: Love Is A Losing Game- Amy Winehouse

Another Hallmark holiday, here we go….

I can’t believe this, he fucking forgot our date

My eyes squinted as the sun setting left rays peeking in between buildings causing a ghastly beam of light into my orbs.

Rolling my eyes and looking away from the window my fingers played with the hem of my babydoll shirt. It was white with red hearts on it, perfect for today.

We had planned a nice early dinner and a walk in the town for today. I wasn’t a fan of flowers or balloons or any corny traditional Valentines Day tactics. I just wanted to spend the day with the person I loved the most. Or thought I loved the most….

See we had only been together for a year, but known each other for four. Our friendship was amazing and the first 6 months of our relationship, but suddenly it all changed and I wasn’t sure why.

We fought a lot over small things, and he would be so sneaky and shady. We barely would hangout anymore and we’d barely talk or text unless he needed something….

It all started to feel transactional and that’s no way to go through a relationship. But I decided that we should take today the day of love to lay our cards out and figure this all out.

He’s really an amazing guy, and I wanted to make this work; but I began to think he didn’t want the same thing. Looking down at my phone to zero messages and zero missed calls. I sighed a large sigh.

He was now a full hour late, and honestly I knew he wasn’t going to show up. I didn’t even bother to call or text. He showed me his true colors right then and there.

Looking back out the window the sun began to set some more. The Diner was across the street from a drugstore and the amount of men running out with flowers, chocolates and balloons made me scoff. That’s exactly what I mean. It’s a Hallmark holiday so money hungry companies can make boatloads of cash off of lousy men. Why is one day out of 365 days the only day where women should be receiving gifts to show that their partners love them. Bogus….

“Sweety, would you like to order something?” I heard lightly from behind me, snapping my head around when I was met with a cute older woman. Bright red lipstick and powerful blush on. Smiling shyly as I observed her.

“Uhh, sure, could I have a menu?” I asked her

“Oh of course I’ll head up front to grab you one I’ll be back shortly” she replied

She quickly stepped away, and a busser had brought me water over. As I reached for the straw my cutlery set had fallen off the table.

“Shit” I mumbled as I tossed the straw back down

As I leaned to grab it, someone had already bent down and grabbed it. My eyes follow their movement.

“Thank you, sorry about that” I stated as I looked up at the boy and grabbed the set from his hand.

“No worries” he said quietly, I smiled gently at him

He paused for a second and his brows furrowed for a moment.

“Do I know you?” He asked me

“Uhh maybe” I said looking back at him, but I had soon realized who he was and my eyes shot open

“Matt?”

“Y/N?”

We said at the same time. Holy shit I knew he sounded so familiar. I hadn’t seen him since sophomore year of Highschool.

“No way, how have you been?” He asked me

“I’ve been good, are you here with anyone?” I asked him as I looked over his shoulder for not only the waitress but potentially someone else coming with him.

“Oh no, no I’m here alone” he said

“Well if you want you can join me” I said gesturing to the seat in front of me

“Oh I don’t know I don’t want to intrude” he said shrugging his shoulders

“No it’s okay please sit” I said

Taking a seat in front of me, it felt like Freshman year all over again.

Matt, his brothers and I had been friends since middle school. Matt and I had gotten the closest as he was super anxious and shy and I helped him out of that bubble.

Freshman year we’d walk to this diner almost everyday and do homework as we waited for my dad to come pick us up. We had gotten really close and I even developed a small little crush on him.

Sophomore year rolled around and we didn’t have much classes together, and when his anxiety got really bad he didn’t really come to school often. But we all hung out every weekend.

That was until mid school year when my dad got stationed in Oklahoma for the military. Leaving them behind hurt horribly, but we all texted as much as we could. Obviously as we got older and made new friends we stopped texting and calling, but I still kept up with them on social media until I didn’t.

The summer before going to college my father had been killed in combat. Which prompted my mom, my sibling and I to move back to our hometown in Boston.

I was shocked I hadn’t run into them not once in the four years I’ve been back until now. Crazy how life works.

“When did you get back?” He asked me, the lovely waitress had taken our orders at this point

“Four years ago” I said bluntly

“Wow” he said shocked a bit

“My dad was killed in combat and my mom wanted to lay him to rest in our hometown. So much time had passed I didn’t even think you’d remember who I was” I said giggling

“I’m sorry for your loss, are you kidding? My mom always asks about you. I should’ve kept in contact” he replied shaking his head

“Hey it’s okay, the phone goes both ways” I said offering him a reassuring smile

Our meals had come and as we began to eat, I really remembered why I was originally here.

“No Valentine?” I suddenly asked him and I wasn't sure why

Chuckling softly he swallowed before opening his mouth “no actually we broke up a few months ago and I’ve been focusing on myself. Nick is out with his boyfriend and Chris is with Nate. I wanted to be on my own. Since this is my first Valentine’s Day alone in four years” he said shrugging his shoulders as he ate another fry

“Oh wow, four years” I said shocked as I took a sip of my cherry coke

“I thought I was going to marry her, but I get to her house one day and there she is cuddled up with Dan Camineti” he says laughing

“Dan Camineti? Oh my gosh even out of Highschool he’s still a dog” I said in pure shock

“Guys like that never change” he says laughing

“You poor soul I am so sorry” I said shaking my head

“What’s your story” he states after a moment of silence

“My story?” I ask clearing my throat

“Yeah, why you’re here alone surrounded by a bunch of couples” he says giggling

I stopped for a moment as I looked at him, did I really want to tell him I wasn’t really sure. But my mouth started moving before my brain could stop it.

“Well my best friend of four years slash boyfriend of a year ghosted me this evening. We were already having trouble in paradise and we agreed that today would be the day we spoke about it and figured out where our relationship stands; and judging by his actions I know exactly where it stands.” I said firmly

“Oof what a dick, I’m so sorry” he said shaking his head

“Looks like we hit the jackpot with our love life” I said laughing

We endured more conversations as we finished our dinner. It was now 6:30 after Matt paid our bill. Stepping out into the brisk evening I wrapped my red scarf around my neck.

“Thank you for paying” I said to him as we stepped out onto the sidewalk

“Oh of course it’s the least I could do right now” he said winking playfully.

“Hey, want to walk downtown with me and look at the lights and shops?” I suddenly asked him

“Sounds cool let’s do it” he said smiling at me

We had walked around a bit and stopped into a cafe ordering some hot chocolates. We made our way over to a small bench as we sat down giggling

“No fucking way” Matt said sucking his teeth

“Way! I totally had a fat ass crush on you in high school” I said as I took a sip of my drink

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He said rolling his eyes

“Umm because every girl wanted you and I could not handle that type of rejection” I said laughing

“There would’ve been no rejection, I had a huge crush on you too” he said laughing with me

“You’re lying” I said laughing and going wide eyed

As we were chatting I kept hearing jazz music every now and then.

“What’s that?” I asked him

“Oh that’s Juno’s on the bay” he said pointing to the restaurant behind him

Everytime the door would open for people leaving and entering a soothing jazz song would ooze out and into my ears.

Smiling at the sound my eyes drifted towards the sidewalk when suddenly something caught my eye.

“Oh my god” I say as I shot up

“What?” Matt asks me just as shocked

“That’s his car” I say as I look at my “boyfriends” black mustang parked right in front of the restaurant.

“Are you sure?” He asked me

“Oh I’m sure” I say as I began to walk over to the restaurant

Before I made it to the door I looked over into the glass window when suddenly I felt my whole world crash and burn around me. There he was sitting in front of some girl. Laughing…how could he sit there and be laughing after what he just did to me.

Tears stung my waterline when suddenly his eyes met mine and grew in size. Scooting back from his chair he shot up.

My feet moved before I could register what was happening. Stomping past the restaurant the tears began to fall.

“Y/N wait! Wait!” He called out as the Jazz music faded

“WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT “ I asked him angrily

“Listen to me, I’m sorry I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I just couldn’t figure out how to” he said

“I should’ve known…you were distant and sneaky and you’d disappear for days on end. I can’t believe you” I said scoffing

“Listen I’m sorry, I love you but I’m not in love with you” he said.

“I hope you have the best life. We’re done. Don’t ever call or text me. Don’t come by my house and don't dare keep in contact with my mother. I never want to see you again.” I said as I wiped the tears from my face

“Don’t don’t cry” he said walking closer

“Leave me alone” I said backing up

“Listen I’m sorry” he said inching closer

“She said leave her alone” Matt suddenly states as he walks by my side

“Matt… you’re worried about me and you’re out with him?” He says scoffing

“He’s my friend..and has been since middle school. Don’t turn this on me” I said getting angry

“Yeah friend sure let’s see how long that lasts” he says laughing

“Come on man, don’t be such a dick just go back to your new girl and leave her alone ” Matt said stepping in front of me

Rolling his eyes and scoffing at Matt he stepped away and went back to the restaurant.

Turning to me Matt begins to laugh

“Tanner Crowley? Come on Y/N he’s dumber than a door knob” he said laughing which then caused me to laugh

“He really is, but he’s so damn cute” I said giggling as we began to walk away

“You’ll find better fish in the see” Matt said winking at me again

“Now let’s get you home” He said as we crossed the street

We lived near the downtown area so it was a nice little 25 minute walk. We spent most of the walk sharing funny memories and giggling like we were in school again.

“Oh my gosh remember when our parents caught Nate and my sister kissing freshman year” I said laughing

“Holy shit I do! My brothers and I were there at his house when his parents were scolding him it was the funniest shit ever” he said snorting

“And my sister made some dumb story up about practicing mouth to mouth for CPR training” I said laughing

“That was hilarious, man the good old days” he said clearing his throat

“They were” I replied

Sooner than later we approached my moms house. Matt had walked me to the front door.

“I had so much fun today, thank you for that” I said smiling at him

“Thank you for allowing me to sit with you as we chatted about our sad love lives” he said nodding his head

“Always!” I responded giggling

“We should hang out again soon” he said scratching the back of his neck

“I’d so love that, my mom would die to you and your family” I said smiling at him

“Cool… we will….uh… I will set that up” he said a bit nervous

“Goodnight Matt” I said lowly

It was a good 10 seconds of staring into each other's eyes when suddenly we both leaned in. Our lips crashed together in a cute passionate kiss. A kiss that would make me squeal when I spoke about it. A kiss that was like butterflies and fireworks in my stomach.

Pulling away we looked at each other's eyes again.

“I’ll see you around” I said smiling shyly at him as I opened the front door

“I guess I’ll see you around too, have a good night” he responded back

“Good night” I said giggling before slipping into my house and shutting the door behind me.

Who would’ve thought I’d be shot by cupid's arrow so suddenly….

The End

Idk what the freak prompted me to write this, but I could not get this idea out of my head since yesterday. Even though I’ve been gone for so long I still appreciate the support and love I’m still getting 🫶🏽🖤. Not sure when I’ll post again, so until next time I love ya 🖤

-J💅🏽

[noightserum89]

with ease

You just got out of six months of relationship and shitty sex, so you're in the mood for something raw tonight--with that special person you always come back to. Inspired by this song Disclaimer : A PWP (Porn without Plot), MDNI Pls Character is owned by infold. CW// Mention of childbirth, death Might be OOC, If you don’t like it, skip it Please be mindful of what you read in the internet Tags : fingerfucking, public raw sex

The night is kinda young but still hums with possibilities. It’s only 8 pm, and you’ve left your apartment earlier than usual — no pregame, no distractions — just the raw hunger coursing through you. Sylus had called this morning, his voice smooth over the phone.

“Welcome back. I booked a sofa in your favorite club. Come by and have fun. I haven’t seen your pretty face in a while, Sweetie.”

You smile at the memory, hearing his voice has done something to your brain.

Of course, he hadn’t seen you, you have been in a relationship these past six months, the kind that looks good on paper, the kind that your mother approves of. She had called your ex-boyfriend “perfect” — a man with a good background and high social standing — a man who could be paraded through your family’s circle without questions.

But to you? He was just good enough to waste time with. He’s a fucking wimp, he’s clueless with his dick, he’s also too vanilla for you. You had finally pulled the trigger yesterday, you told him bluntly that you find him icky, and you need someone who knows what they’re doing — someone who can take control without being told how.

Life is complicated already, you don’t need the hassle of telling someone what to do when he’s fucking you. Just make it right, and be done with it. Your ex? He was just too…soft.

The second your ex left your apartment, you texted the one person who you needed to see ASAP.

Just landed, dinner?

It’s like a code between you two, one that neither of you bother to explain anymore. You remember he teased you about it one time, “You can just say, ‘landed’, so I don’t feel too hurt when you come looking for a rebound in my arms. It will feel like you have just come back from a long trip, Sweetie.”

“Oh please, you don’t do feelings, Sylus. That heart of yours is incapable of feeling hurt.” You replied, half laughing.

He smiled at you and kissed you, “With you, I feel all sorts of feelings, Sweetie.”

Lies.

The man is a maniac, he has no time to think about feelings, he’s too busy running his criminal empire, too ruthless to let love complicate things, and you know that.

Remember the Godfather? Love has no place at all in that world.

Hence why he can’t be your endgame. Your mother would die from a heart attack if she finds out that her only daughter is messing around with a mafia don.

You’re wearing what can only be described as undergarments — a mere satin slip dress that clings to your skin like a second skin, barely qualifies as a piece of clothing, the fabric so thin it might as well not exist, but that’s the fucking point. The red hue is a deliberate choice you made last minute, a nod to Sylus’s favorite color, and you chose it with a singular mission in mind: to get fucked by him until you can barely walk.

Mind you, it’s been half a year without Sylus in your life.

As you drive through the city, memories of Sylus come crashing back — of him taking you anywhere, everywhere, with a feral ferocity that leaves you breathless with everything you think about it. The city lights blur you, the atmosphere is electric, matching the anticipation that already building between your thighs. Your favorite classical piece is playing from your car audio, a stark contrast to the thoughts racing through your head.

There’s nothing classic about what you’re thinking right now.

You know exactly how you want it, you’ll ask him to fuck you right there in the club, hidden in plain sight. Slow and subtle, you have to suppress your moan, or he has to cover your mouth, you know you prefer the latter. You can already feel your pulse between your thighs, your tits hardening, the cool temperature only gets you hornier and hornier, and it’s oh-so-delicious.

You are finally ending a draught, saying goodbye to six months of bad sex.

The high-rise building where the club is situated comes into view, you drive your way into the valet section, stealing a glance at yourself in the rearview mirror, making sure your flawless smoke eyes and long lashes are ready.

Ready as the testament, as a trophy, of what a night with Sylus would be like. You know he loves seeing you messy, and tonight, you’re so ready to let him ruin you. “I love you out of control, messy just for me.” He had said after a successful yet teary deep throat that made your mascara crumbled.

The elevator ride feels endless, ascending to the top floor takes you a while, yet your body is already yearning for Sylus. When the floor indicator ding and opens, your pulse is ringing in your ears, making you almost roll your eyes. Two ushers meet you the moment you step out. “Let us take you to Mr Sylus.” One of them says, and you reply, “Yes, please.”

The club is pretty packed, old-school hip-hop and RnB are blasting through the speakers, some hard-hitting beats and sensual hum lulling your body to move, and you can’t help but agree, your shoulders, neck, and head, move according to the beat, subtle, not too eager. When you look at the dance floor, people are dancing, body rolls, and intimate movements, they’re getting their high by moving flawlessly and expressing themselves.

You finally reach the final step of stairs where Sylus has reserved a balcony for the two of you. He’s sitting elegantly, or rather dangerously, on a red velvety sofa, that gives you a slight boudoir vibe. Donning an all-black ensemble, legs crossed, a glass of whiskey in one hand, and a cigar in the other, he looks like a painting,

“Sylus.” You call his name, and he turns his attention to you.

Sylus is wearing his glasses — your favorite glasses — a frameless glass that barely visible to the normal eyes. To you, he’s like wearing a lingerie covered with an expensive suit. He turns his attention to you, his eyes sharp, his red vivid, something tug within you when he let out a slow smile.

“Sweetie.” Sylus calls out. He gets up from the sofa, and put off both his vices when he finally opens his arms, you are already back to where you belong, safe and nestled in his space.

Your fingers find their own way to latch onto his neck, locking him in your embrace. His hands already back to where they belong, sprawled on the sides of your waist, “You’ve been gone for a while, Sweetie.” He whispers while closing the distance between you and his front.

“Oh..” A little moan, you forget how satisfying it is to you to be manhandled by him. “Sylus…” You look at him and you feel like the world is tipping on its axis. “My dear, Sylus.”

‘He’s everything that I’ve ever wanted…’ You think to yourself. ‘Why did I obey my mother when I can have this man, every fucking day, whenever, wherever?’ You continue to ponder while your thumbs move through his sharp facial feature, feeling the texture of his skin, bridge of his nose, and the curve of his lips.

You know the answer and you have accepted the fact that you and him can never be together long ago, and you will never forgive the world for this. It’s cruel, yet you can’t do anything. He’s a mafia don for god’s sake, you don’t mix yourself in their problem or you will be the one getting gunned down.

“I have missed you so much, my sweet Angel.” He’s towering over you, his face inches away from you, his hot breath is all over you, the musky scent of cigar and whiskey is not your favorite but you can’t help but feel turned on.

Sylus pepper kisses all over your face, from your cheeks, to your chin, your nose, your forehead, the smallest of kisses, yet it makes you hot and bothered.

“Sylus…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I can’t wait any longer, please.”

“I can’t say no when you beg like that, Sweetie, I’m not a monster…”

“Pleaase, Sylus…I need your cock in me…”

“Good, good girl…”

Sylus pushes you up against the concrete balcony that covers half of your body. You can feel the vibration of the bass from the music downstairs through your stomach, you have a bird’s eye view on the partygoers downstairs, and you think, ‘Nobody knows that I’m going to get railed so good.’ The idea of doing it in open space, with the most dangerous man in the city has successfully create a wet reaction down your string.

His hands move on your body seamlessly, gliding through smoothly, taking both of your hands to the back, arching your back in the process, while he pushes his front to your back, letting you know that he’s already hard and demands to be satisfied.

“Such a bad girl,” Sylus whispers against your ear from behind, “Wearing this poor excuse of a dress…” his hands now reaching the hem of your dress, hiking it up until one of your thigh is exposed to the cool night’s air, “Coming here and wanting to get fucked in front of everyone..”

His finger is now playing with your string, caressing your ass so sensually that you can’t help but moan. “Sh….Syl…Sylus.” Your words are broken at his touch, “Please…” Your heart is pounding, skin tingling, calloused fingers touching you roughly, marking your delicate skin as his.

Without warning, Sylus pull your string to the sides, yanks your dress, bunching it around your waist, and pushes his hand between your thighs, feeling your wetness, how ready you are for him. His fingers slip through your wetness, making intimate contact with your folds.

“Ah…Sylus…” That’s all you manage to let out, needy whimper and uncontrollable moan.

“Tell me..” He growls, “How much do you want me?”

You don’t have to think, “So much…please…more than anything.” You are desperate to be filled by him. “I…I can’t wait anymore, Sylus…”

“Such a good girl…” Sylus pulls back and unbuckle himself, letting his cock free. “Feel this. Feel my desperation for you, Sweetie.” He rubs his hard-as-rock cock on your pussy, making repeated motions up and down, from your clit to your entrance. “I haven’t even fuck you yet and it already feels so…fucking…good…” Sylus whispers in your ear, his other hand cupping your hard peaks behind the balcony, overstimulating you.

“Sshhhh….Sylus…oh…”

“So so good…”

“Mhhyeahh…”

“Please I need you…put it in..”

You can’t think, no coherent thoughts forming in your head other than Sylus filling you in with his big cock and cum.

“I’ll ruin you, Sweetie.” His guttural moan when he enters you with ease, “Oh…” taking you apart, making your pussy pulsates even more. He stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust, you wiggle your hips a little, accepting the thick cock you have missed so much, his hands steadying you, letting you know that you’re not going anywhere.

Sylus starts to push again, a broken moan escapes your lips as he fills you completely, your body stretched tight around him, and when you starts to move, his groan is getting wilder.

“Fuck…” he groans, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. “You’re so tight… it’s like you were made for me.”

You whimper, trying to move, needing more of him, but he holds you steady, controlling the pace. He begins to thrust into you, slow at first, but with each stroke, he drives deeper, with more pressure applied, hitting just the right spot, making you gasp and cling to him for dear life.

The sounds of the club fade into the background as the world narrows to just the two of you — the heat, the rhythm of your bodies moving together, the way he takes you like no one else ever has.

Your moans grow louder, mingling with his grunts of pleasure as he fucks you relentlessly, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you. His hand slides down to your thigh, trying to coax your orgasm faster by playing with your clitoris,

“Sylus…” you cry out, barely able to form coherent words. “I’m going to — “

“Come for me,” he orders, his voice strained, his control hanging by a thread as he pounds into you harder, faster. “I want to feel you come.”

That’s all it takes. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body shaking as you clench around him, your nails digging into his arms that hold you. Eyes rolled so hard you can even see stars, and when you're able to open your eyes again, you can feel your tears coming down your face, your orgasm so good that it makes you cry.

He groans, his hips slamming into yours, deliciously slow, as he chases his own release, pushing you both to the edge. With one final thrust, he stills, buried deep inside you, his body tensing as he comes, filling you with his cum. You collapse against the balcony, and he is against you, you breathing hard, your bodies slick with sweat.

For a moment, the world stands still, just the sound of your ragged breaths and the distant noises of the club beneath you.

Then, slowly, he pulls out, setting you back on your feet, though your legs are shaky from the intensity of what just happened. Sylus smiles down at you, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you softly, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before.

You smile weakly, still catching your breath, your body tingling in the afterglow.

“Messy just for you,” you whisper, echoing his earlier words.

Sylus chuckles, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. “I wanna see you crying on my cock, Sweetie”

“Take me home then, Sylus.”