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the front door slammed shut.
you flinched slightly at the sound, looking up from where you had been curled on the couch, a book resting in your lap.
caleb stood in the entryway, shoulders tense, his uniform jacket barely hanging onto his frame. he didn’t even bother to take off his gloves, his fingers clenched at his sides like he was barely keeping himself together.
you knew that look.
something had happened.
something bad.
“…caleb?” you called softly.
he didn’t answer.
instead, he exhaled sharply, storming past you and heading straight for the kitchen. you heard the sound of the fridge opening, the clatter of a bottle being pulled out.
you set your book aside, worry twisting in your stomach as you stood up and made your way toward him.
“hey,” you tried again, keeping your voice gentle. “what happened?”
he didn’t look at you.
“nothing.”
you frowned. “it’s obviously not nothing—”
“drop it.”
his tone was sharper than usual, almost a growl.
you hesitated.
caleb never talked to you like that.
you watched as he leaned against the counter, tilting his head back to take a long sip from the bottle in his hands. his jaw was clenched, his violet eyes dark with frustration, his entire body radiating tension.
he was seething.
something must have gone really wrong at work.
but that didn’t mean he could shut you out like this.
“…caleb, please,” you said quietly, stepping closer. “talk to me.”
he slammed the bottle down.
the sound made you jump.
caleb finally turned to you, his gaze sharp, his expression pulled tight with something unreadable.
“what do you want me to say?” he snapped. “that everything went to hell today? that i wasted an entire mission because someone on my team couldn’t follow orders? that i had to stand there and watch people get hurt because of a mistake i couldn’t control?”
you swallowed.
he wasn’t just frustrated. he was furious.
but it wasn’t just at the situation.
it was at himself.
“caleb, it’s not your fault—”
“isn’t it?”
his voice was harsh, biting, like he was daring you to disagree.
you faltered, unsure how to reach him like this.
he had been upset before—frustrated, annoyed, even angry—but never like this.
never so sharp.
never so cold.
“…i know you’re upset,” you said carefully, “but don’t take it out on me.”
caleb stiffened.
his eyes flickered with something—guilt, maybe—but it was gone just as quickly as it came.
he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before shaking his head.
“forget it,” he muttered. “i need to cool off.”
he turned to leave, but something inside you twisted, something heavy and aching that refused to let him walk away like this.
“caleb.”
your voice wavered slightly.
he paused.
“…don’t shut me out.”
he didn’t move.
for a moment, there was only silence, stretching between you like a fragile thread.
then, finally—
his shoulders slumped.
the tension bled out of him all at once, like the fight had drained from his body completely.
“…damn it,” he muttered under his breath.
before you could say anything else, he turned back around and pulled you into his arms.
it wasn’t a soft embrace.
it was desperate. needy. like he had been holding himself together with nothing but sheer force of will, and the moment he touched you, he broke.
his fingers curled against your back, gripping onto you like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely.
“…i’m sorry,” he breathed, voice rough with exhaustion.
your heart ached.
you wrapped your arms around him, holding him just as tightly, resting your cheek against his chest.
“i know,” you murmured. “it’s okay.”
he let out a shaky breath.
neither of you moved for a long time.
the storm inside him hadn’t passed completely—but at least now, he wasn’t facing it alone.
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sonotpattismith · 2 days ago
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Omggg Established relationship Sukuna forgets it’s valentine’s day angst fic?? I NEED it 😈
stupid in love
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pairing: tattoo artist!sukuna x ballerina!reader word count: 7.1k content: valentine's day edition!!!, fluff, angst, sukuna and his problematic attachment style, a bit toxic if you squint, jealousy, hurt w/comfort, smut, 18+ continuation of where I first saw you and ruin it all over and dedicated to @emochosoluvr who I've appointed as godmother of my two kids tattoo artist!sukuna and ballerina!reader
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“Where the fuck are you?”
Sukuna could hear the rough streams of rain smacking against the ground even on the other line of the phone, that sharp fear that only you had the innate talent of filling in him crashing into his system as a result. It had been almost twenty minutes now that he had been parked outside of your dance studio, his windshield wipers straining with the effort of the torrential downpour attacking his car— twenty minutes past the time you told him you’d meet him outside. 
“Ryo, I need help.” Your sweet, frantic voice on the other line sent his heart racing. 
Immediately cutting the engine in his car, the enormous man damn near ripping the door from the vehicle as he allowed the rain to soak through his clothes. 
“Where are you? The fuck is going on?” He tried desperately not to sound as panicked as he felt, and he reached in to pull an umbrella from the backseat before slamming the door shut and hauling ass.
“I-I’m right outside the back entrance.” Your words trembled from the freezing rain clinging to you, and it made his heart crack, picking up his pace ever so slightly. “Please, hurry.”
A growled curse escaped him when you hung up the phone abruptly. Dialing your number again, his boots began pounding on the gravel walkway while he squinted through the mix of rain and nightfall to spot you. His heart was pounding against his chest when you didn’t answer, a myriad of possibilities running through his mind of what could have possibly happened to you. 
Had your fracture relapsed? Was someone stalking you? Or worse— had someone actually done something to you? His mind was racing through worst case scenarios, only aiding in his frantic pursuit. 
It was only a short few minutes before he finally caught sight of you just beside a bush outside the entrance you mentioned. You were hunched over, your back to him as the rain soaked your sweater, but he was sure he’d be able to pick you out of a crowd. Racing over to where you were squatted, Sukuna all but fell to his knees beside you, his hands immediately reaching out to inspect you. 
“What’s wrong? Why the fuck would you hang up like that? You had me—” 
His frenzied questioning of misdirected frustration fell short on his tongue as he heard a strange… squeaking coming from just below you. You were rambling out in relief before he could ask any more questions though. 
“Please, Ryo, can you reach it?” You cried desolately, clutching onto the sleeve of his leather jacket while you pointed toward the bush you were crouched beside. He blinked owlishly at you, contemplating whether or not he should check you for a fucking head injury, because he couldn’t see anything but leaves. 
“Baby,” Sukuna tried to level his voice cautiously for you, though you seriously made him question his patience with each passing day. You already knew that he didn’t see what you had been referring to, as he only called you that when he thought you were on the brink of a full-blown crashout. “Someone give you something? A drink, or—”
You huffed in frustration, cutting him off when you yanked at his sleeve and pulled him closer. With a trembling hand clutched to his jaw, you maneuvered his face into your line of vision before pointing once again. His brows slowly unforrowed as he finally caught sight of what you had dragged him all the way out here for. 
“Is that a fucking cat?”
“Please, I’ve been trying to get it out, but I can’t reach back there.” 
Your boyfriend looked down at you incredulously, now taking note of countless scrapes lining your arms from the thorns and branches, some deeper than the others and making him pinch at the bridge of his nose. Your desolate sniffles pulled him from his mental anguish, clicking his tongue against his teeth upon seeing your blood-shot eyes. 
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.” He grumbled, shifting onto his knees to shrug his jacket off and drape it over your lap before leaning over the bush. 
The damned thing was tiny, shivering as the rain dripped from its frazzled, black fur. Its milky-yellow eyes were staring up at Sukuna, wide and reflecting in the moonlight. It didn’t recoil from him as he thought it would— didn’t bear its still growing fangs or attempt to scratch at him. Using just his forefinger and his thumb, he grasped at the scruff on its neck, using his other hand to push away at the shrubbery so he could pull it out. 
The kitten hung limply in his grasp as the man dangled it in front of his face to better inspect it. Narrowing his eyes at it as though it might remind it that it should be scared of him, it only squeaked a meow at him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say the scraggly thing reminded him of—
“Oh my gosh!” You squeaked through the haze of your tears, stumbling forward to gush as the small animal in his grasp. Nearly falling into your boyfriend’s lap in an attempt to get a closer look, you gawked affectionately with your wet cheek pressed against his tattooed one. “He’s shaking, Ryo.”
He flattened his lips into a scowl at the creature, but despite his outward disapproval, that tender spot he held for you betrayed him as he tugged his jacket from your lap to wrap it around the kitten carefully. With that same glower on his face, he shifted the bundle into your arms before opening up the umbrella to shield you from the continuous onslaught of rain. 
“Yeah? So are you. Put it under the awning and let’s go. I ain’t taking care of your sorry ass if you get sick.” But he would. He knew it, and so did you.  
“I think he’s hurt.” You shouted over the down-pour, and god, you looked up at him with those tragically beautiful, teary eyes that made him want to fight the world. Staring down at you, an internal war was waging in his mind, evident in the way his face scrunched furiously in a manner you always found so alluring. 
It wasn’t long before both you and the fucking kitten were in the passenger seat of his car, soaking up his seats as he drove sulkingly to the nearest veterinary clinic. Glancing over at you, it was an active effort not to soften those hard features of his, because you looked far too content for someone who was shivering so pathetically, smiling affectionately as you stroked under the kitten’s chin. 
It was just another moment in which Sukuna was coming to terms with the fact that he was changing. You danced into his life and suddenly he was regularly attending ballets, rescuing fucking kittens from bushes, and damn it— he could actually tell you the entire plot of the Nutcracker from memory. It was a sort of tenderness he never thought was present in him, or maybe it was just that you made him feel safe enough to show it. 
Still, it was increasingly frustrating that it didn’t seem to come so naturally to him as it did to you. He watched in his peripheral as you instinctively held the creature closer to you, how you didn’t hesitate before mutilating your arms in an attempt to get it to safety. It could have been feral, diseased— bit and scratched at you, but you always seemed to give life the benefit of the doubt. It drove him insane, and he wasn’t quite sure why. 
Thankfully, Sukuna had had a spare hoodie in his backseat that he had you replace your rain-soaked sweater with before you two stepped into the veterinary clinic, his hand still settled defensively on your nape as you had grown so accustomed to already. You had learned that he wasn’t exactly one to show his affection so outwardly if the two of you weren’t alone. Despite this, it came like second nature to him to always show some sort of sign that he was still with you— whether it be his grip on your nape, or a hand wrapped firmly around your bicep. You never felt brushed off by him, whether he intended the reassurance or not. 
You had all but forgotten that Yuuji had mentioned that his boyfriend worked at a veterinary clinic alongside his studies for the very same field. So, it wasn’t too much of a surprise that Sukuna had chosen to come to this particular clinic, knowing that Megumi already knew him and could take his straight-forward manner of handling situations without feeling any sort of way. 
Additionally, you were grateful that the vet tech could at least give you updates about the kitten later on, and, unbeknownst to you, it was another reason your boyfriend chose this place. He could already practically sense the melancholy that would grip you in the coming days if you weren’t able to confirm if the damned thing made it out okay. 
The menacing man thought you’d burst into tears again once Megumi informed you that the kitten was malnourished and had some sort of ear infection. Your shoulders tensed, but you seemed to stop yourself with the sinking of your teeth into your bottom lip as you nodded in understanding. Sukuna knew better though— he knew you better. 
“You gonna let it out or are you gonna wait until you see one of those sad ass animal commercials and explode?” He grumbled as soon as you two finally climbed into bed that night. 
Your current living situation was something you thought was temporary. After having miraculously been recruited by one of the local, professional dance companies following the Swan Lake incident, you had switched over to an online college in order to at least finish up your degree that you were already nearing completion on, while devoting most of your free time to your passion. Given the sudden switch, you had to move out of the dorm at your previous university. 
Sukuna insisted that you stay with him for the time being, spouting some excuse about him being closer to your new studio anyway, and that you shouldn’t be stressing about finding a new place while you’re settling into your new routine. Deep down though, he knew damn well that he was making sure to make the arrangement comfortable enough that you wouldn’t want to leave. 
It wasn’t subtle no matter how much he tried to make it out to be. Your favorite foods were always stocked in the fridge, a salt soak ready for those fucked up toes of yours each time you came back from practice, down to the habit he’d formed of massaging your calves for you every night when you’d crawl into bed utterly spent from the gruelling hours you’d put in at the studio. 
You’d sigh blissfully as you sank into his plush mattress, your comparably small frame appearing swallowed up by his dark sheets while his fingers dug deliciously into each cramping divet and strained muscle on your legs. No matter how many times he’d done it, it never failed to make you flush bashfully under his attentive touch. 
“I saw an apartment complex that’s opening up a few minutes from the studio.” You’d offer in that sleepy voice of yours, insistent on the notion that you were actually imposing on him by staying here. 
“Yeah? What’s with the rush?” He’d always tease with a click of his tongue as he allowed his hands to drift higher and higher until you were miraculously not so tired anymore. With just a tilt of his head, he’d send your heart racing against your chest. “Don’t like it here with me, doll?”
It was safe to say that him and his skilled hands never failed to put those ideas to rest. 
“‘M fine.” Your pitched voice betrayed you as you pulled the black comforter up to your chin and turned to face away from him. 
A frown of effort painted your pouted lips as you felt the mattress dip beside you, and soon you were being scooped against the warm skin of his chest. It was as if the sudden safety the reassurance of his arms provided was enough to break the dam you were holding back, hot tears beginning to stream down your cheeks. 
“You’re a fucking nutcase, you know that?” Sukuna grumbled with barely concealed amusement, all the while wiping at your flushed cheeks. 
This made you smile through your tears, fully recognizing the pathetic nature of your behavior. Shifting around, you buried your face into his chest while landing a playful smack to his shoulder. It was silent for a moment as you sniffled into his sternum, his fingers creating a gentle rhythm through your loose hair. 
“I just keep wondering how many people walked by it, and…” Your soft voice trailed, and you wiped at the tears you had stained his chest with. 
“Cause it could’ve had fucking diseases.”
“They can be fixed.” You defended, smushing your cheek back down against his peck. Even after all this time, he couldn’t understand how you treated him with such warmth when he only ever responded with the frigidness he’d grown accustomed to his whole life. “Someone just had to give him a chance, y’know?”
His chest ached at the tenderness of your heart. Trailing his hand down your neck and shoulder, he allowed the tips of his fingers to graze along your marked up arm. The sight of the various cuts and scrapes made him click his tongue. 
“Look what the damn chance did to you.” He grumbled, but you only yawned in response, your delicate frame stretching against him before settling comfortably with your leg nestled between his. 
“I don’t mind.” It was clear in the tone of your voice that you were already beginning to drift off. 
With a soft scoff, Sukuna shook his head and allowed his arm to settle back down around you. It was so like you to tear yourself down with the promise that someone else might benefit— never revealing if it hurt you, if it pissed you off. He didn’t understand it. 
“Course you don’t.”
That subtle irritation didn’t linger for long, because by the next day you were bright-eyed and beaming as you always were, and it made him forget what he had been so pissed off about in the first place, as it always did. It took all of four hours after the two of you had parted for the day that you were texting him between practice sets to ask him if Megumi had updated him about that damn cat, but now that some time had passed, the memory only made him roll his eyes in feigned annoyance. 
Though he’d never admit it, he found your concern endearing. You eagerness only amused him as he shook his head with a concealed smirk, slipping his phone back into his pocket to get ready for his next appointment. 
Despite the wall of indifference he liked to put up, it still meant the world to you that Ryo cared enough to help you that night. It was clear that he often got caught up in the convincing, but you never cared how much convincing it took. Underneath all that bravado, you knew the type of man he was. You’d seen it all that time ago when he’d protected and gone out of his way for you— the then stranger who had the nerve to pass out in his tattoo chair. 
He reminded you of it time and again, contradicting his sharp tongue with each gentle caress every night and each bouquet of flowers waiting in his hands after all the ballets he always made sure he was in attendance for. 
So, no, you didn’t care if he scowled and grumbled and cursed, because you knew what was underneath all of it, and it only made you love him more. Much like the young boy in him that doodled and sketched on every visible surface because he was never quite sure how everyone around him knew just what words to use when they weren’t feeling right, you knew Ryomen would always find his own way of showing you what was hidden beneath all that attitude.
He had already done so much for you: protected you, supported you, taken you in, introduced you to people who you could now actually call real friends here. 
It took Sukuna some time to open up about the fact that he’d never exactly done this relationship stuff before, but you figured as much given how guarded he was. Flings— sure. Dates and I love you’s though? That was a different story entirely. 
Of course, this posed the challenge of figuring out what you could possibly get a man who pretended to care for nothing. A trivial holiday like Valentine’s Day seemed like it would be that absolute bane of his existence— what with all the outward displays of affection and saccharine love confessions. Still, much like every aspect of your relationship thus far, there was a spark of uncertain excitement lighting your stomach ablaze as you wondered how he would make it his own— for the both of you.
Like most mornings, you were up and starting your day before your boyfriend could even think about opening those prepossessing eyes of his. The parlor never opened early, but almost always was open until the late hours of the night, which paved the way for Sukuna’s vehement aversion to mornings. 
You never minded though, always finding yourself feeling so lucky to be able to stare quietly over at him each morning. His defenses were down, at least as much as someone so guarded could bring them down, his pink hair strewn messily about his forehead as he snored softly against his pillow. It had become an admittedly embarrassing little habit that you’d formed as part of your morning routine— allowing yourself a few minutes following your alarm waking you to drink in the sight of him.  
Still, each morning he’d stir awake, even if just for a second when you did finally shift over to get out of bed to start your day. It had become almost calculated at this point; his brows would twitch, and then the most abrupt of scrunches would wrinkle at his nose as though he could sense a disturbance in his environment. Then— your favorite part— his crimson eyes would squint open to stare blearily at you for a moment until his half-conscious mind was able to process what was happening.
Sukuna would grunt each time, tugging at your wrist so you’d lower down enough for him to plant a sleepy kiss to your forehead. Your hand would slip into his hair, stroking at the tufts just behind his ear in the way that he never admitted made him hum blissfully each time.  His head would soon hit the pillow once again, and he’d be dead to the world for another few hours, leaving you with that gentle reminder of just what the tiniest bit of love could do to even the most callous of men.
Which was why you didn’t think twice when he hadn’t texted you that morning with any mention of the holiday. It wasn’t until lunch rolled around that you were on break from rehearsal that the doubt began prickling at the back of your mind, because he did text you then— his usual good morning as though it wasn’t damn near noon already and reminding you to actually take your lunch break that day. 
You blinked down at the message, feeling so unbelievably pathetic for the way his simple words struck the oddest sense of unease in your chest. Still, you brushed it off, assuring yourself that your concern was unwarranted, and that Ryo was a dry texter in general. 
So, you went about the rest of your day, only being reminded of his non-mention of the holiday once again when Satoru, who had also been recruited by the same company that fateful night of Swan Lake, presented you with a bouquet of white roses. Of course, you knew he meant nothing inappropriate by it— already having learned firsthand of your relationship and never crossing that boundary. 
You weren’t sure your boyfriend would see it as innocently as a long time dance partner expressing his gratitude for your professional connection though. There was hardly any room for him to be upset though, considering it was well into the afternoon now, and you still hadn’t gotten so much as a text about—
Shaking your head, you forced a smile onto your face as you pushed those temperamental thoughts to the back of your mind. Who were you to get so angry at him after all the kindness he had shown you? Ryomen would surely laugh at you for becoming so worked up over something so… trivial. Yeah, that’s all it was— trivial. Besides, the day wasn’t over yet, and you were going to meet him at the parlor after practice as had become ritual for the both of you— that is when it wasn’t torrential downpouring when he’d refuse to hear any lip about you taking the train. 
That notion was what kept the smallest bit of confidence in you as you walked into the parlor that evening, the small, heart-adorned gift bag with a brand new, leather-bound sketchbook tucked carefully inside clutched in your hand. You had been noticing that the one Ryo used was hanging on by its last leg, fraying at the edges and nearly out of pages. You thought a sturdier one might be better for someone who had the tendency of haphazardly tossing his stuff aside when was crunched for time. Additionally, you had found a shop that would engrave his initials into the corner. 
The bell chimed, signaling your entrance into the already rowdy parlor. This was typically prime time for them, nearly all the chairs taken up and conversation blocking out the heavy, alternative music that was constantly pumping through the speakers. You spotted the back of Ryo’s broad shoulders, hunched over his tattoo chair as he was placing the finishing touches on a woman’s spinal tattoo. You smiled softly at the thought of his fiercely concentrated expression that always appeared as rage to anyone who didn’t know any better. 
“There’s my favorite ballerina.” Choso greeted you fondly from behind the counter, his darkly-lined eyes already assessing the bouquet in your arms with a questioning glint. “Got an admirer? Who beat me to it this time?”
You beamed excitedly at him as he reached down to reveal a heart-shaped box of chocolates that had since been hidden beneath the counter. With an incredulous laugh of your own, you reached into the duffel bag you had slung over your shoulder to pull out the nearly identical box of chocolates you had bought for him as well. He clutched at his chest dramatically in a mock swoon. 
“See— didn’t I tell you we’re perfect for each other?” Choso gushed before exchanging boxes with you and ruffling at your loose bun. 
Your glittering laugh broke through even the loudest of boisterous conversation filling the air of the packed parlor, reaching Sukuna’s ears like the sweetest of siren’s songs. It made him swivel around, his gloved hand still carefully smearing the antiseptic gel over the client’s fresh tattoo. An adoring smile threatened to tug at his previous scowl of concentration at the sight of you, but it quickly fell upon noting the flowers in your arms and the chocolates before you— neither of which came from him. 
The sight made his heart fall through his stomach, plummeting down with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of him as the realization dawned on him. It made him question who he was more angry at; his brother, who had grown far too comfortable in his ‘feigned’ flirting and was picking out which chocolates to try first with you, whoever the fuck it was that felt confident enough to buy you roses, or himself— who had completely forgotten about Valentine’s Day. 
After a few more final details, his client was rising carefully from the leather seat and thanking him for his time. Clicking his jaw in irritation of his own shortcoming, he snapped his gloves off before begrudgingly beginning to clean up his station. Each little giggle and stifled laugh was driving that stake of spite farther and farther up his chest until he could swear he felt it poking up his throat. 
It wasn’t long before he was finally collecting himself to make his way over the the counter where you were perched atop of, melted chocolate staining your fingers as you chatted animatedly with his brother. 
Of course, Sukuna knew there was nothing going on there. After all, no matter how much he seemed to get a kick out of pissing him off, Choso would never cross that line. In fact, it typically brought him a sense of comfort and fondness knowing that you got along so well with both of his brothers. It was just now, where the artist knew his brother had been a step ahead of the glaring pothole that he had so stupidly missed— that was pissing him off. 
“You don’t have anything better to do?” Sukuna snapped lowly at the bunned-man hunched over the counter. 
Choso’s brows rose in mock surrender, raising his hands up before stepping back with a smirk of amusement he didn’t bother to conceal. Understanding that you two clearly needed a moment, he slipped out from behind the counter and trudged to the back to make himself useful somewhere else. 
Ryo’s crimson eyes regarded you through gently furrowed brows, and by the look of guilt hidden deep within his guarded eyes— you already understood that just what you had suspected was correct. Gulping down the feeling of sand pooling in your throat, you managed a tight smile at him with the hopes of easing some of the tension. With a click of his jaw, his eyes drifted down to glare instead at the neat arrangement of flowers perched beside your hip. He toyed with one of the petals between his fingers. 
“You’re popular, huh?” He attempted, cringing at his own audacity, but he was speaking on pure, raging emotion rather than reason. 
“They’re from Satoru.” You explained with an attempted lightness.
“Is that supposed to make me feel any fucking better?” His sharp canines sunk mercilessly into his bottom lip as though to punish himself for the way he was snapping at you. 
To be fair, you already had an inkling of understanding about your boyfriend's thoughts on your dance partner. It came in the seemingly innocent questions about why it was always him that was paired with you for numbers, but you always brushed it off with the explanation that it was better to have a consistent partner to aid in the chemistry of the choreographies— which, you knew probably wasn’t the right term to use, but it didn’t make it any less true. 
Realistically, Sukuna knew he was irrational in his jealousy, but he couldn’t help it when it was always the same fucking man he was seeing with his hands all over you, hell— kissing you every so often for shows. It only made matters worse when Satoru had been invited for dinner with you all after one of your shows, and your boyfriend had to come to the startling realization that he bounced off of your glowing energy so effortlessly and in a way that he knew he could never. 
So, though he never gave you a hard time about it, it always lingered in the back of his mind. 
“Right, sorry.” You muttered quickly, the once bright spark in your eyes dulled as you cast your gaze to your lap. 
If anything, it pissed him off more. He expected you to get angry with him, yell, cry, anything. It was more than well-deserved. You only pushed it down though, looking back up after a moment with a forced smile to ask him how his day went. 
“My day?” He repeated incredulously. You nodded, a dam skillfully constructed behind your bewitching eyes. With a scoff, he leaned forward, his fist clenched onto the counter by your hip. “That’s it? You’re not gonna let me have it?”
“W-What do you mean?”
“I mean I fucking forgot our first Valentine’s Day.” Sukuna emphasized with an infuriated twitch of his brows. His eyes darted down to watch the way you gulped apprehensively. “I mean some other fucking lowlife had to be the one to get you flowers because I didn’t.”
“Ryo, it’s okay.” You quieted him with a placating hand to his chest. Your lashes fluttered as you glanced down once again for fear that he’d see right through you. “I know that’s… not really your thing. It’s okay.”
Your small shrug of feigned nonchalance sliced through him worse than if you had just ripped into him as he surely deserved. This was far worse. Not only could he see the swirling waves of hurt evidently pooling in your eyes and tensing your soft frame, but he was also coming to the startling realization that you were lowering your own expectations for him. It made him sick to his fucking stomach. 
“But that’s—” He stopped himself, already feeling how his voice was rising and each muscle in his body was contracting with the rage he reserved only for himself. Stepping back to take a deep breath, his ruby eyes glanced up at the ceiling to collect himself before he was tugging you carefully off the counter. “C’mon, we’ll talk about this at home.” 
Your heart was practically beating out of your chest the entire, painfully silent drive back to his apartment. It wasn’t born out of fear, but rather a manifestation of all the strength it was taking you to not break down as you so wanted to right now. That unique unease had you jolting nervously as the apartment door shut behind him that evening. 
Silently, you made your way to the kitchen, grunting with effort as you reached above your head to reach the vase in the cabinet above you. The struggle was only making the swell of your emotions rise, and you bit back your tears of frustration. After a moment, you felt him pressing against you, brushing your hand away to grasp at your target with ease. 
“Thanks.” You hoped you sounded as lighthearted as you were desperately trying to. 
Just as you moved to fill it with water, Ryo stopped you. You yelped in surprise as he hoisted you up to sit atop the kitchen counter, forcing you at eye level with him. His bulking arms came up to trap you between him. 
“Talk to me.” He demanded simply. 
“About what?”
“Yell at me. Get pissed. Cry— do something!” 
“I told you it’s not a big deal—”
“Don’t give me that bullshit.” Sukuna laughed humorlessly with a shake of his head. Placing his hands on your thighs, he gently jostled at you. “Get mad. Tell me how the fuck you’re feeling!”
“Ryo—”
“Wanna hit me? Hit me—”
“Stop it!” You finally cried out, the tears you had been trying so ardently to restrain bursting at the seams. Shoving your face into your hands, you shook your head desolately. “Just stop it, okay? Yes, I’m upset, Ryo. I’m embarrassed. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
He fell silent, his brows furrowing as he tried to take in the reaction he had just been begging you for. Now that he had it though, he wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. Releasing a tense sigh, he nodded encouragingly as he allowed his hands to massage at your thighs. 
“Keep going.”
“I-I just—” You smacked your hands back down onto your lap in frustration, looking up and allowing your tears to stream freely down your cheeks and temples. He clicked his tongue softly upon seeing the way you flushed at your own reaction. “I feel stupid for putting so much thought into it, and for assuming that it’s something that you cared about, and I got you that stupid book, and—”
“You got me a gift?” He interrupted feebly, the confession only serving to make him feel that much more guilty. 
Finally looking back down, you stared behind him to avoid his watchful eye. You offered a nod so subtle that he barely caught it. Reaching over, you grasped onto the small bag at the edge of the counter, your fingers toying with the handle shyly. He allowed you time to collect yourself, watching with bated breath as you reached into the bag and procured the deep crimson, leatherbound book. 
“Your other one is… too fragile for your temper.” You mumbled defensively once he slowly took it from your hands. 
Sukuna ran his calloused fingers over the textured material, huffing at himself in disbelief upon noticing his initials engraved intricately into the corner. The corners of his lips twitched up at your explanation, the thought you put into it filling his chest with the type of warmth he’d been pointedly avoiding his whole life. Shaking his head in resignation, he placed the book to the side before sliding his hands up to cup at your flushed cheeks. 
“You gotta start letting shit piss you off.” His voice was soft— far gentler than it had been just a few minutes ago. Your bleary eyes glistened as you stared back into his, your cheeks squished against his palms in a manner you had begun to notice he loved seeing. “I don’t get to tell you what’s important to you, you hear me?”
You nodded gingerly against his grip. Dipping down closer to you, his lips brushed against the furrow between your brows, willing it to disappear under his tender kiss. 
“It… pissed me off that you forgot about Valentine’s Day.” Your mumbled confession made him smile and press a soft kiss against your pout.
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah.”
“What are you gonna do about it, huh?” The man teased, his teeth kissing your lips due to his wolfish grin that only grew when the blood rushed to your cheeks all over again. 
“You’re such a creep, Ryo.” You huffed in feigned annoyance in an attempt to conceal your bashfulness. 
“Mmm, bet that pisses you off, huh?” His sturdy hands left your face to curl around your hips. In one swift motion, you were being yanked off the counter, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.
“Yeah, it does.” You replied breathlessly as he began pressing heated kisses down your jaw on his way to the bedroom. With an airy moan, your hands reached up to curl into his hair. 
Kicking the door shut behind him, he flopped back down onto the bed. The abrupt drop made you squeak in surprise, and he grunted out a laugh as you landed atop of him. 
“Tell me more.” He insisted before latching onto your lips hungrily. 
“It— mmph— it pisses me off when you play your music so loud when y-you’re in the shower, and I’m trying to watch something.” You felt his lips curl up against yours. 
A shiver ran down your spine when his frigid hands crept under your sweater to toss it over your head. The sudden gust of cool air made you gasp, huddling closer to him while he continued to chase your lips. 
“Keep going.” Sukuna growled with a pinch to your ass that had you arching against him in anticipation. 
“Ah— it pisses me off that you never tell me what you’re thinking, but you always need to know my thoughts.” Your fingers seemed to move on their own accord to pull his shirt off. The hand that had settled on your rear creeped up to push your bottoms down before kicking them off with his foot, and you were quickly doing the same to his until you were both bared to each other. “It pisses me off that Satoru makes you so jealous.”
“Don’t fucking say his name when you’re on top of me.” He warned lowly, smacking at your waist to grind you against his stiff cock. You gasped out a moan, falling forward and steadying your hands on his chest. 
“It pisses me off that you make me forget how mad I am everytime you touch me.” Your voice broke out into a blissed out cry as he lifted you to sink down onto him with an agonizingly slow pace. He threw his head back against the mattress when your nails dug into his pecks.
“Want me to stop?”
“No— god no, Ryo, please.”
“Then show me how much I piss you off and use me like you fucking hate me.” 
No matter how much he assured you followed through with his lecherous command— till your hips stuttered and those typically athletic thighs of yours were giving out under you— Ryomen was sure he couldn’t love you anymore then he did as you allowed him the privilege of seeing even the parts of you you thought were so ugly. Still, he waited, his fingers pressing a bruising grip into your waist to stop himself from taking over as was so routine for him. 
His baritone grunts and growls only spurred you on until you could no longer, and the fevered roll of your hips slowed. His hands creeped up your back as you dropped forward onto his chest, fingers threading through the hair on your nape. With a knowing smirk, he tilted his head until his lips brushed against your perspiring cheeks.
“You done being pissed off, doll?” His grin only widened when you nodded desolately against him at his breathless question. “Mmm, then let me show you how much I love you, yeah?”
And he made good on his promise, swiftly sitting up to grind you against him himself, his biceps flexing with each lift of your spent body. You could only cling onto his neck, pressing hungry kisses against his lips and allowing each of your strained moans to dance with his, twirling and dipping about the intimate space between you. 
Ryomen made love to you until the tears that spilled from your eyes were no longer from your mounting frustration or your needless embarrassment. He kissed at each one, promising for every drop that for as long as he lived they’d be the only type of tears he’d allow you to shed for him again. 
For the first time in months, he was awake before you— before the sun even rose to assure you didn’t beat him to it. Unlike him, you didn’t so much as stir when he carefully removed himself from the bed that morning. With no one around to witness it, Sukuna allowed himself to stare down at your sleeping form with an aching tenderness that reopened the wounds of his self-hate for ever having been the reason that ethereal face of yours ever wore anything but a smile. 
An adoring smile tugged at his lips, one he didn’t try to hide, as there was no one around to bear witness to the pathetic fool you’d managed to morph him into with your merciful soul and delicate turn of phrase. Brushing back the hair that clung to your cheeks, he pressed a kiss to your temple and pulled the comforter further up around your exposed skin before slipping out of the space he’d carved out special just for you.
When you woke, it was from the repeated curses echoing from outside the bedroom. Every muscle in your body still ached, your thighs feeling just as heavy as your eyes did when you tried to crack them open. With a hum, you buried your face deeper into the pillow that the magnetic scent of Ryo still clung to, willing yourself to go back to sleep. 
“Ow— you little fucking shit!” 
Blinking down at the crumpled sheets of the mattress where your boyfriend was supposed to be, you were now certainly more awake then you had been the first time his colorful language disturbed your rest that morning. Sitting up with a grunt, you slipped off the bed and quickly tugged on one of Sukuna’s shirts. Tucking your arms into the sleeves to fend off the cold, you cautiously crept out of the bedroom. 
Your sharp gasp had him spinning around to face you, revealing the two, ultra-fine scratches slashed across his cheek. He almost looked embarrassed of the predicament he’d been caught in, the tiniest of black kittens in one hand and a now wrinkled, red ribbon hanging from the other. 
“Ryo, is that—”
“The cat that’s about to be shoved back into a fucking bush? Yeah, that’s him.” He growled in frustration, setting the frazzled kitten back down onto the counter to attempt putting on his bowed ribbon once again. It continued to hiss at his brash man-handling, biting at his fingers each time they came too close. 
“Easy, he’s just a baby!” You gushed excitedly, lunging forward to snatch the ribbon out of his hands with a force he wasn’t even aware you had in you. 
The man watched in barely disguised disdain as you scratched tenderly under the spawn’s chin, pressing a doting kiss to his tiny head before slipping the collar around his neck with ease. It mewled softly at you, so theatrically innocent that Sukuna was sure the damn thing was conspiring against him. 
“See? He just needed a little love.” You beamed lovingly, scooping the kitten into your arms to nuzzle him against your cheek. As the creature rubbed his head against your face, your glittering eyes stared up at your boyfriend hopefully. “Is he mine?”
“Yeah, you brat.” He grumbled in defeat, internally melting at the look of pure, blissful contentedness that broke out onto your face for that bastard of a cat. Careful to keep his still bleeding cheek a safe distance from the thing, he hooked his arm around your neck to pull you in and press a chaste kiss to your temple. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
A pathetic, misty haze glazed over your eyes as you looked up at him with all the love in the world— the kind he still never felt as though he deserved, but still the kind you not once made him feel like he had to earn. 
The kitten was purring contentedly with your forefinger’s rhythmic stroke behind his ears, making you smile knowingly. 
“Look, Ryo, he’s just like you.”
“I’m gonna take him back to the fucking clinic.”
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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 2 days ago
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A DC X DP IDEA #43
Stitches
Imagine dis…
I was just cleaning my room when I came across an old stuffed toy of mine. It is full of stitches like an amateur trying surgery for the first time and flopping it. I just remembered sewing my stuffed toy together as a kid. Like I was playing on them too harshly or one of my younger siblings got a hold of it and roughed it all up. So when I noticed my mom had no time to help me stitch my toy, I did it myself and the results varied…
John Constantine, aka the Laughing Magician, wasn’t an idiot. A drunk? Absolutely. A smoker? You bet. Had the worst bloody taste in romantic or sexual partners? Well, that’s a given. But an idiot? Not a chance. He knew, better than most, that the world he lived in was held together by nothing more than spit, lies, and a hell of a lot of bloody stubbornness.
But lately, something felt off…
Every time some wanker in a bright-colored cape and spandex punched, both literally and figuratively, through time or ripped an open hole to another dimension, it began as if reality was fixing itself.
He still remembered the bloody heart attack he nearly had the first time he read those sodding reports on time travel and dimension hopping. The second his eyes skimmed over the first few lines, he buggered off without so much as a goodbye, diving headfirst into the mess to sniff out whatever godawful consequences those spandex-clad pillocks had left in their wake. So imagine his surprise when, after dragging his sorry arse across the whole damn world, he found… nothing.
Not a damn thing.
No lingering paradoxes, no dangerous tears leaking out eldritch nightmares. It wasn’t natural. And anything unnatural coming from the bastard that split his soul like some two-bit, overachieving Voldemort, made his skin crawl.
So, like any poor sod with a knack for bad decisions and a bloody inconvenient conscience, he followed the ripples.
And that’s how he ended up standing in the inky void between worlds, a cig hanging off his lips, watching some scrawny teenager go to the fabric of reality that was torn apart by yet another one of those bloody spandex-wearing tossers, with a needle, like the universe had personally pissed in his pint.
The kid sat cross-legged in the void, stabbing his bloody needle through the fabric of space-time, and from the looks of it he was fueled by nothing but caffeine and a serious dose of spite. The thread he was using was bright blue, flickering with silver and white specks. Like tiny stars in each thread. Each stitch yanked the frayed edges of existence together, a bit rougher than necessary, like he was pissed off at the whole damn universe.
Constantine blew out a long stream of smoke, taking in the mess around him with a grimace. A sorry bloody sight, that’s for sure.
The kid had already clocked the audience, rolling his eyes so hard it was a miracle he didn’t give himself whiplash. He didn’t even bother with a glance, clearly unimpressed.
The kid introduced himself as Danny, then stretched out another few feet of thread and got back to stitching, like he hadn’t a care in the world.
The kid, Danny, if Constantine heard right, grunted, clearly unimpressed. He didn’t stop working, shoulders hunched in exhaustion like he’d been doing this for far too long. The whole cosmic janitor routine: they rip holes, he stitches 'em up. Same old, same old.
Bloody typical.
Constantine crouched down, eyeing the erratic stitching with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. This wasn’t normal, not by a long shot.
Danny let out a sharp, humorless laugh, clearly fed up. He jabbed the needle into a particularly stubborn tear with all the force of someone who'd had enough. The sarcasm practically dripped from him. Seems he was well and truly done with his unglamorous role in this cosmic mess.
Constantine felt a prickle of unease, the kind that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He didn’t need to ask, but he did anyway.
What happens if you stop?
Danny’s response was all sarcasm and sass, if there was any doubt left, it was gone now. He didn’t even need to elaborate. The answer was bloody obvious if the kid, Danny, ever stopped stitching.
Danny snorted, flashing Constantine a wicked grin, all teeth and mischief. The kind of smile that made his gut twist.
Ah. Bugger.
Constantine didn’t need a bloody prophecy to know what that meant. If the kid stopped, the world wouldn’t just fall apart it would unravel, slow and steady, like a seamstress unpicking stitches, one by one, until nothing was left. And worse? There’d be no afterlife waiting to catch the poor sods caught in the collapse. No heaven, no hell, no second chances. Just the abyss, swallowing everything whole. No way in. No way out.
Now Constantine was scrambling, doing everything in his power to keep the kid from buggering off while there were still holes left to patch. And, just as importantly, making sure those spandex-clad pillocks finally got the memo, no more bloody time travel or dimension-hopping shenanigans.
The kid must’ve clocked what he was up to because, without a word, he handed Constantine a green-glowing bat with “Creepstick” printed on the side. He didn’t think much of it at first up until, after one particularly miserable day, he swung the thing in frustration and accidentally clocked Superman, who had just been reaching out to ask if he was alright.
For a second, Constantine felt guilty. Then he remembered that the Kryptonian had probably punched more holes in reality than anyone else. That guilt? Gone. Replaced by pure, unfiltered glee.
With renewed purpose, he set his sights on the next offender, the red spandex speedster responsible for most of the timeline’s headaches. The rest of the heroes caught on quickly that he was on some kind of unholy warpath. So when he casually knocked the Man of Steel on his arse with a single swing and grinned like a serial killer who’d just found his next victim, they did the smart thing they got the hell out of his way.
Some of the ones with super-hearing overheard his next target: one of the Flashes.
Constantine knew damn well he wasn’t getting into any afterlife, but for fuck’s sake, if they didn’t stop tearing holes in the bloody universe, none of them would have a place to go. No heaven, no hell just the abyss waiting to swallow them whole. And he wasn’t about to let that happen on his watch.
 PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.
PPS: I tried using Constantine POV throughout the entire prompt and as you can see that I over did at the Brit slang.
PPPS: Though, how did I do?….
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cameronsprincess · 5 hours ago
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Do you think you could do somwething with season 4 rafe x pogue reader. Using I need to hear you not just feel you
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raaaaah yeah yeah! season 4 rafey with a pogue!reader is😣😍 alsooo “i need to hear you not just feel you” is so yummy.
CW: smut! 18+ only! drinking, reader and rafe’s first time hanging out, fem receiving oral, strong language ig?
note: yeah i used sofia in this, but simply bc she has on the island club outfit and reader is a bartender at the island club!
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rafe cameron.
that name sent most people running the other direction on this island— especially people like you… a pogue. but rafe didn’t scare you away, no, instead he intrigued you.
people had always been slightly scared of rafe, the man had a reputation for sure, and he lived up to that reputation. it wasn’t until his dad had died though that he’d really become a force to reckon with. rafe was careless in the way he handled things, he had the entire police force in his pocket, could get away with pretty much whatever he wanted.
so why were you so interested in a man who could do you more harm than good? the answer wasn’t simple. you’d honestly loved the darkness that surrounded him, but you’d never speak that out loud, so instead you settled on the fact that he was just damn good to look at.
tall, broad shoulders, big arms, nice hands. tanned skin that paired beautifully with his ocean-blue eyes. he’d buzzed his hair in the last year, it suited him. any time you saw him, your mind buzzed with thoughts of running your hands over his buzzed head, sinking your blunt nails into his tanned and toned shoulders, roaming your hands over every inch of perfectly chiseled skin on his body. the thought of his perfectly plump and pink lips on yours sent an electrifying bout of pleasure rushing straight to your clit.
you were leaned up against the bar at the island club, your mind swirling in on all the dirty thoughts you’d had about rafe cameron as you stared at him from across the room. the man was a walking fucking heart throb, tanned skin, tight white polo— the sleeves squeezing at his biceps snugly — light khakis and designer shoes. his large, veiny hand gripped a whiskey glass, the rim of it pressed against his bottom lip.
as if he could feel your intense stare, he looked over at you. deep, bottomless pools of blue staring right back at you. your heart dropped into your throat, a shiver coasting down your spine as you held his stare. he smiled, winked and then returned to his conversation.
“hey, we need more bud lights from the back, you just gonna eye fuck rafe all night or can you go get it?” your co-worker, estelle, snipped.
you turned your attention on her, giving a small fake smile. she could be a bitch, but she’d meant well.
“yeah, sure thing i’ll go grab it. how many cases?”
she rolled her eyes, loudly smacking her gum before smiling. “two.”
you let out a slow breath, sliding past her and through the dining area. once you reached the double push doors that lead into the kitchen, your hand reaches out to step inside but a warm, rough grip landing on your wrist stops you in your tracks.
“didn’t anyone teach you it isn’t polite to stare?” rafe’s deep, smooth voice said, the sound traveling straight between your legs.
your eyes flit down to where he’s grasping your wrist, butterflies and warmth filling your tummy at the feel of his skin against yours. his touch burned your skin, warming you from the inside out. you stared at him for a short moment, a small smile tilting his lips at your lack of response.
“can you not speak?” he says lowly.
you startle from your trance, forcing your eyes on his. blue. so fucking blue you felt as if you’d drown if you stared too long.
you finally shook your wrist from his grasp, pushing open the kitchen doors, stopping halfway inside before you said, “i’m sorry… i- i don’t really have a reason for staring i just.. my apologies mr. cameron.”
sucking in a deep breath you disappear into the kitchen, rounding a corner and pulling open the walk-in coolers door. you step inside, shaking off the nerves and tension that ran through you. looking down at your wrist you swore you could still feel him, touching you, gripping your wrist so tightly you thought he wanted to burn his fingerprints into your skin.
the cold air of the large cooler did nothing to tame the fire burning throughout your entire body. you’d lived on this island your entire life, grown up here, you’d known who rafe was since you were old enough to grasp people’s names. but he’d never acknowledged your existence, not until today.
you slowly breathe in through your nose, slowly pushing it back out through your mouth. it was fine. you were fine. he’s just another man.
after collecting yourself you’d decided you’d been back here long enough, estelle was going to rip you a new one for taking so long to grab two cases of bud light, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. gripping the two cases of beer, you pushed the cooler door open with your shoulder, made your way through the kitchen and back into the dining area. with your head down, firm grip on the cases of beer, you walked straight to the bar.
a scoff sounds behind you, making you roll your eyes to yourself.
“if i would’ve known it’d take you nearly twenty minutes to grab two cases of beer, i would’ve just done it myself.” estelle snips, jerking the two cases from your hands and making her way to the other end of the bar.
you let out a defeated sigh, bracing your hands on the bar and letting your head hang. there was only three hours left in your shift. you’d be fine, you could do this.
but when you lifted your head, looking back in the direction of where rafe stood, your heart nearly stopped in your chest when you found he was already looking right at you.
“thank you mr. jennings, i’ll be sure to bring you some apple pie next time i make it,” you smile at the older gentleman as he finishes his drink, setting the glass down and wishing you a good night. “good night, sir. get home safely.”
once the older man disappears out the front doors you let out a long sigh. you were exhausted. he was the last guest in for the night, and you were ready to close the bar down and go home.
your boss locks the doors, nothing but the sounds of kitchen workers moving about to close the kitchen and a faint beat of the music playing through the club’s speakers filled the air.
you make quick work of wiping everything down, organizing the liquor bottles— most expensive up top, mid priced in the middle and cheap liquor down low — and setting the last bit of glasses into the bars dishwasher. once you finish, you wipe your hands on a worn white sani-rag, printing out your end of the night report and grab your stuff before heading into the back to collect your money for the night.
it doesn’t take long to get settled with josh, exiting his office and clocking out before you’re stepping out into the back parking lot. the humid, salty air hits your skin and you suck in a welcome breath, not realizing you’d been desperate for fresh air until now.
“can we talk about that staring problem of yours now?”
your body tenses at the low, raspy voice. you slowly turn toward the parking spaces, finding rafe cameron leaned against his truck, arms crossed over his chest.
“i.. why are you back here? members park out front, you know?”
rafe laughs, pushing off his truck and tucking his hands in his pockets. “yeah, well, i knew you’d be back here.”
your heart skips a beat, the humid air feeling thicker all of a sudden, making it hard to breathe. you pull your hair out of the messy bun you’d put it in while closing the bar, letting your unruly strands fall down your back. rafe’s eyes tracked the movements, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
“still can’t speak? it’s not polite to ignore. we really need to work on your manners. staring, not responding when spoken to…”
he slowly begins walking toward you, your heart pounding wildly in your chest with every step he took. it isn’t until he’s standing directly in front of you that you snap out of the trance you’d been in, taking one slow step back.
rafe smirks, a small and subtle smirk but it’s there nonetheless.
“are you scared of me?” he says lowly, taking one step forward, closing the distance again.
“no.” you breathed out, swallowing thickly and staring up into his eyes.
he reaches out a hand, running his ringed fingers down your cheek. you shudder, your eyes fluttering shut. rafe’s hand drops back down to his side, “you going home for the night?”
you blink rapidly, trying to clear the lust filled fog that’s clouded your mind. “y-yeah. i’m going home.”
he chuckles. “come to my house, we can hang out.”
what? did rafe cameron just invite you to come hang out at tannyhill? the part of you that was infatuated with him was jumping for joy, you’d always wondered what it’d be like to hang out with rafe cameron. but the logical part of you was questioning why he wanted to hang out with you.
“w-why?” you asked hesitantly.
rafe’s fingers grab at a piece of your hair, twirling it around in his fingers before dropping it. “could be fun. come on, don’t tell me you’re scared of fun?”
your breath hitches in your throat. you’re not sure why he’s being so persistent, but you don’t want him to think you’re just like everyone else on this island, terrified of him. with a bright smile, you reply, “of course not. let’s go, could be fun, right?”
rafe grins, the sides of his eyes crinkling from how big his smile was. “right. let’s go.”
he grabs your hand, pulling you the few steps back toward his truck and opening the passenger door for you. once you’re inside and buckled, he closes it, and you take the few seconds it takes him to round the truck and get in to soak in your surroundings.
it smells like him. expensive cologne and a hint of cigarette smoke. the smell is oddly intoxicating. you breathe in deeply through your nose, letting it out slowly as your eyes take in the expensive leather interior, running your finger across the dash. not a speck of dust in sight, not surprising for a man like rafe cameron.
rafe climbs into his truck, his fingers tightly wrapped around the steering wheel as he stares over at you. you force yourself to meet his gaze, chuckling nervously. “what?”
he breathes out a laugh, shaking his head and running his hands down the sides of the steering wheel, placing his key in the ignition and bringing the trucks engine to life. “nothing.”
the drive to tannyhill isn’t long, maybe ten minutes tops, but the silence that filled the air between the two of you was so thick, filled with something you couldn’t quite discern. rafe stops outside the tall, metal gates, rolling his window down and typing a code into the small security code box. the gates roll open slowly, and rafe pulls up the long driveway, stopping his truck at the front door.
he kills the engine, casting you a quick glance before he’s opening his door. “you coming?” he asks.
you swallow around the nerves you’re feeling, nodding your head and opening your own door. you follow rafe silently up the steps to the front porch, stopping behind him while he makes quick work of unlocking and opening the door.
he steps inside, tossing his keys onto a table beside the door before walking toward the kitchen, leaving you to shut the door and stand awkwardly in the entryway. he pops his head around a corner seconds later, “you gonna stand there all night, or do you want a drink?”
oh. well, you should’ve known he wanted you to follow him, that was your mistake. you were just so nervous, you couldn’t think straight.
you made your way into the kitchen, finding rafe standing at the large marble island that sat in the middle of the spacious room. he smiles when his eyes find yours. “stop being so nervous, ahhh.. sorry, what was your name again?”
you smile, telling him your name before shifting the conversation to his house. “this place is nice, did you get it when your dad-” you stopped yourself, noticing the tension in his shoulders before he quickly shook it off, turning to grab two glasses out of the cupboard. he places them gently on the island, grabbing an expensive bottle of whiskey from another cupboard and pouring one of the glasses full. “whiskey?” he asks, his eyebrows rose as he watched you.
“no thank you, i’ll just have water.”
he laughs at that. “if you insist.”
he opens the fridge, pouring water into your cup from one of those fancy filtered water pitchers before placing it back in its spot and handing you the glass. he grabs his own glass, bringing it to his lips and studying your features.
he lets out a breath, sipping from his glass before setting it down and leaning back against the counter. “so, how long have you lived here, sweetheart?”
you choke on your sip of water, the pet name catching you completely off guard. you lift your head to find an amused rafe staring back at you, the corners of his lips slightly lifted in a smirk. “shit, sorry,” you apologize.
he laughs, a deep, true laugh before pushing off the counter and grabbing you some paper towels. he lets you wipe your face before he’s cleaning off the counter top and tossing the paper towels into the trash. he makes his way back toward you, his eyes dragging slowly from your feet all the way up to the top of your head. he bites at his bottom lip, “you never answered me, how long have you lived on kildare?”
you crane your neck to look up into his eyes. “my whole life.. so twenty-three years.”
he reaches out to push some hair behind your ear, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “so you’re only two years younger than me.. and you work at the club, so you’re not from figure eight… pogue i’m assuming?”
you swallow around the knot in your throat, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as you nod. you can’t help the gasp that escapes you when rafe reaches out and pulls your bottom lip from between your teeth, his thumb pressing firmly against it before he’s pulling away.
“you’re very pretty, it’s a shame i didn’t know you existed until now.”
his words stung more than they should’ve. you knew he didn’t know you existed, it was painfully obvious in the way he never recognized your pining for him since you were old enough to understand what it meant to have feelings for a boy. he was kook prince. high up on the food chain. and you were just… you. but hearing him say it out loud was like a slap to the face.
rafe’s warm hand cupping your cheek snaps you out of your pity party, his words caressing you. “stop thinking so much. i was a piece of shit back then, you know it. i know it. this entire goddamn island knows it.”
you knit your brows in confusion. “you’re not a piece of shit, rafe. you went through a lot.”
he gives a dry laugh. “that’s the understatement of the century.”
he turns to grab his glass, downing it in one go before he’s facing you again. your heart thumps wildly in your chest, and the air is so thick with sexual tension you could cut it with a knife. rafe’s eyes flit from yours and down to your lips, his thoughts written all over his face. he wanted to kiss you.
you swipe your tongue across your bottom lip, watching as rafe tracks the movement with his eyes. he groans, the sound deep and causing your panties to grow wet with arousal. when rafe’s eyes meet yours again they’re dark with lust, the tension in the room now suffocating you.
“rafe.. what do you-”
your words die on your tongue when rafe grips the back of your neck harshly, pulling your face into his and smashing his lips with yours. your hands grip at his arms, fingernails digging into his skin, leaving behind crescent shaped moons in his smooth skin. rafe groans into your mouth, his hands running down your sides and gripping your thighs. his rough palms squeeze at your bare thighs, lifting you up and placing you on the counter.
you moan when rafe’s lips trail from your lips to your neck, working down to your jaw and chest. his teeth nip at your jawline, pulling a small whimper from you. he soothes where he’d bitten with his tongue, the wet and warm muscle against your skin causing goosebumps to sprout on your arms.
“take this off.” rafe groans, his fingers tugging at your island club polo that’s tucked into your baby blue skirt.
you quickly comply, pulling the polo out from where its tucked into your skirt and over your head. your eyes land on rafe’s both of your chests heaving with heavy breaths as you sit shirtless in front of the man you’d only ever dreamed about.
rafe’s fingers brush up the length of your bare stomach, stopping once they reach the under wire of your bra. he flattens his hand, running it up and over the fabric of your lace bra, cupping one of your tits in his hand and squeezing at it softly. your hands fly behind you, palms flat against the countertop while you throw your head back. rafe switches to the other breast, giving it equal attention, pinching a nipple between his fingers and pulling before releasing.
the loss of rafe’s touch has your head lifting, finding him standing in front of you, breathless and unsure of what to do next. you reach your hand out, tugging at his white polo, silently begging him to take it off.
rafe pulls off the shirt, tossing it to the floor with yours before his eyes are on you again. “you sure about this? we don’t even know each other… we don’t have-”
you shush him, running your hands up his toned stomach before wrapping your arms around his neck. you pull him forward, placing a soft kiss against his lips. “shhh.. don’t ruin it, rafe. don’t think about it. just do it. whatever you want.”
rafe’s eyes darken at your words. you’d just told him he could do whatever he wanted with you. he kisses you again, soft and slow while his fingers made quick work unclasping your bra, letting it fall in your lap. next he’s working your skirt off you, breaking his lips from yours to take in the lacey white thong you wore. he smirked when he saw the small wet patch in your panties.
“someone’s needy.” he jokes, pushing his fingers into the waistband and sliding the panties down your thighs. you lift your ass off the counter to help him remove your thong, watching him intently as he tosses it to the floor.
your lips slightly part, opening them to speak but a squeal comes out in their place when rafe grips your thighs and pulls your ass toward the edge of the counter. “lay back f’me, spread your legs.”
you do as he says, laying back against the counter, your feet flat on the edge as you spread your legs wide for him. a low growl rumbles out of rafe when his eyes land on your swollen, dripping pussy.
“god you’re so wet,” he rasps, dropping into a squatted position, his face pressing between your legs and inhaling your scent. “smell so fuckin’ sweet… bet you taste sweet too.”
a moan escapes you when rafe’s lips begin kissing at your inner thighs, working their way toward your clit. he softly kisses your sensitive bundle of nerves, your hips bucking up. rafe chuckles, placing one hand on your hip and pushing you back down while his other hand had a firm grip on your thigh, keeping you spread open for him.
he licks a hot stripe through your slick folds up to your clit, giving it a slight flick of his tongue. your head rolls to the side on the counter, hands flying to his buzzed head. you run your hands over his head, relishing in the feel of his buzzcut beneath your palms, moans and whimpers escaping you as rafe works your pussy with his mouth and tongue. he sucks your clit into his mouth, releasing your thigh and pressing his middle finger inside you.
he mumbles something unintelligible against your pussy, the vibrations making your inner walls flutter around his finger. rafe slowly works his finger in and out of you, slipping another inside when your thighs tense against the counter. he sucks and flicks at your clit, his fingers pushing in and out of you at a fast pace. you’re so close to coming, you can feel it in the way your body was tensing and your pussy was pulsing.
rafe releases your clit with a pop, his darkened over eyes finding yours as he continued to work you with his fingers. “i need to hear you, baby. not just feel you. let me hear how good you feel.”
your hands fall, a loud thwack resounding in the air from how hard you’d smacked the countertop. you scream out rafe’s name, your legs shaking as rafe goes back to sucking and licking at your clit, his thick fingers never slowing their movements.
“oh god… rafe! please? please fuck… feels so good.” you moan, your fingers digging into his neck again.
you feel rafe smile against your pussy, his tongue giving slow licks to your clit before he’s sucking it into his mouth again. your orgasm rushes through your seconds later, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you grip rafe’s neck, trying to keep yourself grounded.
rafe’s tongue and fingers work you through the high, never stopping until your body goes limp on the counter. he removes his face from between your legs, standing to his full height and smiling down at you.
“yeah… you’re so fuckin’ sweet.” rafe rasps, popping the button of his khakis before pulling down the zipper and sliding them down his legs. once he removes his boxers, your eyes widen at the sight of his long and thick cock.
rafe smirks, stroking himself slowly as he says, “don’t worry baby, it’s gonna feel so good. just lay back and let me take care of you.”
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prettyboyeddiemunson · 1 day ago
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perfectly imperfect.
summary: steve harrington comes into your campus workplace and flirts with you every chance he gets. after months of turning him down, you finally give in and decide to give him a try. after all, he’s the hottest ticket on campus among the girls, so there has to be something to it. right? 
word count: 3.5k
warnings/notes: smut, breast play, oral sex (brief; f receiving), grinding, handjob, premature ejaculation, catching feelings 
a/n: this is a college au with steve, based on a dream i had! i’m thinking he’s probably right around the age he was in season 4, so that would make him around 19-20 in this fic. as always, reader is 18+ and sorry if anything like this has been done before! i don’t have time to read fic much anymore, so i don’t know what is out there. i hope y’all enjoy!
also shoutout to my bestie @andvys for suggesting I write this dream as a one shot! ily and thank you for everything 🥺
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“what would you recommend, babe?”
you had to suppress an eye roll at the nickname. it was nothing new with steve harrington; every time he walked into the cafe where you worked, it was always the same old song and dance. he would walk in, smile at you, flirt, ask what you recommended, and would eat or drink it while sneaking the occasional glance at you. he was a blessing and a curse that you just couldn’t escape, not even outside of work. you had two classes with him–World History and Foundations Mathematics–and he would try to chat you up then, too. you knew his reputation around campus wasn’t a very good one; he was quite the player, apparently. you overheard girls talking about him at work and in class, talking about the time they had with him and how he never called or spoke much to them when he was done. you weren’t about that sort of life, but you had to admit you were growing curious about him. he had to be good if he was getting around and getting a reputation; the girls never said he was terrible. in fact, the opposite was true. you had been on many dates since you started going to college two years ago, but nothing ever stuck. you were mostly having flings yourself, but at least you let those down easily and didn’t just leave them hanging like he did. 
“i recommend what i always do every time you come in here,” you said. “the scones are good today; get one of those.”
“i think i have an appetite for something else,” he said, eyeing you up and down. “i think i want to experience something a little sweeter.”
“you think you’re really smooth, don’t you?” you asked, chuckling. “do you realize how many guys come in with the same line every day?”
“damn, i’ve got competition?” he asked, shaking his head. “here i thought i was special.”
“oh, you’re special, all right,” you said, grabbing a scone and putting it on a paper plate. “i don’t think you realize just how special you are.”
“well, that’s a relief,” steve said, digging in his pockets for money. “i really wish you’d go out with me, though.”
“why?” you asked. “so you could fuck me and leave me, like you do all the rest?”
he shook his head. “no, it would be different with you. you’re different.”
you laughed, shaking your own head. “how many women have you used that line on?”
“come on, harrington,” someone said from behind him. “i want my coffee.”
“just a minute,” he said, leaning in close to you. “one date. we don’t even have to have sex, if that isn’t what you want. just give me a chance.”
you eyed the line behind him, and knew there was no getting out of it this time. he wasn’t going to let up until you gave in, apparently. you sighed, rolling your eyes before meeting his. “fine. one date and i’m calling the shots.”
“thank you,” he said. “that’s all i wanted.”
“yeah, i’m sure,” you said. “it’s two dollars for the scone.”
he handed you two one dollar bills and a ten. “a little tip for you, babe.”
you went to hand it back, but he was already gone, the line moving forward as you were forced to be professional yet again.
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the night of the date came faster than you wanted. he had pestered you about it every day in class and at work, until you finally set it for the following friday night. you were off work and didn’t have many classes that day, so you thought it would be perfect. it would give you a chance to get ready, to prepare yourself, and to brace for what might happen. you’d been giving it a lot of thought since he’d asked, and you decided that maybe you wanted to sleep with him, after all. you would see how the date went first, of course, but you had no reason to expect that it would be bad. steve seemed like a decent enough guy; he was just a playboy. most men his age were, though, especially college frat boys, so you didn’t know what else you honestly expected. 
you spent most of the afternoon working on yourself, and when the date finally came, he came to your room to pick you up. he couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you looked, and you had to admit that he looked handsome, too. he was wearing a light blue button-up shirt that was done up to just below his neck, showing off a spray of chest hair underneath and accenting his muscular arms. he wore blue jeans that were nice and not torn, brown dress shoes, and his hair was done up in its usual fashion. he looked damn good; even you had to admit that. you followed him as he walked, and he offered you his arm after a little bit. you took it, feeling your heart flutter as you did so. you had already decided, upon seeing him, that you were going to sleep with him. you couldn’t wait to break the news to him at the end of the night.
he took you to a nice restaurant just off campus, an classy little italian place that served the best food. you’d been there a few times, but never on a date. steve paid for everything, and when you were both walking back to campus, you decided to spring the news on him. you stopped walking and he did, too, giving you a puzzled look. you just smiled at him, hugging yourself for a moment before walking over and standing directly in front of him.
“so i made a decision,” you said. “one that i think you’re going to like.”
“what decision is that?” he asked.
“i think i wanna sleep with you tonight,” you said. “if you’re up for it, i mean.”
“i’m always up for that,” he said with a chuckle. “but why the sudden change of heart? you seemed pretty adamant to not sleep with me before now.”
you shrugged. “i guess i couldn’t live with myself if i passed up on steve harrington.”
he laughed. “well, i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i passed up the most beautiful girl on campus, either.”
your cheeks heated at that, looking down for a moment before meeting his gaze. “so…it’s on, then?”
“it’s on,” he said. “where should we go? my roommate is out with his girlfriend tonight, so my room might be the best bet.”
“okay,” you said. “let’s go there, then.” 
he walked you to his dorm building and up to his room, which was, in fact, empty. it was a little messy, with clothes strewn about the floor, fast food wrappers on the desks, beer bottles hidden not-so-skillfully under the two beds, and posters of half-naked women adorning the walls. you had to resist rolling your eyes for the millionth time; it was such a typical guy room that it was almost hilarious. steve walked over to the bed on the right, sitting down and gesturing for you to do the same. he kicked off his shoes and you did the same, taking a seat next to him as he turned to face you.
“is it bad that i’m a little nervous?” he asked.
you looked at him, shocked. “you, nervous? why would you be nervous?”
he shrugged. “i don’t know. i guess because i’m not used to being with a beautiful woman like you.”
“yeah, and how many girls have heard that?”
“come on, i’m being serious.”
“so am i.”
“i’ve never really used that on someone. you’re the first.”
“wow, i feel special.”
he put one finger under your chin, tilting your head toward him. “you are special, though. at least you are to me.”
“yeah, yeah,” you said. “are we doing this or not?”
“yeah,” he said, drawing you in closer. “come here.”
he put his lips to yours, kissing you gently at first. it stayed like that for a little bit, his lips working softly against yours as you followed his lead. soon, though, he was kissing you a little harder, his tongue pressing between your lips as they met. he mewled softly, grabbing your hips and pulling you into his lap. you straddled him, cupping his face as he kissed you more heavily. you whined, kissing him deeper as he began bucking his hips into yours. you picked up on his cue, grinding against him as you continued to make out. he groaned, grabbing your ass and guiding your movements. you moaned as well, continuing to move on him as he kissed you harder.
“fuck,” he said against your lips. “that feels so good.”
“you’re already getting hard,” you observed. “i can feel it.”
“i can’t help it,” he said. “you just have that effect on me.”
“oh yeah?” you asked, smirking at him as you leaned down to kiss his neck. “well, i feel pretty flattered, then.”
“i really wanna get your clothes off,” he said, tilting his head back to give you more room. “can i?”
you chuckled, shaking your head. “not yet. i wanna keep doing this for a little bit first.”
“you’re going to make me work for this, aren’t you?” he asked with a groan. 
you nodded. “that’s right.”
“you’re such a tease,” he said. “but that’s okay, i like it.”
“oh you do, huh?” you asked, toying with the buttons on his shirt.
“hey, i thought you said we had to wait.”
“i said you had to wait. i didn’t say anything about me.”
“that hardly seems fair.”
“i’m the one calling the shots here tonight, remember?”
that quieted him, and he mumbled a word of permission. you giggled, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing him back on the bed. you started kissing down the middle of his chest, down his stomach to the top of his jeans, and then slowly back up. his breathing was slightly heavier as you worked on him, and he drew you in for a passionate kiss as you came back up. he pulled you on top of him again, where you resumed grinding him for the moment. his hands squeezed your ass, kneading the flesh there as you rocked against him. you whined, moving a little faster as he gasped against your lips.
“you’re gonna make me cum already if you keep doing that,” he said. “please, can i take your clothes off?”
you giggled, nodding. “fine. but not the bra or the panties yet.”
he eagerly removed your shirt and pants, discarding them to the floor with the rest of the clothes. he studied your body with hungry eyes, his pupils enlarging as he took in every detail. you couldn’t help but flush under his gaze, your cheeks hot as he studied you. you pushed him back down, kissing him hungrily, your hips moving again as he slapped your ass. you laughed against his lips and you could feel him smiling, so you kept going. after a minute, steve’s hands found the back of your bra, playing with the clasp. you smiled, knowing that you’d tormented him enough, and you drew back to grin at him.
“you can take it off now,” you said.
“i can?” he asked.
“yep,” you said. “go ahead.”
he didn’t need to be told twice. he practically ripped the garments from your body, taking in every detail of your body as he did so. he licked his lips as he studied you, his eyes moving from head to toe and back again. your cheeks turned hot under his gaze, and you reached out to pull him closer. he went easily, his body pressed flush to yours as you chuckled.
“I think it’s your turn now,” you said. “it’s only fair, don’t you think?”
he nodded, hastily doing away with his clothes. as he did to you, you observed him from top to bottom, your eyes remaining glued on his cock. he was bigger than you expected, with good girth and even better length. a large vein ran up the underside, and his tip was pink and already oozing precum. you reached out to stroke him, and his lashes fluttered as he moaned under your touch. he looked at you with heavy eyes, his lips parted as his cheeks began to flush. you smirked at him, flicking your wrist as his body jerked slightly.
“who has the power now, huh?” you asked.
“you do,” he said, rutting into your hand. “god..”
“you know what I want you to do?” you asked.
“anything,” he said. “i’ll do anything you want.”
“i want you to eat me out,” you said.
“can i?” he asked. “please?”
“mmm hmm,” you said. “go ahead.”
steve turned you over so that you were lying flat on his bed. he kissed your neck, stopping at your breasts to give them some attention. he kissed over each one, sucking one nipple feverishly as he rubbed the other with his fingers. you moaned softly, grabbing his hair and giving it a slight tug as he, too, moaned. you giggled, running your fingers through his hair as he continued to work. he shivered, his eyes trailing up to look at you as he sucked your nipple a bit harder. you arched your back, bucking your hips impatiently as he trailed one hand down your body. he ran his fingers over your clit, barely ghosting it as you gasped. he smirked against your skin, his fingers ghosting your folds next. you wanted to slap him for being such a tease, but it felt so good that you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. 
“you’re so hot,” he said, his hands coming up to squeeze your breasts. he moaned as he watched your nipples harden even more, his thumbs circling them. “the hottest girl i’ve ever seen.”
“oh yeah?” you asked, whining as he started kissing his way down your body. “am i hotter than all those other girls you’ve been with, or did you use that line on them, too?”
“no, just you,” he said, winking up at you as he knelt between your legs. “i swear it’s just you. i told you, you’re different.”
you wanted to roll your eyes, but you didn’t. you were curious as to what he would be like, and now wasn’t the time to offend him or piss him off. you would take him at his word for now; it’s all you could do. you watched as he kissed your inner thighs, painfully slow, and as he kissed around your mound, also painfully slow. he was kissing anywhere and everywhere but where you really wanted him, and you almost pushed his head there. but you didn’t want to do that, so you waited, letting him get it out of his system. he did it again, a little faster, and then finally he was right where you wanted him.
his mouth felt like heaven, and it was a feeling that you’d never felt before with anyone else. his tongue was like velvet, wet and soft and perfect. he lapped at your folds lazily, using the tip of his tongue at first to tease you further. you moaned, sitting up on your elbows to watch him as he looked up at you. he groaned as he pressed his full tongue against you, licking a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit and then back down. he did the same motion a few times, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. you arched, falling back on the bed and writhing as he sucked harder.
‘steve…” you moaned. “that feels so good.”
“oh yeah?” he asked, and you could feel him smirking against you. “you think it feels pretty good, huh?”
“yeah,” you said. “you’re good at this.”
his smirk widened, and soon he was fucking you on his tongue. he replaced that with his fingers after a few minutes, paying attention to your clit as he sucked again. his tongue swirled the small bud, moaning against it to add vibration. you gasped and bucked your hips, feeling the tightness beginning to settle in your lower stomach. you didn’t think you’d be so close already, but it had been awhile since you’d gotten off–with yourself or with anyone else. you were pent up, and it was about to come to a head very soon.
“i’m close already,” you told him. “please keep going.”
“already, huh?” he asked, grinning up at you.
“don’t flatter yourself,” you said. “it’s just been awhile.”
“sure,” he said, winking at you. “i’ll take your word for it.”
he kept going, fucking you harder on his fingers and sucking your clit harder. he shook his head back and forth, his eyes on you as he kept going. it only took a few more minutes before you were falling apart, cumming hard as you cried out his name. he kept going as you experienced your high, going slower and more gentle, watching as you arched your back, writhed, and tugged at his hair. he moaned, stopping once you came down from your high. he sat back and looked at you, and you could tell by the look on his face that he was proud of himself for what he’d just done.
“that’s a first,” he said. “usually i have to go for twenty minutes.”
“you poor thing,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “how ever will you survive?”
he chuckled, kissing his way back up your body. “you’re so sassy. i love it.”
“come here,” you said. “i wanna pretend to ride you.”
“pretend?” steve asked. “why not do it?”
“because i wanna make you work for it, that’s why,” you said, smirking at him. 
“but i’m about to burst already,” he nearly whined.
“now who’s the one who might cum too soon?” you teased. “come here.”
he lay back on the bed, tucking his arms behind his head. “okay, babe. i’m here. do whatever you want to me.”
you straddled him, positioning yourself over his erection. you began to grind against it, moaning at the heavy, throbbing feeling of him against you. he hissed, his hands coming out to grab at your hips. you kept going, gliding along him at a steady pace as he looked up at you. he leaned up after a few minutes and started sucking at your nipples, lying back against the pillows and pulling you with him after a moment. you moaned, biting your lip as you started moving a little faster.
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he said, and you could tell that he was right. he was twitching, his cock throbbing against you as you continued to glide. “please.”
you giggled, getting off of him and taking his cock into your hand. “tell me what you want.”
“I—“ he began, but it was soon over. he came all over your hand, his body in spasms as he bucked into your hand. he squeezed his eyes shut, digging the heels of his hands into them as he came down from his high. “fuck, I knew that was gonna happen.”
you chuckled, holding your hand up to your mouth. “look at me, steve.”
he did so, looking at you with heavy eyes. you started licking the cum off of your hand, making eye contact with him as you did so. he moaned as he watched, and pulled you down for a kiss after you were done. you lay next to him, snuggling against him as he held you close. it was silent, save for steve’s heavy breathing, and you opened your mouth to say something. he beat you to it.
“wow,” he said. “i never…that’s never happened to me before.”
“no?” you asked. “never? not once?”
“no,” he said, shaking his head. “i think it’s because i like you so much.”
you looked up at him. “you do?”
“I do,” he said. “you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met before, y/n. i think I wanna keep you.”
you smile at him, leaning up to kiss him. “you wanna know something?”
“what?” he asked, brushing some hair out of your eyes.
you kissed him again, a bit more passionately. “I think i wanna keep you, too.” 
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shomatoriashi · 3 days ago
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02/13/25; 10:41pm
{ drabbles / headcanons }
[ when they’re your puppy boyfriends ]
featuring: daniel park and jay hong
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when daniel park first confessed his feelings for you, you were over the moon at having such a cute boy blushing at the mere sight of you!
due to how he was severely bullied in the past, he still lacked confidence when it came to talking to you, often being a left a suffering mess each time you directed your smile at him.
knowing that you could never reject him, you simply intertwine your fingers together with his, watching with amusement each time his cheeks begin to turn a rosier hue simply because of your mere touch.
always willing to protect you and make you happy, he gives off chocolate labrador vibes, remaining by your side with a wide grin on his face.
all you have ever known when it came to daniel was his soft and patient side…
so when he sees someone hitting on you, you were surprised to see a side of him that you have never seen before…
you were supposed to meet your boyfriend in front of the movie theater, yet just received a text from him stating how he’d be a little late. you let out a gentle huff, knowing that your boyfriend could be a goof while losing track of time.
instead, you text him back with a gentle smile gracing your features, telling him that it was okay and that you’d be waiting for him. he sends you a plethora of kissy emojis, making you smile as you placed a heart stamp on each message.
while you were busy chatting with your boyfriend, your body stiffens upon hearing the sounds of a low whistle approaching you. “damn baby, you’re looking real fine in that skirt and blouse. why are you standing all alone?”
you glare at the guy with spiky hair, ignoring his flirtatious words while stomping inside the theater, “i’m waiting for my boyfriend.”
he lets out a bark of laughter, hands gripping at your wrist as he prevented you from moving forward. “heh, that’s what they all say, just some paper thin excuse because they know they can’t handle me.”
you nearly gag in response, lifting a hand to slap him when he captures it, “ooh, you’re a feisty one. i like it.”
“let her go.” daniel’s deep voice sounded like a growl, with his eyes darkening with growing fury at the sight of you trapped within that man’s arms. relief courses through your veins, with you meeting daniel’s gaze, his eyes burning with anger towards the bastard who dared to hit on you. “what?! are you kidding me, that toothpick is your man! HAHAHA! how laugh-“
yet he was unable to say another word when daniel takes a single step forward before placing a fist swiftly down his head, knocking him out within mere seconds. once you were finally relinquished from his hold, daniel wraps an arm around your shoulder (almost possessive with how tight it felt) you were left gaping at your boyfriend, seeing the anger disappear within his gaze as he smiles brightly at you (giving off cute labrador vibes with his tongue hanging out).
“hey babe, sorry for being late! i hope you didn’t wait too long.” actively ignoring the fact that he had just knocked someone out, daniel enters the theaters with you-
and you found yourself falling even deeper for your dorky boyfriend, trembling with excitement at the fact that he knew how to fight and protect you.
before he could purchase your movie tickets, you grip at the collar of his shirt, bringing his head down to kiss him fully while basking in his blushing face and stutters of your name.
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jay hong is definitely your golden retriever boyfriend!!
being born with a silver spoon in his hand, he’s always willing to spoil you with anything that you desire! he can and WILL buy the whole world for you if you so much as asked!
you saw a cute bracelet? bought within minutes thanks to your boyfriend and his sleek black credit card.
you smiled at a gorgeous bouquet on display at the florist? jay has already walked into the store to buy you that exact bouquet.
and despite how he always kept his eyes hidden, you never once minded that fact, often pressing kisses against his hair while threading your fingers through such silken locks.
he enjoys laying back against your lap, taking a nap while basking in your warmth. there truly wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you…
today, you felt the inspiration to draw strike you, and you wanted to use jay as your muse. while in class, you made him sit back on his desk, wanting to sketch his likeness as you assorted your colored pencils together.
he remains still, looking out the window while allowing you to do as you please. your sketch was coming along nicely, and you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. from the look of things, jay was close to dozing off from sitting still for so long.
setting aside your sketchbook, you giggle while gently brushing back his hair, seeing his chest rise and fall in tune to his breathing. your eyes were narrowed in response to his sleeping features, with you leaning forward to press a chaste kiss against his lips.
however, what you weren’t expecting was for jay to kiss you back.
you gasp at the sensation, feeling jay’s smirk against your lips when he slots them perfectly against yours. he scoots back his chair, placing you fully on his lap as you were left feeling dizzy at the sudden display of affection.
when the need for air proved to be too much, you pull away from the kiss first. “n-no fair, i thought you were sleeping.” you tell him with a pout, resting your cheek against his shoulder.
his rich laughter fills at your ears, and you allow jay to press a kiss against your hair. “sorry, i couldn’t help it. i was getting bored of you sketching and wanted to catch your attention. i knew you couldn’t resist giving sleeping beauty a kiss.”
before you could protest, jay swiftly leans down to swallow your words with yet another kiss, successfully making you forget your train of thought as you kissed him beneath the warmth of the sunlight.
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blushweddinggowns · 2 days ago
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Eddie got a few hours of sleep in before the loud creak of their shitty door ruined it. He squinted into the dark, groaning quietly when he saw the time. It was late. Late enough to be early. Almost 4:30 am.
He stretched, patient enough to not try to go back to sleep yet. He was hoping Steve would come in here soon, something that happened more often than not when he worked late. He only avoided him when he was too tired to shower, a habit that Eddie was trying to subtly talk him out of. 
But instead of the lone sound of Steve’s footsteps coming down the hall, he heard his voice, “No, no. He’s asleep.”
Eddie paused his stretching, curious.
“I think it’ll be fine if I keep quiet,” Steve said followed by the creak of their couch, “I’m in the living room anyway.”
Eddie sighed, too understanding to be annoyed. It wasn’t Steve’s fault he thought he could get away with it. Eddie had been sleeping better since whatever this was started between them. Good enough for the shower to not even be enough to wake him anymore.
Who would have thought that regularly scheduled orgasms could be the cure for insomnia? It just so happened that the effect was lessened when Steve wasn't in the bed with him. 
“Shut up!” Steve laughed, loud and clear despite the walls between them.
Eddie got out of bed, deciding to fake a bathroom trip so Steve knew that he had an audience. Even if he was slightly tempted to listen in, his natural inclination to be a nosey bitch poking its head out. 
“He’s adorable,” Steve sighed, his voice dropping. Barely audible through his door, “I’m obsessed.”
Eddie’s hand paused on the doorknob. He could hear Steve getting comfortable on the couch, the leather creaking under him. He saw him in his mind's eye, laid back, his legs hanging over one of the arms. 
“It’s perfect,” Steve said happily, “His mouth is insane, dude. It’s so pretty.”
It was time to give up the act of proprietary. Eddie pressed his ear against the door, officially eavesdropping. 
“Obviously, I did,” Steve laughed, “It was the first thing we did and it looked obscene. I don’t even think he gets how hot he is?”
Eddie’s eyes widened. He couldn’t- was he actually saying what it sounded like?
“Oh yeah,” Steve said easily, “That too. But I don't think he's lying about it. He's too shy. He just has a perfect dick and is a perfect sweetheart. All at the same time. Of course, it's good! Amazing actually.”
His face was burning, a mix of flattered and incredibly embarrassed. Steve had warned him that he told Robin everything but God. He went pretty damn far with it. He hadn't expected him to be so graphic. 
“He’s my boyfriend,” Steve said suddenly, his tone shifting, “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Wouldn't I know more than you?”
Eddie’s heart skipped a beat.
“He’s not seeing anyone else,” Steve huffed, “Yes, I know it for a fact! You don't even know him.”
Eddie wasn’t. Couldn’t even dream of it. He let himself sink to the floor, grinning ear to ear. The stretch of it almost uncomfortable. He probably looked as creepy as he was acting. Sitting in the dark, smiling like a mental patient with his face pressed against the thin wood of the door. He couldn’t even care, not when it felt like he just won the lottery. 
“I’m telling you it’s not a ploy! Attractive people can be virgins,” Steve groaned, “Why are you being so judgmental? Wha-I am not shitting where I eat, you ass! Why are you being such a pill about this?”
Steve didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Nothing outside of a few huffs and some mumbling under his breath. Eddie could only guess that he was on the receiving end of a long lecture. 
“Yeah, he’s going to be around for you to meet!” Steve eventually hissed, “I’m telling you, this is different. Oh yeah? Like your judgement’s so great? Fuck off.”
Eddie could feel the tension from behind the door. Then more wired quiet, Steve’s sounds of indignation softening by the second. 
“No. I think I’m…” Steve trailed off quietly. Tapering off into a sigh, “I don’t think either of us are playing around anymore.”
Eddie was suddenly starting to feel guilty for what he was doing. But not enough to stop. 
Steve’s voice got quieter, just above an audible whisper. Rightfully paranoid of being overheard. Eddie was straining to hear, “Yeah. I do. I know it’s soon but… I want him to know. I think I’m going to tell him.”
Eddie was praying those blank spaces were filled with what he thought. But part of him couldn’t believe that his life was this. It couldn’t be possible. He couldn’t be lucky enough to have the love of his life just drop into his lap. With mutual feelings?
But then again, what else could it possibly mean?
The smile was back in Steve’s voice, playfully huffing, “Yes. I will always love you more, you freak. You should be sorry. Plus, if you don’t trust my word then I’ll prove it to you. Oh no! Too late to back out now.”
Eddie could hear the couch squeak under Steve’s weight as he got to his feet, “You’ll see what I mean.”
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blushsturns · 8 hours ago
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heyyy!! first time doing these request things and i dont know how these things go, but can i request on something for a pairing, like probably chronic hermit!reader and social butterfly!chris ?? thanks ✨
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title: louder than words
pairing: social butterfly!chris x shy!reader
w/c: 2095
sometimes you really hated how shy you were. people would mistaken your shyness as being rude and it would only make you really flustered and shut down immediately. it wasn't like you were shy on purpose. you always thought you’d grow out of it as you got older, but you never did.
sure, you did talk to people. it’s not like you were mute and never said a word to anybody. you just get really shy and flustered easily and never know what to say, and when to say anything.
all of the words you’d love to say to people sit in the back of your mind, waiting to come out, but the day never comes. it’s quite frustrating being the shy one. people tend to overlook you, forgetting you were even there because you’re so quiet.
“you should talk more” “what, cat got your tongue?” “you’d be a cool person if you actually talked” “do you even know how to speak?” these are some of the things that people say to you or ask you and even though you’ve dealt with it all your life, it’s still frustrating to have to deal with.
the only one who seemed to get you out of your shell was your boyfriend chris. the relationship was still fairly new, you two have only been dating for a month and a half. he was the social butterfly in the relationship.
when you guys went out to get food, he’d say your order. when you needed to make a phone call, chris helped you write down what you needed to say even if it made you stammer on your words to the point where the conversation left you in tears from how complicated it was. when you two would hang out around people, he never pressured you to talk. chris was the talker and you were the listener. he always had your back and knew what to do when you were feeling anxious, timid, or just unable to speak up about something.
he had the patience of a god damn saint and you were so lucky to have him. meeting him and hanging out with him was effortless. he knew how shy you were, but after the first couple hangouts, he got you to open up and get you out of your shell. now? you’re still shy around him, but you’re definitely comfortable and relaxed and you can truly be yourself around him.
chris loved to talk, even if it was about utter nonsense (which it was most of the time). he’d yap about the most random things when you two hung out together. he didn’t mind talking, and you didn’t mind listening. he always gave you opportunities to have the floor if you wanted to speak on anything, but sometimes he could sense that you were overwhelmed and just needed to hear his voice to feel comfortable.
you both laid on his bed while hanging out at his house, your arms wrapped around his waist as you both lay comfortably in his bed. your bodies faced one another, his hands resting against your hips as he continued to go on and on about something silly that him and nick got themselves into last night. after five more minutes of him constantly talking, you bring your index finger up to his lips to shush him, a shy smile appearing onto your face. “baby, quiet.”
his eyebrow raised up in a curious manner as his eyes narrow down to your finger that was still placed against his soft lips. he pressed a soft kiss to your finger before grabbing your wrist to pull your finger away from his lips and brought his hand and yours that was now holding yours to his chest. “i’m talking too much again, ain’t i?”
you nodded your head slowly, a soft giggle emitting from your own lips. “yes, but you know i like listening to you talk, especially about your day, or things that are truly important to you. i just like listening to your voice.”
chris���s lips curved up into a huge grin, his hands moving underneath the fabric of your hoodie and began running his fingertips up and down your bare skin in a slow motion. “you’re so sweet, my precious girl.” he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there for a moment as he murmured, “i like listening to you talk. i like you, so much.”
a pink, rosy tint formed on your cheeks and suddenly grew warm at his words, another giggle leaving your lips. “i like you too, chris. thank you for being my social little butterfly.” you moved your arms to wrap them around his neck, running your fingers throughout his tousled brunette locks.
“you don’t have to thank me, pretty girl. it’s just in my blood that i am the way i am and it helps you out in the long run too. we make a good match, don’t we?” his fingers travel to your back, lazily running them along your bare skin and causing a shudder to run down your spine at the sensation of his fingers against your cool skin.
you relax against his touch, your fingers continuing to run through his hair as you look down at him with a shy smile staying present on your face. you always felt so comfortable and safe when you were with chris, especially when it was just the two of you laying comfortably together like this without any distractions or outside noise. the two of you could just be yourselves without a care in the world. “we do.” you giggle again, not being able to help the fact that chris always said the sweetest things and made you laugh and smile like you were a child all over again. he made you feel so giddy all the time, but you weren’t complaining one bit. “are you sure you don’t wish i was more talkative? more outgoing?” you bit onto your bottom lip as you stare at him and wait for him to answer.
he immediately shakes his head, pulling your body even impossibly closer to his, your legs intertwining with his and becoming tangled together against the sheets. “absolutely not. i love you for exactly who you are, and all that you are.”
your eyes widened in surprise once you hear those three little words come out of his mouth. you open up your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. you’re speechless, unable to speak, which isn’t unusual for you, but this time you’re genuinely surprised and not sure if he meant to let those words slip from his mouth. your heart begins to pound rapidly in your chest, your body feeling like it’s been electrocuted from the currents rolling through you. “chris, i-“ you stammered on your words, not sure exactly what to say.
you loved him, of course you loved him. how could you not? he was everything you ever dreamt of and more. you never thought you would ever be so lucky to find someone as amazing, patient, kind, and loving as chris, but you did, and you thank your lucky stars every day that you luck was on your side the day you met him.
the day you met him, you were in line at the local coffee shop. you didn’t usually go alone, but your best friend bailed on you and you were already at the coffee shop waiting for her. you had no choice but to try and say your own order to the barista. it was a simple order, really: an iced white chocolate mocha. no substitutions, no adds on. you even had your phone in your hand to say your order properly without sounding like a fool, but the words weren’t coming out of your mouth.
the barista had asked you twice if you wanted something, and if you didn’t, to please move out of the line to let the next guest come up. that next guest was chris, who immediately stepped in. he asked you if he could help and when you nodded and showed him your phone with the order displayed on it, he told the barista what you wanted and what he wanted and paid for you. he asked if you wanted to sit with him since he was there alone as well, his brothers ditching him because they didn’t feel like going. the rest was history and you two have been unstoppable ever since.
chris shook his head, bringing his hands away from your back and placed them onto your face to cup your cheeks in the palms of his hands. “you don’t have to say it back, i promise. i just want you to know that i meant it. i didn’t say it by accident, and i wouldn’t just say it to make you feel better or anything. i meant it. i love you, and i’ve been wanting to say it for awhile, but i wasn’t sure when the right time was. i started to realize that in life, there never really is a right time. life is short and precious, and we shouldn’t waste any time not doing or saying the things we want. so, here i am, telling you that i love you and everything about you. that feeling will never go away for me.” he used the pads of his thumbs to caress your warm, rosy cheeks, his eyes staying fixated on you the entire time.
you felt your heart swelling in your chest as you listened to him speak. your bottom lip began to quiver and you felt your eyes begin to well up in tears. not sad tears, happy tears. relieved, actually. you took in a deep shaky breath, a small laugh erupting from the back of your throat as you bit down onto your bottom lip to stop it from quivering. your heart was racing rapidly in your chest as you brought your hands up to his as they stayed pressed against your cheeks, intertwining your fingers with his. “chris.” you started speaking, your voice soft as you try to gain your courage. you blink back a couple tears, but chris immediately uses his thumbs to wipe them away. “i love you.” was all you could manage to say, your heart feeling like it could soar out of your chest at any given moment.
chris seemed relieved, his body relaxing as his smile only widens. he pulls his hands away from yours that are still intertwined together and places them against his chest, giving your hands a gentle squeeze. “you have no idea how happy that makes me, to hear you say that, and to know you feel the same way. god, i love you.”
before you could reply, he immediately leaned forward with his eyes fluttering shut and pressed his lips against yours in a sweet, delicate kiss. your eyes flutter shut once his lips fall onto yours and instantly melt into the kiss, kissing him back with a bit more urgency, a satisfied hum emitting from your lips against the kiss. your lips moved together in perfect unison, your heart rapidly racing in your chest so fast and so hard that he could probably feel it pressing against his own chest. he moved one of his hands away to place back against the side of your cheek to hold your face in place as he deepened the kiss, his smile only widening against your lips.
after a couple seconds, he pulls away from the kiss and you both catch your labored breathing, his forehead resting onto yours. you open up your eyes, his ocean blue eyes gazing directly into yours with a sweet, gentle smile on his face full of adoration and love. it made your heart swell in your chest and butterflies to roam in the pit of your tummy. “i love you, chris.” you say softly, your heavy breathing lingering against his lips.
he smiles even wider, pressing another soft kiss to your lips, moving his other arm to wrap around your waist to pull you even closer to his body, if possible. “i love you, baby. now come on, let’s get ready. i wanna take my girl out to dinner. she deserves it.”
you were incredibly lucky to have him. he was your social butterfly, your guardian angel, your absolute everything.
you don't know how you got so lucky to find him, but you were thankful everyday for him and you weren’t giving him up, ever.
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doumadono · 2 days ago
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Synopsis: Dabi hates Valentine’s Day, but that doesn’t stop him from committing petty theft to make you smile. Nothing says romance like stolen chocolates and a little chaos
A/N: this little fic was written in celebration of Valentine’s Day ♥
MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II
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Dabi loathed Valentine’s Day.
Overpriced chocolates. Cliché heart decorations. Morons scrambling to impress each other with tacky gifts that meant absolutely nothing. The whole thing was one giant joke.
He wasn’t the kind of guy to buy flowers, plan out sentimental dates, or give a damn about overpriced chocolates wrapped in shiny, heart-covered packaging. The entire concept of Valentine’s Day was a capitalist scam, and he had spent most of his life watching people fall for it like suckers.
But he was, apparently, the kind of guy to commit petty crime just to see you smile. Not that he’d ever admit it.
"Oi, are you done yet?" Dabi drawled, leaning against a shelf while you sifted through the convenience store aisles.
You shot him a glare over your shoulder. "Almost. I told you, I just need to grab some stuff for Spinner, Twice, and Toga."
Dabi sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Dunno why you bother. They’d survive just fine without all this crap."
"You say that, but Spinner will actually die without his energy drinks, and Twice has been begging for those stupid limited-edition snacks all week."
"And Toga?"
"She asked for ‘anything cute,’ which means she’s getting strawberry-flavored Pocky with edible glitter."
Dabi snorted. "Yeah, that tracks."
You were completely focused on your little shopping mission, scanning the shelves with a look of determination that was almost adorable — which made it the perfect time for Dabi to make his move.
While you debated over which flavor of instant noodles Spinner would tolerate the most, Dabi turned, walked straight past the cash registers, and grabbed the nearest box of chocolates off the holiday display.
Then, because he was feeling particularly obnoxious, he reached for a stupidly soft, red teddy bear — the kind that was so cliché it hurt.
He didn’t even try to be sneaky about it. Just grabbed them like they were already his. With that, he simply left the store, unnoticed by the crew that had too many customers in.
Standing outside a combini in the chilly evening air, hands shoved deep into his pockets, Dabi waited. Waited for you to finish paying for the boring, legally acquired items. He leaned against the wall, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, watching the city pass by. A box of chocolates rested securely under his arm, so did the teddy bear. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced back through the store’s glass windows. 
You hadn’t noticed. Too busy sorting through energy drinks for Spinner, digging through the snack aisle for Twice, and picking out something for Toga. Always thinking about everyone else.
Tch. You were too soft for the League.
He shifted his weight, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. 
A minute later, you finally emerged from the store, a paper bag in your hand, eyes immediately narrowing when you spotted him. "...Did you actually pay for that?"
Dabi blew out a low chuckle, tapping ash from the end of his cigarette. "What do you think?"
You groaned, rubbing your forehead. "Dabi—"
"Relax. No alarms went off, no cops are chasing me. Everyone wins." He jerked his chin toward the bag in your hand. "Got what you needed?"
You sighed, clearly choosing your battles. "Yeah. Spinner’s energy drinks, Twice’s snacks, and Toga’s stuff."
"Great. Let’s get outta here."
You eyed the chocolates and the bear under his arm. 
He shrugged, like it was the most casual thing in the world. "Figured you deserve somethin’ cute for the Valentine’s Day, doll."
Your brows lifted. "You stole me a box of chocolates and a teddy bear?"
"Better than buying ‘em." He flicked his cigarette away, smirking. "Not like I’m made of money, babe."
You shook your head, but the way your lips quirked upward gave you away. "You’re impossible."
Dabi tossed the chocolates at you.
You caught the box, huffing, and the two of you started walking. 
The streets were quieter than usual, most people tucked away in their warm apartments, probably enjoying their candlelit dinners and normal Valentine’s plans.
Not you two, though.
You were halfway back to the hideout when Dabi’s steps slowed. He was about to make another snarky comment when something caught his eye.
You followed his gaze, and— oh.
Oh.
There it was.
A massive billboard, towering over the city streets, illuminated in bright, glowing lights.
Endeavor’s face.
Suited up. Slicked-back hair. Flames curling over his shoulders, making him look important, powerful.
"IGNITE — A FRAGRANCE FOR MEN."
Dabi stared at it. His jaw ticked. His fingers flexed, the muscles in his neck tensing just a little too much.
And then, very calmly, he handed you the teddy bear he carried all the way. "Hold this," he said.
"...What?"
"Hold. This," Dabi repeated, stepping away from you.
You barely had time to react before flames erupted from his hands. Bright, blue, and merciless.
Flames roared to life around his hands as he aimed them directly at the smug, larger-than-life face of his scumbag father.
The fire hit its mark immediately, scorching the edges of the billboard, burning away the too-perfect image of a man who didn’t deserve to be idolized. The flames spread fast, curling and twisting, devouring every last trace of the advertisement.
People on the street shouted in surprise, some scrambling away, some pulling out their phones to record. The city lights flickered against the inferno, and within moments, the entire stupid ad was nothing but ash.
Dabi clicked his tongue, watching as his father’s name and perfect image melted away into ash. "Much better."
You exhaled, shifting the teddy bear in your arms. "...So I’m guessing you didn’t like the ad?"
Dabi scoffed, turning back to you. "What gave it away?"
You smirked. "The arson."
He rolled his eyes, snatching the teddy bear back from your hands. "Tch. Just shut up and eat your stolen chocolates."
You chuckled, popping open the box and holding out a piece to him. "You want one?"
Dabi glanced at it, then at you. Then, with a huff, he leaned in and bit it straight out of your hand.
You gawked. "What the hell—"
"You offered," the white haired man said around the chocolate, smirking as he chewed.
You groaned. "You’re the worst Valentine ever."
"And yet," he drawled, stuffing his hands back into his pockets, "you still put up with me."
A beat of silence.
Then you stated, “We need to go."
“Why?”
"Because there are at least ten people recording you right now, dumbass."
Dabi whipped around, eyes narrowing as he saw several people very clearly aiming their phones in his direction and then moving their cameras to the burnt billboard.
One of the bystanders even waved enthusiastically, shouting, "I loved your dance, Dabi!!!"
Dabi let out a slow, exaggerated sigh, dragging a hand down his face, yet his lips twitched into that cocky, half-smirk he wore when he was either annoyed or slightly amused.
You couldn’t help yourself — you burst into laughter. “Uuuu, honey, you have some fans!”
Before you could get another word out, Dabi grabbed your wrist with a sudden force, yanking you away from the crowd. "Time to go, smartass," he announced, pulling you along as he bolted into a side alley. 
You barely had time to keep up, stumbling slightly as he pulled you into the shadows. 
Behind you, the distant murmurs of amused pedestrians lingered, but no one was stupid enough to actually follow.
Soon, Dabi came to a stop, chest heaving lightly from the sudden run, his eyes scanning the street. 
You could feel his pulse quickening as he tugged you closer, pressing you against his chest with a quiet growl. 
His expression was a mix of frustration and amusement, clearly annoyed by the public attention. "Damn it," he muttered, brushing a hand through his snow-white hair.
You smirked, shaking your head. "Maybe if you stopped doing dumb shit in public, people wouldn’t recognize you."
“Yeah,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Happy Valentine’s, firebug,” you whispered, climbing your tippy toes to kiss his lips.
Dabi huffed a quiet laugh after the kiss. "Yeah, yeah. Happy fucking Valentine’s."
For all his bitching and moaning about Valentine’s Day, Dabi didn’t mind it quite as much when it was with you.
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♡ For my Valentine's Week Event! ♡ SFW ♡ Modern!Levi x Reader ♡ Short one shot, fluffy ♡ Summary: You and Levi are both invited to the same Valentine's Day party, the first time you've ever seen him before. The fact that he showed up to a Valentine's party wearing a green sweater catches your attention. What happens when you decide to strike up a conversation?
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When Erwin had invited you to his Valentine’s Day party, you didn’t even have to think about it—you were going. You’d only met Erwin a handful of times, through your friend Hange, but that was all it took to be welcomed warmly to one of his over-the-top parties. As a bonus, they turned out to be the perfect way to meet new people—and since you were still pretty new in town, you jumped at any opportunity you could get. 
So, you threw on your only Valentine’s Day sweater—pink with two kittens on it, surrounded by a heart—a somewhat embarrassing option that you were determined to wear proudly. You showed up at the party with Hange, carrying a tray of cupcakes that you’d baked earlier that day, complete with pink, red, and white frosting (and Hange had decided on the way to the party that they were actually from the both of you).
As the guests continued to pour in, squeezing into the apartment, you were surrounded by a sea of people wearing shades of pink, red, and white—save for one guy, who was leaning against the wall, wearing a dark green sweater. 
You didn’t think too much of it, until you were grabbing dessert from the table he was standing by—the silence between you started to feel awkward to you, and you were still on your mission to make new friends.
“Not a fan of Valentine’s Day?” You asked, deciding to break the ice with a friendliness in your tone, nodding toward his sweater. 
“Not really my thing,” he responded, barely acknowledging you, his eyes only flickering to you for a brief moment before continuing his observation of the party. “Parties, I mean.” 
Your eyes lingered on his profile for a bit—despite his steely tone, his face didn’t look harsh or cold, simply calm and unaffected. 
“Yeah, I gathered that,” you said, a subtle bit of humor in your voice. “Usually the party animals aren’t the ones standing by the wall the entire time.” 
“Guilty as charged, I guess.” He didn’t turn his head to face you, but his eyes drifted over to you; his expression remained almost the same, but his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement and curiosity. 
“You know, white is technically a Valentine’s Day color,” you said, mocking deep thoughtfulness. “I’m sure you own a white button down shirt.” 
“I wasn’t exactly prepared for this… theme,” he stated, flatly, his head turning to actually face you. “Erwin texted me saying there was an actual emergency at his place, and by the time I was already halfway here, he called and told the truth. He’s a real conman, you know. Even had the nerve to ask me to pick up ice.” 
“Oh, so you’re the guy who brought one single, small bag of ice for an entire party, then?” You asked with the slight raise of an eyebrow and tilt of your head. 
“You have a lot of opinions for someone wearing that,” he retorted, dryly, gesturing to your sweater with his glass, the amber liquid swishing around in it.
“Hey, you can't deflect that easily,” you teased, your lips curving up into a smile as you leaned against the wall, settling into the conversation. “What’s with the ice stinginess?”
His eyes lifted back to your face from your sweater, his expression unreadable—he hadn’t quite warmed up to you, but he wasn’t entirely put off from the idea of talking with you. 
“You can blame Erwin for that, too. Told me it was going to be a ‘small get together’ not this whole thing.” His gaze narrowed as he glanced around the crowded room, filled with the chatter and laughter of enthused, lovestruck guests. “Feel like I’m a damn sardine in a can.” 
You laughed at this, shaking your head softly as you followed his gaze around the room. 
“Mmm, well it’s a good thing you missed his holiday party then. It was twice this size,” you said, your eyes returning to him, then flickering down to his drink. “Where’d you get that, anyway? All of the drink options at the bar were strictly red and pink.” 
You lifted up your glass, which was filled with a sickly sweet pink concoction of liquors and mixers, and notably with no ice. 
He looked at the unnaturally-colored drink and his top lip pulled upward in disgust, his nose scrunching. After a momentary pause, as if still sizing you up, he tilted his head with a single nod, motioning for you to follow him. He pushed off the wall and began walking away, weaving through the crowd; you followed behind, deciding not to question it.
He glanced back over his shoulder at you, then reached out and took your drink from your hand, his fingers grazing against yours in the exchange. 
“Tch. Get rid of this,” he muttered as he set the glass down on the next table he passed by. 
He continued making his way through the crowd with you following close behind, before stopping at a door further down the hall, a secluded, quiet area of the apartment. Without a word, he opened the door for both of you to enter. It revealed Erwin’s office-slash-library, which had a bar cart nestled into the corner, filled with bottles glimmering with shades of amber liquid—the good stuff. 
“I figured if I’m gonna be stuck at this party,” he began, as he walked over to the bar cart, setting his own glass down on Erwin’s desk as he began preparing your drink, “I should at least be given the courtesy of a decent drink. Good thing for us both, I've needed to scope out where the good shit is during another one of these parties."
“I’d say that’s a fair trade,” you responded, walking over to stand near him, leaning against the desk as you watched him pour your drink. 
He handed you the glass, a spark of amusement in his eyes as he met your gaze. "No ice. Sorry."
He grabbed his own glass of the desk and raised it in a silent toast; you mirrored the movement and the two of you simultaneously sipped your drinks. 
“So,” he said as his glass left his lips, “you’re into all this Valentine’s… whatever?” 
Your lips turned upward into a soft smile and you nodded, the fingers on your free hand lightly tapping against the desk. “Yeah, I suppose so. As much as a single person can be, anyway.” 
“Hm,” he murmured, sipping his drink again, finishing it off, his eyes revealing what seemed to be the smallest bit of interest. 
“What do you have against it?” You asked, tilting your head with curiosity.
“Nothing,” he stated, a slight shrug to his shoulders. “Just not into the… showiness.” 
“Ah,” you nodded, “So you’re more of a single rose guy, rather than a dozen roses and chocolates and jewelry with hearts on it?” 
“You could say that,” he said, his voice drifting off at the end. 
You were about to respond, when he set down his empty glass and began moving for the door. 
“Think it’s time for me to get out of here,” he said, ready to be freed from the crowded party and Valentine’s Day celebrations. “See you around, cat sweater.” 
“Yeah,” you nodded, the faintest hint of disappointment in your voice as your shoulders slumped. “See you around…” 
Your voice trailed off as he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone in the quiet of the room, the sounds of the party muffled on the other side. A puff of air escaped your lips as you sighed, wondering who that was and what had just happened. 
You eventually made your way back out to join the rest of the party, spending the remainder of the evening mingling with the other guests. You’d found out from Hange that the green sweater guy’s name was Levi (Hange also apologized on his behalf for whatever unfiltered comment he’d inevitably made toward you, assuming that was the reason you'd brought him up).
For a fleeting moment, you’d considered asking for Levi’s number, but had decided against it—if parties and Valentine’s Day and meeting people weren't his thing, the chances of him having any interest in you beyond a single moment seemed low. You decided to spare yourself from the rejection and forget all about Levi, whoever he was. 
This proved increasingly difficult as the days following the party went on—your mind couldn’t help but drift to the mysterious man who had captivated you for a bit. 
When all hope had seemed lost, your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text from an unsaved number:  Hey, cat sweater. It’s green sweater. Erwin gave me your number. Let me take you out sometime this week. 
Your eyes widened as you clutched onto your phone, scanning the message repeatedly, caught off guard from the fact that he’d texted you at all, let alone with such directness.
As you stared at the message, he followed it up with one additional text: If it makes you say yes, you can wear another ridiculous sweater. 
Ridiculous sweater or not, you didn’t have to think about it—your answer was a definite yes. 
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jeeseth · 3 days ago
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VALENTINE'S BABY — bang jeemin x f!reader
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you has always crushed on jeemin from a distance, never daring to make a move — until your friends challenge you to ask her out on valentine’s day. expecting an awkward rejection, you’re completely caught off guard when jeemin agrees and suggests they go out that night. as the evening unfolds with laughter, unexpected confessions, and undeniable chemistry, you starts to wonder. was this really just a dare, or the start of something real?
tags 💌 — fluff, non-idol au, high school au, valentine day au, slight cursing, lowercase intended, mens dni, grammatical errors !
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you should have known hanging out with your friends on valentine’s day would end in chaos. here you are sitting on your table in the classroom while listening to their plans with their partners for today.
"okay, but hear me out." your best friend, sarang says, leaning in with a mischievous grin on her face.
"what if instead of third-wheeling us all, you actually do something about your crush on jeemin?" sarang wiggles her eyebrows at you with that stupid grin on her face. saebi and jungeun who were besides you also gives a teasing look. upon hearing sarang’s words, your stomach drops.
"what? are you crazy? no." you mutters, glancing at your three friends continuously.
"oh, come on." jungeun groans, before playfully rolling her eyes at you. "you’ve been pining for her forever."
"i do not pine." you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest while pouting a bit. well, what they says were true but obviously you’re not gonna admit it out loud. they completely ignore you before speaking up again.
"i dare you to ask her out." saebi said while looking at you expectantly with her big doe eyes.
"absolutely not." you snorted, causing saebi to whines and stomped her feet under the table at your answer.
sarang space out while hearing you and saebi lowkey bickering. she was trying to think about what she should do. jungeun then leans closer to sarang to whisper into her ear, as if telling sarang her plans. sarang then got an idea before smirking slightly as she looks at you.
"alright." sarang clears her throat before pulling out her phone from her bag. "then i’ll do it for you."
panic floods through you upon hearing sarang sudden words. "wait—"
"too late. so bad. so sad." sarang teases, showing (shoving) her phone screen to you. "i’m texting her."
immediately, you lunge, grabbing sarang’s wrist preventing her from texting jeemin.
"ugh fine! i’ll do it myself." you huffs before gulping nervously. you never expected something like this to happen so soon. yet here goes nothing.
your friends erupt into cheers as you grab your phone, heart pounding loudly in your chest. you type out the message, stare at it for a second. longer than necessary, then hit send before you can second-guess yourself. fuck. there’s no going back now.
and then, the unthinkable happens. a notification pops up on your screen. seeing that jeemin replies almost instantly.
'sure. what time?' jeemin texts. you stare at it, completely taken aback. you did NOT expect that at all.
your brain short-circuits and your insane friends scream excitedly. and just like that, your valentine’s day plans take an unexpected turn.
the nerves don’t hit you until you’re actually standing outside the café, five minutes early and questioning every life choice that led you here. you glance on your sides every second, trying to calm your trembling self. and suddenly your phone buzzes with notifications from jeemin.
'i’m almost there. you didn’t ditch me, right?' jeemin texts in which you reads almost instantly.
you huff out a soft laugh, thumbs hovering over your keyboard. before you can reply jeemin texts, you hear footsteps approaching. you look up—and there she is.
jeemin, hands stuffed into her coat pockets, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. she looks effortlessly good, like she just walked out of a rom-com, and it’s so unfair. so damn unfair.
"hey," she greets, tilting her head to the side slightly. "you actually showed up."
"you say that like i had a choice." you playfully roll your eyes before giggling softly.
"oh? so this was forced?" jeemin teases, one brow raised at you.
oh shit.
and almost immediately, your stomach flips. "i mean, not forced— just…” you clear your throat while avoiding eye contact with her, desperately searching for an escape route.
"so um like, are we going in or what?" you mumbled shyly, still avoiding eye contact with jeemin.
jeemin chuckles but doesn’t push, opening the café door for you. "after you, m’lady."
at first, there’s a bit of awkwardness—you fidget with the menu, jeemin stirs her drink too much, and you’re both a little too focused on not making things weird. but after a few minutes, it fades.
jeemin is easy to talk to. funny in a way that’s effortless, not forced. she has this way of making conversation feel natural, like you’re not on a date but just, two people who happen to enjoy being around each other.
"you totally fell asleep in class last week." you accuse, pointing your fork at her.
jeemin’s eyes widen in mock offense. "lies. i was only resting my eyes."
"you literally snored."
"no way." jeemin groans immediately making you chuckles.
"yes way." you grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. "full-on, deep-sleep, lost-in-a-dream type snoring."
jeemin drags a hand down her face in embarrassment. "god, this is humiliating."
"i think it was kinda cute."
the words slip out before you can stop them making jeemin freezes on whatever she was doing. your brain catches up a second too late.
oh my god.
you swiftly whip your gaze to your drink, pretending it’s suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. for a long moment, jeemin says nothing. then, quietly and almost teasingly —
"hm yeah?" jeemin asks in a soft teasing tone. your heart threatens to burst. you don’t dare look up, but you can feel her watching you. you clear your throat, forcing a casual shrug.
"yeah."
there’s a pause, then a soft laugh. not really teasing—just warm. you risk a glance up. she’s still smiling, but there’s something different in her eyes now. something that makes your pulse stutter. before you can dwell on it, she leans back, smirking.
"alright. if i have to live with my snoring scandal, you have to deal with something too."
"what?" you narrow your eyes, looking at jeemin who is sitting across you.
"you zone out in class." she says, smugly.
"like, full-on villain monologue, staring-into-the-void type of zoning out."
your jaw drops and huffs softly. "i do not."
"oh, you do." jeemin leans in slightly, her voice playful. "what are you even thinking about during those moments? world domination?"
you open your mouth to argue, but no words come out. mostly because you’re too busy processing the fact that jeemin—notices you. like really really notices you.
and suddenly, this doesn’t feel like a dare anymore.
before you know it, the café is closing, and jeemin insists on walking you home. gentlewoman behaviour.
the air is crisp, but your cheeks are already warm. probably from the laughing. and the fact that, at some point, jeemin casually nudged her knee against yours under the table—and didn’t move away. as you near your street, something shifts. the easy conversation slows. the reality of what now? settles in.
jeemin stops a few steps before your door, shoving her hands into her pockets.
"so, are you gonna tell me or nah?" jeemin’s gaze flickers to yours.
your stomach twists a bit at her sudden question. "tell you what?"
"that this was a dare."
"y-you knew?" you felt your voice stuck in your throat.
"your friends aren’t exactly subtle." she smirks, playfully nudging your shoulders.
oh. oh?
and at that moment you felt your entire soul leaves your body. "and you still—?"
"still said yes?" jeemin tilts her head slightly. "yeah."
your mind races for an explanation—an excuse, a joke, anything—but she speaks first.
"i mean…" jeemin exhales, rocking back slightly.
"did i want to go out with you? absolutely yes." she pause, then softer— almost like she’s testing her words.
"dare or not." jeemin smiles softly.
the world tilts. your brain completely short-circuits again, and jeemin probably notices it, because she laughs—low and amused and way too confident.
"so," jeemin clears her throat, stepping back toward the sidewalk. "you free next saturday? without needing a dare this time?"
your heart pounds. your hands tighten at your sides. and somehow, through the absolute mess of emotions inside you, you manage to let out a small smile.
"yeah." you say softly. "i’d like that."
"good. so, see you next saturday, pretty lady." jeemin grins, taking your hand in hers and leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles.
and just like that, your valentine’s day turns out way better than you ever expected.
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lostinforestbound · 2 days ago
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Seducing
Note: I have returned from the depths of my cave to participate in this challenge! It’s still a bit of a WIP but I would love to expand on this idea sometime!
“TAV!”
“What?” Pyxis questions.
Rolan’s had a very, not-so-good long day. Customers shouting at him, potions and scrolls running out of stock, not to mention the messes the elementals make. He even forgot that it was supposed to be…Valentine’s. He’s never celebrated it, never had any reason to. He was too busy caring for Cal and Lia, and no one wanted him. Well, that was until Tav, who practically swept him off his feet. He expected the man to maybe, he doesn’t know, be normal about the holiday? They have a nice dinner with good wine, savory food, and perhaps experiment in the bedroom if they’re not too tired?
Not for the man to where a thin apron in the middle of the kitchen holding some pastries.
Wearing literally nothing underneath it.
“Pyxis what the fuck?!”
“Happy Valentines!” He says cheerfully, “I made beignets.”
Gods, he can feel the heat rising to his face as he sees the outline of Pyxis’ body. He’s a strong man, a big man in more areas than one, and that’s a small apron.
“I— you— put some damn clothes on you fool! My siblings could’ve walked in here! Did you not think?! Did your brain fall out of your ear?!”
“I sent them away! They’re hanging out with Dammon helping out with some project. I think a new crossbow? Besides, I wanted to seduce you. Is it working?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
“NO!” He runs a hand down his face, ears burning, practically feeling steam come out of his ears. “What is wrong with you?!”
“Can I not look hot for my boyfriend? Come on, I dressed all pretty.”
“You are naked in my kitchen!”
“Hey, I still have the apron on! I can take it off-“
“Don’t you dare take it off right now.”
He pouts a little but approaches him, giving him the plate of beignets and a kiss on the cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Rolan.”
The tiefling sighs heavily, resigning to the situations and trying one of the sweet treats.
Rolan will admit, they’re really good, but his eyes trail down Pyxis’ body, mind clearly somewhere else. “You’re distracting, and these are very good.”
“Only for you.” The man sing-songs, pressing a kiss to his jaw and neck before pulling away. “And great! I was hoping I didn’t put too much sugar. I made them too sweet last time, right?”
“I felt my teeth actively rotting.” Rolan confirms, putting the plate down as he turns to him, “I could taste it for hours afterwards.”
“Hey, not my fault I have such a sweet tooth. Oh yeah, I got a joke for you: what do you call a very small valentine-“
He’s interrupted when Rolan yanks him down by the apron, teeth clacking against his as he kisses him. Pyxis is very responsive, cupping the back of his head as it deepens further. Rolan’s gotten better at kissing, less clumsy, more confident.
When they pull away, there’s still a string of saliva connecting them. Pyxis completely forgot where that joke was going.
“Bed?” He asks breathlessly.
“Bed.” Rolan answers, removing the straps of the apron and letting it fall to the floor.
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zuzuzuko · 9 months ago
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Honestly zdarsky’s run just upsets me because I see glimpses of things that could be good if they were just done a bit differently
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nachobsns · 2 months ago
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honestly really need to curb my phone addiction and i’ve been looking into dumbphones lately as an alternative for when i’m out and about and like. say what you will about brand consumerism but i am a simple man and the barbie phone is calling to me
#NGL i liked the barbie movie i didn’t think it was anything exceptional but it was good#i probably wouldn’t get a whole phone themed around it but it was like the only dumbphone i could find that came in a cute color#and worked with us networks so. idk why not#i have like hundreds of dollars sitting in my account unused from a summer job but the little gollum in the back of my brain#is like that’s My money. that belongs to Me. and it hurts to spend even when i have no actual plans for it#so ditching my phone to stop feeling like i’m wasting my adolescence is as good a use as any#in a perfect world i would just stop taking my phone to school but i need music to calm my social anxiety on the walk#and i’m not playing games with the american public school system re: having a way to contact people in an emergency#i would feel kinda stupid buying it around now because i already gave my parents my wishlist and i don’t wanna seem ungrateful#but if i do end up buying it maybe i’ll do a review on here at some point. it looks really cute and there’s so many things i want to do#that having my phone as a distraction all the time makes difficult. read more learn to skateboard and crochet keep up with my spanish#start on hebrew and maybe arabic. pick up viola again. hang out with my friends finally get a permit and a part time job study for the sat#stop procrastinating my homework all the time!!!#like hate to say it but my mom was right sometimes it really is That Damn Phone™️#i don’t want to look back when i’m like thirty and go “wow i really threw away my high school years” yanno
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theriverdalereviewer · 2 years ago
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just remembered how in the sixth grade there was a fucking riot in the cafeteria that ended in the entire grade getting silent lunch for like 3 months
#I think it was 3 months but it felt a lot longer. my god middle school was the school to prison pipeline at its finest#on one hand I think its unfair that we were all punished but to be fair the entire grade participated in this riot. I don't even remember#what we were rioting? I just remember a girl named whitney was involved and 1 thing led to another and whitney ran out of the cafeteria#and THE ENTIRE GRADE WENT AFTER HER 😭. myself included I didn’t even know why either but WE WERE AFTER THAT BITCH 😭#it was so bad I remember everyone was heading one direction and then everyone started running back the other direction.#and I got knocked down in the process looking back this was really dangerous. but after that we got silent lunch for what felt like forever#like not only were we forced to sit with our homerooms (and some us didn’t even like our homeroom) but we couldn’t even talk to each other#which is honestly not good for socialization?? but again I can’t entirely blame them cause the situation was out of control.#but also shouldn’t the adults have had that thing under control??? anyways the person who ran silent lunch was the vice tyrant dr levine#he fucking hated us like that man was PISSED OFF and he made it clear cause if you made a sound during silent lunch#that man was gonna threaten you with detention extended detention ISS (aka in school suspension)#he didn’t even mean it but it was pretty good for instilling fear in us good kids. but one time I remember there was a kid who didn’t buy i#he didn’t give into levine’s fear tactic and levine started yelling “ISS!! OSS!! EXPULSION!!!!!” like calm down#I feel bad thinking about how so many kids who would ACCIDENTALLY make a sound were punished. and they were so damn terrified#cause it was like you were on your best behavior all of the time and then one noise and suddenly you had an out of school suspension#one time a boy named jc’s phone went off and he picked it up and it was his grandma asking him if he wanted ice cream 😭 no fucks given#and levine was screaming at him to hang up the phone and jc was like “this is my grandmother I can’t hang up"#and there came a time where we were finally off the hook and I just remember people in the cafeteria were clapping 😭#like this was school sanctioned oppression and we were finally liberated... but then we were back to silent lunch and I don’t even know why#I remember once even I ended up in Levine’s office but I dont think its cause I was talking during silent lunch??#I think it had something to do with bullying idk?? I just remember levine had my back during it and made the other kid cry and apologize#so shout out to levine. always good times goodbye!
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foldingfittedsheets · 1 year ago
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Every sales job I’ve worked has that one item. The white whale. The biggest ticket you can sell. The sale you brag about when you’re chatting with other industry people.
When I sold mattresses it was a split king adjustable base. That’s two twin extra long mattresses next to each other to make a king, but each side can move independently. They’re insanely expensive and honestly kind’ve impractical but it was the biggest ticket thing to sell.
When I sold sex toys though our white whale was the 20lb ass. It was a female pelvis, a cut out from the waist to the tops of the thighs. It was hyper realistic material and cost about $500. I definitely had bigger tickets but not in one item typically.
In my time at the sex shop, I sold three. Each time was completely different in terms of how the guy acted about buying it. The first man was a little embarrassed and shy about it. I was professional and supportive as I rang it up. Once I handed him the receipt he looked at the box. Then he looked at me.
If you’ve ever wondered how big a box has to be to fit a 20lb ass let me just tell you: it’s pretty damn big. It’s an uncomfortably large armful of box and every side has a picture of the sex toy inside on it. It’s not subtle.
“Could I get a bag….?”
There was no bag that existed that could possibly contain all that ass. “Hang on,” I told him.
I got scissors and tape and covered the box in cut up black bags. Looking relieved he picked up his purchase and left.
The next man to buy one carried it proudly to the counter; self assured and not embarrassed in the least. When I said I didn’t have a bag, but I could wrap it for him he gave a hearty shrug and hefted it into his arms, marching out the door with the butt on full display.
The last man to get one was just kind’ve an odd guy. Not creepy, but eccentric. We got along great, and as I rang him up I said, “Well one guy wanted his taped over, and one guy carried it out. What would you prefer?”
“There’s no bags?”
“No store bags. I think our jumbo trash bags in the back might fit it….?” It seemed rude to suggest putting a $500 item into a trash bag, but he wasn’t bothered.
He considered this then said, “Bring me the trash bag.”
When I delivered it to him he still managed to surprise me. Instead of shoving the huge box into it he opened the box. He took out his new $500 sex toy, and all the little things it came with, tipping them unceremoniously into the trash bag.
“There! Now I don’t have to deal with the box later!”
I was slightly stunned but agreed that I could easily deal with the trash. Then in a move I still think about with delight he flung the trash bag over his shoulder like a Santa with a sack full of ass and sauntered out the door.
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